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fuckallthegood0nesweretaken · 3 years ago

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Echuio CH. Two

Movie: Unexpected Adventure

Title: The Quest

Words: 2955

Warnings: Mentions of tight spaces (claustrophobia)

A/N: If you’d like to request something, don’t hesitate to send in an ask! Hope you enjoy chapter two.

Translations:

Vaen - Beautiful

Mukhuh, vaen - Please, beautiful

Miz Kurdu - My heart

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The next morning you were shaken awake by Gandalf. He handed you a pack, a bow, and a quiver of arrows. You took them gratefully and put the pack on your back.

“There’s some clothes in there along with some rations and extra arrows. Do you know how to ride a pony?”

“I think so?” You said uncertainly. “I don’t really remember.”

“I think you’ll be fine,” Gandalf said.

“It’s real easy,” Fili said assuredly. You smiled at him and he returned it with a grin of his own.

“What do you wager that the Hobbit will show up?” Kili asked you, taking your attention off of Fili.

“I think he will,” you said.

“Ten gold coins says he doesn’t,” Kili countered.

“You have yourself a deal!”

“Enough chit-chat, let’s go. We’ll eat as we ride,” Thorin said.

The Dwarves all grumbled but walked out the door. You followed them after taking one last look at Bilbo’s home, hoping that the Hobbit would change his mind and come along on the adventure. Sighing, you looked forward and fell into step next to Bifur. He was signing something and you furrowed your brows, signing back tentatively. Bifur’s eyes lit up when he realized you could understand him and he started signing earnestly.

“How’re ya doin’ that, lass?” Bofur asked you. All of the Dwarves were looking at you again and you bit your lip.

“I don’t know. I just know what he’s saying,” you said. You missed the look Gandalf was giving you, Thorin yelling to the Company.

“Come on. Let’s go,” Thorin called.

You had reached the ponies and Gandalf led you over to a beautiful white pony.

“This is Lady. She’ll be your pony for the trip.”

“Ain’t you a pretty thing,” you cooed, petting the pony’s nose. She rubbed her face in your hair and you let out a giggle, unaware of a certain pair of eyes looking at you.

“Would you like some help getting up, Miss [y/n]?” Balin asked you.

“No, I’ll be fine.” You adjusted your pack and bow before gracefully heaving yourself into the saddle. Looking back, you saw that most of the Dwarves had their jaws wide open.

“What? Did I do it wrong?”

“No,” Balin said. “It was just surprisingly well for someone who hasn’t ridden before.”

“Oh.” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and you looked down at your lap. The Dwarves shook themselves from their stupor and got onto their own ponies. A few minutes later, you were off.

“What did I say? This was a waste of time,” Gloin said.

“Use a Hobbit,” Bofur said.

“A joke,” Dwalin chimed. Right then, Bilbo came running through the trees.

“Wait!”

You stopped your pony and looked towards the Hobbit, giving him a wave.

“I signed it. I signed the contract,” Bilbo said, handing the paper to Balin.

“Looks like everything’s in order. Welcome to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, Master Baggins.” You clapped your hands lightly as some of the Dwarves chuckled.

“Give him a pony,” Thorin said gruffly before spurring his back into motion. Bilbo tried to argue that he could just walk, but Fili and Kili lifted him onto a free pony.

“Kili, time for you to pay up,” you called to the younger brother, a teasing lilt to your voice. He gave you a faux glare but threw you a small pouch. You shook it next to your ear, hearing the jingling of the coins before putting it in your bag and giving Kili a wink.

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The rest of the day went by much quicker than you thought it would. You had eaten lunch while riding and only stopped a couple of times to water the horses. It was only when night was about to fall did you stop. Standing up in your saddle, you dismounted and almost fell to the ground. A pair of arms caught you and you saw Fili holding you.

“Thanks,” you said sheepishly.

“You’re welcome, Miss [y/n],” he said. “You’ll get used to it. It’s always harsh on the body after a day of riding.”

His hands were on your waist and they moved up to your shoulders. Testing out your legs, you found that your balance had steadied.

“Are you alright for now?”

“I should be. Thank you.” You smiled and Fili nodded, kissing the back of your hand.

