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letaliabane · 4 years ago

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The Light Within - (CARE FOR SERIES)

Pair: Thorin Oakenshield x Healer!Reader (a pretty short one too lol)

Genre: Another majorly angsty LONGGGGGGGG chapter (I am so sorry) with little smidges of fluff again if you squint but barelyyyy any (I’m sorry! I promise it gets better!)

Warning: Very angstyy gore, violence, mentions of rape (no rape), death of character

A/N: With Y/N now far from Thorin, will he be able to regain his senses and stop the orcs from their takeover of his Kingdom? Will these lovers be divided by death? Or will something else prevent them from having their chance?

PREVIOUS (Through The Darkness)

I winced as Gandalf pressed a cold cloth to my neck, the skin now swollen, bruised from Thorin’s violent tossing. The very thought of the dwarf caused tears to rise, a small sob caught in my throat.

Since Gandalf had shepherded me and Bilbo away from the ramparts, Thorin had called on his kin from the Iron Hills, his cousin Dáin, Gandalf had told me specifically. The King turning his back on the battlefield had been the last I had seen of him before being ushered into Thranduil’s tent that had been left unattended.

I looked up at Gandalf, my tears running freely down my cheeks.

‘Oh my dear.’ He said, wiping them away with the curve of his thumb gently. ‘I am so sorry. Your commitment to breaking Thorin out of his stupor, but that sickness runs deep in his family. That dark magic that was set on his grandfather now clutches his heart. And I believe the only one who will be able to break him free now is himself.’

I pushed away the hair that had fallen in front of my face, now covered in muck and dirt from our escape from the battle briefly.

‘That dwarf ... that isn’t Thorin Oakenshield, that’s someone I’ve never seen before. And I know I shouldn’t worry now, and yet it still hurts so much.’

Gandalf’s deep chuckle made me look up, a small smile on his face.

‘That is because you love him, my dear.’

I looked up at him in shock, words faltering as his fingertips grazed the braid that was now revealed my shoulder, the silver bead holding it together glinting in the light of the lantern sitting overhead. I couldn’t help the shaky sigh that left my lips.

‘That I-I do. I do love him Gandalf! I can’t deny it anymore ...’

Gandalf smiled, taking my hands into his. ‘I knew you would find your way to one another. I knew it from the moment you both bickered when you first met. I knew it when you shared that precious moment within the walls of Beorn’s walls.’

I couldn’t stop the chuckle that fell from my lips, even as the tears glided down my cheeks. ‘I never thought you to be an eavesdropper Gandalf!’

He scoffed.

‘I am no such thing my dear! When one wants secrecy, they must do it where no one shall overhear!’

The smile faded as soon as it appeared, shaking my head, ‘Gandalf I can’t give up on him. I can’t leave him behind.’

Gandalf sighed, eyes momentarily flicking to the entrance of the tent where Bilbo stood on watch, screams and shouts of war rising and growing louder by the second. He placed a hand on my cheek gently.

‘Then don’t my dear, stay and hope that that dwarf comes to his senses. And if doesn’t we will find some way to bring him back.’ I nodded with a small smile, squeezing his hand as he got to his feet with a groan. ‘But first we must fight to live another day. Are you ready?’

Glancing down towards my sword, I gripped it, also getting to my feet.

‘More than ever.’

A cry left my lips as I thrust my sword into the neck of an orc that had fallen to his knees before me, screeching wildly as I withdrew, blood spraying across ground as it collapsed.

Gasping for air, I wiped away the ichor against my pants that stained my hand, leaning against the bridge as I looked over the bloodied field where the chaos raged on between all creatures, armour shining brightly against the harsh sunlight.��

The Orcs had descended upon the battle of the elves, humans and the dwarves, taking us all by surprise, their numbers far greater and far more powerful than all three parties combined.

The kingdoms would be ripped apart if they weren’t stopped, and the company that hid within the mountain of Erebor would all but be overthrown.

I turned as Bilbo stood beside me, covered in blood and muck, both of us standing in silence as we watched on. He took my hand in his, voice merely a whisper. ‘Y/N, do you think we will live to see another day?’

I looked to him at this, my eyes wide and glistening before turning away. The very thought of a new day rising after one such as this seemed unlikely, and it frightened me to even hold onto such hopes. Not when all I wanted hid within the mountain, the obsession of gold to strong for him-

Suddenly a deep rumble echoed across the plains, making me turn back towards the battlefield. There, standing upon the great dwarf statue of Erebor, was Bomber, blowing into a large horn.

The makeshift rampart was ripped apart, a magnificent golden bell ringing through the silence that had fallen upon the battlefield, all eyes watching.

Before a familiar Khuzdul battle cry came forth.

I couldn’t stop the loud gasp that had left my lips as Thorin emerged into the sunlight. Cloak and crown gone, instead a sword in hand, running onwards into the fight with the company at his side.

I smiled through the blur of tears as the dwarves began to fight against the orcs alongside the elves and Dain’s army. I looked towards Gandalf with, after so long, a large smile, tears streaming down my face.

‘They’re fighting back-Gandalf, their fighting back.’

He looked over us towards the mountain, his face instantly turning from a scowl to a small smile full of hope, almost like a child, ‘They’re rallying their king! There may be hope for us yet.’

However, that small bit of hope was stamped out when a raven flew over head, landing before me only moments later. I unclasped the note from around it’s foot, hurriedly unrolling it.

‘Gandalf.’

He turned at my firm tone, making his way towards me along with Bilbo.

‘Legolas sends word that Azog has another army attacking!’

‘From where? Where my dear?’

A chill ran down my spine as I read the messy elven handwriting, looking up towards the wizard. ‘From the North, right towards Ravenhill.’

Gandalf huffed, eyes wide in horror before looking towards the hilltop where the dwarves had headed for. ‘We must warn Fili, Kili and the others. If we don’t they’ll be in great danger once they enter the depths of Ravenhill. Bilbo, you know what to do.’

Bilbo nodded and set off immediately, disappearing into the crowd. But as I went to follow, Gandalf grabbed my shoulder, shaking his head.

‘Not you my dear! You’ll take another route, and more importantly to Thorin. If it’s anyone he needs at his side right now, it’s you’

I nod at this before following him, fighting alongside him through the oncoming hoards of orcs before he led me to a group of eagles cawed as they fought of those who dared to attack, throwing them over the ramparts.

Gandalf, leading me over to the largest of the group, gave me a boost up onto the great creature. ‘Keep your head down and your heart full of courage. Get to Thorin and warn him of the oncoming dangers that are coming but be careful. I don’t want to lose my one good apprentice.’

I stared down at the wizard with a smile, shaking my head.

‘Oh Gandalf, didn’t you know that getting into trouble is what I’m famous for?’

With one last smile towards me along with a nod, Gandalf raised his staff towards the eagle that let out a shriek before lifting off in flight, the rushing of wind welcoming me into its arms as I clung to the eagle’s beautiful feathers.

As we rose above the clouds, I could only pray that we would make it to the hill, and hope we were not too late.

The ride to Ravenhill was a lot more dangerous than I had anticipated, on our descent the frost becoming like sharp glass against my skin, the eagles shrieking as they forced themselves through the storm.

Through the fray of white, I sighted the peaks of the blackened ruins of Ravenhill, a ripped flag flailing in the winds violently, the howl of the wind echoing across the hilltop.

I gripped my sword tightly, tightening my group as the eagle flew down towards the towers, giving me time to slip down before it took off to join its pack, continuing to circle above.

Without a moments hesitation, I ran across the the length of the tower, careful of the mounds of snow that covered the path before reaching the crumbled window only to gasp in horror. Looking out over the frozen lake, I instantly recognised the dwarf that staggered across the ice, a towering one armed Orc trailing after him with a chained brick weapon, swinging it towards him.

Thorin, now holding the beautifully elven crafted sword Orchrist, shining in the light of the rising sun, standing his ground against the pale Orc who roared.

I ran down the first set of stairs I came across, down torn corridors and passages, before I slid across the frozen lake towards the duel. With Azog’s back turned to me, I easily found an open, slipping my sword across his side, slicing through the pale skin.

I scurried backwards as the ugly beast reared its head towards me, along with his brick and chain, just catching the ice where I had just moments before stood upon.

‘Y/N?!’ I glanced towards Thorin, and couldn’t stop the brief smile that broke across my face only to shriek as a brick came hauling at me, barely missing me this time. ‘Foolish girl! Leave now!’

‘I’m not leaving you! Not again!’ I screamed, dodging Azog’s sworded up, once again slashing him across the same wounded side, making him shriek, his black blood spilling out across the ice.

I ran to Thorin, the dwarf catching me in his arms as I slipped. I gripped him tightly, regaining my breath as I looked up at him.

‘W-We have to leave! Ano-Another army is set to attack from the North!’

His eyes widened in horror. ‘What?!’

‘Please, we must leave now before it’s too late-’

I gasped at the abrupt shrill high call of the Orc horn I had knew far too well, both of us turning to see the sight of a dark shadowed mass marching over the hill. Shaking my head, Thorin grasped my hand tightly as Azog dragged himself to his feet, growling.

But through all the pain he felt, the monster still smirked, swinging the chained brick high above his head before slinging it towards us, both parting instantly to avoid it.

We circled him, almost working as one as the Orc looked between us, snarling, thrashing his weapon around, all to be in vain, only to become lodged into the thick layer of ice.

It was only when Azog’s gaze became altered over our shoulders I couldn’t help but take a glance, only to shriek as a group of much larger, magnificent and proud as they flew straight towards the oncoming army. And I couldn’t help but chuckle at the small figure of Radogast that sat comfortable upon one of the eagle.

However, it was a moment that had distracted me for far too long, a unexpected sharp pain ran up my side, a scream leaving my lips as Azog swung his sworded arm across me, sending me to my knees. I bit down on my lip hard, trying to crawl away as the towering behemoth laughed aloud.

But as he raised the sworded appendage above my head, he was stopped by Thorin as it came down, who thrust his whole body weight against Orchrist, sending Azog backwards.

Dropping his sword and with all his might, Thorin threw the bricked chain back towards the Defiler, the creature tipping backwards and disappearing fast beneath the water.

It was once the silence fell over us I let out a loud sigh, tears of earnest falling. I whimpered as arms wrapped around me carefully, bringing me to my feet. I smiled up at Thorin, even as he scowled, shaking his head.

‘You foolish woman! Yo-You came back! After everything that happened-After everything I did you came back!’

I laughed softly, pressing a hand to his cheek, heart soaring as he leant into my cheek, nuzzling against my palm. ‘That wasn’t you. I knew you would come back to me, I just had to be there when you needed me.’

Tears glazed his eyes as the first real smile I had seen in months, drawing me close to press a kiss against my forehead. I leant my head against his chest, a tired but joyous smile upon my lips.

It was over, the war was over.

I peaked my eyes open, only to gasp in horror at the sight of Azog beneath our feet, that same dangerous smile painted across his features.

