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[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

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[myloverrunsthin]

𝔄𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰

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TA 2941, Forelithe 14th

XXI. 

The day ahead promised to be long. Thorin was the first to rise among the Dwarves. With no remorse, he kicked his kin awake, “Up, all of you,” Thorin urged, rousing his nephews first, “We must leave. Now.” 

“Oh, off it, Uncle,” Kíli grumbled, wincing at the sharp pain in his side as he swatted Thorin’s boot away. The Company stirred to life, slowly shaking off their sleep. Even Bilbo rose, eyes fluttering and stifling a small yawn.

You were lucky and woke to a more gentle stir, a soft shake of your arm. As your eyes adjusted, Kíli’s silhouette sharpened into view, “I’d suggest you wake up, milady. Thorin's doing his rounds, in his own sick way.” He muttered, smirking. 

“What?” You stretched, pushing back your hair and sitting up on your arms. 

“Brutal, but better him than Dwalin,” Fíli’s voice chimed, as he emerged from behind Kíli’s bed roll, “I still have a bone to crack from him somewhere, he did a number on my neck last week,” He tensed his arms and wound them back before an audible crack was heard, “Ah, there it is.”

You noticed the other Dwarves moving quietly, packing their belongings, sheathing their swords, and rolling up their cots. Near the doorway, Thorin and Balin were in deep conversation, Thorin’s face set in a grim scowl as he nodded along to his older kin’s words. 

Then, he locked eyes with you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. You hadn’t found the chance to talk to him about the other night. Had he forgotten? Or was it too awkward for him to bring up? Either way, he hadn’t spoken much to you since. But, maybe it was better that way. Maybe he had forgotten. Yet the tension remained. You certainly hadn’t.

All of these thoughts brought you back to Gwirithiel, making you regret not saying goodbye to her as well. 

“Milady, catch!” Fíli’s voice cut through, and your pack landed in your lap, jolting you from your reverie, “Gather your things. Brother, you too,” Fíli said with a wink, already rolling up his cot.

The other Dwarves’ hushed murmurs filled the silence as they followed Thorin, who stomped out the smoldering remains of the fire.

You rushed to roll up your cot, hastily grabbing the scattered items around your legs and stuffing only the essentials into your bag. With little time to spare, you buckled the straps and hoisted the pack onto your shoulder, determined to not be left behind. 

The halls were unusually quiet as you crossed the long bridge through the courtyard. Not an Elf in sight, but only the calming sound of the waterfall was present.

The marbled path soon vanished beneath your feet, replaced by the uneven rise of stone and dirt. The company’s pace slowed as the terrain became more challenging. Dori, struggling to keep up, spoke up, pausing to catch his breath, 'Which way are we going, lad?' he asked Thorin.

“We’ll take this path through the valley, before reaching the Mountain Pass,” Thorin answered, pressing forward without looking back as he stepped back onto the uneven, rocky terrain.

“And what about Gandalf?” Ori asked 

“We will see the Wizard later. If he even meets us there,” Thorin said using his stick to continue his hike, "Be on your guard. We're about to step over the edge of the wild." Those were his final words before he rounded the corner to a cave for the rest of the hike. 

You found your stride as you reached the peak of the hill, but a faint sound reached your ears carried by a cold breeze that tickled the nape of your neck and made you pause. The Dwarves passed by one by one, and you lingered, turning for one last look at Rivendell.

The feeling was eerie, and you brushed it off quickly to press forward again but jumped in surprise when you found Bilbo standing in front of you, nearly bumping into him. 

“Bilbo!” You exclaimed, “You really need to stop that.” 

The quiet burglar chuckled, scratching the back of his head, “Ah, sorry! I was calling your name, but you didn’t seem to hear me, ha.” He stood for a moment, twiddling his thumbs before catching himself and stopping, a nervous habit of his. 

There was a pause before you continued, “What’s wrong?” 

“Ah, here,” he said, pulling something from behind his back and extending his arm toward you. “You forgot this. W-wouldn’t want to leave it behind, would you?” He laughed again, a touch more awkwardly this time.

“Oh.” Your eyes widened, and you patted your waist where the weapon should have been. “Thank you, Bilbo.” You took it from him gratefully and secured it at your side.

As you secured the weapon at your waist, Kíli caught your eye from ahead, a half-smile playing at his lips before he turned back to the path with Bofur. 

“My pleasure,” Bilbo shifted nervously, rocking on his heels, “Well then– after you.” Ever the gentleman, he gestured for you to lead the way. Chuckling, you give his shoulder a firm pat as you passed, ascending the rock stairs. 

The Company huffed and grunted as they made their way over the terrain, careful to avoid the edge where the river roared below. Now free from Rivendell’s halls, the Dwarves’ chatter grew louder, free to talk about whatever they wanted with no care of any Elfs brooding over them with every conversation. 

You and Bilbo brought up the rear of the group. As you walked, the two of you chatted, with Bilbo sharing stories of his quiet life back in the Shire. He talked about his few friends and family, and how he planned to write a book about all his adventures once he got home. You laughed at his jokes, amused by his silly, carefree life.

His eyes twinkled, and a wide grin spread across his face, "I do miss Bag End," He admitted his voice warm, looking ahead with nostalgia, “Though not as much as I don’t miss my neighbor, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, that is. Last spring, she decided that her rose bushes would grow better if she 'borrowed' my garden soil." 

You chuckled, "She didn’t actually dig up your garden, did she?"

The Hobbit nodded so quickly it looked like his head might fall off, “Oh, she did! Right in the dead of night! I woke up to find half my marigolds leaning sideways, looking as confused as I was! Would you believe it?”

“She sounds jealous, Bilbo. Your garden is beautiful.”

“She most definitely is, no doubt about it. Every morning since, she walks past my garden, eyeing it like it’s her second breakfast!” Bilbo laughed, taking a puff from his lit pipe, the smoke trailing behind him with each step, “I w-want to add more. I think it needs more trees too. Oh! Maybe some Snapdragons for next winter—they’d fit perfectly after this, and they're a bold statement piece I think.” You’d never heard anyone so enthused about their garden before. You found it rather cute.

As Bilbo's words drifted around you, Kíli’s earlier glance came back to mind. There was something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.

 “Do you really think Gandalf will come?” Bilbo asked solemnly, bringing you back from your thoughts. He clutched his pack tighter, stepping over a fallen log.

Before you could answer, Bali, chimed, “Yes, laddie, Gandalf promised to meet us at the Mountain Pass...”

The day stretched on, the sun casting harsh light over the path. The sounds of nature were replaced with an occasional grunt or sigh from the company as they navigated steep inclines and treacherous drops.

Eventually, the jagged walls of the valley fell behind you, giving way to an open field. The sight of the pasture was a relief: a lush expanse of wild grass and a thin, sparkling river that traced a path back toward the canyon below. A collective sigh of relief passed through the group.

“We camp here tonight.” Thorin declared his voice firm as he surveyed the area.

Bombur began unpacking his supplies, the clinking of pots and pans echoing through the clearing, while others gathered firewood or prepared their bedrolls.

Even with Bilbo nearby, you felt a bit lonely without your other half by your side, as if a piece of you was missing. You wondered what Joseph was doing right now. Hopefully, he missed you—that would be a comforting thought—or maybe he was listening to an Elven tale. Who could know?

You set up your bedroll next to the river, its running water a soothing white noise that dulled your brooding thoughts. As everyone settled in for the night, another bedroll was tossed down next to you.

A soft thud beside you broke your reverie. You turned, surprised, “Kíli?”

He responded with your name and a smile, his eyes sincere, “Mind if I sit?”

The young princeling bit his cheek, chewing on the corner of his lip as if holding back a grin. He didn’t look at you, instead drawing small lines in the dirt with a stick. “Sitting,” He shrugged. “Is that alright?”

Kíli glanced up at his brother, who was barely holding back a laugh. From his bedroll, Fíli’s chest shook silently, and he rolled over to face the other side, unable to look at his brother anymore.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kíli’s question was tentative, and your brows furrowed as you leaned back slightly. A silence hung in the air, and he took that to continue.

He stumbled over his words at first, starting and stopping before finally managing, “How are you?” Was that all he wanted to ask? 

At first, it was small—a tiny pit forming in your stomach, accompanied by a flutter you couldn’t quite name, but this feeling has recently been happening far too often. A few dozen or so thoughts ran through your head and yet, you couldn’t find anything to say.

“I’m okay.” 

“Good,” He said quickly, “I mean– it’s good you're alright.” 

Kíli glanced around, noting that everyone else had drifted into slumber. He looked back at you as you ran your hand through your disheveled hair, resting it on your neck while you stretched and watched the fire crackle, avoiding his gaze. 

Then, without a word, his eyes flicked briefly to your hair. For a second, he hesitated, his gaze lingering on the way your hair fell loose and tangled. His fingers twitched, as though wanting to do something, but he looked away before you could catch it. You noticed this out of the corner of your eye, but said nothing.

A pause settled between you, and then his voice broke the silence again.

“May I?” He asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper. 

You turned to find him looking at you with soft eyes. “May you what?”

He asked you to turn around, spinning his finger. You did as you told, giving him a confused glare, and shuffled around the other way. 

A sudden jolt ran through you when you felt him gently pat down your head. He was careful, his fingers barely grazing your skin as he raked through your hair, brushing it out with surprising thoroughness.

You didn’t feel brave enough to ask what he was doing, so you let him take his time combing through your locks. It felt comforting, and you weren’t going to say anything about it.

You weren’t sure how long the silence lasted between you. 

With your shoulders slumping, relaxing under his touch, you felt him gather a small section of your hair and twist it at the base of your neck, tucking it under the rest of your locks behind your ear. Kíli continued, twisting and weaving a tiny, almost unnoticeable plait. His fingers brushed softly against your skin, moving carefully, almost afraid you would flinch away. 

But from a distance, Thorin watched, his eyes dark in the flickering firelight. He exhaled, forcing himself to look away and close his eyes.

[faerieroyal]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘: 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

It had been five years since Raven Waters had laid eyes upon Thorin Oakenshield. When the two of them had first met, Raven a young mercenary trying to find her way outside of the Guild that had trained her and Thorin a wandering former prince just trying to do good until the time came for him to once again make his way back to his home of Erebor, the connection between them had been instant, and as they had spent more and more time together, Raven had thought that perhaps they could spend the rest of their lives with each other - until an incident had occurred that left Raven with a fresh scar across her throat and an empty bed as Thorin left in the middle of the night to once again travel to another town.

Not that Raven was not used to being abandoned. An orphan who had bounced around many foster homes in her youth, she had eventually found her place among the local chapter of the Silver Guild, an organization of mercenaries that had scooped her off the street and trained her in the best ways to sneak and infiltrate and kill. The Guild had been the closest thing to a family she had ever had, but she did not wish to be beholden to them forever, and they had, unsurprisingly to her, been perfectly willing to let her go, so she had set out on her own at the tender age of eighteen, wanting to forge her own path in the world of killing and focus her skills on taking down cruel and corrupt nobles and leaders, rather then simply working for anyone who would pay her enough coin. It was how she had met Thorin in the first place, and he had been impressed by her skills and how she was willing to use them to help the innocent… not that it had been enough for him to stay, in the end, but when had anything Raven did ever been enough for people to stay?

And now, five years after waking up to only a short note that offered no real explanation for why the dwarf prince had left her, Raven’s skills are being requested for an entirely different type of mission: helping the man she never thought she would see again finally reclaim the home he had always talked about. Recruited by a rather odd wizard who insists Thorin’s company will need her skills as a killer (which she suspects to be a rather weak cover for simply wanting to cause drama and tension within the group), Raven finds herself travelling Middle Earth with a group of rowdy dwarves, one rather fussy hobbit whom she isn’t entirely sure will make a good burglar, and the dwarf she had once thought the love of her life, who can now barely look her in the eye.

Raven really does expect this whole quest to be a rotten business, even if their company does somehow manage to defeat a dragon and reclaim Erebor for the dwarves. But perhaps this journey might also force she and Thorin to confront their past and the pain they have caused each other… and maybe even bring them back together as they hope to bring the dwarves back under the Lonely Mountain.

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[warriorofthought]

Ice Bear

Summary: You always were close to Lindir but he suddenly finds your present disturbing and that hurts you. Can you both come to good terms back again?

Word Count: 2023

Warnings: a bit hurt and sad feelings

Linder X Reader

In the serene woods of Riverdale, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir, the gentle minstrel of the Elves, found himself entangled in an unexpected situation. He had always been known for his kindness and compassion, but lately, he found himself feeling overwhelmed by the attentions of an ardent admirer.

As Lindir strummed his lute beneath the ancient mallorn trees, he sensed the presence of You approaching. With a courteous smile, Lindir welcomed you but his heart sank as You began to speak.

"Lindir," You began earnestly, "I must confess, I find myself drawn to your presence more than ever. Your melodies enchant me, your wisdom inspires me. I... I feel as though I cannot bear to be apart from you, as I was a child I was often by you, I miss that."

Lindir's heart fluttered with discomfort, for while he cherished You as a friend, he did not share the same romantic feelings. With a heavy heart, Lindir gathered his courage to speak his truth.

"Y/n" Lindir began gently, "I am deeply honored by your affection, but I must confess that I feel you have become... too clingy."

Your expression faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing your features. "Clingy? I... I only wish to be close to you, Lindir. Is that not what friends do?"

Lindir sighed, his fingers tracing the delicate patterns of his lute. "Indeed, friends do share a bond of closeness, but there must also be space for individual pursuits and interests. I fear that your constant presence leaves me feeling suffocated, unable to breathe freely."

Silence enveloped them like a shroud as You processed Lindir's words, his gaze cast downwards in contemplation. After a moment, he looked up, his eyes filled with remorse.

"I had not realized," You murmured, your voice tinged with regret. "Forgive me, Lindir, if I have caused you discomfort. I only wished to express my admiration for you."

Lindir's heart clenched with regret at the pain in your voice, but he knew that honesty was the only path forward. 

A flicker of hurt crossed your features, like a shadow passing over the moonlit glade. You stood silent for a moment, your gaze fixed upon the ground, before finally lifting his eyes to meet Lindir's.

"I have understood your words, I'm sorry for disturbing you" you murmured, voice tinged with sorrow. 

Lindir's heart ached at the pain in your voice, but he knew that he could not retract his words. And so, with a heavy heart, he watched as you quickly turned and walked away, disappearing into the depths of the forest like a fleeting shadow.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of You searching for him. Lindir wandered the woods of Riverdale, his heart heavy with regret, longing for the familiar presence of his dear friend. But try as he might, he could find no trace of you, as if you had vanished into the mists of his memory.

And so, beneath the canopy of stars, Lindir played his lute, the echoes of his melodies mingling with the sighing of the trees. For even as the silence between them grew, he held onto the hope that one day, their friendship would bloom anew, like a flower blossoming in the wake of winter's chill.