“Of course, vaen.”

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After you had finished your supper, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You were sitting in between Fili and Kili by the fire and after a few minutes of blinking wearily, you were asleep. Your head fell onto Fili’s shoulder and he looked down to see you sleeping peacefully. Kili saw the predicament his brother was in and laughed.

“Oh shut it and hand me her bag, will you?” Fili grumbled.

Kili grabbed your bedroll and spread it out for you but when Fili went to put you on it, you muttered something in your sleep and clung to the eldest brother. Your face was buried in his chest and your torso twisted slightly. Fili’s cheeks were bright red and he was sitting stiffly.

“She looks uncomfortable, brother. You should hold her right. Or I can if you don’t want to,” Kili said cheekily. Fili glared at his brother and took a breath before hooking his arm under your legs and moving you to his lap.

“What’s this?” Thorin said, seeing his nephew holding you.

“She fell asleep on me and won’t let go,” Fili explained, his face still red. Thorin shook his head and walked away Fili looking down at you. You curled unconsciously, moving yourself closer to the Dwarf and he sighed. It was going to be a long night.

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When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed were the arms around you. When you shifted slightly, they tightened around you. Glancing up, you saw that you were sitting in Fili’s lap and he was fast asleep. The sun was peaking over the horizon and you yawned before laying your head back on Fili’s chest.

You had fallen asleep again only to be woken by voices. You vaguely heard someone calling your name but you ignored them and buried your face into the soft furs of your pillow, murmurs escaping your mouth.

“Looks like she doesn’t want to let go,” Kili teased.

“Miss [y/n], you need to wake up,” Fili said.

“No. You’re warm. And comfy.”

“Mukhuh, vaen?” Fili said. “We have to leave soon.”

“Fine.” You got up and looked at Fili. “Apparently I don’t know the concept of personal space when I’m tired. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t, don’t worry. I didn’t mind at all.” Fili gave you a grin and you smiled back.

“If I do cross a line, please let me know.”

“As you wish.”

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About a week into the quest, you were riding when it began to rain. It was a light drizzle at first, but then it started coming down harder. Shaking your head, water flew off the ends of your hair and you shivered violently.

“Do you not have a cloak?” Bifur signed to you. You shook your head.

“No,” you said.

“I have an extra you can use.” Bifur turned and grabbed his bag, rifling through it. He pulled out a cloak and handed it to you.

“Thank you.” Pulling on the cloak, you wrapped it tightly around yourself, trying to get warm.

You heard Dori ask Gandalf to make the rain go away and when Gandalf mentioned the other Wizards, your eyes widened.

“There are others like you?” You asked, urging your pony to go faster until you were alongside Gandalf.

“There are six of us. Saruman the White is the greatest of our order, then there are two blues’. I’ve forgotten their names,” Gandalf said.

“Who’re the other two?” Bilbo said.

“Radagast the Brown is one. The last hasn’t been seen for ages. We suspect that they are lost.”

“Would they be able to help me get my memories back? After the quest is over, of course.”

“I don’t know, Miss [y/n]. They might.”

You frowned to yourself, lost in your thoughts when you felt someone take your hand.

“We’ll getcha your memories,” Bofur said.

“I know. But only after we get your home back, yeah?” You grinned and he laughed.

The rest of the time riding was spent in near silence, the rain putting nearly everyone in a sour mood. When you came across some ruins and Thorin said that this is where you’d be stopping for the night, you were grateful.

Thorin went about telling people what their duties were for the night and when he got to you, Gandalf was gone and a fire roaring.

“You, Miss [y/n], are going to show me how skilled you are with a bow while it’s still light out.”

“Alright.” You grabbed your bow and quiver before following Thorin.

“Shoot that tree.” He pointed at a tree a fair distance away and you got into position before shooting it.

“Good.”

Thorin told you where to shoot and you made every shot. He was impressed with your abilities and gave you an awkward pat on the back.

“You have skill, I’ll give you that. Now that I’ve seen what you can do with a bow, I’d like to teach you how to use a sword,” Thorin said.

“Sounds good to me. I’d like to be prepared for whatever comes our way.”