A scream wrenched itself from Thorin, his grip painfully tight on my waist. Looking down in horror to see the familiar blade that belonged to Azog’s arm. Only to be thrown from the warm embrace as the shriek and crackle of ice, landing on the hard frozen lake.

I looked up in time as Azog leapt up out of the ice, sending Thorin to the ground, barely pulling out his sword to stop the jagged metal from piercing his chest, arms shaking uncontrollably, barely able to hold his own against the towering Orc.

I shakily got to my feet, gripping my sword before running at him, screaming as I drove my sword deep into Azog’s chest, a guttural, bloodied gasp leaving his lips before I pulled him off of Thorin. With him staring up at me, I swung my sword down, once more pushing deep into the already gaping wound in his chest.

And as the light faltered in his eyes, I spat. ‘Burn in hell, filth.’

Without sparing a moment, I dropped to Thorin’s side, my hands clasping his face.

‘Thorin can you hear me? Are you okay?’

‘Y-Y/N ...’

I smiled as he gripped my hand, only for it to fade at the scarlet that covered his hand. Looking down I noticed the wound in his chest, the tunic he wore beneath his coat soaked in blood.

‘Oh lord Mahal-’ I whistled as loud as I could, looking up into the skies where the eagles continued to circle, their dark shadows passing amongst the cloud. Suddenly, I coughed violently, leaning away from Thorin, wiping at my mouth, only to find blood.

‘No no no-’

Again I whistled, body shaking as I looked around. A hand pressed against my cheek, gasping as Thorin looked up at me, a gentle smile on his lips.

‘It-it’s alright my dear one, it’s alright-’

I shook my head, pressing a firm kiss to his hand. ‘No no no Thorin. You are going to live! You will not die this day, you’ve just gotta stay awake for me, alright?’

‘I feel so sleepy ...’

I held back a sob, squeezing his hand. ‘I know, Thorin, I know but you have to keep your eyes open! Help is coming! Y-You made me promise you that we would try-that we would try a hand at us! You’ve gotta stay awake-’

However as the words left my lips, his eyelids slid closed, the grip faltering on my cheek as tiredness over took his entire body.

‘Thorin don’t you dare close your eyes!’ I cried, gripping his cheek while the other hand pressed down on his wound, trying to stem the blood that flowed over my fingertips. I looked around once again, screaming into the smoke that rose over the frozen peaks of the waterfall.

‘SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE SOMEBODY?!’

I screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

Even when my voice became hoarse, I still screamed at the top of my lungs.

Even as blood spilt down my clothes, I still cried out weakly.

And even as the shadows crept across my vision as I lay beside my unconcious lover, and the blurred outline of a figure came into view, I whimpered.

‘H-Help us ...’

I groaned as I opened my eyes, blinded by the piercing light that entered through the overhead windows. Slowly I sat up, gasping in pain that filled my side, and then I remembered.

The war, Azog. And Thorin.

I rushed to get out of bed, shakily getting to my feet only to fall foward towards the stone floor. However I didn’t make impact, held up by Kili.

‘What are you doing Y/N?! I’ve known you for being an early riser but you must stay in bed! Oin has commanded it!’

I gripped his arm as he helped me sit back on the soft mattress, sighing at the pounding in my head. Once blurring in my vision had faded, I really took in the scene around me to realise we were within the halls of Erebor.

Dwarves and dwarrodams with medical pouches walked through the aisles, standing beside other injured soldiers, a calmness settled over the entire room that we hadn’t felt for months. I looked back up towards him with a small smile.

‘It’s over isn’t it?’

He was hugging me before I could even register it, a small hiccup of pain leaving me before I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I ran a hand through his hair, chuckling-or a sobbing-I couldn’t even tell.

‘Oh thank Mahal you’re alright!’

‘The others are too.’ I couldn’t help but relax against him at his words, pulling away to look at him up and down, inspecting him carefully.

‘And you are not hurt?’

‘A few bruises and cuts, every soldier must to be able to tell the tales of war!’

I smiled, but once again thought back to the dwarf I had gone on that desperate mission to save. I gripped Kili’s hand painfully. ‘And Thorin? Is he-’

‘Alive and healing thanks to you.’

I sighed, this time an even greater weight lifting from me. Tears of relief rose in my eyes, looking up at the young dwarf who smiled down at me.

‘May I-’

‘Of course you can. Just don’t tell Oin I’m going against his orders taking away from your time of resting!’

Once dressed in my clothes, which I found had been washed and dried, felt clean against my skin, Kili led me to Thorin’s chambers. More like carried me, taking on most of my body weight to avoid leaning on my right side. I couldn’t help but smile at other dwarves and dwarrodams we passed, earning many in return.

We all had fought for this victory, and free of the Orc’s reign of darkness. Now we could finally smile without the fear of dying on the morrow.

We reached an ornate corridor, adorned with gold and jewels across the walls from roof to the marble floors, and at the very end I could see two guards guarding a large oak door, much different to the room Thorin had taken when ill under the dragon sickness.

There were two other dwarves standing before the entrance, chatting amongst themselves, turning to us as we arrived. With the door slightly ajar, I squinted, looking past the shoulders of the dwarves to see a Thorin, cleaned, bandaged, and peacefully resting,

‘We are here to visit the King-’

The door was shut with a slam, Kili cut off by the one who looked the oldest, his pointed nose raised to us and voice firm. ‘No one is to enter these chambers besides the King’s healer or advisors!’

The Prince scoffed. ‘Do you know who you’re talking to? I am King Thorin’s nephew, I am his kin and I order you to allow us in to see the King!’

‘I know who you are laddie, and I certainly know who this woman is.’

Why did it seem that everyone knew me before I knew them?

I looked toward the dwarf with a raised eyebrow. ‘And who do you think I am?’

He smirked. ‘Word of you reached Ered Luin long before the company of Thorin Oakenshield even reached the cusp of our homeland. Must’ve been a good offer you made our King to join such a company-’

‘I offered my skills-’

‘And much more I think.’

I stared down the second dwarf, cringing inwardly at the ugly smile he sent my way as he looked me up and down, a stare I wasn’t unfamiliar with.

I pushed off of Kili, now nose to nose with him. ‘Watch your tongue-’

‘And you will watch yours missy. You are nothing than a common woman with no title, no family, and nothing to give to this King, or this kingdom. And if word gets out that the King has fallen for a human? Oof, you better run further than the hills. You wouldn’t last a day-’

‘Is that a threat?’

‘No, it’s merely a warning! Because you will be ruined either way, whether you are dead, or defiled beyond reprieve.’

My gut churned at his words, an anger I hadn’t felt in a very long time burning inside me, the memories of my time as a prisoner at the hands of the orcs sweeping through my mind. Everything they had done to me, the way they tied me down, ripped my clothes off, and did nothing but violate me.

Kili, who hadn’t noticed my state, stepped forward in a rage. ‘How dare you speak of her in such a way! You are nothing but cowards! She saved the King’s life-’

‘Then that is her job done innit? Hurry along and find someone else to travel along with, maybe you’ll find some new purpose for yourself, become someone else’s bitch-’

I didn’t remain to hear the rest of the cruel dwarf’s words. Breathing uneven, tears streaming down my face, I ran through the halls, letting the calls of my name that rang out behind me fall deaf upon me.

It felt like everything was spinning, blurred as I fell against a wall, catching my breath, the taste of iron on my tongue. I gripped the marble beneath my nails, as if it would ground myself to reality, distract me from the images of the laughing orcs who had held me down, to dissolve the ugly smiles and laughter that erupted from them once they were finished.

‘Y/N? You silly woman, why are you out of bed? You should be resting! Your wound is bleeding again!’

My eyes shot open at the sight of Gandalf, standing tall over me. Almost instantly, the sternness in his features creased into worry, taking my face into his hands carefully, wiping away the tears.

‘Breathe my dear, breathe.’

I gasped, inhaling as much air as I could, gripping the wizards arms as sobs left me. With the shaking not ceasing, I looked back up towards Gandalf, tears still trekking down my face.

‘Please take me away from here Gandalf-’

‘Why? What has happened?’

I shook my head. ‘I can’t stay here, I-I can’t be here when Thorin wakes up. Please! Take me away from here!’

NEXT (The Aftemath - Coming soon)

A/N: I am so sorry this chapter took so long but here we are! Will it get better? We shall see! I’m sorry!! *runs away*

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theartofbeinganeldar · 5 years ago

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 4

Summary: After discovering that you were stuck in the fantasy world you had no recollection of, your memory was jogged after weeks of depression: this land was Middle-Earth. A council of wizards and Elves was summoned, and Thranduil expressed his wishes of wanting you gone. Elrond agreed to take you in and Gandalf was excited to share in his adventures with someone who knew nothing of the world, quite like a Hobbit, but you wanted to stay in Mirkwood, with Legolas and Tauriel, of which you'd made friends with. Legolas leaves in three days to locate the orcs who enroach upon Mirkwood's northern flank, and the council sees this as a chance for you to prove your worth. If you fail, you are to leave Mirkwood...

Chapter No.: Chapter 4

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: I want to thank all my readers for their feedback, likes, and reblogs! I'm only on Chapter 4 and all of you combined have made me feel really good about my writing. I've gotta admit, I was a little scared of going through with this multi-chapter fic at first, because while a few people really liked and enjoyed my stories on DeviantArt, they never got the reception The Art of Being an Eldar has. I just thought my writing sucked for the most part. Thank you all so much!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, The fucking Silmarillion, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words. Rating: Teen (14+) for now

"You what?"

Apparently Leggy didn't comprehend the concept of being accompanied by a suddenly Elvish human from another dimension.

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you repeated, "I said, I'm coming with you when you leave for your orc-hunting mission."

Legolas narrowed his eyes. "And who gave you permission to do this?"

"The council, that's who. So suck it up buttercup, I'm coming with your sorry ass."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Very well. Tell me, aside from randomly swinging a sword, do you know anything about weaponry?"

You raised an eyebrow. Shit, you'd have to fight? "No, but I can say a mouthful of greetings in Elvish."

Legolas raised an eyebrow. "Nin ista, Sairen, but words are not mightier than fighting skill in battle."

You scoffed. "I can think of a pretty famous phrase from my world that totally contradicts that..."

Legolas shook his head as he sauntered past you, down the stairs of the bridge you'd found him on. The sounds of his bows and knife sheaths clanking together as he walked relaxed you. "Of course you do, mellon." He paused to look at you. "Are you not coming? We leave in three days. If you are intent on coming with me, surely you cannot believe I will let you go without even so much as learning the proper way to stab an opponent?"

You made a face, but followed him anyway. "I know how to stab."

"How, then?" He gestured to you pointedly and crossed his arms.

"Um..." You mimed the gesture you'd probably use while stabbing an orc in the guts. "Like... This? With a twist?"