_______________________________________

A few weeks later 

Lindir manage to spot you as you do your usual duty and steps up to you. Your attention is immediately drawn to him as you hear him. You quickly look away and tried to leave but he steps into your way.

"don't you dare to step closer, i don't want you near me" you utter a bit too rough, the Sight of him brings pain.

Lindir stops moving and his heart sinks for a moment. You truly don't want to let him come any closer and it hurts Lindir more than he wants to show. He finally understands that his words had hurted you more than he thought.

"So..." He replies with a mixture of hurt and sadness in his eyes trying to come up with a conversation. "You would have wanted to keep spending time with me and see me and hear my stories like we used to?"

"Have I ever said I don't want that?"

Lindir is quiet for a moment as he lets these words sink in. He realizes how stupid he has been. Maybe things could go back to how they had been. Maybe you are not truly gone from him after all.

"Can I ask you something?" Lindir says as he slowly walks closer to you. "Will you please let me tell you one last story? I still know so many and I was saving at least one for you. You never got to hear it. Will you please let me do that?"

You slowly nod " is it about the ice bear?"

Lindir notices how much you are opening up to him at the mention of a story he wishes to tell you and it warms his heart.

"Indeed it is." He says and looks at you. A moment of silence passes and he then looks at the floor, as if preparing himself. "Shall I begin?"

"yes" you nod and sit down on a nearby bench.

Lindir is quiet for a long moment. He is really glad you want to hear his story, even after he messed up so much. And he wants to make it up to you for it.

"Once, very long ago, there was a group of elves who lived in a far remote area within the forests. And they loved to explore these woods. One day, they stumbled on a cave that was very deep within the depths of the woods. They explored the cave and soon began to be surrounded by a lot of ice."

Your eyes slowly move over to him.

"As they went deeper, they soon noticed that they were becoming surrounded by more and more ice. It was as if the cave was a large freezer. The deeper they went, the tighter the ice became.

But they were brave and went all the way down until they reached a huge chamber that was filled entirely with ice. In the middle of the room, they saw something that startled them immediately."

"the little ice bear?"

Lindir is silent for a second, surprised that you already know most of the story. However, that does not bother him.

"Yes, indeed. It was a tiny little thing, so small that it fit in the palm of your hand. It was lying on its side and barely moving. All the elves were worried that it was going to die because it was freezing.

Then, something unexpected happened. The little ice bear moved its head and suddenly it looked directly at them."

Your eyes slowly show a little bit of your excitement.

Lindir notices a hint of excitement in your eyes. He continues with the story.

"Everybody was shocked at first. But the elf who had been exploring this cave the most got closer with a gentle and cautious approach. He had always loved animals of all kinds and he could not stop himself from trying to save the ice bear. He moved closer and carefully picked up the little bear.

His touch seemed to have an immediate and magical effect, as the very ice that surrounded the bear began to melt. And the little bear regained its breath."

"Wow" you mumble

Lindir smiles at you, realizing that you are enjoying his story more and more.

"Indeed. As the ice vanished, it became visible that the cave was more like a freezer and the ice was like magic frozen on this animal. All the elves were completely astonished at what they could see.

In the end, the elf that had held the small bear in his arms decided to take him with him back to the woods. Since that day, the little ice bear and the elf were inseparable."

"They are friends now?"

"They are not just friends now. They are bonded for the rest of their lives. The ice bear is actually very clingy towards the elf and likes to ride on his shoulders. The elf always loves to pet him and even has given him a name."

Lindir pauses for a moment and then leans a little bit closer to you and speaks softly. "Would you like to know the name he gave him?"

You nod.

Lindir leans even closer, his voice almost a whisper by now. He can tell that this story is hitting a spot in you.

"The elf called the little ice bear 'Icely'. They are so bonded and so close now that it is as if they cannot be separated. Icely is always with the elf and the elf can never be sad because Icely will always be there to cheer him up."

"that sounds nice"

"And what if I told you that that small ice bear reminds me of someone?" He asks you. With a glance, you understand who he is referencing.

"Of who?" You ask, trying to hide your curious feelings.

“It's the one I care so much about and the one that deserves all the kindness and love I have to give. The one I miss every day after you started to avoid me."

"You." He answers softly. "I feel as if we are like the elf and the bear. We cannot be separated. Maybe what happened between us before was so hurtful, but now I am not ready to let you go either. I will never leave you and I will always be here for you whether you wish to admit it or not." He sighs slightly, a bit sad.

"I cannot explain the feeling. Whenever I am with you, I do not feel sad because you are there. Even when I do not have the best day, you make it brighter and happier simply by being there.”

Lindir gets a bit closer to you and he talks softly. His tone is sincere and his eye contact is full of kindness.

“I have told you the story of my friends to tell you this: you are my little ice bear. You are not a burden for me, I promise, i will never tell you something like that so rough, i will be softer."

"Lindir" your voice finally soft again and it drifted through the air like a whisper carried on the wind, "I have missed you."

"Y/n" Lindir breathed, relief flooding through him like a river breaking free from its banks, "I feared I had lost you forever."

You look at him with a hesitant smile, your gaze soft and searching. "I needed time to... to process our conversation, your words were a bit hard for me" you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I realize now that I cannot bear to be apart from you, Lindir."

A surge of warmth flooded Lindir's heart at your words, and he reached out to clasp his hand, their fingers intertwining like the branches of two trees intertwined in a forest glade.

"Nor can I bear to be apart from you, y/n" Lindir confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper carried on the breeze. “ You have always held a special place in my heart, a place of light and warmth amidst the shadows."

Your eyes widened with surprise, your gaze locking with Lindir's in an unspoken exchange of understanding. And then, with a tender smile, he leaned forward, and hug you in a gentle big warm hug that spoke volumes of the love that had blossomed between you both.

Underneath the canopy of stars, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir and you found solace in each other's arms, their bond strengthened not by words alone, but by the depth of their shared affection. And as they danced beneath the silvered sky, their hearts entwined like the branches of two trees reaching for the heavens, they knew that their love would endure for all eternity, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.

[cascade05]

Is anyone else obsessed with poetic compliments?

Like… not just calling someone pretty but…

“His hair was like snow and his skin like frost. He looked like a creature made of porcelain moonlight with eyes like glistening stars. Words could not describe how ethereal he looked when basking in the moon’s gentle glow,” she spoke softly.

“And I remember him that way. A man made of stardust, a man who looked to be the very moon itself...”

“I find him in the moon because that was always what he was to me. The moon, soft and gentle. He was brighter than anyone else, as if he belonged in the heavens not on earth as a man, but in the sky as a celestial body.”

“He is the moon in the sense that his pure and beautiful…”

She swallowed thickly, voice soft and tender as she spoke again. “And he is the moon in the sense that he is far out of my reach,” she whispered, a single tear falling from her eye.

And not just saying you like someone’s strength or that you think they’re handsome but…

“You say that as if you don’t look like a fallen star.”

“What do you mean by that?”

She smiled softly, kissing the tip of his perfect nose as her hands moved down his neck then to his shoulders.

“Dark,” she whispered, kissing his jaw, “perfect,” she kissed his neck, “and pure,” she kissed his throat softly.

“It’s as if the sky fell onto earth,” she whispered, her lips ghosting along his throat as her hands skipped over his wounded chest and gently moved against his stomach.

“A man made of steel and rock, my own meteor,” she breathed against him, kissing his collarbone.

“My own piece of heaven.”

Cause shit like that just makes me 🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧 frreeal

[faeriichaii]

Hija de la Luna - Chapter l

A/N: OK so I think I finished my first chapter yay!! It's not proofread yet, maybe I will do it tomorrow and erase any mistakes I might have made :) I really hope that you who reads this will enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: my English lmao ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Gaihith ~ Little Dove ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Halwûna ~ Sweet One ࿐ྂ

The wind feels cold on my skin, as I looked up into the sky. Stars are dancing above, telling stories that are still unknown to most habitants of middle earth. Which one is the one to lead me to my destination? Which one leads towards a happily ever after for the upcoming journey? My eyes are roaming the entirety of the sky, when they settle on a small star that silently twinkles a little bit differently then the rest of its brothers and sisters. A smile forms on my lips, as I pull the hood of my cape lower and take a better grasp of my bag, which holds all of my necessities for the long travel days. I follow the small path of grass and stone, passing various different houses with small round doors.

The houses are built into the hills and are rather tiny in comparison to the ones I normally pass by. Taking a glance up at my destination, I come to an abrupt halt. In front of the door stands a rather short man. The top of his head seems to be bald, however, the sides are filled by his frizzy grey hair. I slowly start to ascend the small stone path that leads to the house and stand behind him. He is not that much shorter than me, only about maybe a couple inches. He turns around and I can see a proud beard adores his face. His bushy eyebrows scrunch together, as he musters me from head to toe. By closer inspection, it was obvious, that he was indeed a Dwarf. “Didn’t think our 15th member would be a lass.” Before I get the chance to say anything, he turns back towards the door and rings the bell.  After a short while of standing outside with the dwarf, whose name I still haven’t learned, a Hobbit opens the door. “Dwalin, at your service.” The dwarf in front of me says, before bowing slightly. The hobbit looks confused for a split second, before turning his attention to me. “Oh uhm- Melody, at your service.” I slightly bow, like Dwalin did mere seconds ago. “Hmm.” The hobbit suddenly tightens his bathrobe, still looking confused and slightly angered. Did we disturb him? “Bilbo Baggins, at yours.” With that, Dwalin enters through the small hole into Bilbos house. Following him, I also step inside.

“Do we know each other?” Bilbo asks us bewildered. “No?” Dwalin hands him his weapons and continues to walk into the home. “I’m sorry for the intrusion Mr. Baggins. Didn’t Gandalf mention anything to you?” At that, Bilbo looks at me like I grew a second head. “Did you say Gandalf?” I nod softly and smile sympathetically at him. It must be very confusing and overwhelming to suddenly have people barge into the comfort of your own home. He shakes his head in order to get rid of his thoughts and puts Dwalins stuff on a small bench by the door. “Well uhm- Do come in. I didn’t expect any visitors, but would you like some tea?” Bilbo asks, as he looked rather appalled at Dwalin who seems to be eating the dinner he had prepared for himself. Sitting down opposite of him, I take off my cloak and lay it down on my lap. “I don’t need anything, thank you.” Nodding to himself, Bilbo sits down beside the dwarf. “Why exactly are you here? Both of you?” “We are a part of- “Before I get to finish my sentence, the doorbell rings again. “That’ll be the door.” Dwalin says, mouth filled with potatoes.

Standing up, Bilbo leaves to let in the next person. “Balin, at your service.” Can be heard softly in the dining room, before Dwalin smiles and stands up to join them both at the door. “Brother! I didn’t expect you to be here so early.” The laughter of the men begins to grow louder, as they approach the long table once more. I muster a friendly smile at the new person who entered through the archway. His hair is as frizzy as Dwalins, however it almost is as white as snow. His beard was long grown and has a slight curl upwards at the ends. “Hello there lass, I expect you are our 15th member? The Oracle?” “Yes, my name is Melody. It is nice to make your acquaintance.” Both of them sit down at the table. “I’m Balin, Dwalins older brother.” He gives him a pat on the shoulder, while they continue to eat away. “So, I heard that you are actually an Oracle? Is that true?” Oracles are very rare to come by. Most of my kind hide their identity due to the fact that we are very sought after. They tend to hide within the realm of the Elves, because the resemblance between us is almost identical. However, the ones that did not have enough time to hide away were killed or imprisoned for the rare gift of future telling we hold. Soon there were only a few left, which lead to the believe that Oracles were creatures, who never even existed to begin with.

“Yes, I am. If you want me to, I can read a part of the future that awaits you.” I say with a smile adorning my face. Normally I would not offer to read the future for other people, considering the various outcomes I have received couple of times. When they are not quite happy about the reading I give them, they tend to blame me for what will happen. Even though I am just the bearer of the things that might happen, not the reason behind it. The prophecies I receive are the ones that are most likely to be the course of the future. Most people still tend to overlook the fact, that the future can still be changed, even after I show or tell them what I see. “I think you will have plenty of opportunities to share your gift with us.” Balin says before taking a big bite out of a bread he and his brother found in the pantry.

The tumult at the door makes me shift my attention towards the hallway again. “Has it been cancelled?” “No one told us.” Two different voices say, as they seem to be talking to Bilbo. “No, nothings been cancelled.” “That’s a relief.” Suddenly two younger dwarves barge into the room. One with blonde hair that is adorned with a few braids and the other with brown unruly locks. Both come to an abrupt halt, when their eyes land on me. “So Gandalf really found an Oracle.” The blonde dwarf observes, while throwing an arm around the shoulder of the other one. “Kili are you alright? You should stop gawking at her as if she’s a wild animal ya know?” At that Kili coughs slightly into his hand to hide his embarrassment. “Well, Fili and Kili. At your service.” They both say, before bowing slightly. “I’m Melody, it’s nice to meet you.” I smile welcomely at both dwarves. “Shove this in the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Suddenly Balin and Dwalin stand up and grab the table in order to move it to another location. “Should I help you in anyway?” I ask while grabbing my cape, as well as my bag. “Don’t worry Gaihith, we will handle it.” Kili answers, receiving a laugh from his brother. Raising an eyebrow at the foreign word, I walk towards the door to lay my things by the other items on the bench.

The bell rings again as I walk back towards the company. Taking my seat again I see Bilbo walking around frantically. “No. No. There’s nobody home!” He screams outraged, while throwing the stuff in his hands away to all the other baggage at the door. Giggling slightly, I look at the dwarves around me, that begin to make themselves comfortable after bringing out more food. “So, are you really an Oracle?” Kili asks curiously, while taking a seat beside me. “Balin asked me the same question, but yes, yes I am.” “So you can see our future together?” A smirk adorns his stubble adorned lips. Looking into his brown eyes I blush softly at the flirtatious remark. “Unfortunately, I prefer to not look into my own future. Prevents me from missing out on some funny accidents that could happen.” “But you really can tell the future? How?” Fili leans forward to take a better look at me from the seat beside his brother. “There are different methods. Some are very precise and can tell the future up to two weeks in great detail. Others are more vague and can be seen years in advance. The simplest method is reading the tea leaves. That mostly tells the future for a few hours.” Finishing my tea, I look at the leaves. Showing the cup Fili, I point at each leave and what it indicates. “This leave is the amount of people that will stumble through the door in a few seconds.” Filis eyes widen before standing up and walking towards the door, but before he could even reach the threshold, the round green door opens and in fell the rest of the dwarves. Gandalf stands behind them, before crouching down and walking through the door himself.

