"Mithrandir" Lindir spoke finally turning towards Gandalf and the dwarves.
I glanced at Thorin Oakenshield but something made me look away. There was something about the reason he was here that made me feel uncomfortable. Turning away I walked back up the steps, Arwen following sensing my discomfort.
"Mellon what is it? I can sense your discomfort." Arwen asked in a comforting voice.
I did not now myself why I felt discomfort. Something about the dwarves quest set a familar feeling off inside me.
"Arwen what lies within Erebor?" Cautiously I asked knowing it was a dangerous question to ask. Although she replied immediatly with the one name that brought light to the confusion.
"Smaug"
The feeling that I have not felt in over 100 years had returned...magic. That sense of power, ability made me excited but also scared. I immediatly looked to Arwen.
"I have not had posession of a magical ability in little less than a century ever since I was wounded. I do not know how to control this ability. I had it for a short amount of time before Mianth fled as ordered." I spoke all at once, letting everything I needed to say out.
Rushed footsteps silenced both me and Arwen, sweeping confusion over me as none other than Bilbo Baggins walked towards us.