"That may work if your enemy has the weak skin and flesh of a human, or even on an Elf," He pointed out, "But we are fighting orcs, Sairen. Their hide is as thick as that of a boar, and their flesh is equally so." With a flourish, he flipped out one of his long knives. He paused in handing it to you. "I am not letting you keep this, mellon. My mother gave them to me."

You froze in reaching for the weapon. "You have a mother?"

Legolas chuckled at your wide-eyed expression. "You thought I did not?"

You stiffened before hurriedly turning away. "No! Of course not! Why would you think that?!"

Legolas laughed as he followed you. "Well, I do have one. She has been away on the other end of the palace-city. I should introduce you to her."

"Is she as fabulous as your dad?" You ran the tip of your index finger along your eyebrows. "And maybe even with the same super dark eyebrows?"

Legolas smiled. "No, no. She is perfectly beautiful."

"So you're saying your dad's not?"

"What?"

"Nothing." You waved a hand. "Where's the training grounds again?"

Legolas grinned evilly. "Well, your training begins now, Sairen. See if you can actually get to said training grounds without killing yourself on that blade."

Your jaw fell. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That's child's play! Don't you think I already know how to not do that?!"

"That is a double negative sentence, but no, I do not believe you already know this skill." Blue-Eyes shot you another grin. "Besides, we are not taking the average path to the training grounds. They are outside of the palace, after all. We will go out and around, on the hardest path imaginable. For a human, they would be entirely impassable."

You stared up at him dumbly. "Uh... Do... Do you even realize I spent the last nineteen years of my life around people with the mindset of shit water I might die because I'm a-- I was a-- human? Also, I was never agile. I won't be able to make it over a log, if it's big enough."

Blue-Eyes gave you a disapproving look. "Do the humans of your world never traverse nature?"

You pretended to think about that

"Hm... Let me see... Uhm... Yeah, nope, pretty much never, unless you're one of those super outdoorsey kinds of people, and the true ones of those are rare. For instance, most usually wear really tight clothes and walk through parks with stone paths and everything primped to perfect condition so that nobody even gets grazed by a dandelion, and everything's sprayed to keep the bugs away and animals are limited to squirrels and bunnies, then they wanna act like they just walked the fuckin' Sahara Desert without water. Real outdoor people are rare. Steve Irwin? Real. Bear Grylls? Real. Josh Gates? Real. Hell, when I was a very tiny little girl I used to watch a kid's show with two brothers who pretty much lived in the jungle. But out of everybody, those are the ones I can think of right off the top of my head. Them, and the few tribal races still out there."

Blue-Eyes made a surprised face. "Well... I am glad you got a chance to experience what real life is like."

"Thank you, Blue-Eyes." You'd reached the front gates of the palace, which were opened by a couple of those ninja Elf guys. You and Legolas walked on through, and into the forest, with its pink and amber leaves, down here, nullified into black and gray, piling up in the muck of the forest floor.

You'd been surprised when you'd seen this part of Mirkwood. Apparently, only the northern half was unaffected, but the rest of the once-spectacular Greenwood the Great was now victim to a strange plague, orc attacks from the north, and giant spider infestations from the south, from an ancient ruin called Dol Goldur. Animals no longer lived here, the rivers had mostly gone thick with filth, and the trees rotted and groaned in agony. The forest would confuse you, threaten to swallow you up and make you lose your way...

If you weren't an Elf.

Luckily for you and ol' Leggy, the two of you were Elves, and he had been raised here. If you stuck close to him, you'd be fine, even if the forest did manage to confuse you. He could hardly remember a time when the slow-acting plague hadn't been part of some region of the forest, and Tauriel had told you that he was 2, 371 years old. That was a long time for a forest to be sick.

"What even caused Mirkwood to get sick? Do you even know?"

"It is a nameless malice," Blue-Eyes replied, stopping all show-offy on a thick, low-hanging bough that precariously hung over a small gorge. "The darkness stems from Dol Goldur. Now, there are rumors; rumors of a necromancer, who resides in the ruins of that ancient fort."

"Necromancer?" That hardly sounded good. In anything where it was used, necromancer usually meant one who raises dead. "That doesn't sound good. Have you investigated it?"

"Of course not," Blue-Eyes gave you an odd look, like you'd just suggested he drink out of the toilet or something. You struggled to get up the side of a log he'd just casually hopped onto. "Why should we? They are merely rumors, and the forest has been sick for a long, long while. Still... This darkness unsettles me, as it does to all Sindar whom reside here."

"Dude, then maybe you should check the fuckin ruins," You mumbled, but he ignored you and continued hopping around from flowertop to flowertop. You just trampled noisily and clumsily along behind him. "Don't you guys like, live for light? So shouldn't you see if the ruins really do have a necromancer now? Especially since this dark ooze comes from it?"

Blue-Eyes shook his head. "King Thranduil does not wish for time to be wasted on rumors when we have other matters to deal with."

"Oh, so you mean he's too busy having everybody vote on which crown of berries goes best with his eyebrows."

"What?"

"Nothing. You Elves are just stupid."

Legolas grinned. "Well, humans are equally intellectually challenged."

You paused in chasing after him, stunned. He turned to face you when he didn’t hear you following. "Did you seriously just do that?"

"Do what?"

"You literally just used big words to sound smart." You laughed theatrically. "Oh! Pardon me, fine companion, I meant to implicate that you utilize gargantuan idioms to fabricate intelligence."

He smiled slightly as you finally made it up beside him. "I suppose you are not so daft," He relented teasingly, "Otherwise you would not even have those words in your vocabulary."

You made a face and rolled your eyes. "Whatever, blondie."

The training grounds were closer than you remembered, even taking the roundabout route. Along the way, though, you'd fallen into a bog, got your face scratched up by evil tree branches, and tumbled head-over-heels down a steep ravine, getting battered and bruised all over your body.

Apparently Middle-Earth-- Mirkwood specifically-- was prone to give previously non-Elvish members of other worlds injuries.

You made quite a show; barreling through a thorn bush and landing flat on your face right on the edge of the training grounds. You heard all the Elves turn their weapons on you, in case you were an orc, but then they seen your sorry ass, and Leggy casually coming down the steep ridge as if it was just a flight of stairs.

"Mae govannen," Said Legolas cheerfully to the Elves. Casually, he picked up his knife, which you'd thrown away from you halfway down so you didn't impale yourself at any point during the fall. Still, it'd skittered down alongside you. "Sairen, it seems you've failed this test."

"I dropped it on the goddamn border..."

"Nevertheless," Blue-Eyes ignored your response. "We are here now, and forfeiting other forms of training for the sake of redoing one failed task is pointless. You will learn as much as you can here, until I say we stop."

You finally moved, trying to at least sit up on your elbows. "It's only noon. We've got till nightfall, yeah? I can do that. No problem."

Legolas grinned down at you. "Mellon, you are of the Eldar now. You are stronger than before and do not need sleep unless you wish to dream."

"I don't what?!"

"Elves do not sleep unless we have been injured and need to heal," He replied, and grabbed you by the underarms to help you up. "We are stronger and more resilient than the race of Men. You are no longer imprisoned by the necessities of the human body."

Instant headrush slammed into you. "Apparently not all human body shit..."

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you speak of?"

"Headrush, dammit."

"Oh," He grew amused. "Do you mean the Blackness? Unfortunately, that befalls us all."

You glared daggers at him.

Another Elf approached, with a slender face and long brown hair. "My lord, most of the training grounds are taken up. You may yet have mine, if you wish so."

Legolas smiled. "Ah, my thanks. [Y/N], this is one of the Elves that accompanied Lord Elrond here, Lindir."

You extended your hand. "Nice to meet you."

Both Blue-Eyes and Lindir looked at your hand in confusion. Lindir, with a glance to Legolas, slowly tried to hand you his bow. With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you realized they didn't even understand what a handshake was. "No no no, sorry; that's called a handshake. It's what two people do when they meet each other where I come from. I didn't mean to confuse you. SO." You bowed in the Elvish way. "Mae govannen, Lindir of House Elrond."

Lindir and Blue-Eyes smiled. Lindir returned your bow. "Mae govannen, [Y/N] of House Thranduil."

"Lindir will be accompanying us to trace the orcs, and Erestor of Rivendell," Said Legolas, "As will another of our own house, Elros; I believe you have met him already. He was the Elf who lead you to the councilroom. From Lothlorien is a friend of mine, Haldir, and of course, with the other Elven Lords aiding us, Mithrandir feels he should send his own aid as well..."

Lindir's eyes widened. "Do not tell me..."

Blue-Eyes nodded seriously. "He is sending Naughrim to accompany us."

"Naughrim?" You asked. Of all names, that didn't sound familiar. "Who's that? Somebody not well-liked among Elves?"

Blue-Eyes fought a smile. Lindir answered you. "Mellon, Naughrim is our tongue for dwarves."

Your mouth formed an 'o' in recognition. "Ohhhh, now I get it. Elves and dwarves hate each other for no explainable reason. Got it. Who's he sending?"

Blue-Eyes shook his head in exasperation. "They are all of Erebor. Balin and Dwalin, two are named, and of the other, he is the most insufferable of dwarves; Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain. Mithrandir believes that this will be a good experience for him as it is for us, but he refuses to come himself. He's all but forcing the situation."

You looked from Blue-Eyes to Lindir and back. "How can he force you? Dwarves and Elves are both stubborn beyond all reason, and none of you seem to take him seriously."

Legolas shook his head and pursed his lips. "Unfortunately, Dwalin is as good a tracker as any, and Ada is not permitting many of the Sindar on this journey for the reason that we are merely meant to find where the yrch dwell, and go no further. We will need all the aide we can find, even if it is in the form of unwilling dwarves. As for them, he has promised treasure, the details of which I know not; I can only hope it is not any of ours he has promised them." He smiled at you. "Shall we?"

Before you could follow, he walked off; you glanced to Lindir questioningly. "...Ada? Who's that?"

Lindir smiled softly. "It means father. He is referring to King Thranduil."

"Oh. Now I feel stupid."

"Do not, mellon, for the language of the Elves is not easily learned unless you were born speaking the tongue."

With a roll of your shoulders, which ached, you followed Leggy.

***

"Ow, goddamn it, and goddamn you, you stupidly perfect Elf."

At the end of the day, you'd been cut, pricked, whipped by a bowstring, nicked, dinged, and all kinds of other small injuries that added up to one big mess of drying blood and bruises.

Blue-Eyes had had you train deep into the night, until the silvery waning moon had all but left the star-filled sky. Now, as the sunrise approached, you both sat on two convenient boulders, and he bandaged your bloodied hands. In the eerie half-dawn light, he looked ethereal, and his pale hands and silver tunic sleeves compared to your now dark-with-blood-and-mud-and-bruises hands and black sleeves was a huge contrast. Your hands shook slightly, aching and stinging and pained on various sorts of levels, while his were perfectly steady as he wrapped them in soft green leaves.

"Stop shaking, mellon," Legolas told you gently.