He waves at me, before turning his attention back to the seizing Hobbit. “How did you know?” Kili looks at me with astonishment. “Hmm could have guessed it through pure luck.” Dwalin grumbles while munching on some cheese. I roll my eyes at his statement, having heard this sentence way too many times in the past. As the rest of the dwarves fill into the room and the pantry, it gets livelier. “Melody I am so happy that you decided to join Thorins company on the quest to Erebor.” I stand up to take Gandalfs hand and greet him properly. “I did take a quick look into both possible futures of mine and I must say, I would be missing out on a wonderous time if I would have chosen not to join.” He smiles brightly before taking the other empty seat beside me. The dwarves begin to sing a song, throwing around plates and cluttery, while Bilbo tries his best to make sure nothing breaks on the way from the cupboard to the long wooden table. Gandalf leans towards me. “Have you already started to look into the future of the company?” I fish out my journal in which I try to keep track of all the results of my variously used methods for future telling. Opening the page I wrote on the last time, I scoot closer towards Gandalf.

“The outcomes vary so incredibly much. I have a rough idea of things that will happen pretty soon but…” I take a deep breath before pulling my long hair over my pointy ears. “I couldn’t extract any information or input on how the adventure will go on. The end of the journey seems grim but also bright. This leads me to believe that there are possible deaths. I know there is a way to prevent this from happening, however I am not entirely sure how. I even used the cauldron with all it’s power, but nothing really detailed was shown. I even looked into the crystal ball but the only thing I saw was that…” The image of the ball on my table yesterday night flashed into my memory again. I was sitting at a chair in front of the small crystal, hovering my hands above it to try and take a peek into the future that awaits me during the journey. The only image that was produced was me hysterically crying on the ground while holding another person. I couldn’t identify the person, still can’t. However, their death seems to have a grave impact on me and apparently also the end of the journey.

“If you want me to try again, I have the ball with me.” “Hmm if you wouldn’t mind, I think it would be best if you test the practicality of the ball on Thorin and look into his future.” Looking around I try searching for him. “It seems like Thorin hasn’t arrived yet.” Gandalf mentions loudly, taking a sip from the small red wine he just received. “Hey Melody, don’t you want to eat something?” Kili suddenly asks me. “Hmm? Oh well what do you have to offer me?” He hums in thought at my answer and looks around the table. “We got almost everything your heart could desire on the table.” Letting my gaze travel across the fully stacked table, I spot some fruits and bread. “I would like some fruits and bread.” “Coming right up Halwûna.” Confusion spreads across my face. Did he just call me another foreign word? Is it dwarvish? Handing the items to me I thank him for his kindness. “What did you just call me?” I ask him after a bit of thinking if I might have heard the word before. “Hmm?” He looks puzzled at me while eating the food he had on his own platter. “Ah.” I take a napkin from beside my plate and hand it to him. “You’ve got some sauce on your cheek.” A soft pink adores his cheeks as he takes the cloth from my hand and wipes away the remnants of the food from his face. “All better?” I smile at him and give him a nod.

A sudden ring disturbs the lively atmosphere, as everyone staggers to their feet. The dwarves form a line at the door in order to greet the last guest. I follow them and take my place right by Bilbos side. Gandalf opens the door and takes a step to the side, in order to make room for the last guest. “Gandalf, I thought you said this place was easy to find.” The atmosphere shifted the moment Thorin steps into the small confinement of the hobbits house. He brings a kind of authority to the group, one can even tell from a far distance that he is made to be a king. “I lost my way around here. Wouldn’t have been able to find the door if it wasn’t for the mark.” “A mark? What mark?” Bilbo frankly looks at his door, however no mark was visible. Thorin takes a look at the hobbit. “You must be our master burglar.” Bilbo is about to protest, however Thorins attention lands on me next. “And you must be the Oracle Gandalf found.” His eyes scrutinize me for a few seconds, before he moves inside properly and lays his stuff neatly on the pile of weapons and bags that were already on the bench beside the door. The rest of the company greets him with kindness while slowly beginning to settle down at the table again.

The kings’ eyes travel across the company, before stopping at me. “Do tell me, are you really able to look into the future?” His eyes examine my attire, brown pants with over knee leather boots for save travel. My off-white blouse hangs loosely over my shoulders and arms while the brown corset clings to my body and keeps the blouse somewhat in place. My long brown hair is mostly kept out of my face by two small braids at either side of my face, which connect at the back of my head again. A few weeks ago, I also cut myself bangs, that now frame my face perfectly.

“Yes, of course I can do so King Thorin. I also apologize for not introducing myself earlier, my name is Melody.” I give him a kind smile before continuing to speak. “I had a talk with Gandalf earlier and we both came to the conclusion to test my gift with you, if you wouldn’t mind that.” His eyes squint at me before mentioning me over. “How exactly do you think this will work?” “I brought my crystal ball for this journey. This gives me the chance to look into the future in great detail, however the ball only can go up to two weeks from now on.” “Very well.” He settles down in a chair. I take the crystal ball out of the bag and place it on the table in front of Thorin. The ball is clear on the inside, so I am able to directly look at Thorin if I would look through the orb. “Please place your hands on each side of the ball, but do not touch it.” Raising an eyebrow at me, his sceptical gaze wanders over to Gandalf. “Are you sure she is an Oracle? I mean it is said that they are just mere fiction.” Biting down on my lip in order to not snap at his rudeness, I place my hands on top of his. “I would rather you see for yourself if I am the real deal or not of instead asking Gandalf for his guidance on this matter.”

His eyebrow raises as he gave me a pointed look, before settling his gaze on the object in front of him. The silence in the room was deafening as every person looks expectantly into the crystal ball. Slowly some fog starts to form inside the orb. The fog begins to vanish in the middle and a picture starts to form. Thorin sat atop his horse, riding at the front of the company. Suddenly he turns around and Bilbo runs towards him and Balin, a letter in his hand. Not any letter no. “He hands you the contract that he had to sign earlier.” “A contract?” Bilbo stares at the picture with scrunched up eyebrows. “I have to sign a contract?” “We will talk about it in great detail later master burglar.” Thorin says, his gaze never leaving the images inside the crystal ball. The picture changes and shows him resting at the fire with the others. Kili and Fili seem to make a joke towards Bilbo, which Thorin seems to not enjoy as much. “You talk about the experience you had with Azog and the fight that happened.” Looking at him for a split second I can see his blue-grey eyes shimmer with hatred at the mention of the name. “Would you like me to continue?” “No that would be enough.” He retreats his hands from the crystal ball and his gaze lands on me. “Welcome to the company Melody.”

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"To The Ends of The Earth"

Word Count: TBD / ongoing

Content Warnings: none, follows the events from The Hobbit so there will be the expected violence from the movies

Pairings: KilixOC

Themes: crossover Marvel x Tolkien, romance, fanfic, canon-ish events

Summary:

In the wake of The Blip, the multi-verse has expanded knowledge of the universe in ways no one thought possible. For the first time, journeying between realms and realities is a tangible possibility.

Ex-SHIELD agent and Avenger, Lilith Lenore, is hiding from her past, shunning the life she once led. But when an offer from a wizard of another world is extended, she cannot refuse.

Chapter 4: The Hobbit

My head was spinning as I trailed behind Gandalf. Dragons, mountains full of gold, creatures called orcs, and small people that he referred to as hobbits. And dwarves, who were also small people, yet somehow they differed from hobbits. It was a lot of information to process. I was used to strange creatures by now, but this was an entirely new level of strange. 

We had been following a narrow, dirt path for the better part of an hour. As I looked around I realized that the path had begun to widen, and the trees were beginning to thin. It appeared we were coming out of the woods and heading into a town of some kind. Small vegetable stands and carts lined the street, although I did not see anyone nearby behind or around the fixtures. As we continued the carts turned into buildings, smaller than would seem fitting for the average human. I was only five feet even myself, and looking at the door to a tavern titled ‘The Green Dragon’ I felt as though I’d hit my head on the way in. I quickly turned my attention from the changing surroundings to the wizard in front of me. I still had a million questions burning in my mind.

“So, we’re going to see a hobbit,” I started, putting an emphasis on the unfamiliar word. 

I could see Gandalf’s head bob in acknowledgement in front of me. 

“Yes.” 

“To come with us, and some dwarves, to fight a dragon,” I continued.

Gandalf nodded again. 

“Yes, that is correct.”

“The dragon is in the mountain where the dwarves used to live. The dwarves need to retake the mountain because…” I trailed off. “Why do the dwarves need the mountain?” 

“The mountain is impenetrable.” He began. “Anyone who is able to successfully take the mountain would have a foothold that is not easily challenged. The orcs are always looking to gain an advantage in Middle Earth. If they are able to take the mountain, or worse, if they are able to persuade Smaug to their side, they might become an even deadlier force.”

I nodded, still putting the pieces together in my mind. 

“Can a dragon be persuaded?” I asked.

“Not all of them.” Gandalf said. “But Smaug is no ordinary dragon.” 

“And the Saran guy-” 

“Sauron.” He corrected. 

“Sorry, Sauron.” I repeated. “You said this all connects to Sauron somehow? The guy with the rings?” 

I saw his head bob up and down again in front of me. He never turned, keeping his gaze and attention focused on the path ahead of us. I heard a light chuckle as he continued. 

“More or less. Sauron has been gone for many years, but the orcs that serve him are ruthless, vile creatures. They exist to kill, torture, and destroy. They are always growing in number, and they will never stop ravaging Middle Earth. A hold like Erebor could prove to be deadly in their hands.”

“And why do you think the outcome of this could affect other worlds, like mine?” I asked, still uncertain of how this all connected to me and to my home.

I nearly crashed into Gandalf as he came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road. He turned around to face me finally, and rested his hands on the top of his staff as he spoke. 

“A seer in our world has had a vision of Sauron’s return. We do not know how, or when. It seems Sauron's return to power is inevitable. By ensuring the dwarves retake Erebor, it is a crucial step in slowing him down. 

"In her vision, she saw a future where the dwarves failed to reclaim the mountain. In that future, Sauron wields the ring and destroys Middle Earth as we know it. He grows to be so powerful that he ventures out of our world and into others. Think of it as a domino effect. We cannot stop the pieces from falling, but we can make certain that they do not fall too quickly.”

I stared at him for a moment, absorbing all of the information. 

“I see.” I said simply. It was the only thing I could think to say. “And I thought the infinity stones were complicated.” 

Gandalf chuckled again as he turned to continue down the path. 

“I am not sure what infinity stones are, but given what you’ve accomplished in your world this should be right up your alley.”

“I hope so.” I said, following behind him, though not as closely this time. “I’ve never dealt with dragons before, though.” 

I heard him chuckle again. 

“Neither have I, my dear.” 

The path we followed narrowed again as it wound around, leading us into a separate part of town. Green, grass covered hills began to appear on either side of the road, and they stretched down the winding trail as far as I could see. Each small hill had a round, colorful door in the center. As I looked closer I saw windows and chimneys. I felt my mouth gaping as I realized they were houses. 

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Gandalf asked, as though he had read my mind. 

“Very.” I said, looking back and forth between the small hill-homes that dotted the countryside.

 As we approached I began to see what I could assume were the hobbits. They darted back and forth, between the homes, within small gardens, and up and down the path beside us. As they passed several gave Gandalf a kind nod, and myself an unwelcoming, wary stare. None of them came close enough for me to be certain, but it appeared they stood no higher than my chest. They were all dressed similarly, in short cropped breeches, jewel colored vests, and, to my surprise, no shoes. 

“Hobbits?” I asked quietly, hoping I was not speaking loudly enough for the peculiar little people to hear. 

“Yes.” Gandalf answered. “Very kind folk. I have always enjoyed the company of hobbits.” 

I followed him in silence for a few more moments before he came to a stop in front of one of the small homes.

“Here we are.” Gandalf said, gesturing to another short, winding path. It led up to one of the strange, round doors set into the side of a hill. At the top of the path, sitting on a bench outside of a green door was another hobbit. He was smoking a pipe as he leaned back against the bench. I had a feeling Gandalf was about to uproot his entire morning. 

“Wait here.” He said, gesturing for me to stay. “I will be right back.” 

I nodded absentmindedly, scarcely noticing his absence as I continued to take in the sights around me. A few more hobbits passed as I stood awkwardly at the end of the path. I nodded kindly to a few of them. Each one hurried past, not a single one willing to return my greeting. 

“Not very friendly, evidently.” I mumbled as another hobbit passed quickly, avoiding my gaze.

Before I had the chance to sit down in the grass, Gandalf reappeared.

“Come along, Lilith. We have much to do before this evening.” 

He walked past me, not stopping to see if I was following, and continued back down the road in the same direction we had just come.

“That was it?” I asked, falling in behind him. I looked back at where he’d come from and saw the hobbit he’d been speaking to was gone.

“For now.” He said. His pace quickened and I found myself having to jog to keep up. “We will be back. I have a few errands in the meantime.”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Intro

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Chapter 1: Beorn and the Dream

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Bilbo peeked over some rocks on a high ledge and watched Azog and his Warg Scouts running along a ridgeline not far away, occasionally stopping to smell the air in their pursuit of the Company. Not finding anything, they continued on their way. Suddenly, Bilbo heard a snarl from the side, and ducked behind the rocks. He peeked out and saw a large bear watching Azog from another pile of rocks, snarling softly. Bilbo sneaked away in slight fear of the creature. Bilbo made his way down the rocks to where the dwarves and Gandalf were waiting to hear Bilbo's report. The company braced as they heard scuttling coming towards them. They visibly relaxed as they saw it was only Bilbo. Alrún stood up from where she had been sitting on the rocks.

"How close is the pack?" She asked. Bilbo panted, trying to catch his breath as he stood in the middle of the Company. 

"Too close. A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it." Bilbo said, fear in his voice. Dwalin looked at the Hobbit. 

"Have the Wargs picked up our scent?" He asked urgently. Bilbo shook his head. 

"Not yet, but they will; we have another problem." Bilbo said, trying to bring up the bear like creature he saw. 

"Did they see you? They saw you!" Gandalf accused. Bilbo shook his head, becoming impatient. 

 "No, that's not it."

Gandalf smiled and turned to the dwarves.

“What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material." Gandalf said. The dwarves chuckled loudly in appreciation of Bilbo. Alrún sighed in exasperation. 

"Will you listen- Will you just listen?" She said loudly, causing everyone to go silent. She looked at everyone. "He's trying to tell you there is something else out there." She said. Bilbo looked at her and nodded in thanks. The dwarves looked worried. Gandalf's face fell in realization. 

"What form did it take? Like a bear?" Gandalf asked. Bilbo nodded. 

“Ye..." Bilbo paused and looked curiously at Gandalf. "Y-yes. But bigger, much bigger." Bilbo said. Alrún looked down in thought. She thought that she knew someone who was a bear form her past. She vaguely remembered the creature.  

"You knew about this beast?" Bofur asked Gandalf, snapping Alrún out of her thoughts. She watched the Wizard as he turned and walked a few steps away. The Company broke out into argument.

"I say we double back."

"And be run down by a pack of Orcs?”

Gandalf broke the argument. 