“We’ll start next time we make camp. It’s too late tonight.”

“Okay.”

Thorin then left you to gather your arrows. When you were finished, you went to get supper. Bilbo had just gone to give Fili and Kili their share when you came up to Bofur.

“Here ya go, lass,” Bofur said.

“Thank you.” You sat down by the fire and ate your soup quietly. Everything was normal until the two brothers came back saying something about trolls and the ponies.

Everyone grabbed their weapons, Gloin put out the fire, and you ran into the woods with everyone just in time to see Bilbo hanging upside-down.

“[Y/n], get into that tree and shoot them,” Thorin said. You nodded and climbed the tree as the rest of the Company charged the trolls.

You took time with each shot, making your limited amount of arrows count. You shot at the trolls hands and feet when they were trying to catch a dwarf, and at their heads when they were running around. When you were down to your last arrow, Bilbo was caught by two of the trolls.

“Lay down yer arms or we’ll rip ‘is off!” One of them said. “An’ the archer in the tree, get down ‘ere!”

Carefully, you climbed down as the Company put down their weapons. You were manhandled into a sack and thrown onto the ground next to Thorin. A small cry left your lips when you hit the ground and you just knew that you’d have bruises for a while.

The trolls were talking about how to prepare the Dwarves when you heard one of them say something about them being turned to stone. You and Bilbo made eye contact and he jumped up. What was coming out of his mouth was complete and utter nonsense but it helped keep the trolls attention away from actually doing any lasting damage to the Dwarves.

After yelling that you did indeed have parasites in your tubes, you were relieved when Gandalf came to save you. The sunlight turned the trolls to stone and you slumped back, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiggling your arms, you managed to get out of the sack.

“Thanks,” you said to Bilbo. “That was some fast thinking.”

“It was nothing.”

“Still, thank you.” You kissed his cheek and grabbed your bow.

“Come on,” Thorin said. “The cave the trolls used has to be somewhere around here.”

You followed them to a cave after grabbing your supplies from camp and the smell hit you like a horse.

“No thanks. I’m not going in there,” you said, crinkling your nose in disgust. You watched as some of the Company went inside and when they came out a few minutes later, Thorin handed something to you.

“This is for you,” he said. You turned the sword in your hands, admiring the silver of the blade and the sapphires embedded in the handle.

“A sword? It’s beautiful.”

“It’s more like a knife, but since you’re so small, it’ll work as a sword for you.”

“Thank you.”

Thorin left you and Fili came up to you.

“You used all of your arrows on the trolls, right?” He asked you.

“I did.”

“Here are some more.” Fili presented a handful of them and you smiled happily.

“Thank you! Hopefully they’ll all fit in the quiver,” you said with a laugh.

“Let me put them away.” He turned you around and carefully put them in the quiver on your back. That’s when Thorin said something was coming.

That something turned out to be one of the Wizards Gandalf was talking about the other day, Radagast the Brown. You could feel him looking at you but you ignored it. The two Wizards went to talk and you busied yourself with making sure your new sword was tied tight around your waist and that your bow was in working order. After a few minutes of them talking, a wolf howled in the distance.

“Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out here?” Bilbo asked, slight fear in his voice.

“I don’t think that’s a wolf,” you said.

“No, that’s not a wolf,” Bofur said.

Branches snapped behind you and you turned to see a giant beast. You quickly nocked your bow and shot the beast in the eye, Thorin and Nori finishing it off with their swords. Another one pounced from the opposite direction. It almost got Thorin but you and Kili shot it at the same time, the beast falling and Dwalin hitting it on the head with his hammer.

“Warg scouts!” Thorin said. “An Orc pack is not far behind.”

“Who did you tell of your quest besides your kin?” Gandalf asked Thorin.

“No one.”

“Who did you tell?!”

“No one, I swear! What in Durin’s name is going on?” Thorin said.

“You are being hunted.”

“We have to get out of here,” Dwalin said.

“I agree. Let’s go,” you said.

“We don’t have any ponies! They’ve all bolted,” Ori said.

“I’ll draw them off,” Radagast said.