"What was that?" Your head snapped up. "Are you feeling sorry for me? Don't feel sorry for me! This is nothing! I've been shot in the calf by an orcish arr--OW!"

The leaves had drawn too tight and released some kind of juice that stung like hell. His hands hovered over yours. "My apologies, but it draws out the infection."

"What infection?!"

"You are not yet used to your Elven body yet," Blue-Eyes replied, looking into your eyes. "Since you are the equivalent of a newborn, I would say you are very susceptible to infections, sickness, and injuries."

You looked off dramatically into the distance. "That explains why I can't stop fucking getting hurt..."

"That it does," He smiled at you, and something pulsed in your chest. Da fuck... You fought a flush. He stood, then held out his hand to you. "Shall we return to the palace? You may rest until sunhigh, and then we will continue your training." You took his hand, and he helped you up; you stumbled into his chest, and backed up quickly. He took no notice, but patted your shoulder before going to retrieve his bow and quiver. "You did well today, Sairen, even if you frightened off half of the other Sindar and Silvan training here."

You made a face. "Pfft. They just can't handle my awesomeness."

"If you say so, mellon," He said, and started to take the easy way back, to your relief. You followed closely behind him.

You looked up at the stars as you walked in silence for awhile, until finally, you broke it. Of course, you broke anything, really... "Where I come from, they say there's a star for every soul that's passed away."

Legolas glanced to you, then followed your gaze wistfully. "That is something our two worlds have in common."

"Scientifically," You added, "They're spheres of hot air and gaseous materials wound up tight by gravity that glow and put off heat, but the idea always felt nice to me... But where I come from... You also can't see the stars."

Blue-Eyes halted in his tracks as if you'd just said someone murdered his mother. "I... What? You can't see the stars?!" He actually looked genuinely horrified by that idea.

You shook your head. "No. Humans... They've polluted the atmosphere too much. Filled it with trash, and man-made lights and even remnants of smoke... You can't see them."

He watched you even as you watched the stars. "I've never seen them like this... They're beautiful." You could see bands of galaxies and clouds of distant nebulae, and the small silver fires glittered in the billions, even as the pink-orange glow of the beginning of dawn was starting to show in the east. You were in awe.

You jumped when Legolas took your hand. "What?"

He smiled at you. "Come with me. I will show you one of the best stargazing places in all of Mirkwood."

"Thranduil's pavilion?"

"Better."

"Whoa. Dude, count me in."

He lead you off of the trail, deep into the woods, through the easiest ways that probably were a pain for him, but he did it anyway. Finally, you stopped at the base of a massive tree, stretching so far up you couldn't see its top. Its trunk was pockmarked with holes and vines, and after slinging his bow onto his back, he threw you a smile over his smile. "Come, Sairen."

You couldn't help but smile back. You climbed, quickly, all the way up, past the canopy, into the uppermost branches of the tree, where the copper-gold leaves thinned out to allow for one thick branch to get a view of the night sky. The branch was thick enough across to allow for two or three people to sit side-by-side against the trunk, and Blue-Eyes sat quickly as he helped you up.

Here, no branches obscured any part of your field of view. You got a perfect view of the sunrise, and the starry sky. "Holy shit..."

You felt him put an arm around you, and you stiffened, just before he breathed in your ear, "I will not let you fall from this tree, Sairen. You've only just arrived in this world, and should another portal be below that is activated by a beautiful sunrise, I am loathe to let you go, for there is so much I want to show you..." The sun burst over the distant mountains beyond Erebor, sending fiery orange and red across the sky. "Such as this. Your world does not sound as if it could have any sunrise as wonderful as this one."

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you watched the sunrise, jaw slack. "No... Not like this."

Legolas smiled, and finally turned his focus to it himself. Your eyes slowly dragged off of the beautiful scenery to look at the Elf beside you, and the warm feeling worsened; your heart started fluttering. Eldar only fall in love once... Galadriel had warned you.

...Shit.

A blush crawled up your face, and you tried your hardest to focus on the sky rather than the Elvish princeling pressed close against your side.

***

"Mae govannen, [Y/N] of the Woodland Realm," Greeted Lindir kindly as you approached the group of Elves gathering in front of the front gates.

"Mae govannen, Lindir of Rivendell," You replied with a smile. The Elvish greetings rolled off your tongue easily now. After the sunrise you and Blue-Eyes had watched together, you'd spent the last two days training at obscene hours and resting. Now, finally, the group of Elves leaving to track the orcs were gathering-- there were only about fifty in total, of which there were those wearing Woodland garments, the red-and-gold of Lothlorien, and the greens, purples, and browns of Rivendell. Apparently Galadriel, Celeborn, and Elrond didn't agree with Thranduil sending what would've only been a dozen to track some very dangerous orcs.

You heard several of them muttering to each other about Naughrim, something all of them had in common.

You swung your light traveling pack off of your shoulders and by your feet, scanning the crowd for a certain platinum-blonde head-- unfortunately, most of the Elves from Lothlorien had blonde hair. You looked at Lindir. "Where's Legolas?"

Lindir glanced around. "He is on his way, I am sure. After all, it is he and Haldir whom are leading this journey."

You nodded. "I've never packed for something like this before... I hope I didn't pack anything weird or forget something."

Lindir looked confused, then recognition flashed across his face. "Oh. Forgive me, I had forgotten you do not have this experience. Tell me, what did you pack?"

You shifted your weight nervously, and lowered your voice. "Uhh... Two extra pairs of clothes in case these get ruined, some extra food, even though I've noticed I don't have to eat as much as before, and some water. Then there's these," You gestured to your back, where a quiver and longbow hung from your back. You felt its weight all too strongly, and that of the sword on your hip and the knives on your thighs. "And some of those special leaves that're used for bandages."

Lindir smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Mellon, you have packed what we all have, and lightly, as well."

You smiled. "Thanks. Just consider yourself lucky that I don't know how to read Elvish, or I would've packed a book or two to keep me company."

Lindir chuckled and stepped back. "Well, for now, I am glad of it. On this journey you will learn much, hopefully, and by the time we return, you may be able to speak more of Elvish. It is harder to learn to read it, I have heard, much harder."

You ran a finger over your chin in thought. "I wonder if Thranduil would let me go to Dale or Laketown to get some books in English..."

"Forgive me," Lindir looked confused. "I do not know what that is."

You realized what you'd said a second too late. "Oh! Sorry. Where I come from, Common is just referred to as English."

"Oh, I see now. I am sure he would, and if he does not yet, then perhaps one of the Woodland Elves could bring some back for you. What of Legolas? Are you not friends?"

You blushed. "Yeah, I hope so. I've never been very good at making friends, though. Nobody's ever really liked me." You realized Lindir was staring at you with an absolutely terrified expression. Your own eyes widened in alarm, and you frantically patted your face. "What?! Is there something on my face?!"

Lindir shook his head. "I-I am not sure. Your skin has suddenly gone red, as if burned. Are you ill?"

"Uhhh..."

You were spared the embarrassment of explaining blushing by all the Elves gathered suddenly gasping and bowing in the direction of the stairs. Lindir saw the cause before you did, and his jaw fell. "By all the Valar..." He bowed deeply, and you followed his motion, but not before catching a glimpse of who it was. Thranduil, of course, and Legolas, following a she-Elf in a tunic that looked as if it were made of starlight itself, with flowing white hair and alabaster skin.

"Ui!" Shouted Thranduil irritably. "Ni telima lume, autauva!"

You leaned closer to Lindir. "What did he say?"

"He is forbidding her to join us," He answered quickly.

The she-Elf whipped around, generating a power almost as strong as Galadriel's. Legolas stepped forward. "Amal... Mecin."

She shook her head. "Yon, venno, nin carindo ier nin indo. Alye uva pusta ni."

"What did she say about pasta?" You whispered.

"Sh!" Lindir said quickly.

The woman looked at Thranduil and Legolas lovingly, before approaching Thranduil and placing both hands on his face. Thranduil closed his eyes in regret, and the woman kissed him; you looked away, embarrassed. That was the Elvenqueen.

That was Legolas's mother.

"Melinyel, Thranduil, alye ista si."

Thranduil sighed. "Melinyel, mela... Mecin ea girthonwed."

With that, Legolas reluctantly took his mother's hand and lead her down the stairs. They disappeared in the crowd, until you heard the Elvenqueen's voice. "Rise, all of you." Unsure, the Elves rose one-by-one. "Which of you hail from far places, whom rescued my son Legolas Greenleaf from the fate of an early death?"

The Eldar glanced to one another, realized it wasn't their neighbor, and slowly, like somebody who'd gotten called out in class, you were being stared at, and a path was made between you and her majesty, while Legolas stood beside her.

You swallowed hard, suddenly terrified. Lindir patted your shoulder. "You have been summoned, mellon. Go, I will make sure your pack does not get swapped with someone else's."

You tried to look and walk confidently, but you were terrified. She was beautiful and indimidating, and you had to admit, you were definitely intimidated. When you reached her, you bowed as deeply and respectfully as you could, a fist over your heart. "Elen sila lumenn omentielvo, your majesty." You didn't know what else to say. What you'd said to Galadriel and Celeborn was the most respectful thing you knew in Elvish, and you'd never been in the presence of royalty.

"You come from another world," She looked down at you indifferently, and you suddenly felt very small and very weak with everybody's eyes on you. This was nothing like Thranduil's fabulously indifferent look. "Yet still, you saved my son's life. After, you make the presumption that you can live and walk among us as one of us, freely, unburdened, merely because you came here by happenstance and you were allowed the reward of living. Do you feel as if this is the correct course of action for you to take?"

You glanced to Legolas, absolutely horrified. "Y-your majesty..." Your hot-headed tongue, a lot more toned down, popped into existence. "I saved your son's life because he didn't deserve to die. I was given the freedom to live, and to repay that, I mean to make the most of my time here by helping in whatever ways that I can. King Thranduil has given me the chance to prove myself worthy of living here by allowing me to join in hunting for the orcs. If I fail, I will leave Mirkwood, and go with Lord Elrond to Rivendell."

Legolas's eyes widened a fraction of an inch, before going back to their normal selves; he looked to you with almost a sadness, but you couldn't figure out why. Elvenqueen smiled, as if proud. "Then you are not what the rumours of your world have made you out to be. You are humble and grateful, qualities I did not expect from one of this Earth. You possess a unique personality, [Y/N]. Tell me, who are your parents, so that I may refer to you properly?"

"I have no father," You said quickly, relieved that she was just trying to scare you. "None I care to speak about. But I do have a mother, who I love very much. Her name is [M/N]."

Elvenqueen smiled. "Very well, [Y/N], child of [M/N]. Here, we, all of us, have a secondary name, such as my son; Legolas Greenleaf. During this journey, you may earn your own."

You smiled back, relieved beyond relief that she'd decided not to kick your ass for existing. "My thanks, your majesty."

She sailed away regally, and Legolas shot you a glare. "Why did you not tell me you would be leaving us?" He demanded.