"There is a house, it's not far from here, where we might take refuge." He said. Thorin looked at Gandalf with distrust.

"Whose house? Are they friend or foe?" Thorin asked. Gandalf shook his head slightly. 

“Neither. He will help us, or he will kill us." Gandalf said. Alrún sighed in dismay and closed her eyes. The dwarves looked at each other in dismay. Alrún opened her eyes and looked at Gandalf. 

"What choice do we have?" She asked. Suddenly, a roar split the night behind them. It wasn't the familiar roar of an Orc or a Warg. This was the roar of a very angry bear. Mizim rose her head to the sky and sniffed the air. She lowered her head, her ears pressing flat against her head as she growled. Gandalf looked at the company, slight fear flashing before his eyes. 

"None."

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The company went running through plains and across streams. Morning had since broke, the sun lighting the path for the Company, however, also making them visible to their enemies. 

"Come on!" Gandalf shouted, leading the way. The others trailed behind him, with Mizim taking the rear. She was prepared to engage the bear in battle to protect the company. As the Company ran through a forest, Azog and his Orcs are raced through the forest too. Azog urged his party on. Both groups stopped suddenly when an ear-splitting roar sounded nearby. Alrún's breath sped up in fear of either being caught by Azog again or becoming breakfast for the new arrival. "This way, quickly!" Gandalf shouted, urging the Company on once again. As the dwarves panicked and ran, Bombur looked on in shock until he was pulled along by Alrún. 

"Bombur, come on!" Alrún shouted. As they exited the forest, they spotted a house surrounded by a hedge in the middle of a plain.

"To the house! Run!" Gandalf shouted. The Company ran across the plain. Bombur outran all the rest of them in his fear, surprising the Dwarfs. In some cases, fear worked wonders. They ran through a gate in the hedge.

"Come on, get inside!" Gandalf shouted. They ran to the front door of the house, however, it was closed. Bombur, who reached the door first, threw himself against it but fell flat on his back when the door didn't budge. The rest of the dwarves caught up and began throwing themselves against the door, trying to open it. Gandalf looked back as a massive bear broke out from the edge of the forest and ran towards them. 

"Open the door!" Gandalf shouted. 

"Quickly!" Thorin urged. He pushed through the dwarves pressed against the door and managed to raise the exterior bolt, opening the doors. The entire company bolted inside the house and they tried to slam the door shut, but the bear had already gotten its head in the door. As the bear roared and tried to push the door open, the dwarves yelled and strained to close it. Bilbo pulled out his sword and pointed it unsteadily at the bear.  Gandalf looked on in apparent amusement. The dwarves yelled as they pressed against the door.

"Come on, lads!" Dwalin shouted. With a final heave, the dwarves managed to close the door and drop the bolt across it. They sighed in shock, fear, and tiredness.

"What is that?" Ori asked as he moved away form the door, breathing heavily. Gandalf looked at the young Dwarf. 

"That...is our host." Gandalf said. Alrún, the dwarves and Bilbo turned to Gandalf in bewilderment. "His name is Beorn, and he is a skin-changer." Gandalf said. Alrún's eyes widened at this. She had only read stories about them in the libraries of Erebor. Skin-changers were extremely rare. There were very few left in Middle Earth. Skin-changers had the ability to change from an animal form to a human form. "Sometimes he's a huge black bear; sometimes he's a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not over fond of dwarves." Gandalf said. The dwarves looked at each other in dismay. Ori peaked out a crack in the door, listening as the heavy breathing of the bear grew farther and farther away.

"He's leaving!" He said in astonishment, turning to face the others. Dori rushed over and pulled his younger brother away from the door.

"Come away from there! It's not natural, none of it. It's obvious: he's under some dark spell." Dori said, clearly unnerved by the situation. Alrún looked at Dori. 

"Don't assume things, Dori. We don't know that." She said. For some reason, she felt the urge to defend the Skin-changer from the accusations made by the Dwarf. 

“She's right," Gandalf said. "He's under no enchantment but his own. Alright now, get some sleep, all of you. You'll be safe here tonight." Gandalf said. Alrún sighed and placed her hand on Mizim's side, walking with the wolf to a larger spot in the house where Mizim could keep her friend warm and protect her.

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Night had soon fallen, plunging the plain into darkness. Azog and his company watched as Beorn walked around, observing his land. One of his Orcs comes up to Azog.

"*Bu margi hum. Guri shugi khozdayil anugi takurni ka Dalfbred." The Org urged. Azog shook his head. 

"*Shâ. Hulim nari arangish." Azog said. He was smart enough to not tread on a Skin-Changer's territory, especially Beorn's. Azog angrily walked away from Beorn and the house, and his Orcs followed. They walked back to where the rest of their group was, several Wargs were fighting each other.

"*Zadgarimid ru mong." Azog said, breaking up the fight between the Wargs. Azog and his Orcs all snapped to attention when they heard a sound, and they pulled out their weapons. Another large, pale Orc astride a Warg ran up to them, and the Warg stopped inches from Azog, growling at his face. Azog stood without flinching, although he snarled. The pale Orc, Bolg, was holding a weapon shaped like a sharp spinal column, and he had iron plates embedded in his skull and chest. 

"They are gathering in Dol Guldur. The Master has summoned you!" Bolg said in Black Speech. Azog growled in anger.

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*Bu margi hum. Guri shugi khozdayil anugi takurni ka Dalfbred = Attack them now. Kill the Dwarf filth while they sleep and take the Half-Breed.

*Shâ. Hulim nari arangish = No. The Beast stands guard.

 *Zadgarimid ru mong = We will kill them on the road.

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A mouse scampered across Beorn's chessboard, which had pieces shaped like bears. The dwarves were sleeping all throughout the house. Some goats chewed on hay. Alrún, who was laying beside Mizim, Thorin laying across from her, was tossing and turning. Her breath was labored, sweat dripping down her forehead. She saw flashes of flames. A dark figure appeared from the flames. The dark figure spoke words that Alrún couldn't understand. It was in black speech.

*Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

The thing that terrified Alrún the most, was she saw herself. Standing in a dress made entirely of fire. 

She didn't feel like her normal self. She felt, almost evil. She enjoyed watching as she rose her arms and the flames dispersed, engulfing Middle Earth. She heard a dark voice whispering in her mind. 

You will be mine, Alrún Eníredis. You will give me your powers. And together, we will rule together over Middle Earth, you by my side as my Queen. 

Alrún felt drawn to the voice. More images of her flashed before her mind. Her subjects bowing before her as she reined with an iron fist. 

Alrún

Alrún

Alrún!

She gasped and jolted awake. Thorin was kneeling by her side. Mizim was also awake, checking in on her friend. Alrún tried to catch her breath, gasping for air. Thorin looked down at his lover in concern. 

"Are you alright, my love?" He asked. Alrún sniffed and nodded, her eyes darting around before landing on the familiar face of her lover.

"Y-yes, I'm fine, Thorin. Just a nightmare." She said. Thorin sat beside her, pulling her into his side. 

"Did you have the same vision you had when we left the Shire?" He asked. Alrún rested her head against his shoulder, shaking her head. 

"No. This was, different," she stared into the darkness of the home, lost in thought. "Someone wants my powers, Thorin. I don't know who it is, but they felt evil, like all the dark creatures and magic of this world combined into one. They told me that I would give them my powers and we would rule over Middle Earth," she glanced at Thorin in fear. "I'm scared, Thorin. I feel like something terrible is going to happen." She said. Thorin sighed and pulled her into a gentle kiss. He stroked her cheek with his thumb gently as he pulled away. 

"Alrún, I promised when I asked you to marry me that I would protect you with my life. I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you. You will touch that Stone and you will awaken your powers, like you were always meant to do." He said. Alrún smiled gently at him. Thorin gently pressed his lips against her forehead. "Get some sleep, Azyungâl. Should you have anymore nightmares, I will protect you from them." Thorin promised. Mizim gave a soft sigh as she rested her head against her paws and fell asleep once more, content in knowing that Thorin would protect Alrún. Alrún sighed and closed her eyes, falling asleep once more in the comfort of her lover's arms. 

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*Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul = One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

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//Bum, bum, bum!! Alrún hears the voice of the necromancer. Find out what happens next in ‘Chapter 2: Dol Guldur and Mirkwood’.

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Only You || Legolas

Summary: Request: Can you do a elf reader x Legolas where he's finally home in mirkwood after the quest? Maybe Gimli is with him and he's like 'i see why you always talked about the lassie.' or something funny that exposes Legolas for how much he really likes her. He then confeses and asks to court her or something sweet pleaseee?? My fav fluff writer! Thank u!

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words and sweet as heck request. Really love this one. I didn't edit it too heavily so please be wary of general writing mistakes! Hope you all enjoy my fav elf imagine :)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9k +

TW: Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers

You had finally gotten a free evening to yourself after training for the better part of every evening for the last year with your father, Girdirion. He had been training you relentlessly after Legolas had left of the quest his father, King Thranduil, had sent him off on. That was over a year ago. You hadn’t heard much other than they had made it to Minas Tirith a few months ago.

Your father suddenly saw you as defenseless without your longtime friend at your side. Being the kings most trusted advisor, he had been trained for centuries and was a formidable fighter. It wasn’t until after Legolas had left that you had realized how serious the threat to middle earth was. Your father must had realized it too as he worked you to the bone, training you at every chance he could.

It was only after King Thranduil received word that the ring had been destroyed and his son was heading home did things begin to change. Your father still made you train but it wasn’t at every waking moment any longer. Tonight, was one of those nights that he had given you off as he had meetings to attend to with the king.

Time felt too slow as you waited for Legolas to return. He promised he would. You knew he would. He was all the way across middle earth, but you just couldn’t seem to wait any longer. You longed for you best friend, who meant much more to you than just a best friend, to come home.

As soon as you settled on your bed to begin reading the novel you had been meaning to finish there was a quick knock at your door. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anybody at this hour after dinner. Begrudgingly, you set the book down just as you had gotten comfortable and made your way over to the door.

When you opened the door you scrunched your face in confusion, “Father? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the king?”

He nodded, “I was. Then we got interrupted. There is somebody here I think you may want to see.” His smile let you know exactly what you were thinking. Legolas was home. He was back in Mirkwood after nearly a year and a half away. Sure, it wasn’t that long of a time for you in the scheme of your lifetime but it did feel like the longest year of your nearly two thousand years in middle earth.

“Legolas?” You tore out of your room not waiting for his response as you made your way to the throne room. You heard your fathers deep laughter behind you before he jogged to catch up with your lighter than air pace.

Once he caught up to you he had that knowing smile on his face. He had watched the two of you dance around the obvious feelings each other had. You never thought you were good enough to be with the kings son. He never thought you were interested in that way. But to everybody on the outside looking in it was rather obvious the two of you were destined to be together. Even if it was taking longer than expected. A thousand years longer than expected. See, King Thranduil and your father had agreed they would bless the union between the two of you should it come naturally. But neither had the heart to force it. He and your father knew as good as anybody these things had to find their way on their own, naturally. Even if it drove the two elder Ellon’s mad.

“Indeed, your elf has made it home.” He spoke as the two of you walked, much faster than normal, towards the kings room.

Before you opened the massive wood doors you turned to him with a sly smile and a hint of a blush dotting the apples of your cheeks, “My elf?”

Your father raised his eyebrows at you, “Go on then.” He pushed you forward ignoring your question.

When you pushed open the doors you couldn’t find the familiar blonde hair of your best friend. Even as you walked closer to the throne you looked all around the hall and only spotted King Thranduil who was giving you the same smirk your father just did. What were they up to? Where was Legolas? And why was the king looking at you like he knows something you didn’t?

“I apologize my king.” You bowed unsure of what else to do. When you turned to see if your father had followed you in you were left biting your lip seeing the door closed without him in the room. What was he up to? “My father said…”

Thranduil put his hand up pausing you right in your tracks, “Legolas is out in the gardens with a dwarf. A dwarf!” He sounded more frustrated than excited to his son after the time away.

But you cracked a smile instead. That was so him. He was anything and everything his father was not. The two of them could not have more different personalities. Your best friend was the one to push boundaries no elves would or could do seeing that his father was the king, “A dwarf you say? That sounds like him.”

Thranduil studied your happier than he’s seen you in an entire year expression full well knowing it was because Legolas was back from his grand quest. Thranduil rose from his throne before walking down to you. Having to look up to him because he was so tall all you could do was wait on his word.

He pointed his hand towards the entrance to the kings private gardens, “Go, you audience is rather impatiently waiting on you.” He gave you a knowing smile before retreating towards the door you had originally come in, likely to go find your father. Not wasting anymore time you made a beeline towards the doors that led to the private gardens you so rarely got to enjoy. He must have deemed it enough of a special occasion to grant access to not only you, but a dwarf as well. You knew Legolas was behind that as well. He was the only one to get the king to agree to something he might not want to do.

For the second time in a few moments, you threw open the heavy wooden doors leading out to the gardens. It did not take you long to hear the pair before you saw them. You paused hoping to catch just a brief moment between the two of them before you made your presence completely known. As you suspected the dwarf had Legolas distracted from hearing you walk out.

“Look at ya lad. Pacin’ like a horse.” The unfamiliar voice chuckled. You had a feeling the dwarf poked fun at the ellon more often than not.

You just knew he was rolling his eyes, the beautiful blonde prince he was, “I am not Gimli.”

But the dwarf just kept laughing, “Ya’ weren’t even this nervous when we rode up to the Black Gate.”

“Would you quiet down dwarf. She will be out momentarily.” That sounded just like the elf that had left a year and a half prior. It was almost too easy to get him worked up and the dwarf called Gimli certainly enjoyed playing into it.

“The little lassie has you this nervous huh?” You? You made him nervous?

Legolas let out a huff, “Gimli!” And you knew that was your queue to help spare the ellon from his friend who seemed relentless. You already liked Gimli from the sounds of it. You shut the door behind you louder than necessary to signal your arrival.

Taking a deep breath, you walked forward suddenly terribly nervous after those comments. What was Gimli playing on? Why would he be nervous to see you? You didn’t want to get your hopes up on feelings as you buried those away centuries ago. Your crush for the ellon grew slowly the first thousand or so years you knew him. Truly organic in the best way possible. Childhood friends to training partners to friends then best friends after it all. Once your training to become a healer had completed you had a sneaking suspicion all his injuries in the field were so he could come see you after some time away. He would only request you. Straight refusing the other healers help when offered. He would wait for you.

But then it just stayed like that. You thought it could grow into something more, but it dawned on you over the next few centuries his father had a say in who he courts and marries. Why would King Thranduil allow his son to court you of all elves? Sure, your father was his most trusted advisor, but you were no political gain in marriage. So you did what you did best, buried the feelings deep and bottled it all up.

The two of them quieted quickly hearing the door close. When you turned the corner you finally spotted your prince after far too long apart paired with an adorably red-headed dwarf who was staring right at you. You however were staring straight at Legolas as your small smile turned into a massive one. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing right there in front of you after too long. The longest either have you had spent apart from each other.