“They’ll catch you. Those are Gundabad Wargs.” Gandalf’s voice sounded tired.

“These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I’d like to see them try.”

Radagast flew away on his sled before anyone could say anything and you found yourself running as fast as you could in the opposite direction. Gandalf was leading you somewhere but it seemed like everywhere you looked there were more and more Orcs.

Hiding behind a rock, you felt your chest heaving, your lungs not able to get enough air. Your back was to the cool stone when you heard a Warg above you. Taking control of your breathing, both you and Kili shot the Warg and the Orc at Thorin’s command. Both of them tumbled down the rock where they met their deaths from the Company’s swords, but not before they could call out to their friends.

“Move! Run!” Gandalf yelled. Everyone ran again and when you started to get surrounded, Thorin yelled for you and Kili to shoot them. You did as you were told, taking out as many as you could before Gandalf shouted something from behind a rock.

“Over here, you fools!”

You ran as fast as you could, stopping at the lip of the entrance and turning to shoot more Orcs. There was something about the crevasse that made the tips of your fingers tingle, but you ignored it.

“Go inside!” Thorin said to you. He called for his nephew and Kili came sprinting over. Fili went down before you and you went right after him. He caught you just as Kili and Thorin slid down.

Then a horn sounded and an Orc fell into the crevasse, Fili pushed you behind him. Your fingers curled around his arm and you didn’t let go. The Orc was dead and after Thorin threw the arrow that killed it to the ground, muttering something in Kuhzdul while Dwalin walked to the end of the pathway.

“I can’t see where it leads. Do we follow it?”

“Yes, yes we do!” Bofur said.

The Dwarves formed a line and Fili stepped in front of you, your hand falling to his and your fingers intertwining. You followed closely behind him, Kili right behind you. When you noticed that the walls were getting closer, your breathing picked up and you tightened your grip on Fili’s hand.

“Are you alright, vaen?” He asked you.

“Apparently I don’t like small spaces.” You saw Bombur almost get stuck and your breath hitched in your throat. “Why’d I have to remember this while I’m in a small space?”

“There’s light ahead!” Dwalin said.

“Let’s go, miz kurdu. I think we’re almost at the end.” Fili squeezed your hand. You found it extremely comforting and before you knew it, you were out in the open again. Letting the air in your lungs whoosh out, you leaned against Fili in relief.

“Where are we?” You asked, closing your eyes and letting the breeze ruffle your hair. The air felt like it was electrified and you were finding yourself longing to go down there.

“The Valley of Imladris!” Gandalf said. “In the Common Tongue, it is known by another name.”

“Rivendell,” Bilbo said.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

#Echuio #fili x reader #reader insert #x reader #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit fanfiction #Fili Durin #The Hobbit

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hecallsmehischild · 3 years ago

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The Case for Gandalf

My husband postulated that Gandalf's power was actually pretty weak, and that he relied heavily on his reputation instead of actual power. I strongly disagreed and this kicked of a six-movie marathon where I tracked every instance of Gandalf using his magic, and then instances of several other beings using their magic. I have also noted which movie each instance occurred in. See below the cut:

GANDALF

Weak magic

Draws a magic sign on Bilbo’s door (Hobbit #1)

Light-based AOE stun spell --In the Goblin king’s realm (Hobbit #1) --In Dol Guldur (Hobbit #2)

Speak to animals (moth messenger) --To get away from Orcs (Hobbit #1) --To get away from Saruman (Fellowship #1)

Minor healing/stabilization --of Thorin (Hobbit #1) --of Pippin (Fellowship #3)

Light spell (staff) --Lighting his way into Saruman’s fortress (Hobbit #2) --The mines of Moria (Fellowship #1)

Telekinetically sets off fireworks (Fellowship #1)

Blows smoke-ships (Fellowship #1)

Roll Intimidation (on Bilbo) (Fellowship #1)

Contested magic

Turns pinecones into firebombs against orcs (unsure if forest is super dry or fire is magically extra spread-y) (Hobbit #1)

Failed attempt to collaborate on unidentified long-range spell with Radagast (Hobbit #3)

Counter-chants against Saruman’s storm/avalanche spell, no visible effect (Fellowship #1)