You balked. "I-I said if I failed..."

"And you are most likely to do so," He snapped, sending your heart and soul plummeting to roughly the center of Middle-Earth. Without another word, he followed his mother.

"Mellon?" Said Lindir from behind. You turned around; He held his bag and yours, which you gratefully took from him.

"Thanks," You said, but your eyes followed Legolas's back as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Is everything alright?"

"Just fine," You shrugged. You were used to being abandoned.

Lindir looked doubtful. "Very well, if you say so. May I introduce you to those you will be most judged by?"

"Sure."

He took you through the crowd, to the guy who helped you find the councilroom. "Ah, [Y/N]. Mae govannen."

You bowed your head and returned the greeting to Elros in a monotone voice. "So your name is Elros?"

"Yes," He replied. "Son of Elrond."

If you were taking a drink of water, you'd've spewed it everywhere. "Huh? But isn't Rivdendell like, waaay over the Misty Mountains?"

Elros chuckled. "Yes, but those of the Eldar cannot always remain in one place. We yearn for far places, and even farther shores. Long years I have spent in the halls of my father, but I left for Mirkwood when my sister, Arwen Evenstar, left for Lothlorien, to spend a time with our mother's mother, Galadriel."

Your eyes were wide. "Galadriel is a grandma?! Your grandma?!"

Lindir and Elros looked at each other in amusement. "Elves," Said Lindir, "Live forever, so long as we are not killed by injury, or the wounds of the heart."

"Wounds of the heart?" You echoed.

"When love remains unrequited, it is sometimes too much to bear," Replied Elros, "And the victim suffers long before dying of a broken heart. Oftentimes, it is when a wife perishes during childbirth, or when war or battle takes the life of a beloved, and their souls pass into the Halls of Mandos. I still worry for my father, even though my mother has long since passed due to child-sickness."

Your eyes widened. "I'm so sorry."

Elros raised a hand. "She is at peace now. She resides in the halls where her mother lives, and many of my kin who have long since passed on."

"Is Elrond gonna be okay?" Now you were worried. You didn't even know the guy (Even though you probably knew him before your amnesia.) but you didn't want him to die of heartbreak. He was being nice to you, and offering you a place to live if Thranduil decided to be more of an ass.

"He is strong," Lindir assured you, and partially Elros. "He is stout of heart and fierce of soul. He will live long yet, that I can assure you with the utmost certainty."

Together, Lindir and Elros took you to where another dark-haired Elf in the Rivendell attire spoke with a Lothlorien Elf in red-and-gold armor. White hair was braided away from his stern face. Elros said something in Elvish, getting their attention, and they both bowed to you. "[Y/N], child of [M/N], may I introduce you to Erestor, Chief Counselman of Elrond, and Haldir of Lothlorien."

"Mae govannen," They both said.

Haldir regarded you warily. "I have heard you come from far lands, one beyond even Arda."

You tried not to look stupid. "Arda?"

"This world upon which we live," Haldir clarified.

"Oh!" Now you knew what they were talking about. "You mean this whole planet? Mine never had a cool name; Earth, that's it, with a bunch of different countries on it. Are there countries besides Middle-Earth here?"

Erestor chuckled. "Yes. There is Beleriand, just the remains of it, to the farthest west. Also in the west lie the Gray Havens, and across the Sea are the Undying Lands of Aman, far from Endor-- that is to say, collectively, Middle-Earth and Beleriand."

"Oh, cool! Where I come from, nowhere has cool names anymore, except for maybe Dubai, Greece, and Rome. In the past, there were hardly ever cool places, except for Egypt and Babylon."

The four Elves around you glanced to each other in amusement, as if you were a child just learning new things; and you pretty much were...

"Haldir," Said a familiar voice, and you perked up as Blue-Eyes stepped through the crowd. Your heart sank as he completely avoided your gaze. Damn, you should be used to this kinda shit by now. One small thing and someone abandons you. "We go to meet the dwarves. You have told your party, yes?"

"Of course, mellon."

"As have I," Added Erestor as Blue-Eyes went to ask. "None of us may like this, but it the word of a Maiar, of which the Noldor still yet revere. Worry not, Legolas."

Blue-Eyes nodded, glanced to you, and walked back through the suddenly-departing crowd as the doors opened. You hefted up your bag further onto your shoulder. "Mmkay, Lindir?" You fell into step with the purple-clad Elf.

"What is it?"

"Questions. Lots of them. What the hell is a Mayan and a No-door?"

Lindir chuckled. "Maiar, and Noldor. The Noldor are the oldest of the Elves. The Maiar are wizards, servants of the Valar; such as Saruman, Mithrandir, and Radagast."

"They met gods?"

"Yes," Said Lindir doubtfully, eyeing you. "Do the people of your world not know of their gods?"

You scoffed dryly. "You kidding me? Almost everybody believes in some bearded guy in white floating through existence and pointing to a random spot, then saying 'Let there be light!' Bam, universe created. Others have much more gruesome stories; like in Norse, Odin and his two brothers cut up a giant to create the world. Then there was Egyptian, where two godly people representing the earth and sky consummated and BAM, universe created again. They all say the gods came from the sky, which others believe to be aliens-- people from other planets entirely-- but I've always been an atheist."

"And what does that mean?"

"That I don't believe a goddamn word of any of that 'god' shit."

"You should not speak of them so, for they hear all."

"Yuck. Let's hope they don't find somebody on their wedding night."

Lindir's eyes bugged out of his head. "That was... Sudden."

You grinned. "I'm like that. Get used to it, Lindy."

He frowned. "My name is Lindir."

"I know that," You laughed. "It's a nickname. It's a sign of friendship."

Lindir smiled. "Oh. Then we are friends, then?"

"Sure! I've never been friends with so many people before!" You looked ahead excitedly, waving when you seen Legolas glaring at you. So what if he was pissed? You'd make him un-pissed.

Lindir gave you a sad look. "But you have only befriended Legolas and myself."

"And Tauriel."

"Still, that is only three people." He looked genuinely confused. "Do the people of your world not believe in friendship either?"

You sighed. "Not really. They're more interested in betrayal. Me, personally, I've had it all. Betrayal, death, abandonment... I've gone through some shitty times, that's for sure. One catastrophe after the next. One painful step at a time through it. I've been through hell and back, been shattered like glass and looked death in the eye, and somehow, I'm still standing. Sometimes it feels like I've lived a thousand lifetimes in only nineteen years." You gave him a sideways smile before looking back ahead of you, trying to block all of the flashbacks...

Lindir regarded you with newfound admiration. "I can... See it, in your eyes. I believe all of us can. The things that you have endured are marked on your stride, and not many could recover from what you have recently gone through so quickly. A human with your strength is... Unheard of."

You laughed. "Yeah, 'cause now I'm an Elf!"

Lindir laughed too then, as did a few other Elves and she-Elves near to you-- as you walked out of the doors of Mirkwood's palace, you got this strange, tingly sensation in your core... The odd feeling of people laughing with you, not at you. The feeling of not being judged. Of people realizing you've been through hell. Of people not automatically striking you onto their enemy list because you're different.

As you moved into the north, the light filtering through the leaves was golden, and everything seemed at once surreal and ethereal. But aside from those two feelings, you felt one stronger than any other. You smiled as you looked around at your new friends in this new world, which still felt so familiar. You were happier than you'd ever been. Even though you'd miss your family, you were glad the portal had been closed.

And there are many paths to tread...

Through shadow, to the edge of night...

Until the stars are all alight...

You passed Blue-Eyes, who'd climbed a tree to scout, and when he seen your awestruck, childlike expression, even he, who was currently pissed at you, couldn't help but smile at down at you. You smiled back. That warm feeling returned.

Finally, I'm where I belong.

I'm...

I’m...home.

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Extra Notes: Elvish is SO FUCKING HARD. And yes I put the Elvenqueen in this. And dwarves are inbound. Don't guess the plotline, just DON'T.

Fun Facts: In Old Nordic mythology, there was a forest known as Mirkwood. There was also a dwarf called Durin, who created the line of the most power dwarfs, some of which, just to name a few, were Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dvalin, Balin, Oin, Oakenshield, and Gandalf. There were also many types of Elves-- Ljosalfar were the Light Elves, and Dokkalfar were the Dark Elves. In general, Elves were known as Alfar, and they lived in Alfheimr, "The Land of the Elves." Supposedly, Alfheimr had shining trees of silver and gold, like Lothlorien. Also, there was a dragon called Fafnir, a cursed fire-drake, coppery-red, who laid atop a mound of gold and guarded his wrongfully-taken treasure with his life. The original owner of this treasure was a dwarf, reduced to a husk of his former self, called Andvari, who, out of all of this treasure, loved most a golden ring, inscribed with runes. He cursed this ring, so that all who wore it would soon come into misfortune...

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missvifdor · 6 years ago

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When I arrive in Middle-earth [Part 1]

Warning: Hi ! It's just to warn that English is not my mother tongue. I apologize if you encounter errors in your reading. Part two is being written. In any case, I hope you enjoy :) Enjoy reading !

I also draw the introductory image :)

Well... Well, well, well... I must not panic. Everything is fine.

After all, I'm just surrounded by a dark forest in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere.

-But what am I saying ? Obviously I'm panicking ! I cried, raising my arms to the sky.

The high sound of my voice in icy silence frightened some birds that flew away, panicked! I want to burst into tears...

I'm going to die in a dark forest and my corpse will be devoured by foxes and squirrels.

-My consolation prize will be that they will not have much to eat, I thought, in a random sense.

Indeed, I am one of those people with the body of an asparagus. An asparagus with glasses and the size of an underfed house elf.

I jump ! An owl hoot somewhere !

-Highness of volatile...

I sigh and squint in the hope of seeing more clearly. It does not work at all.

[...]

I want to go around in circles for hours and yet I have no idea what time it is ! Or how long am I here !

However, I had time to hit my foot against a lonely pebble to make a very friendly hug on the ground, ride a stream of nettles and land in a calm cove. My life is magic !

I look so silly with my little red summer dress stuck to my skin, my tangled hair and my uncontrollable cold !

-I hate nature ! I hate this forest ! And I hate myself even more for Bugger all ! I cried, furious.

But I think the worst part of all this is that I have to be lobster red. I could not resist the urge to scratch myself because of nettle bites.

[...]

Do you want to know one thing ? Well, I do not have shoes anymore.

They started giving me blisters and cramps. So, I left them on the side of the road without any regret.

And the day begins to rise too, but I'm not too sure. My eyes are swollen with fatigue and I am dehydrated. I may have hallucinations.

-Hehe ... Hehehe.

And there I laugh alone, now ! I really need help here.

The birds start to sing and it makes me even more eager to take a nap on the floor. My body is so heavy ! And my glasses are still dirty...

I yawned for a long time.

I'm so tired, but I have to keep moving !

Suddenly, I stop and clean my glasses on my dress which, do not hide it, had seen better days !