“Legolas.” You grinned before pulling him into a tight hug. It was when he gave you a big squeeze back that you simply just melted into the ellon completely forgetting you had an audience yourselves.

“Aye lad! You left out the detail of your Y/N being quite the beauty.” Gimli spoke up from beside you breaking the trance the two of you seemed to be under. You giggled once you pulled away from him seeing the look of horror cross his face at his friends comments.

You turned to the dwarf feeling the nerves wash away. You had the advantage here as Gimli seemed to want to torture your friend, “Hello. It is lovely to meet you. I am Y/N. Daughter of Girdirion, King Thranduil’s advisor.”

He pointed at you before narrowing his eyes at you, “Do you hate dwarves as much as his father does?”

You shook your head, “Hardly. You are actually the first dwarf I am meeting. I do not get away often.” You knelt down making yourself level with him, “You are much cuter than made out to be.” That earned a few stumbling words and a rather mighty blush to the warrior who seemed to have nothing but words. You managed to render him speechless.

This earned a snicker from your favorite ellon, “Elf got your tongue there Gimli?”

That comment must have meant war between the two of them. The dwarf cocked his eyes up to his friend, shook his head then turned back to you who was now back to standing instead of crouching, “Lady Y/N. It is lovely to finally meet you too. I feel as though I already know ya lassie.” He grinned knowing exactly what he was about to do.

You looked at Legolas with curiosity framing your face before returning your attention back to Gimli, “Do you?”

“Aye.” He nodded, “Legolas here would never shut up about ye. Y/N this. Y/N that. Y/N would love this. Y/N would hate that.”

You knew your cheeks were surely aflame with embarrassment just as Legolas’ were, “We have spent quite some time together over the years.”

But Gimli wouldn’t have that, “I think it has something to do with you lassie. The way you look. The way you dress. The way you seem to occupy his every thought.”

“That is enough.” Legolas finally chimed in giving his friend a hard stare telling him to get the hell out. But that only egged the red head on further. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them before Gimli relented.

He bowed his head, “My lady.”

Echoing his actions you responded, “Gimli.” Before turning your attention back to the prince. Your eyes finally were able to scan his features. Not a hair seemed out of place. He was exactly as you remembered.

“Welcome home.” You gave him your biggest smile feeling like you could finally relax after seeing him alive and well.

He wasted no more time before pulling you into a second bone crushing hug. He had never been so forward causing you to let out a slight stutter in surprise of his actions. It was the last thing you had expected from him. But then again, who knew what he went through out there. Legolas was a strong warrior, but you knew how deeply this could impact anybody who had to go through it.

“I have missed you.” He whispered into your ear not letting his arms go from around you. He had no clue how his words were affecting you in that moment. Suddenly you felt that stupid little crush, that was surely love at this point, bubbling up from the depths of your heart that you had long since locked away.

When he pulled away after a few moments he took the time to look you over just as you had moments prior. He didn’t drop his hands from around your waist though, simply holding you loosely in his embrace. You had never felt his eyes or his hands on you heavily before or that you had noticed in the past, “I have missed you beyond words Legolas. I have spent a year and a half filled with the dread of the thought you may never come home. Seeing you here is the greatest gift Eru Ilúvatar could have bequeathed.”

It was then that Legolas knew just how deep your feelings ran for him just as they had run for you. He too had spent the better part of a thousand years being absolutely in love with you, his favorite elf, but making no indication of it. For he thought you may have eyes for someone else. He could not risk losing you in the event you said ‘no’ to his request to court you. But by the way you were looking at him he knew that was wrong. Your love laced eyes could not break away from his gorgeous blue ones.

He knew he needed to take the next step with you. Gimli was right. His dwarf friend spent the better part of the journey home convincing him he needed to ask the question he had been dying to ask you. He wanted to court you. Spend the rest of his middle earth life and the next one with you. He had never been so sure of that. The thought of courting another elleth felt wrong. It was you. It was always going to be you.

“Gimli was not lying, my lady.” Even though it came out as a whisper your ears could pick it up with no problem.

That shocked you. Was he admitting the same thing that you were? Did he have feelings for you too? “Pardon?”

He grinned seeing your dumb struck face, “You do in fact occupy my every thought. You are the reason I am here now. I fought for middle earth, yes. But for you more. Thinking of your smile pulled me out of the darkest of times

Your lips parted in utter shock at his admission, “Legolas, I…” You were at a loss for words as you processed his confession to you. Your heart was giving you away completely though as it beat faster than it ever had before.

He continued seeing as you were rendered speechless, “It was only ever you. It was only every going to be you, my love. You are my very best friend Y/N. I would never want to continue this life with somebody who was not you. It is only you. It will only ever be you.” He paused finding the courage to say what had been on the tip of his tongue for centuries, “I love you.”

Your jaw might have been on the floor at this point, “You love me?”

He nodded with a nervous expression, “More than you will ever know.”

That was all you needed before you walked forward, butting yourself right against his chest, “That is a relief my prince. As I love you too. More than you will ever know.”

Euphoria. The truest form of euphoria pulsed through your body as you too admitted what had always been so hard to admit.

His expression melted to that of pure elation. Gently he placed his hands under your chin, cupping your face so carefully, “May I begin to court you, my love?”

“I would be so honored Legolas.” Your head was turned up as you looked into his eyes for likely the millionth time. It was different this time. Charged with love and lust. Like you were looking at a new Legolas. One that you could get to know at a much deeper level.

He brushed his thumb over your lips sending shivers racking throughout your body, “Only you. Only ever you.”

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 22

And here's the final chapter of Part 2! Thank you to all who have taken the journey with me so far, I'm trying to make the slow pace as worth it as possible (even though it's taken me over a year to start the actual plotline *sweats*) Chances are I'll disappear for a while again, but that'll be because I'll be putting my all into Part 3. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 5622

Warnings: Swearing.

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Part 2: Chapter 22 -

Rearranging furniture.

Psithurism (Definition): The sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves. (Noun / Origin: Ancient Greek /sith-yuh-riz-uhm)

Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Saturday, 23rd April 2941 of the Third Age (Monday, 3rd Thrimidge, 1341 in Shire-reckoning)

11 MONTHS LATER

“WOAH, Griffo! I told you not to go for the head!” I yelled, watching the small hobbit child scamper into the bushes with his wooden sword, giggling to himself. Letting out a harsh sigh, I marched off after the troublemaker.

Almost a whole year had passed since Bertie had found those horses in the field, and eight months when he had officially declared them ours, shoving the oversized reigns he had found into our hands the second he had found them. We rode them whenever we had the time, learning the reigns – literally – though it took a lot of getting used to. It was difficult in the beginning, trying to understand how the two animals ticked, and how we were to balance on them; I had only ever ridden a horse two or three times during my life on Earth, and I didn’t even know about Kay, so this was a whole new experience for the both of us. But we learnt, and now Hecate and Calhourn were a perfect addition to our growing group.

It wasn’t just that, there were also physical changes. We hadn’t grown, no, but our bodies were changing.

Despite my chronic habit to sleep in for as long as possible, we had kept up with the exercises and training Seathan had drilled into our minds. Our muscles had developed, not extremely, but enough to be seen by the weight we had lost. Not only were we thinner, leaner, but also fitter. I personally was no longer losing my breath after about 20 minutes of hardcore exercise. Our hair had grown longer; we trimmed it a few times to rid of any split ends, and I had Gladiola cut my fringe and curtain bangs back in a few times, but the rest of my straight brown tresses were now reaching my lower back, and Kay’s copper waves reached her elbows. With our earnings from work, we had also paid Gladiola for some new outfits, and our wardrobes were getting fuller by the month.

On the topic of magic. After almost a year and a half, from getting our wands to practicing it in ‘our’ clearing, we had a several spells memorised between us, and a larger amount written down in my growing grimoire and spell books. The shelves in my room had filled, jars of herbs and other random ingredients that could be used in the cauldron Kay had gifted me for my birthday.

Despite the short amount of time, we had also increased our skills in sword-fighting, having upgraded from the wooden swords to the blunt steel ones, becoming familiar with wielding the heavier versions, and hopefully to the real thing once we paid Seathan another visit.

Right now, we were in the clearing, accompanied by Mrs Greenfoot’s kids. Menegilda was shyly letting Kay show her how to upper-swing with the wooden sword in her hand, along with her much more excitable younger sister, Berylla, who was currently spinning in circles as she flailed her own sword around. I was managing the other five as they pretended to battle each other, the boys – Rothad, Griffo and Madoc – against me and the other two girls – Melba and Lalia.

Us girls were winning. Until Griffo decided to adopt guerilla warfare tactics.

“Griffo I need you to stay in my sight. It’s your mum’s rules after all!” I called out, trying to peer through the leaves and branches of the bushes.

“He just wants you to follow him so he can scare you.” Said a young voice, and I looked down when I registered the feeling of a tiny hand gripping my knee, to see Lalia peering up at me with an exasperated look. Turning to the bushes, she raised her voice. “Griffo! We’re leaving without you and I’m telling mummy you ran off by yourself and broke a rule!” When she was met with silence, she called out again. “AND I’LL TELL TURPIN TO NOT INVITE YOU TO HIS BIRTHDAY PARTY!”

A moment of silence passed. But nothing could be heard apart from the chirping birds and the light wind rustling the leaves on the trees.

With a sigh, I patted Lalia on the shoulder. “Stay here, I’ll go find him.” And I reluctantly pushed my way through the branches, trying to ignore the way they snagged and scratched at my skin and clothes. Finding a small parting, I carefully knelt down, giving the ground a quick scan as I searched for any thistles or nettles before placing my hands down and began crawling my way through the undergrowth.

Hearing a giggle in the distance ahead, I sighed once again in exasperation and pushed forward. I tried not to hiss whenever I accidentally pressed my hand down on a gnarly fallen branch or thistle, ignoring the tiny beads of blood that grew in number on my palm. Eventually, the bushes began to thin, and it wasn’t long until I was in another clearing. Pushing myself up, I brushed any loose dirt that wasn’t already stuck to my now-stained dungarees, and scanned the area for the small hobbit boy.

“Griffo!” I called. “C’mon this isn’t funny! Your mum’s going to be really upset when she finds out what you did.”

Worry began to settle in my stomach when I was answered once again with silence, and I scanned my eyes over every bush to try and find where he was hidden. There was a tree up ahead, its branches low enough for someone 2-3 feet tall to climb onto, I marched over to it, but was stopped halfway there, frozen in my tracks, when my eyes met some very familiar green ones.

Up on one of the twisting branches, about level with my head, was the black cat, and my mind raced with flashbacks of that night I was chased through the woods, adrenaline beginning to rise as the memories returned.

Taking a cautious step forward, I eyed the cat wearily as it flicked its tail.

“You haven’t taken Griffo this time, have you?” I asked, half-jokingly, my hand unconsciously coming to grasp the wrist where my Grandad’s bracelet was clasped around.

All it did was continue to stare, slitted eyes shifting minutely as they darted slightly over my face, and I went to inch myself closer, arm raising slightly.

 But just my luck, the still air was suddenly broken by the sound of a war-cry, the bushes to the side of me shaking violently until Griffo burst out, his sword raised as he charged at my leg, whacking and hacking at whatever he could reach.

“Oh for – Griffo!” I cried, kneeling down to grasp at his small shoulders in attempt to calm him down. “What on Earth were you doing disappearing off like that?!”

The boy soon calmed down, attempting one last slap as he looked up at me through his brown curls with wide eyes.

I sighed. “Look, I’m all for you playing however you want, but you need to do it where I can see you ok?” All he did was stare, so I added on. “If you try something like this again, it’ll be Lobelia Sackville-Baggins that’ll be looking after you from now on.” I stated firmly, giving him a stern look.

This seemed to do the trick, as the boy let out a string of panicked ‘no, no, no!’s as he scurried off back in the direction of the clearing. I went to follow, but paused, turning my head to look back at the cat. Only to be met with an empty branch.

Gone. I was alone once again, the cat had vanished – leaving me with the wind rustling the leaves in the small clearing and the sound of the hobbit boy’s retreating footsteps.

Shaking my head, I jogged to catch up with Griffo, the hobbit thankfully taking a path that allowed me to stand up as we both returned.

When we did, he returned to normal, letting out another battle cry as he charged at Lalia, who was patiently waiting for the two of us. Letting out a squeal, she sprinted away as fast as her little legs would carry her, and the battle between the five rallied up again tenfold.

A quarter of an hour had passed when I found myself on the brink of exhaustion, and Kay had graciously offered to take over the battle, to which I gasped out a thank you, swapping places before I was overrun again by tiny, hyper children, and asking the slightly calmer, elder siblings if they wanted to learn archery.

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Crouching behind Menegilda, I watched as she nocked the arrow and pulled it back as much as her strength would allow. It had been about half an hour, and she was yet to hit the target hung on the low branch, the arrows of her previous attempts littering the grass in front of us.

“Ok, just make sure your left arm is straight, and you’ve pulled it so your three fingers are brushing against your right cheek.” I urged gently, watching as she pulled the string back a little further, her arm trembling slightly with the tension. “Your feet are alright, so just make sure you release it as quickly as you can, so your grip doesn’t slow it down.”

With a shaky breath, she gave a slight nod, her large blue eyes remaining focused on the target directly ahead, trying to ignore the curl of hair that the wind brushed over her face. A sharp thwip whipped through the air, the arrow a blur as it crossed the distance. A second passed, and hit the target with a thunk.

Despite the arrow only hitting the outer ring, it was enough for Berylla to let out a whoop of victory from where she stood next to the girl, throwing her arms in the air before embracing her older sister, who returned her enthusiasm with her own shy smile.

“Well done Gilda!” Kay called from across the green as she headed over, the pretend-fight having ended just a minute ago. Leaving the other kids to catch their breath, she approached the three of us, though Menegilda and Berylla soon pattered off, joining their siblings to celebrate Menegilda’s progress. Stood at the edge, we both watched the seven of them chatter away.

“They’re learning well.” Kay commented, huffing in satisfaction.

I hummed in response, prodding at the tiny stab wounds on my palms that had now scabbed over. “As well as we can teach them. But we’ll all get better over time.”

Kay paused in thought, staring at the ground as she leant on the tree behind her, twisting her upper body slightly to face me. “Speaking of time, do you know what day it is?”

My brows twitched into a light frown. “You know what, I really don’t.” I looked over at her. “I forgot to write the date down once around late February and ended up losing track since. Why do you ask?”

She went to open her mouth, but snapped it shut as she regarded me with a look of confusion. “Have you seriously spent over two months not knowing what day it is?”

“I know what day of the week it is!” I shot back, slightly offended. “I just haven’t had the need to know the specifics.”

She sighed. “Maybe you needed to know because of what’s coming?”