Stronger magic

Splits/cuts/demolishes rock --To reveal dawn to trolls (Hobbit #1) --To break off an offensive boulder in goblin caves (Hobbit #1) --Shatters stone in Dol Guldur building (Hobbit #2) --Splits bridge of Khazadum (Fellowship #1)

Undoes concealment spell made by Sauron (Hobbit #2)

Telekinesis --Held off Pale Orc & co in Dol Guldur (Hobbit #2) --Battle with Saruman (Fellowship #1)

Light-based anti-evil shield --Against Sauron (Hobbit #2) --Against Balrog (Fellowship #1) --Against Saruman’s fireball (Fellowship #3)

Deflects axe, arrow, makes attacking sword red-hot. (Fellowship #2)

Charges sword with lightning, then stabs Balrog to death (Fellowship #2)

Exorcism (Fellowship #2)

High Wizard Staff shatter (Fellowship #3)

Light that repels evil (Fellowship #3)

Other Magic Users

Radagast

Speak to animals

Draw out evil from animals & drives off spiders with same chant

Saruman

Can fight disembodied wraiths as if they were physical (Hobbit #3)

Telekinesis (close doors, fling other wizard) (Fellowship #1)

Chants and brings in storm and mini-avalanche, very long range (Fellowship #1)

Long range possession (Fellowship #2)

Fireball (Fellowship #3)

Sauron

Anti-detection spell (Hobbit #2)

Attacks & breaks light-based anti-evil shield (Hobbit #2)

Telekinesis that demolishes most of the building (Hobbit #2)

Raises the dead (Hobbit #2)

Galadriel (power comes from her ring?)

Telepathy (aka side-chatting) (all)

Teleportation? Or leaving very suddenly. (Hobbit #1)

Silent walking (all)

Makes a spell, evil orc is gone (Hobbit #3)

Can really lift, bro (Hobbit #3)

Elven healing (kiss of life?) (Hobbit #3)

Banish SUPER high level evil (Sauron) (Hobbit #3)

Ring Magic

Invisibility

Understand fell beast language

Strong unwillingness to discuss ring

Deceives current owner’s mind about where it is

See shadow realm

Telekinetic power blast (Sauron only)

Bends other ring-wearers to its will (Sauron only)

In conclusion, Gandalf's use of his strong powers seems to be in inverse proportion to the times REALLY STRONG MAGIC is desperately needed and his most versatile spell is the rock-splitting spell. But my husband did conclude he is ACTUALLY powerful, just not very good at choosing which spells to use and when they would be most effective.

Also Galadriel's new name is Flashy Lady Smackdown because she BANISHED SAURON and therefore she wins the power level comparison match.

#lotr #gandalf #this was fun to do #all in good fun guys

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the-great-middle-earth-read · 3 years ago

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Chapter Seven: Queer Lodgings

• I just first want to make note again of the title of this chapter. We once again see the use of the weird queer and it heralds the beginning of the whole chapter. In this case it means to point out the strangeness of Beorn’s home and it’s a place that Bilbo finds himself enjoying. Set in the Wild the house offers all the comfort of home but with an edge - meals are served by animals, the borders are protected by bears and even the bees are the size of a human thumb. It’s a safe place of rest but allows all the wonder and danger of the wider world to colour and shape it. The word queer is used later in the chapter too, to describe Beorn’s ability to talk to his animals, Gandalf’s smoke rings - something wonderous that might have seemed odd to an outsider - and Mirkwood which is described as where “the wind things are dark, queer, and savage.” Again, the word is used to describe wild and wonderous things that don’t belong within the neat and structured borders of the Shire.

• This point more has to do with the movies but something I picked up on while reading this chapter was that while why were traveling to Beorn’s house Bilbo is so hungry he thinks that he “would have eaten acorns, if any had been ripe enough”. I’m guessing that might have been where Peter Jackson and co found the inspiration for the acorn scene in BotFA.