I put my glasses on my nose and...

-The exit !

I run like crazy ! I'm so happy and relieved to be finally out of this tangle of trees that... I fall into the apples and put the cheek first on the wet grass under the morning dew...

[...]

I'm fine, there! It's warm and cozy !

-I must be in bed, I thought, holding back a happy little smile, eyes still closed. What an idea to dream of being lost in a forest !

I change position under the sheets and push my face even more in the soft pillow. I think I could sigh with happiness !

I even want to go back to sleep. But I know I can not do it... too bad.

I get up, appear in a sitting position and stretch like a cat. I put my hand in my hair to put it away from my face, then looked for my glasses on the bedside table.

Being short-sighted and astigmatic, a real pleasure...

-Oh, you're awake ! Here I am relieved, miss !

I give my three neurons time to connect correctly and quickly put back my glasses.

I now see a complete stranger holding a tray of food in the doorway of my room which is not my room !

I take a moment to lift the blanket !

-Merlin thank you, I still have my clothes ! I sighed with relief. -Miss? -Hmm ? I look up at him. Oh ! Hmm ... Excuse me, but ... Where am I ?

The stranger advanced to the bed and put the meal tray on my lap with a reassuring smile.

-Do not worry, you're at home, replied the stranger, still smiling. I found you a little further behind my house. You were completely cold! And do not worry, I did not touch your stuff in your bag, I would never allow myself such a thing, especially with a lady !

The poor man seemed panicked at the idea that I imagine him searching my things. I laugh, amused and a little moved by his behavior.

-Do not worry, I believe you and I thank you for taking care of me, I said a little timidly but warmly. Hey, but I do not have any...

My eyes fell on a shoulder bag that I knew very well. Oh yes, I had a bag !

-I introduce myself, my name is Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins ! -Nice to meet you, Mr. Baggins, my name is Isabelle, I introduced myself by extending my hand to shake him.

Bilbo smiled at me and gently squeezed my hand.

-I am delighted, he said. I'm really happy to see you're fine ! Rest as much as you want and eat, you seem to be hungry! If you need me, call and I will come. -Okay, thank you, I said. Could you give me my bag, please? I have to take my medicine before eating. -Of course !

He moves quickly and passed my bag amiably.

I give him back his smile and watch him leave the room. I take this opportunity to examine when he turns to leave the room and my eyes are on his huge bare feet and hairy !

My eyes widen and the memory comes back to me !

-Heheh... Hahahahah !

I laugh nervously. But how could I be so stupid !

This guy is the spitting image of Martin Freeman, the actor of Bilbo, the actor of John ! But I'm stupid ! I am stupid !

-I am in Middle-earth, at Bilbo the Hobbit ! Perfect !

I feel my nerves and my anxiety galloping and frantically searching for my medicine in my bag !

It's a blow to make me even more worried than in life in general !

Seriously, what happened ?! I crossed an invisible space-time portal ?!! I died while boarding a bus and my soul transported me to another universe ?!! I had a cardiac arrest because of all my braids ?!!

I quickly grab the glass of water on the tray and I swallow all of a sudden !

Then I take the time to breathe well, because they recommended me and I feel calm again.

I calm down for another two or three minutes and then I try to see the positive side...

I have always dreamed of meeting my favorite characters and having an adventure with them !

-But I can not even defend myself with my little fists and I burst into tears at the sight of a wounded animal ! I mumbled darkly.

It would be cool to learn new things, to eat new dishes and to make friends !

-I am extremely introverted, shy, I get sick easily and I have phobias of wasps and bees ! I continued to myself.

I could find love, who knows...!

-Be realistic, who would want a burden and a stuck girl like me...? I finished sadly.

Bitterness, I grabbed the sandwich that Bilbo had so kindly prepared and I started chewing.

-It is delicious...

I finish fast enough to eat. Bilbo really cooks like a chef. I have never eaten so well.

I smiled slightly, spread the blankets, then put my sore feet on the soft carpet at the foot of the bed.

I hiss with pain as I get up slowly. Wherever I could lean on my feet, it was on a swollen and painful bulb !

But I decide to keep my comments painful for myself and get out of the room, the meal tray in hand.

Every step deserves a burning insult in my head!

Slowly, I arrive in the vestibule and soon after, I find the kitchen. I wash the dishes that I dirty.

-Oh, you are standing !

I jump and turn, a hand on my leaping heart ! But I find my calm when I see that it's Bilbo.

-Yes, I did the dishes, I said, pointing to the plate I was drying. -Oh, you did not have to, you know, Bilbo frowning. -I took it, it's the least of things !

The Hobbit's eyebrows furrowed a little more. Now that I was standing next to him, I could see him fall on my shoulder !

It was weird to see an adult being smaller than me ! I have already seen grannies do my size, but it was new !

Suddenly, Bilbo put his fists on his hips.

-Have you seen the condition of your legs ? You should rest ! -Mr. Baggins, I'm fine, I lied to reassure him. -And you lie very badly my daughter ! Go ! Go to bed in the living room !

I do what he says to me with surprise !

Well... This is the first time anyone notices that I'm lying about my condition...

I hardly come to the salon, my feet still hurt! I almost collapsed in the nearest chair !

Bilbo does not take long to join me, a kit and small pots in the hands.

He takes a little ottoman to sit down and grabbed one of my legs not without blushing a little. I guess for him it was a pretty intimate gesture.

-I think I've had enough for your wounds, but if you're in doubt, tell me what happened to you, he asked, examining the redness, bruises, and scratches. -I wandered all night in the forest, I came across a rock that made me kiss for the first time, I continued my momentum by going in a field of nettles and finally, I landed in a stream...

The Hobbit looked at me speechless.

-I've had some unlucky and awkward Hobbits, but I think you're in first place ! Bilbo said with a small, mocking smile.

-Eh ! In my defense, I really did not see anything !

I hear him trying to suppress his laughter so I take a slightly sulky look that looks like a child.

It's hard to believe for me that I'm so hostile to be so comfortable with someone I've met !

-I think I have everything I need. But it is best to apply an ointment on clean skin. I think Bag End is always full of my mother's old dresses from when she was young, wait, I'll pick them up.

Bilbo smiled at me and got up and went out of the living room.

[...]

Half asleep in a deliciously hot and scented water, I massaged my aching areas by humming a song that made no sense.

I even allowed myself the luxury of washing my hair.

Once I'm clean, I put the right cream on my redness and bruises before putting bandages on my scratches.

-I would say that I fought with a bear ! I commented, looking at myself in the mirror of the bathroom.

Then I pulled on the outfit that Bilbo had given me.

I went back to the living room where Bilbo was waiting for me reading a book. He had also taken the opportunity to light the fireplace. I had not noticed it until now, but it was late in the day, the sun was just beginning to fall.

When he hears me coming back, he looks up from the page he's reading and gestures me to sit on the chair next to him.

-This dress looks great on you, I'm relieved that it does not stay in an old dust chest, smiles the Hobbit. -Thank you Mr. Baggins.

I sit next to him.

-Well. Now that you seem to be in a better state than where I found you, I would like to know what happened to you so that you would find yourself wandering in a forest in the middle of the night, wearing only a much too light dress for you. the season.

Bilbo seemed very serious.

I sigh, sinking a little deeper into the cushions of the chair.

It seems like a very serious discussion was about to begin...

- Honestly, I do not remember... I have no memory of how I landed there. All I know is that I woke up in this forest... I was completely disoriented and scared ! -I want to believe you, Bilbo admitted. The woods are not safe when you get too far from Hobbiton, there are wolves running.

I feel my throat tighten ! Shit ! I was much more likely to be eaten by wolves than by foxes and squirrels !

Seeing that the news had shaken me, Bilbo grabbed my left hand and patted me softly.

-Do not worry anymore, you're safe now, the Hobbit said with a reassuring voice. Do you want a hot drink? -With pleasure if you do not mind, Mr. Baggins, I said with a slight smile.

Bilbo smiles at me and gets up.

-I'm coming back, he announces.

I hear him go to the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later with tea, milk, sugar and biscuits.

-This is hawthorn tea, you will see that it will be good for your nerves. I noticed that you were an extremely stressed person. -Thank you so much.

And so, I explain to him more or less generally that I am absolutely not from Middle-earth and that I have nowhere to go.

-I noticed you had a very beautiful accent, Bilbo said. Where are you from ? -From France, this is the country where I was born and where I live... Finally inhabited. And thank you but for my part, I find my accent horrible ! It seems strange when I speak ! -In any case, I appreciate your company and you can stay here as much as you want !

I blush a little, embarrassed.

-Do not give yourself this trouble, Mr. Baggins ! You have already cared for me, fed and dressed ! I would not like to enjoy your kindness ! I exclaimed, red peony. I do not want to disturb you more than necessary ! -But you do not bother me absolutely, Bilbo assured warmly. I find instead that you are a wonderful, polite and kind guest ! And then it is me who proposes it to you, so there is not to discuss ! I am normally someone who does not like to receive a lot, but I do not know, with you I feel at ease and your presence could make me feel less alone. -But...! -No "but" ! You are free to live in Bag End all the time you need until you find a stable situation to live in the area or to return home !

I remain silent for a moment, stunned and moved by this little Hobbit so nice !

-Mr. Baggins... -Yes ? He asked curiously. -You are sure not to be an angel descended from heaven to watch over me ? I asked with a sincere little smile.

Bilbo turns red, and I burst out laughing at his embarrassment as he smiled shyly, mumbling thanks.

[...]

It's been a year since we live together, Bilbo and me.

The beginnings were not easy, for example, it was necessary to create a schedule for the bathroom or buy a women's business that Bilbo did not have.

But we got used to each other's presence and I started to feel really comfortable in Bag And.

The neighborhood hobbits also knew me very well now.

I even created my small business !

The old Belladonna dresses that Bilbo had given me were beautiful, certainly, but they did not fit my style. So I learned to sew and I started to change these dresses.

When I came to Hobbiton with my modified dresses, hobbits women started to want the same style and I soon realized that I could make money helping these young women with dresses they did not wear anymore and that they wanted to actualize.

The ambience of Hobbiton also helped me with my stress and anxiety for everything and anything. Here, I could live at my own pace and enjoy the sweet life of Hobbit.

I even think that I was a Hobbit in a previous life. Or at least, I had to be a distant cousin of Bilbo because we were on the same wavelength for just about everything !

Today was extremely calm, I visited a customer and went to the Bree market to buy new items.

And since I had work to do, I did not want to embarrass myself with a dress, that's why I was wearing this outfit:

On the way back, it was getting darker and cooler than it was a few hours ago.

A few Hobbits trailing in front of them greeted me, but I felt that it was not as usual. They knew something that I did not know...

So I hurried and I did not make a mistake !

There seemed to be far too much excitement in Bag End, not to mention the strange sign engraved on the freshly repainted door of last week !

-Oh no... Trouble starts... I thought, squeezing my wicker basket against my right hip.