I smacked my lips as I realised. “Yeaaa I should’ve kept that in mind.” I muttered regrettably. “The only thing that reminded me to check was the fact that Gandalf and Thorin should’ve already met in the Prancing Pony on the 15th March. To be honest they could all be on their way right now.”

“It could even be today and we’re completely unprepared for it!” hissed Kay quietly, as to not draw the attention of the children metres away.

“You’re not the only one who’s beginning to shit themselves, cause I don’t know when Gandalf is going to show up and if he shows up at all.” I uttered with wide eyes, not hearing the light patter of small feet approach me.

“Shit.” It parroted.

“Huh?” My eyes darted around in confusion, briefly meeting Kay’s as she also scanned the area, though hers quickly landed on something on the other side of me, and I twisted my head, looking down to meet the bright blue and very round eyes of Melba blinking up at me.

“Shit.” She chirped with a toothy grin, her dark curls flopping round her face as she bounced on her feet. Kay snorted from beside me as I immediately began to panic.

“Oh – crap. Mel-Melba! Melba.” I stuttered, dropping to my knees to become eye level with the tiny girl. “That’s a bad word – you can’t say it unless you’re a grown-up.”

She pouted. “But you aren’t a grown up. You only turned nineteen in August!” she protested with a whine.

“That’s because I’m not a Hobbit, darling. We grow up quicker because we’re humans. Promise me you won’t say it?” I pleaded, holding out my pinkie finger as an offering.

A couple seconds passed as the girl glanced between my face and outstretched finger, clearly debating whether or not she was willing to listen. But to my relief, she grinned, hooking her finger with mine, just as we had taught her and her siblings months ago.

“Okay! I won’t say it ever again!” she stated proudly, and she swiftly dashed off to join her siblings, though I highly doubted she would remember her promise for long.

“Wow.” Was all Kay could vocalise from behind me.

“Hush.” I retorted, pushing myself up from the ground. “Let’s head back – it’s still mid-morning so we can ask Bilbo what day it is just in case.” I suggested, trying to change the subject.

Nodding, Kay pushed herself away from the tree, marching across the clearing to where Calhourn and Hecate were roped up munching on the grass by the outskirts. Following suit, I called out for the kids whilst scooping up our weapons, who despite their whining about the session being cut short, they reluctantly trudged over, putting any belongings back in their packs and slinging them over their shoulders.

After much squabbling, the kids worked out who’s turn it was to ride on the horses with us. Madoc and Berylla were victorious, after much debate (and protests from Griffo). The rest ran ahead down the path, screaming battle cries as they brandished their swords, apart from Menegilda who was calmly leading the way as eldest sister as usual.

Keeping to the left of the path, we politely kept our horses out of the way of the locals walking past, who still craned their necks up to glance at the towering animals, then at the wave of loud, lively kids with a nervous or distrustful edge, despite us having taken them around town on numerous occasions – if not all the time.

Whilst trying to keep Berylla from squirming from where she sat in front of me as we rode over one of the bridges, my ears perked up at the sound of my name being called. Turning my head, I watched Kay nudge Calhourn into a brisk trot, hooves clacking against the stone then grass as she lined herself up with me, until we were riding side by side.

“We should probably think about packing as soon as we get back.” She suggested.

“Oh, definitely.” I agreed, failing to realise that we were being listened to by two intrigued children. “I’ll try and see if that undetectable extension charm will work on our bags.”

“Why are you packing??” “Are you leaving us?!” exclaimed Rothad and Berylla, the two of them trying to twist in their spots to face us with wide glossy eyes.

“Nononono, guys it’s fine.” Blurted Kay in an attempt to calm the two before their siblings overheard. “Nothing’s happening, we’re just talking about packing some furniture away, aren’t we Kate?” She eyed me expectantly, and I quickly nodded along.

“Ye-Yea! It’s nothing for you lot to worry about.” I agreed with a shaky laugh.

In the next twenty minutes it took to reach Gladiola’s house, we had spent it trying to convince the two that everything was alright before they fell off the horses in a panic. Eventually the squealing kids we’re received by their father, who ushered them inside, giving us his thanks. Though we could only give a short reply, when Melba had proudly stated to her dad that she had learnt a new word, and we immediately took that as our cue to flick the reigns and canter away as fast as politely possible.

Returning Calhourn and Hecate to the stables, we tossed a quick hello to Bertie, before trudging on foot back up the hill to Bag End.

Reaching the gate, Kay briefly checked the letterbox for mail, and we tiredly hauled ourselves up the stone steps, dropping our bags on the floor and dragging them behind us as I pushed open the large green door.

Wandering further into the house, I waited in the hallway as Kay ran to her room, snatching up her leather backpack, before rejoining me, and the two of us ducked through the hallways, crossing the house until we reached my bedroom.

Sitting cross-legged on my bed, the two of us laid our bags out between us, and took our wands out. Reaching over to my bedside table, I grabbed my soon-to-be-full spellbook, the pages now slightly crinkled and unable to lay flat after months of use.

“Ok,” I breathed. “So I’m pretty sure the charm is Capacious Extremis, and we just need to visualise how big we want the space to be.” I explained, Kay nodding along with me. “Now, this is a stupidly complex spell, so the chance of it working first try is low, so we’ll keep doing it until it works.”

With a snort, Kay rolled her eyes. “Or until it backfires and we blow the house up.” She remarked, shifting into a more comfortable position as she picked her wand up and pointed it at her bag.

“Probably.” I shrugged. “What size are you going for?”

“Umm, like probably about the equivalent of three of four large suitcases?” She answered. “And let me guess, you’re expanding yours to the size of a house?” She stated expectantly as she looked down at my briefcase.

I side-eyed her. “No.” I guffawed. “I’m only putting in a few rooms.”

She held back a laugh. “Of course you are.”

The attempts we made to successfully complete the spell were… entertaining, to say the least. At one point, instead of expanding the inside, Kay accidentally expanded the whole bag, the object growing in size so fast it ended up whacking me in the nose, and I spent the next five minutes bent over the bathroom sink as I waited for the blood to clot up as Kay desperately tried not to laugh. I was no better, when sparks ended up flying out the end of my wand during my third attempt, and we both had to quickly flap our arms about to stop them before they landed on the quilt and set it ablaze.

The both of us sighed in relief when nothing extreme happened on Kay’s fifth attempt, unclipping her bag to see that the spell had finally worked, peering down inside to see a space much too big to be physically able to fit in.

Mine worked on the sixth attempt, seeing as I was aiming for a much larger result. Laying the large rucksack on the rug, I unclasped the buttons and zips and swung open the flap, pulling the opening wide to reveal a steep set of wooden steps, leading down to what looked like the inside of a small wooden hut.

“I take it that Newt Scamander’s briefcase was the inspiration for this?” Kay remarked.

I grinned as I gave her a nod, before twisting myself around to reach my foot over the threshold, testing the planks as I cautiously made my way down. As my feet touched the floor, Kay poked her head over, leaning her torso in slightly to have a peek around.

Shuffling about, I inspected the rows of shelves and drawers that lined the walls, pulling my finger at the odd handle to check the space given. Creaks came from behind, as Kay made her own way down, coming to join me as she revered at the results I had luckily achieved. Her eyes landed on a door opposite the ladder, and she stepped towards it. The brass handle was shaped like an outstretched bird’s claw, waiting patiently for someone to grasp it. Turning her head, she silently asked to open it, and I nodded in response, watching as she curled her left hand around the shape, twisting it until the latch gave way and swung the door open.

Inside revealed a short hallway, barely a couple of metres, which led to two further doors with matching handles; one opened to a small room, that looked a bit more like a pantry, with shelves and cupboards lining the walls, along with some brass hooks on the ceiling to hang the odd thing, then a long table in the middle. The other room was quite bare, but had a small wardrobe and chest of drawers attached on one side, and a spindly three-quarter size wooden bedframe on the other with a matching bedside table.

“You’re not planning on sleeping in here?” Kay asked, a little concerned. “Because I think some people might be a bit jealous.”

“Oh, no.” I replied with a shake of my head. “That wouldn’t be fair. I was planning out this layout with the long term future in mind, not just what could potentially happen soon. This is only a backup for some other time.”

She nodded slowly. She spoke, and I hummed in question. “We’re doing some pretty advanced magic right now. We’ve learnt in a year what others would in almost a decade.”

I whirled round to face her. “It’s called being insane at everything.” I grinned.

She scoffed with a matching grin, lifting her hand up, to which I high-fived with my own. “Clearly.”

“Of course.” I answered obviously. “Now, we need to pack asap. Do you know what you’re bringing?” I pointed at her, waiting for an answer.

Kay put her hands on her hips. “Yep. I’m taking the essentials along with some precious keepsakes. And you’re bringing everything but the kitchen sink.”

I glanced around sheepishly. “Pretty much.”

She shook her head, stepping out the room. “I mean, you did prepare for it.” She said, gesturing to what was around her. “Now get cracking, I know how long you take.”

I gave a small salute. “I’ll get on it.”

--

The call of the early morning birds filtered through the crack of the paned windows as per usual, and as routine, I blinked in an attempt to clear my bleary eyes against the sun rays that glowed against my face as I tried to make out my brown hair in the mirror, running a soft bristled brush through it.

Gently placing it back on the dressing table, I stared emptily into my reflection, fixing the lace collar on my nightgown before pressing my eyes shut, as sleep had yet to lift its hands from my head.

My ears perked up at the sound of my bedroom door being opened, and I slowly turned my head to squint tiredly at whoever was stepping though the doorway.

I watched as Kay made her way over to my bed, already fully washed and dressed as she hauled a pile of random objects onto my bed.

“You’re never up this early.” I groaned, resting my head on my hand as I turned slightly in my seat to face her. “The only time I’ve seen you up before me was to get ready for that 7am flight to France.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” She answered as she turned to face me. “Bilbo was up before me to visit the early market, so I took the liberty of nicking some of his stuff.”

Now my eyes were fully open. “You what. Why didn’t you invite me?”

She sat herself down on the quilted duvet. “I did earlier, but all I got was snoring in reply.”

Too tired to retaliate, all I gave was a pouty frown, turning back to the mirror to reach for my mascara that I had remembered – by some miracle – to use the duplication spell on (Geminio – a lifesaver when you realise eyeliner isn’t popular in Middle Earth), otherwise I would have ran out six copies ago.

Brushing the black paste onto my lashes, I look over at Kay through the mirror. “What did you get?” I asked.

“Just some things he would consider ‘essentials’ that he would forget.” She replied, rummaging through the small pile next to her. “A hat, some money, couple of books and random keepsakes he could look at.”

“Did you add the handkerchief?” I added.

“Of course I got the handkerchief, plus six more.” Kay remarked, and I felt the impact of something soft and light on the back of my head. “Saves us that awkward moment and his first impression with them.”

Slotting the mascara wand back in its bottle, I twisted in my seat to lean down and retrieve what had been thrown against my head, the object revealing itself as a finely-made handkerchief. Picking it up, I ran the soft material between my fingers. “Do you think he’ll notice these things gone?” I questioned, chucking the cloth back at her.

Raising her hands, Kay caught it. “My best guess is that Gandalf is gonna show up over the next few days, and Bilbo owns at least twenty of these. But knowing our luck so far? Yes.” She answered with a tired look as she placed the handkerchief back on the pile.

Standing up, I stretched my arms above my head until I felt my spine let out a series of pops. “ ‘Course.” I groaned, flopping my arms back down. “So why’d you bring them here?”

Standing up, Kay lifted the pile of stuff and hauled it into my unsuspecting arms. “You have the bigger bag, so I need you to hide them in one of your millions of drawers.”

Attempting to balance the load in my arms, I nodded, before padding over to one of the corners of my room, where the accursed wardrobe stood, and where my bag now sat slotted between the wall and that tall piece of furniture.

Placing the pile on the floor, I lowered myself on my knees as I dragged the bag out, trying my best not to jostle it too much and being mindful of the contents that were now sat within. Calling over my shoulder, I told Kay I would join her for breakfast soon, she agreed, and I listened as the door was swung shut with a click, the muffled sound of her bare feet against the wooden floor fading away as she ventured to the kitchen.

Five minutes later, after organising Bilbo’s belongings into one of the drawers, I found myself reorganising some of the herb jars. Sliding the last bottle in place, I stepped back, admiring my handy work. Almost everything I owned now lined the shelves of my bag, the remaining objects back up in my now bare-looking room being my everyday essentials that would be packed the morning we would leave.

Leaving. The thought of it made my stomach churn. Not in a bad way, but not quite in a good way either. Like the feeling you get when you’re at the front of a queue, about to step onto a ride you had never tried before at a theme park. Excited, but knowing that what is to happen might not quite be what you expect.

Swallowing the feeling down, I grasped the side of the step ladder and climbed my way up and out. I finished my morning routine, quickly washing in the bath and threw my shift, kirtle and skirt on as I braided my hair into two low space buns, finishing it off with a wide white ribbon over my head and tying it off with a bow underneath. Pulling my fringe and curtains bangs out from behind my ears, I twirled them into shape before heading over to the door, closing it behind me as I went to meet Kay in the kitchen.

Barely a few steps in, however, I was met by a spritely Bilbo.

“Ah! There you are!” He grinned as he marched over from where he came through the back door hallway (though it was more of a door that was round the bend further along the path), still in his blue overcoat as he handed me a straw-cloth sack full of something unknown.“ I thought about some furniture rearrangements for the parlour whilst I was out and could really use both of your opinions. But breakfast first! I heard Kay was making those pan-cakes.”

Slightly bewildered at the sudden onslaught of conversation, I blinked, nodding silently. Shifting the bag of itchy material in my arms, I followed him through to the kitchen.

After demolishing the stack of pancakes Kay had prepared, we wandered after the hobbit as he beckoned us into the parlour, now only in his green trousers, white shirt and golden waistcoat. “I’m not quite happy with the way it looks by the window.” He called out behind him. “I figured we could do some moving about to see if anything suits our fancy?”

--

“Right, Kay, could you just push the table this way.” Bilbo asked, pointing over to where he wanted to try it out next. “Try keeping the dishrags underneath the legs so you don’t scrape it –” The hobbit was abruptly cut off as he ducked, narrowly missing a wooden leg as he tried to not get hit by the floating chair that was flying towards him. “KATE! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT USING YOUR WAND INSIDE?!?!?”

I gaped slightly as I lowered my wand, the chair slowing down as it slowly approached the ground. “I was trying to help?!” I protested, trying to ignore Kay who was trying not to make a sound from where she was leaning over the table, shaking violently with laughter.

“You’re trying to incapacitate me, that’s what you’re doing!!” cried Bilbo, grabbing the chair as soon as it touched the floorboards beside him.

“Not on purpose.” I sulked with a frown.

