Author's Note: I do not own Skyrim or the Hobbit, but Branwen is my own character so please ask before you use her for anything of you own. I also want to say that I can not for the life of me find my copy of the hobbit so when my details a off please pm me about it so I can change it, because of this I also will not likely have any dates right and I apologize for that. Be warned right now its been a long time since I've done this so I'm a little rusty and I have to say I'm only doing it because I'm very disappointed that there are not more Dovahkiin in Middle-Earth stories available ( hint hint- if you are reading this that is a challenge, get writing)

P.S. This first chapter was written at 11:30 at night in less than an hour so don't expect to much.

Branwen stood stock still, quietly listening to the world around her. She was in a very small hollow full of young trees many of which were familiar to her and a few that were not. Other than the wind in the trees and the gentle calling of songbirds she was alone, even Wynhild her destrier was absent. She lifted her face into the wind and drank deeply of the sent it carried to her. Many of which she was familiar with but a few were more exotic. Her wolf spirit stirred within her as she called upon its more powerful senses. She had a clear image in her mind of the she-wolf twitching her nose and flicking her ears before rolling over and falling deeper into sleep. She huffed softly in amusement, then squared her shoulders and sucked in a lung full of air.

"Laas Yah Nir!" It was a harsh almost guttural whisper and the moment the last syllable had left her lips the world around her seemed to shift.

The life essence of every living creature (and a few of the older trees she was surprised to note) bloomed into halos of vibrant color that pulsed all around her. She was more curious that anything when the only notable life form in the area was some type of large animal exploring the hill rolling away and out of sight to her left. It was just far enough that it had not noticed her sudden appearance.

She was very curious and very confused. The last thing she remembered was walking into a hollow much like this as she wandered aimlessly around the Forgotten Vale. She had taken it upon herself to clean out any dangerous beasts she could find. Mostly to make the area safer and partially because she was very interested in learning more about the Knight-Paladin Gelebor. She doubted it would lead to anything but she was a strong hot blooded Nord woman, not some prudish Imperial Lady and she was free to pursue any man or mer that took her fancy. And he certainly had, all pail flesh and platinum hair. Only his eyes had any color to them, a dark smokey gray, like storm clouds gathering on the horizon, they held the same weight, the same tension that gathered in the air before you ever saw the storm. She wandered what he thought sometimes, was he terrified that he may truly be the last of his people, did he rage at the injustice? Did he dream about the future now that his brother was laid to rest or dread another hundred years alone?

The wind changed direction and she was brought out of her reverie by the sound of a hound baying close by. The large animal on the hill was a dog apparently. It didn't take long for it to come flying out of the underbrush at her. It was almost funny to watch as it made a hard stop several paces away, the great shaggy beast studied her closely. She knew it could sense no fear as she had none, she was the Dragonborn why would she fear a dog? She could imagine its thoughts turning like the cogs in a dwemer ruin as it reevaluated the situation. She did not break eye contact with it but she did notice the thick leather collar it wore and she surmised that this was a guard dog of some kind though she was unfamiliar with the breed. She shifted slightly and held her hand out in an inviting gesture.

"Come," she commanded quietly. The dog looked over its shoulder and back to her panting lightly, tail beginning to wag back and forth slowly as if it was confused or perhaps bemused by her.

She smiled without showing any teeth and repeated herself in a confident and friendly tone. That was all it took for the massive hound to bound over to her in a puppy-ish manner. She gave it a scratch under the chin and got a big slobbery doggy smile for her efforts. She crooned at it

"Not so tough are you?" Her answer was several loud sharp barks and the sound of two or three other hounds in the distance before they all went quite, a sharp whistle from the direction the dog had come from, echoed around the hollow before fading away. The beast hesitated for only a moment before bounding off at a full run leaving her standing in the little dip between hills surrounded by trees and wandering how she had gone from the cold of a Skyrim winter to this lovely summer day...