Without waiting a minute longer, I push the door of Bag End and enter the entrance. I take the time to put my wicker basket before looking at the extent of the damage.

-....

The floor was in ruins ! This same floor where I spent so much time cleaning it to shine like new! What do I say so that we can see ourselves as in a mirror !

I waxed this floor ! I was on all fours at this floor !

That's when my eyes land on a shape on the floor that should not be there !

-Bilbo !

My poor Hobbit is lying on the carpet, fainting !

I squatted next to him and tried to make him regain consciousness by masterfully ignoring the crowd of Dwarves and the magician who watch me do in silence !

Bilbo still has not opened his eyes and I panic slightly.

-Hey ! Do not stand there watching and help me move it into the living room ! You see that with my nonexistent muscles I can not do it alone ! I cried angrily.

As if he was coming out of a trance, I see the dwarf that I suspect is Bofur helping me lift Bilbo to lie on the living room couch.

The advantage of living with a Hobbit with the taste of sarcasm and the Took side is that I totally lost my shy side and that I have much more confidence in myself.

The dwarf with the funny hat mumbles things that look like excuses. He seems to feel really guilty with his beaten dog look...

Yeah... I do not have time for her feelings, the important thing is to wake up my roommate Hobbit !

-I'm really sorry, I did not think Mr. Baggins would react this way, stammered Bofur, his cheeks turning pink. -Hmm, I growl. Since you seem to feel so worried, would you be so kind as to prepare tea, sir...? -Bofur ! At your service, miss...? -Isabelle.

The dwarf smiled at me timidly and headed for the kitchen. From the corner of my eye, I see others watching me with curiosity and murmurings.

I roll my eyes and after a few more attempts, Bilbo regains consciousness.

Bofur returns sometime later with a cup of tea. I thank him and pour Wiscky into the tea.

Bilbo does it only when he's really exhausted, and I think he was in those moments.

The Hobbit seems to be comforting to see me and I smiled tenderly as I ran my hand through his honey-colored curls to calm him down.

-So Honey, did you have a fun night ? I asked with a smirk. -They emptied the whole pantry! Nothing is left ! And I'm terribly sorry for the floor, Isabelle... I know you spent a lot of time...

I frown.

-I do not care about the floor. And you ? You ate ?

Bilbo shook his head from side to side, sheepishly. I'm still sighing.

-You are lucky, I crossed the Bree market today ! I will prepare something for you !

I lean over and kiss his temple. Then I went to get my wicker basket, still superbly ignoring the looks that followed me at every step.

But hey... They're "guests", so...

-I hope you enjoy the reception of Bag End ? I say with a sarcastic smile. However, I will ask you to be kind enough to clean up your mess when you finish your little meeting. As you have probably already seen, my dear friend Bilbo was "slightly" shaken.

... But I always blame them for disgusting our house, for moving all the items and for having conscientiously eaten all the food, including the remains of my chocolate fondant !

It is now the turn of the dwarves to look sheepish.

-Excuse us, ma'am, we did not think Mr. Baggins had a wife, apologized a Dwarf with a white beard and a special accent. -You know if Bilbo to a woman or not, it does not matter. When you arrive at someone's place, you take off your shoes to avoid getting dirty, you ask before using it without any embarrassment, you do not wipe your boots full of mud on the family objects of the host and we avoid especially to scare him ! All I just mentioned are etiquette rules, but that, I guess you already know ?

An icy silence falls in the audience.

I use my most stern look against them and go to the kitchen to prepare a dinner for Bilbo who did not have a chance to swallow his.

[...]

The dwarfs all sleep in the living room and the other rooms (and they have everything tidy and clean as promised).

I had the opportunity to get to know Gandalf. He seemed very amused, I think he wants me to join the company... And I know I do not have a choice.

From the first hour tomorrow morning, Bilbo will start to catch up and leave for Erebor... I do not want to let him go alone.

Oh, I know he'll be able to cope, that's not the problem.

But I will not stop worrying to ask myself every day if he is well, if he is cold, if he is hungry, if the company treats him well !

So I made the decision to come with him, like it or not !

Anyway, I knew that day would come, so I secretly practiced defending and healing.

I also met Thorin. How to say...?

He is taller than me (I can barely reach his shoulder !). And he tried to intimidate me with his great deep voice and his striking blue eyes. But I showed him that I was not at all impressed (inside, I panicked like never before !).

I also remember making the other dwarves nervous, mainly by my stern look as I tried to look confident.

But brief. Now everyone sleeps, Bilbo sleeps, I'll be able to prepare our things so that we do not forget anything tomorrow morning.

I first went to a trusted neighbor to give him the Bag End replacement key and to make sure that Lobelia Sackville-Baggins withdrew and did not touch our stuff.

I prepared extra bags with a clean alternative, my savings, a care kit and creams for bites. I even took our umbrellas !

I go to bed late that night and hope to get up on time.

[...]

The next day, silence reigns in Bag End. It's hard for me to get out of sleep, but I always try to push my blankets over and put on my dressing gown without taking the time to tie it up.

My lazy feet are hanging out in the living room.

They are always there, I am well on time.

I then look in the kitchen.

-Hmm... I'll have to go to the bakery... I mumbled.

I sigh, I tie my dressing gown, I put on shoes and I go quickly to the bakery.

I am the first customer of the day.

-Do you really need all this ? Ask the baker, incredulous.

I smile at him.

- I'm afraid, yes. Sir, have a nice day. -Good day to you too !

When I return to Bag End, some dwarves have also immersed themselves, including Bifur, Balin and Dori. They made tea for everyone.

-I brought back enough to give energy to everyone before departure ! I announced, looking more friendly than last night.

The three dwarves seem surprised by my new attitude and obviously do not seem to know how to react.

I roll my eyes.

-You behaved like pigs last night, but I do not blame you anymore, you cleaned up everything and that's what counts. Eat while it's still hot, everything I bring comes out of the oven.

The three dwarves smile at me, a little warmer to the touch. I return it to them and see Bilbo in his room.

It is out of the question that I start running behind ponies to catch up with dwarves and a magician !

[...]

I avoided the disaster !

Bilbo was going to ask to turn around to get his precious handkerchief and I put the cloth under his nose before he could open his mouth.

-Thank you Isabelle ! You really think of everything ! Bilbo said gratefully. -We're a team, Honey, do not ever forget it, I said, winking at him.

We continue our journey for a while, until I smile, amused by the discomfort of my little Hobbit on his pony.

-Relax, Bilbo, He will not eat you. -This is the first time I ride a pony... he admits. -I noticed, I said. Relax your shoulders, you're much too tense and stop pulling too hard on the reins, you'll hurt your horse.

He follows my advice and then looks at my posture.

-You look so comfortable ! You never told me you knew how to ride ! -It really goes back a very long time in my childhood, when I went on trips discovered with my classmates. -Really ?! Did your parents let you travel alone with other children ?! -Oh, I was not alone! I reassured him. We were accompanied by our teacher and three parents to monitor us during the activities of the trip. It was very fun and we learned a lot. We even went to the sea ! -You really saw the ocean ?!

I turn around and see Ori, who blushes with embarrassment but his eyes sparkle with curiosity. I give him a reassuring smile.

-Yes, I really went there. Often even. I went with my family most of the time! And you, Ori ? Have you ever seen the sea ?

The young dwarf blushed and answered shyly.

-No, never, he replies. You know, we dwarves are not made for this kind of place, we live in montages. But I really want to go at least once and draw that kind of landscape ! -And I wish you, Ori. The sea is very pleasant in hot weather, so you can swim and play in my waves!

The young dwarf takes a dreamy look, surely imagining his feet in the sand with the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea.

Subsequently we continue to get to know each other.

[...]

I look at the sky.

-Hum, Bilbo takes this. Quick.

I pass Bilbo his heavy coat, his waterproof travel cape and his umbrella. He puts them quickly without arguing, but I can still see he wonders "why?".

-Ori ! I called the young dwarf. Comes quickly ! Come next to me !

Curious, the young scribe brings his pony next to mine and I just have time to put my heavy warm coat, to put my waterproof cape on Ori and to unfold my umbrella on our head, it starts to rain as if I had rarely seen !

All the others are surprised by the rain and begin to moan insults at Khuzdul (at least, it looked like insults).

And so the road continues, full of insults in Khuzdul and desperate attempts by Fili and Kili to come and take shelter under our umbrellas.

-M. Gandalf, can not you do anything against this deluge? Ask one of the dwarves after a moment. -It's raining, Master Dori. And it will continue to rain until the rain stops. If you want to change your time, you will need another magician !

[...]

Here we are in a city I have never visited, in an inn for the night. I must say that we are all exhausted !

It was awful for hours, so most of the company members were soaked and chilled. If we except Bilbo, Ori and me.

Apart from below the knees, we were dry and warm in our clothes !

-It is not fair ! Kili complains, shivering sadly. Why are you alone in having dry clothes ?! -Because I thought it might rain during the trip and we do not take a walk in the sun under a bright sun, I pointed out. -Besides, I thank you, Miss Isabelle, for keeping my little brother warm ! Dori said gratefully. -You're welcome.

We were allocated rooms. Each dwarf member was grouped by family, Gandalf took a room for himself and I sleep in a room with Bilbo in separate beds.

Everyone took the opportunity to change and we all came out of the rooms to eat together.

We ordered a lot of food and drinks (almost all alcoholic).

-You do not want a pint of beer, Miss Isabelle ? Bofur smiles widely. -I avoid drinking alcohol, I can cause trouble. -And what kind, huh? Dwalin laughs with mockery. -Well ... I could go to the bar and dance an Irish jig, be a little too affectionate with the customers, pay a tour to everyone saying "it's good, we only have one life !" Except that I only have one life and small savings. I could also burst into tears while lamenting the sad fate of my favorite literary characters. And all that, in French, my mother tongue ! -You can believe me, I have already seen it done ! Bilbo said, remembering the first time it happened. -And I thank you again for preventing me from undressing in front of strangers because I wanted to prove to everyone that I had abs, I added with gratitude to Bilbo.

All look at me with shock.

-But you swallowed how much glass of alcohol to finish in this state ?! -...Half of my first and only glass of beer...

This is the end of this first part, I hope you have appreciated ! Thanks for reading ! :)

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exquisitley-obsessed · 7 years ago

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The Three Women Of Durin - Beorn's Home (19)

MASTERLIST FOR THS STORY

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The company travelled for two weeks before anything cropped up, all the while training sessions refused to settle down. At the end of each long day of travelling the girls would spend 30 minutes to an hour working with their assigned partners. They were generally forced to fight with their weapons, only sparring to make sure they still maintained what they knew from Rivendell. On some nights Dwalin would only give Rosie the resources she had around her in the abandoned forest, Rosie tended to opt for a decent sized fallen branch.

The bumps and bruises from their run-in with Azog soon faded without scars and any other injuries soon healed. On the seventh night of the week, after the girls had their training sessions and were now settling down to rest their aching feet a strangled howl echoed from a distance behind them.