“Clearly.” He remarked as he eyed me with a weary glare. Pausing for a moment he looked around. “Come to think of it, this arrangement looks nice.” He pondered, shoving the chair back under the table where it belonged. “Whelp! I’m off outside for a smoke.” He huffed, patting his trousers for the pipe weed hidden in one of the pockets. “You two can join if you’d like, it’s a lovely morning outside!” He offered, voice echoing through the hallways as he vanished off to fetch his pipe.

--

The sound of Hobbiton coming alive in the morning echoes over the hills, wagons being pushed and the chattering of neighbours as they hung out their washing mixed themselves with the chirping birds and rushing water. Kay and I were sat partially hidden behind some bushed in Bilbo’s front garden, and I tilted my head back to try and get the rays onto my pale skin.

 “I know we’ve been preparing for this trip for a while now, but is it bad that it makes me so nervous that I feel sick to my stomach sometimes?” I pondered as I leant back on my hands, feeling the blades of grass poke between my fingers.

“Not at all.” Kay replied from where she was laid next to me, an arm tossed over her eyes as she soaked up the early morning sun. “I don’t know how we keep forgetting to ask the date, but it’s causing me to wake up every morning worried that it’ll be our last day here.”

I hummed worriedly in agreement as I watched Bilbo’s smoke rings float above the bushes we were sat behind, the wisps fading into the air. Picking some dirt from under my nails, another thought came to mind.

“What if he doesn’t let us?” I muttered, aware of the hobbit sat on the bench out of sight a few metres away.

Kay made a confused noise. “Who?”

I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Thorin. We’ve seen how he is, and there’s a strong chance he’ll say no. Hell, even Gandalf might!”

At this Kay pushed herself onto her elbows, squinting in the sun as she looked at me. “I highly doubt Gandalf will say no.” she whispered back. “Plus, Thorin wants an army to join him – he asked Dain after all – so chances are either us, or Gandalf – hopefully – will use that as the counter argument.”

My eyes flitted over the rose bush in front of me, listening to the sound of footsteps pass by as I thought it over. “You’re right, we’ll leave it to think about later.”

Kay nodded, and began lowering herself back down, when the sound of someone sputtering filled the air, followed by some throaty coughs. The two of us went silent, listening to see who was the culprit of the sound.

A few moments of silence passed, until it was finally broken by Bilbo’s wary voice.

“Good Morning.”

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𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

FULL NAME: Raven Waters (true surname unknown, as she was given the standard surname given to foundlings).

AGE: Twenty-nine years old.

PRONOUNS: She/her.

ORIENTATION: Panromantic, pansexual.

OCCUPATION: Mercenary for hire, member of Thorin Oakenshield’s Company.

APPEARANCE: Five foot three in height, sturdy and muscled figure, long, curly reddish-brown hair, tan skin from spending so long in the sun, freckles all over her face and across her shoulders, round face, slight gap between her front teeth, round, dark green eyes, scars of varying lengths and depths all over her body, long scar running across her throat; usually seen wearing a simple, dark-coloured long sleeve shirt with a breastplate of armour over it and a brown leather vest over that, complete with pockets for various kinds of powders and weapons, a black leather belt around her waist with a holster for her sword and daggers, black leggings, and sturdy black boots. Always equipped with a variety of weapons, including her sword and twin daggers, and carries a brown satchel filled with medical supplies and explosive powders.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor.

MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ENFP — The Campaigner.

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Seven — The Enthusiast.

PERSONALITY: Fiercely loyal, courageous, quick-witted, resourceful, chaotic, mischievous, compassionate, snarky, sometimes impulsive, confident, intelligent, observant, can be insecure and slow to trust or forgive, stubborn.

SKILLS: Stealth, parkour, sword-fighting, dagger fighting, various kinds of weaponless combat, knowledge of various methods of explosives and how to use them, skilled in reading body language and deducing when people are lying, gambling, singing, dancing, good memory, swimming, sewing, knowledge of basic first aid.

LIKES: Successfully pulling off a mission, killing cruel and corrupt people, singing drinking songs as part of a crowd, sneaking up on people, helping out poorer and disadvantaged people, swindling people in card games, spending time with the people she cares about, sparring with others whether it’s in hand-to-hand combat or with weapons, spring days, getting to pet stray cats and dogs.

DISLIKES: People underestimating her, cruel people, corrupt rich people and officials, the people she loves getting hurt, losing her temper, people staring at her scars, men fawning over her, dealing with dwarven stubbornness, being too warm.

FAMILY:

Unknown mother (deceased).

Unknown father (deceased).

Various foster families (estranged).

The Silver Guild (collective former foster family).

FRIENDS:

Bilbo Baggins.

Kíli Durin

Fíli Durin.

Dwalin.

Balin.

Dori.

Nori.

Ori.

Óin.

Glóin.

Bifur.

Bofur.

Bombur.

Dís Durin.

LOVE INTEREST: Thorin Oakenshield.

BACKSTORY:

Born to parents she never knew; her mother died in childbirth and her father was killed shortly after when fever ravaged their small village and she miraculously survived.

Bounced around different foster families from the time she was an infant, since neither of her parents had any surviving relatives, but she never stayed for more than a year or two - either they were cruel and she ran away or they were kind but for whatever reason could not keep her.

When she was twelve years old, she was seen pickpocketing some coin to buy food by a man who worked for the Silver Guild, an organization of mercenaries, who was impressed with her light feet and skill in stealth and offered to take her in and train her. Raven wasn’t sure how she felt about becoming a killer, but was desperate for food and a warm place to stay, so she accepted.

She trained with the Silver Guild until she was eighteen years old, at which point she was considered to have “graduated” from her training. Raven quickly realized she had no desire to kill without distinction for whoever would pay enough; she wanted to focus the skills she’d been taught on taking care of the cruel people of the world and those who would abuse their power. The Silver Guild did not technically demand membership out of those they trained, and the teachers who had become the closest thing to parents she’d had in a while were simply glad that what they’d taught her would not go to waste, so she was let go into the world without a fight - which hurt almost as much as the abuse she had endured from some of her foster parents.

She wandered for years, taking money to help struggling people with their cruel nobles and corrupt landlords when she could, and this was how she met Thorin, when it turned out that they were going after the same man and they ultimately worked together to kill him.

They spent more and more time together after that and eventually decided to travel together, sharing their first kiss around a campfire under the stars a few months after they met. Raven came to think that Thorin might be the love of her life, the one person who would never abandon or hurt her, and he thought the same of her… until the night everything had changed, when Thorin had left Raven in an empty bed only a week after she had almost died.

Raven spent almost another year trying to track Thorin down and at least ask him why he had left her, but when she could not find him, she eventually admitted defeat and went back to her life as it had been before, determined to move on no matter how often she thought of the throneless king or woke up from dreams crying out for him to come back to her.

Now, almost five years later, Raven is still using her deadly talents for good and still determined to forget the name of Thorin Oakenshield… until Gandalf the Grey has to go and mess it up by inviting her to go on a quest with the very dwarf she’s both never wanted and longed to see again, and though she readily accepts, wanting to honour the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain by helping them to get their home back, she isn’t quite sure whether to regret it or not. Because she and Thorin are quickly getting drawn back into each other’s orbits, and despite what Raven has promised herself, possibly falling back into love.

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Fields 

"Come, let us get you into bed. You need your rest."

Pairing: Thranduil x fem! Human reader

Genre: Romantic smut 

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: You’re the King's human lover and you share a special night together. 

Warnings: Romantic sex, oral fem receiving, riding him, unprotected sex, p in v sex

a/n: Guys please bear with me, I’m working on some new lotr/th oneshots that shall also be posted soon. As per usual, please let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy. 

Thranduil had a quiet moment to himself, laying in a field of flowers as the sun set behind him. He had a look of tranquility on his face as his mind wandered to many different things. He kept his eyes closed. He heard footsteps coming near him, he didn't give a reaction to this though.. he had an idea of who it was.

“You look so peaceful like this,” you hum, lowering to your knees next to his muscular body. You brush his hair from his face, touch light and delicate.

Thranduil didn't move a muscle when you knelt down in the grass beside him. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke, his eyes still shut for the time being. “I am at peace, for now..” He said before his lips curled into a small smile. 

“Until someone decides to ruin it,” he added, opening one of his eyes and looking up at you with a slight teasing tone in the last part.

You press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Shall I leave you alone then?” Thranduil's smile widened into a grin as your soft lips brushed against his. 

He chuckled softly as he took your hand, looking up at you with a playful look in his eyes. “Don’t you dare,” he said in a quiet but firm tone. 

“Come. Lay with me.” His voice turned more of a request as he tugged on your hand ever so gently, coaxing you to lay down next to him in the flowers.

You press your cheek to his chest, eyes fluttering shut as you listen to his heart. “As you wish my King.”

Thranduil wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest as his hand came up to brush through your hair gently in a soothing manner. He gently took one of your hands in his free one, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

His chest rose and fell with each deep breath as the two of you lay there in the grass, just listening to one another's heartbeats. "That's a good girl.." he murmured with a soft, affectionate smile.

You find yourself drifting off to sleep, the warmth and comfort of his body like a lullaby. Thranduil noticed your eyes growing heavy and your breathing starting to slow, it was a sure sign that you were falling asleep. 

He carefully wrapped his arms around you, gently rolling onto his side to pull you closer, holding your body flush against his. "It's okay, little one. Rest.." he spoke quietly, one of his hands gently tracing soft patterns down your back as he held you in a protective embrace, the sound of his steady heartbeat in your ear.

“Mm..” your voice is a soft murmur as you cuddle closer to him.

Thranduil smiled as you cuddled closer to him, his arms holding you in a firm yet gentle embrace as he buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. He gently nuzzled his head against yours, relishing in your warm and softness against him. 

"Sleep, my darling," he whispered softly, gently starting to stroke his fingers through your hair as he held you in his arms. Thranduil's chest rose and fell with each quiet breath, finding himself starting to grow just as relaxed as you.

After hours of holding you in his arms, Thranduil felt you shiver slightly as a cold breeze blew through the garden, gently stirring the grass around them. Thranduil's heart ached to see you cold, his arms instinctively holding you tighter in an attempt to keep you warm. 

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, before carefully pulling you even closer to his chest. "Are you cold, my love?" he murmured quietly, his fingers continuing to glide softly through your hair.

“It is growing cold, Thranduil..” you murmur against his chest, not willing to leave his warm side.

Thranduil gently adjusted his grip on you, pulling you closer against him, almost as if he was trying to shield you from the chill in the air. He lifted one of his hands from your hair, tracing it to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against your skin, before he spoke again. 

"We should head inside. You'll freeze out here.." he said in a low, gentle tone, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft kiss.

“Could you carry me..” you bury your face into his chest, shivering against him.

Thranduil felt your body shiver against him once more, and he gently lifted his head off of yours so he could look down at you. He chuckled softly as he heard your request, gently running his hand down your back. 

"Of course, darling," he said with a hint of fond amusement. With a slightly playful smirk on his face, he shifted his body, carefully scooping you up into his arms, holding you tight against his chest.

Thranduil walked through the halls of his palace while carrying you in his arms, his long strides eating up the distance quickly. He could feel you melting against him as he walked, feeling a sense of satisfaction of being able to provide you with warmth and comfort. 

Soon enough, he reached your shared room and he pushed the doors open with one hand, stepping inside and lowering you gently onto the bed.

You cuddle into the sheets, your skirt hiked up over your hips, revealing your smooth skin to his gaze.

Thranduil's eyes roamed over your body as you settled onto the bed, his gaze lingering on your exposed skin. His eyes darkened slightly as he took in the sight of you, looking so vulnerable, so delicate, and yet so alluring at the same time. 

His own clothes were slightly disheveled, the top of his shirt unbuttoned ever so slightly, adding to the overall rugged appearance. He could feel a familiar heat rise in the pit of his stomach as he looked at you, slowly approaching the bed.

Thranduil's breath caught in his throat as you wrapped your arms around the pillow, your legs slightly parted and revealing even more of your skin to him. He could feel the tension in the air as he watched you, his eyes tracing along the curves of your body, like a predator stalking its prey. 

He approached the foot of the bed, slowly crawling onto the mattress behind you, his large form hovering over you as his hands rested on either side of your hips.

“My king..” you murmur, relishing in his touch. Thranduil leaned down, bringing his body close to yours, his chest pressing against your back as he leaned down towards your ear. His breath ghosted across your skin, making you shiver as he gently spoke in a low, deep tone. 

"Yes, darling?" he muttered, his hands on your hips, rubbing small, teasing circles against the bare flesh of your skin. He could feel your body heat against his, his own desire growing more and more as he looked down at you.

“You’re trying to seduce me..” you murmur against the plush pillow.

Thranduil chuckled softly, his hands slowly moving up and down your sides, his touch just light enough to tickle. "Is it working?" he spoke in a low, sultry tone, his breath warm against the nape of your neck. He lowered his head, gently nibbling on the exposed skin just below your ear, his tongue darting out to taste you.

You moan softly, enjoying the gentleness of his caresses. “Perhaps it is,” Thranduil's lips curled into a small grin as he heard your moan, the sound like music to his ears. 

He gently licked and kissed the sensitive skin of your exposed neck, his hands continuing to roam over your body, tracing every curve, every dip and contour of your form. 

"Perhaps?" he repeated with a hint of amusement in his voice, his mouth finding its way to your shoulder, gently nipping at the soft flesh. "Only perhaps..?" he teased softly, his thumbs pressing into your hip bones.

“My King..” You gasp, feeling the familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach as he touches you. 

Thranduil continued to shower your exposed skin with kisses and nibbling, his eyes roaming over every inch of your body as he continued to touch you intimately. At the sound of your gasp, he let out a low, approving hum against the skin of your neck, his hands slowly moving from your hips, running up along your sides, to your stomach. 

"Does it feel good, my darling..?" he murmured quietly, his fingers gently tracing patterns against your skin, leaving little jolts of pleasure in their wake.

“Very good..” you moan, shifting beneath him so you can gaze up at him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Thranduil let out a soft, guttural sound of approval as you shifted beneath him, his hands still gently caressing your skin as his eyes met yours. He could feel the heat and desire building between the two of you, the air growing heavier as you looked up at him. 

He couldn't deny the effect you had on him; just the sight of you alone was enough to make his heart clench. Thranduil slowly lowered himself down, his body resting fully against yours as he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, searing kiss.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots softly as your legs wrap around his hips.

Thranduil let out a low growl as you tangled your fingers in his hair, the tug on his scalp sending a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body. He pressed himself down onto you, his hips slotting perfectly in between your legs as you wrapped them around him, trapping him against you. 

He couldn't help himself from pressing himself against you, his own desire growing more and more intense as he felt your body against his. Thranduil's lips moved furiously against yours as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth.

Thranduil felt a shudder of pleasure as you parted your lips in submission, his tongue slipping past to explore your mouth as he claimed it for his own. He savored the taste of you, his own lust and hunger fueling his actions as he kissed you like an elf starved. 

His hands slid down your body, seeking purchase and finding purchase on your thighs as he pushed them further apart. His own hips rocked against yours, the thin barrier that remained between their bodies slowly becoming an increasing irritant.

Your muffled moans fill his mouth as he grinds against you, sending shivers of pleasure through you. Thranduil swallowed each moan you made as he continued to kiss you, his hips rolling against yours in an almost feral manner. 

The friction between you was maddening, only adding more fuel to the fire burning within him. He could feel your body's response to his movements, each shiver and shudder driving him even further to take what he wanted, to claim what was his. 

Thranduil broke the kiss, lifting his head so he could look down at you, his eyes roaming over your flushed, panting form. "You're mine..." he breathed in a low, possessive tone.

“Always, I’m forever yours my King.” You cup his face, lips parted and cheeks flushed. 

Thranduil's heart jumped in his chest at your words, the pure devotion in your voice making his own desires flare even stronger. He leaned into your touch as you cupped his face, his eyes dark and stormy as he looked down at you with a mixture of lust, love, and possessiveness in his gaze.

"You better be," he said in a low, gruff tone, his voice heavy with emotions. "Because I have no intention of letting you go, my darling. Ever."

You smile up at him feeling his fingers tugging at the hem of your skirt. “I shall not leave your side, love.” 

With a gentle yet firm tug, Thranduil lifts the dress from your body, the fabric slipping off your skin like silk. He pauses for a moment, drinking in the sight of you laid bare before him, your curves and contours bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. 

His eyes sparkle with hunger and admiration as they rove over your flesh, lingering on the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist. He lets out a soft groan, his desire palpable in the air as his hands move to trace the newly exposed skin, his fingertips leaving a trail of heat wherever they go. 

You can feel his arousal pressing into you, the proof of his desire for you unmistakable. His gaze meets yours, filled with a fierce love and a burning need to possess you completely.

With eager, trembling hands, Thranduil tugged at his own clothing, each button and lace coming undone with a sense of urgency. His garments fell away, revealing the sculpted planes of his body, his muscles defined by moonlight and shadows. 

His eyes never leaving yours, he reached out to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your nipples in a feather-light touch that has you arching your back with a silent plea. He smiles, a smoldering fire in his gaze, and then his hands slid down your body, his fingers hooking into the delicate fabric of your panties. 

With a firm, yet gentle pull, he slid them down your legs, baring you fully to him. His arousal grew even more prominent as he took in the sight of your naked body, your legs open and inviting, revealing your slick and swollen folds that begged for his touch. 

He leaned back down to kiss you once more, his hand moving to caress the soft, wet warmth between your thighs, his fingers slipping inside you easily, making you gasp into his mouth.

With a soft growl of desire, Thranduil settled himself between your open thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he lowered his head to the juncture of your legs. His mouth watered at the sight of your glistening sex, your arousal like a sweet nectar to him. 

He took his time, savoring the moment as he gently parted your folds with his thumbs, exposing the delicate pearl of your clit to the cool air. His tongue darted out, tracing a line from your entrance up to the sensitive bud, tasting you with a hunger that was centuries in the making. 

His touch was feather-light, yet firm, as he licked and kissed you with an expertise that sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Each stroke of his tongue against your clit brought forth a new gasp, each nip of his teeth a shiver of delight. 

He held your legs wide open, keeping you open to his ministrations as he explored every part of you with his mouth, his teeth grazing against your inner thighs, his tongue delving deep inside you, and his breath fanning the flames of your passion. His hands remained on your hips, keeping you firmly in place as he devoured you, his mouth moving with a rhythm that was both torturously slow and exquisitely perfect. 

You could feel yourself growing wetter, your body responding to his every touch, your legs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your back arches off the bed as needy moans escape your lips, your entire body quivering with the intensity of the pleasure he's giving you. Thranduil's mouth is relentless, his tongue flicking and circling your clit with a precision that speaks of centuries of experience.

His strong hands hold your hips in place as you try to buck against him, the sensations threatening to overwhelm you. His teeth graze against your sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body that make your toes curl and your fingers clutch at the bedsheets. You can feel your orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in your belly as his mouth works its magic. 

You're so close, so very close, and he seems to know it as he increases the tempo, his tongue dancing over your clit in a way that has you on the brink. Finally, with one last, firm flick of his tongue, you fall over the edge, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through you. 

You're a trembling mess under him, your body wracked with spasms as he continues to kiss and suck, drawing out every last drop of your climax before finally, mercifully, letting you collapse back onto the bed. He watches you with a smug smile, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you, fully sated and utterly his.

With a gentle touch, Thranduil brushed your hair away from your cheeks, his eyes filled with love and concern as he studied your flushed face. "Are you tired, my love?" he asked in a voice that was a blend of tenderness and desire, his breath warm against your skin. 

His thumbs traced the outline of your jaw, his gaze lingering on the way your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath you took, your breasts pressing against his chest with each gasp. The question hung in the air, filled with the promise of more intimate moments to come if you weren't too exhausted from the passionate encounter.

As you nod softly in response to Thranduil's question, you reach down and wrap your hand around his thick, aroused length. The velvety skin is hot to the touch, pulsing with the beat of his heart, and your grip tightens slightly, feeling the veins that run along his shaft. 

"I'm not too tired to make sure you're satisfied," you murmur against his ear, a hint of mischief in your voice as you start to stroke him, your hand moving in a slow, firm rhythm. Thranduil's eyes close, his breath hitching in his throat as your touch sends waves of pleasure through him. 

His hands tighten around your hips in response, pulling you closer as he lets out a low groan of appreciation. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours, and he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with affection and desire. 

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure, as he leans down to kiss you once more, his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom lip before delving back into your mouth.

With a soft whine of anticipation, you position yourself over Thranduil's erect length, the tip nudging against your entrance as you hover for a brief moment. Looking into his eyes, filled with a fiery passion that matches your own, you slowly start to sink down onto him. 

The initial stretch is exquisite, his warmth and hardness filling you in a way that feels so right, so perfect. His hands tighten around your waist, guiding you down as he groans into your kiss, feeling the tightness of your body enveloping him inch by inch. 

Each breath you take is shallower than the last, each movement of your hips sending shockwaves through both of you. Once you're fully seated on him, you pause, savoring the feeling of fullness before you begin to rock gently, setting a rhythm that's as ancient as the forest itself. 

Thranduil's eyes never leave yours, his hands roaming over your skin as if he's trying to memorize every line and curve by touch alone. His breath hitches in his throat with every movement you make, every gasp and whimper that escapes your lips. 

The bond between you, the connection of flesh and soul, is palpable as you move together, lost in a dance that's both fierce and tender, a symphony of love and lust that echoes through the very air of the room.

As you reached up to gently trace the pointed tips of Thranduil's ears with your fingertips, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hands guiding the rhythm of your hips as you moved above him. The soft touch was a heady sensation that seemed to resonate through his entire being, making him shiver and his grip on you tighten. 

His breathing grew ragged, matching the pace of your movements, as you both danced together in the throes of passion. Each brush of your fingers against his sensitive skin sent bolts of pleasure through his body, making him growl low in his throat, his hips rising to meet yours with increasing urgency. 

The room was filled with the sweet symphony of your combined sighs and moans, the rustling of the bed, and the occasional clank of his jewelry as his head moved back and forth against the pillow. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, the friction of your skin against his sending sparks of desire through both of you. 

Thranduil's eyes remained locked on you, his expression a mix of love, need, and pure animal instinct. The way you touched him was like nothing he had ever felt before you, a tender yet powerful caress that seemed to ignite every nerve ending in his body.

As you continued to ride him, his own movements grew more demanding, his hands moving from your hips to cup your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your nipples as his hips met yours in a relentless rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through both of you. 

Thranduil's eyes widened in pleasure as he felt your inner muscles tighten around him, signaling your approaching climax. His own was building, the pressure inside him growing with each stroke as your bodies moved as one. 

With a final, deep thrust, he swelled inside you, filling you completely as he reached his peak. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to consume him entirely. You gasped as your orgasm washed over you, your body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. 

The bond between you grew stronger, your spirits intertwining as your love and desire for each other reached new heights. Thranduil's eyes squeezed shut, a roar of ecstasy tearing from his throat as he released himself within you, the warmth of his essence mixing with the heat of your passion. 

Together, you rode the crest of the wave, your bodies trembling with the force of your shared climax, until finally, you collapsed against him, both spent and utterly content.

Thranduil gently untangled himself from your embrace, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before rising from the bed. His eyes roved over your spent form, a mixture of love and adoration evident in his gaze. 

He padded across the room, stepping into the connected bathroom. He turned on the taps of the large, stone bathtub, filling the room with the sound of rushing water and steam. As the tub filled, he added some scented essential oils to the water, creating a relaxing aroma that filled the air.

Once the bath was ready, Thranduil returned to the bedside, his gaze meeting yours. You gaze at him through hooded eyes, reaching for his soft blond hair. 

Thranduil's hand found yours, and he gently helped you off the bed. "Come, my love," he murmured, his voice still husky. With steady steps, he led you into the bathroom, the steam from the warm water filling the room.

He helped you into the bathtub, his touch tender and careful as he guided you in. Once you were settled, he called for a servant to change the bedding, his voice carrying out into the hallway.

“Will you join me?” You murmur, sinking into the warmth of the water. Thranduil's eyes darkened as he watched you sink into the warm water, your body enveloped in steam and bubbles. 

"Of course," he murmurs in response, his voice rough with desire. "I could never resist joining you." He entered the tub, settling in behind you, his strong legs on either side of you.

Thranduil's hands caressed your wet skin, lovingly trailing over every dip and curve as he gently washed away the remnants of your recent encounter. With each touch and movement, his love and devotion for you shone through, his fingers tracing patterns against your skin that felt like a silent declaration of his love.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his mouth hovering just beside your ear. "Every inch of you is perfect."

“My King…” you murmur, relaxing into his strong chest, your eyes flutter closed.

Thranduil wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against him so that your back was flush against his chest. His chin rested on top of your head, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of your hair. 

"Yes, my darling?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your stomach.

“You flatter me too much.” You reply, head falling back against his shoulder as you relish in his touch.

Thranduil chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He moved his head down to place a soft kiss on your neck, his mouth skimming along your skin until it reached your ear.

"I cannot flatter you enough," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Every word I say to you is true. You are everything to me, and I will never tire of telling you how beautiful and perfect you are."

“You are beautiful as well, my love.” He washes your body as you lean against him comforted by his warmth.

Thranduil's hands continued their gentle caresses as he washed your body, his touch strong but still impossibly tender. He savored the feeling of your body pressing against his, and he took his time, relishing the moment.

"Your words are sweet," he murmured, his voice low, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "But it is you who brings the true beauty into my life."

Thranduil carefully pulls you out of the water, his hands gentle and strong as he wraps a soft, warm towel around you. He takes his time drying you off, his touch reverent as he caresses each inch of your skin.

Once you are dry, he helps you into your nightgown, his fingers grazing over your sensitive skin in lingering touches. "There," he murmurs, stepping back to admire you. "Perfect."

“Thranduil, my love.” You cup his cheek, kissing his lips gently.

Thranduil's eyes closed at your touch, a low growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest as you kissed him gently. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. He deepened the kiss, his mouth claiming yours with a fierce but tender passion.

"My darling," he breathed against your lips. "You undo me with a single touch."

Thranduil's gaze softened as he looked down at you, taking note of the exhaustion in your eyes. "But you’re weary," he observed, lifting a hand to caress your cheek gently. 

His thumb traced over your skin in soothing circles, his touch filled with tenderness. "Come, let us get you into bed. You need your rest."

[gulnarsultan]

Thranduil: I believe in free will. Everyone has the freedom to make their own choices.

Fairy Reader: So I can leave with the dwarves?

Thranduil: No, dear.

Fairy Reader: But you just said that.

Thranduil: I meant everyone but you.

Fairy Reader: That's not fair.😠

[faeriichaii]

Hija de la Luna - Prologue

A/N: I have been thinking about writing this for such a long time and finally I came to the conclusion to just do it!! So yeah this will be a Kili x OC story (: Please give me a lot of feedback and if there are any mistakes, just let me know!!

Warnings: None :)

Warmth engulfs my fingers as I take a sip from the herbal tea that the waitress just served me. The liquid has a bitter taste to it as it travels down my throat and engulfs my whole body in its warmth. Tiny leaves are still swirling around in the cup, trying to tell me what will be awaiting me in the next few hours while I sit around in the tavern. People begin to crowd the place, start dancing and talking about their day, leaving the stress of the workload they carried around behind. The smell of alcohol mixes with the fragrance of the various foods that get carried out from the kitchen. I take out my leather-bound journal to look at the previous signs that led me to this specific tavern at this specific time of day.  A wonderous adventure awaits. A task to save a kingdom from the wretched claws of an enormous beast. These specific images have been haunting my dreams since a couple of weeks. Always the same ones. A wise man will lead the way to the beginning of the story. A story that was never seen before. A company filled with various characters take their opportunity to get back what is rightfully theirs.

I finish my herbal tea and take a look at the leaves at the bottom of the cup. A smirk forms on my lips as I grab a pen from my satchel, that was draped over the backside of my chair. The man that leads the way to the journey is none other than… “Gandalf, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” I say without looking up, knowing already that the man is sitting across from me. A smile plastered his lips as he makes himself comfortable, letting his staff lean against his chair. “Well, I am sure that as a so-called Oracle, you already know why I am seeking you out?” Looking at him I give him a soft smile back. “There were several signs that tell me about an upcoming journey. Why do you need me for their travels though?” “It is very simple…” Gandalf takes out an old map and lays it out on the wooden table. “You know the tale of the dragon that stole Erebor and destroyed the kingdom. The king has made the decision to reclaim their territory and I was sent out with the task to find the remaining members of the company.” I raise an eyebrow at that. Dragons are known for not letting go of their treasure so easily, so how on earth do they think they could accomplish this?

Gandalf leans closer towards me, making sure nobody is listening in on our talk. I pull the hood of my cape further down, trying to conceal as much of my identity as possible. “Melody, I chose you as the 15th member of Thorins company. You will be their personal Oracle to ensure that their travels will be as harmless as possible.” A hum leaves my lips. His words echo in my mind. I am supposed to lead them safely to the end of their story? “Gandalf, you do realize, that I can’t foreshadow the entire journey, right? I am able to take a look into the future but even the smallest details can change the course of their journey. What if I predict something entirely wrong? I mean it’s just-“ “I already know how your future telling normally goes Melody. I am aware that you can foreshadow certain events but not all. I still wish for you to join the company.” With that Gandalf puts away the map and stands up from his chair. “I’m sure that when you come to a decision you will be able to find the right place and right time to join in on the adventure.” He smiles softly, before taking his staff and making his way out of the tavern. Gandalf asks of me to be the Oracle for the party. Do I accept or not? I wish to find the answers in the stars tonight.