No one needed to say anything, even the girls could now detect that howl from miles away. Wargs. The company leapt into action, pulling their bags back on and acquainting themselves with weapons, the girls watching for a moment before following. When they were all ready and the fire was stomped out they gathered in a circle.

“Bilbo, turn back and scout out how far away the wargs are,” Thorin instructed, “We shall be right here if you should need us.” The hobbit nodded, surprisingly no fear could be found in his eyes, these paths had changed the hobbit. With a short nod, Bilbo turned around and scurried away when Cece updated the group on what was to happen next.

“It is, in fact, a Warg pack, some orcs too methinks, but there is something else, someone else to precise,” Cece said, dramatically.

“Oh, you just love this don’t you,” Frankie smirked at her friend as Cece blushed.

“What?” Gandalf asked, intrigued.

“Ever heard of a certain shapeshifter who lives in these parts?” Cece turned to Gandalf, knowing damn well he did. Gandalf thought for a moment and then nodded. “When Bilbo comes back, we run,” Cece instructed still talking to Gandalf.

“I’m sorry I do believe we may have missed something,” Kili said as his face contorted into a bemused expression. Just then a howl thundered from the sky, something that certainly wasn’t a warg. Following the howl, Bilbo crashed through the bushes his eyes wide and his breath heavy.

“The- “Bilbo started.

“We know, RUN!” Cece shouted before turning around and running away, the company following behind. Gandalf soon took the lead, leading the company this way and that. They ran for what seemed like hours and it probably was since the sun began to rise over the mountain peaks. Soon they were running across a barren field with a minute lake sitting sleepily in the middle, they ran and ran and ran, Gandalf shouting at them from the front.

“COME ON!” His voice echoed and the girls picked up the pace, their burning lungs and alight muscles screaming in protest. But no so far in the distance, a small hut could be seen, hope. Another roar of this unknown beast tore through their surroundings, so loud the girls had to cover their ears.

“This way!” Gandalf shouted, and they followed. Poor Bombur, frozen where he was, fear radiating off him.

“Bombur come on!” Thorin cried as he grabbed the beard of the ginger dwarf. Out of nowhere the dwarf turned and ran faster than any of the other dwarves, he simply skipped past them, his legs and arms moving in a blur. If they weren’t running from death the girls would have laughed.

They approached the gate and ran into a small front garden before slamming up into the door, all the dwarves slamming into each other. The girls who were mid-pack scrambled to the front and lifted the leaver allowing the dwarves to tumble inside.

“Bloody dwarves!” Rosie huffed as she held back the door for Thorin and Gandalf. Just then a mound of a monster appeared, tearing through the front gate, razor teeth slashing, bladed claws stabbing. “Uh oh,” Rosie whispered, frozen with fear.

“Rosie!” Kili cried pulling her back into the house and slamming the door shut and with the help of the others locking it as a thick mass of something slammed against the door. Frankie then turned to Rosie.

“Do you have a fucking death wish?” Frankie gasped, lying down next to where Rosie had been thrown, desperate for breath.

“Holy shit,” Was all Rosie could respond with as there was a continuous slam against the door before the beast gave up and turned away.

“What is that?” Ori sighed staring at Gandalf and the mound of out-of-breath-girls.

“That is our host,” Gandalf said knowledgeably before diving into the explanation of Beorn.

“You knew about this?” Fili sighed at Cece.

“We didn’t know exactly when this would take place, we didn't want to freak y’all out. Besides, no one’s hurt,” Cece smiled before turning and seeing the mound of heaving dwarf that was Bombur. “Well…” She trailed off.

“Never mind, all of you get some rest. We shall see of Beorn tomorrow,” Gandalf sighed. The girls happily curled up in a corner and fell into a deep, needed, sleep.

Frankie awoke to some noises from the barn animals, sighing she looked over and saw Rosie her head lolling off the barn of hay she was currently sitting on. She turned and then saw something very interesting indeed. Cece had curled up into the arms of…Fili? She stared at the two intertwined beings and had the sudden urge to squeal with delight. With glee, she kicked Rosie in the ribs earning her to snort and wake up.

“Wha- “Rosie started but was cut off by Frankie’s hand over her mouth. She looked up at her crazy friend who simply nodded at a pile of arms and legs on the floor. Rosie rubbed her eyes and then began to notice a mangle of blonde hair and some beard braids…

Realization swept over Rosie and she slapped Frankie in the arm who groaned in response. Rosie then scrambled over, grabbing her phone and threw it at Frankie who switched on the flash and took a photo of the adorable scene. Cute. Now to ruin it.

Rosie idled up and slowly began tugging Cece away and Frankie, Fili, the others would wake soon and that was a position that they didn’t want their friend to be in. Cece pulled away easily, her little body settling on a warm patch of hay where the sun was streaming in. Fili, not so much. Frankie grunted as she tried to pull the mass of muscle, bone and hair but failed miserably and fell causing Fili to wake up with Frankie an inch from his face.

“ARGH!” He yelled frightening Frankie.

“AGHH!” She responded.

“AHH!” Rosie yelled, jumping by the noise of the screaming.

“AHHHH!” Cece yelled as she bolted awake.

“STOP!” Frankie yelled throwing her hands up. “We’re in a scream circle!”

“Why were you…” Fili trailed off.

“Never mind that now,” Frankie sighed as she realized the rest of the group was up and awake.

They all got dressed and soon heard the noises of Beorn chopping wood in the garden, the dwarves arguing about what to do. Then Gandalf gave his little speech and soon we were all walking out in pairs, except Bombur of course. Bilbo and Gandalf leaving first.

The girls watched, laughter in their eyes as the dwarves pilled out before Beorn who was getting angrier by the minute. They very much enjoyed watching Bofur’s mixed signals.

“Is that it? Are there anymore?” Beorn asked. The final dwarf, Thorin, then stepped out, being dramatic as always. The three girls then took their cue, excusing their way through the dwarves and standing before Beorn, a little way off the group. Beorn didn’t know who to look at, Thorin, or the girls.

Not a few moments later the girls found themselves sitting at Beorn’s overly large table, drinking his milk and snacking on his food.

“So, you are the one they call Oakenshield,” Beorn said to Thorin as he filled up Fili’s mug. “Tell me, why is Azog the defiler hunting you?” Beorn said dramatically, his voice rumbling from within his chest.

“You know of Azog? How?” Thorin asked, almost shocked. Beorn submerged into the story of how his people were the first in the mountains and the pain his people suffered and how he now stands as the only remaining one of his race.

“You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn,” Beorn pondered as he too sat down.

“Yes, before Durin’s day,” Cece spoke up softly, “And we can. But we need your help,” She continued.

“You are running out of time,” He responded, not answering Cece’s plea of help. “What is your plan?”

“We shall go through Mirkwood,” Frankie spoke up, Cece had recently informed Rosie and Frankie on everything which happens in the story, the girls picked it up soon enough. “It will be quicker and there is a certain errand that we must run,” Frankie continued.

“A sickness lies in that forest,” Beorn simply stated.

“That will not stop us,” Rosie reassured.

“I would not venture there, except in great need,” Beorn continued.

“Well, that’s what was in,” Frankie uttered, getting slightly frustrated with the skin changer.

“We shall take the elven road,” Gandalf articulated. “Their path is still safe.”

“Safe? The wood elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin –“Beorn started.

“They’re sassy, we know,” Frankie sighed, her temper rising.

“They’re less wise and more dangerous, but it matters not,” Beorn said, ignoring Frankie.

“What do you mean?” Thorin pondered turning around.

“What Beorn is saying is that these lands are covered with orcs, we won’t make it to Mirkwood on foot which is why we need your help Beorn, mainly in the form of seventeen ponies and a horse,” Frankie mumbled, sick of the dramatics. Beorn didn’t respond for a few seconds, baffled by Frankie’s harsh tone. “Fine, don’t respond. See if I care,” Frankie then huffed before standing abruptly and exiting through the front door, leaving an awkward silence.

“I’ll go talk to her,” Rosie grimaced as she too stood, leaving Cece behind to negotiate with Beorn. Rosie stepped out onto the front porch and felt the sun spill onto her bare arms, soaking up the sun for a few seconds she began to look for Frankie.

It didn’t take long due to the splashing noises. Frankie was currently taking her anger out by throwing rocks of all shapes and sizes into the nearby stream. Rosie held back for a while, knowing her friend well enough to not get in her way. When Frankie appeared to be done she sat down by the stream, ripping her shoes and socks off and dipping her ankles into the cold water.

“You okay?” Rosie asked kindly as she too peeled away her footwear and dipped her feet into the water, Frankie had her eyes closed and some beads of sweat on her forehead.

“Yeah,” Frankie sighed, relaxing her muscles as she did so, “I just. I’m getting kind of sick of the dwarves and the dramatics and the way they talk and just…” Frankie trailed off, Rosie understood. They sat in silence for a while, listening to the hums of the animals and the gushing of the stream.

“What I wouldn’t give for just an hour of internet,” Rosie hummed as she relaxed back and stretched her legs out.

“Or a Domino's pizza,” Frankie murmured, causing a groan of annoyance and want from Rosie.

“Crisps,” Rosie added.

“Chips,” Frankie corrected whilst Rosie rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Youtube,” Rosie continued.

“Festivals,”

“Concerts,”

“Our friends,” This final one caused a sad silence to blanket the girls, they hadn’t really talked of home so much this far.

“Saying goodbye to my family,” Rosie continued.

“Saying goodbye to John,” Frankie added, John was her dog his full name, Elton John.

“Finishing school,” Rosie whispered, they had now moved onto the future.

“Meeting my future husband,”

“Buying a house near the sea,”

“Having three kids,”

“Watching Sherlock season 4,”

“Wondering if there would be a season 5.” They continued like this until they had no more to say, talking about their crazy fantasies. Again a sullen silence rested as the girls realized that they wouldn’t be able to do any of that.

“You know what,” Frankie whispered sitting up. “Fuck that.”

“Yeah,” Rosie said too sitting up, “Wait, why?” She turned to her friend.

“That was the only world we had, that’s what we got and we made dreams out of it. So, if now we have this world, we can make dreams out of it too!” Frankie said confidently.

“Yeah,” Rosie said, inspired by her friend’s words. “You know what…I want to go to an elven party,” Rosie said.

“I want to learn how to read, write and speak their languages,” Frankie smiled.

“I want to learn their music!”

“I want to try all of their foods,”

“Travel to the four corners of the map,”

“Meet Legolas and make him fall in love with me!” Frankie cried causing a trickle of laughter to escape Rosie. They continued to sit there, feet in the water, their skin warmed by the sun in peace. They talked a little more but only of this and that.

“Come on, are you ready to face his lord prickship,” Rosie smiled helping her friend up.

“As I’ll ever be,” Frankie groaned but smiled as she made her way back into the house.

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