• Thorin tells Bilbo not to worry about the forest and that they’ll soon wish that their packs were heavier and I think this might be the first time we get of a dwarf chatting with Bilbo outside of necessity. Earlier in the chapter Bofur informs Bilbo that breakfast is almost over but that could still be excused as necessity. This is our first sign that the dwarfs are talking with Bilbo and it’s important that Thorin was, if not the first, than one of the first to do so. It’s important because Thorin is the leader but also because he was so mocking towards Bilbo early on. It really shows how far they have come in terms of their opinions on one another.

• Gandalf assumes that Bilbo wants to back out but we receive more proof that Bilbo is committed to the quest when he argues, saying he only wondered if there was a safer way around the forest.

• Gandalf says that he needs Bilbo to “look after these dwarves for me”. He says it while laughing, clearly making light of it but it’s a thought to keep in mind.

Other things to note:

Gandalf calls Radagast his cousin

We get a mention of the Necromancer - not nearly as well kept a secret as it appeared to be in the films

#the great middle earth read #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #gandalf #thorin oakenshield #the company #chapter notes

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rattyoakenbitch · 4 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧 ➳ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

— summary when radagast seeks the help of gandalf the grey, he brings aramina, who catches a certain dwarf’s eye.

— warnings: fic will include smut, language, angst, ptsd, depictions of gore. — pairings: thorin oakenshield x female oc (oc info here) masterlist

“Radagast! What ever is the matter?” Aramina’s small figure approached the fidgety wizard, pouring him a cup of herbal tea. “You haven’t been yourself since you’ve returned. Are you all right?” Though Radagast was an Istari, he was a very unique and eccentric one, compared to the more ‘wise’ Istari like Saruman the White. However, Radagast was acting more strange than usual. Aramina, being a good friend of the Brown wizard invited him to her hut to chat.

“We must find Gandalf! There is something terribly wrong with the forest--”

Aramina raised a hand, silencing Radagast. “Slow down, there.” She took a seat beside him, “Now, what were you saying?”

“The forest is sick,” Radagast stated more calmly this time. “Spiders! Yes, spiders. I followed their trail. They came from Dol Guldur!” Aramina curiously raised her head at the mention of that godforsaken fortress.

“But.. It’s abandoned?” Aramina shook her head in denial. “Radagast, are you sure--?” The sudden sound of heavy thudding, followed by crawling cut her off. Aramina pressed her finger to her lips, telling Radagast to stay quiet as she tip-toed out of the small cabin, where she saw two giant spiders creeping about on her roof. Silently and swiftly, Aramina climbed onto the rooftop, managing to go unnoticed by the creatures. She unsheathed the dagger attached to her garter and lunged at the spider, driving her blade into its head until its agonizing hisses came to a stop. She repeated with the remaining spider who didn’t stand a chance. The nearby animals ran off in a hurry, scattering away from the clamor. Aramina looked down at the surrounding forest, watching as one pale plant withered away before her eyes.

“Jukkete,” she cursed under her breath. [fuck]

“I’ll only be a few days,” Aramina whined, trying to convince her father to let her travel with Radagast. “You know I can take care of myself! You know what I’m capable of!”

“I am aware,” the king started off. “However, you’ll do well to remember that King Thranduil of Mirkwood will be visiting. Have you forgotten your engagement with his son, or do we need to go through this again?” Aramina gritted her teeth and bit her tongue, holding herself back from spitting a retort. She knew that it would be no use in arguing with her father.

“Yes, father, I know. I’ll be back before then.” At that, Aramina dashed out of the throne room and into her chambers where she prepared for her short journey with Radagast. She tied her hair up into a braid, not putting much effort or time into it like she usually would. She figured it would somehow get messy anyway. Aramina got dressed in a white, frilly blouse and underneath her thigh-length skirt, a pair of white, almost transparent tights and her set of black knee-high boots. She threw on her black pelerine which her mother designed specially for her, grabbed her weapons, and made her way outside to find her traveling companion. As she hiked the short distance to Radagast’s small shack, Aramina caught the attention of one deer she had a special bond with. The deer who Aramina called “Eliwen” approached her, brushing its head up against Aramina’s leg. Aramina bent down to pet Eliwen’s snout.

“Oio naa elealla alasse, Eliwen,” she spoke, running her finger’s through the deer’s soft fur. [ever is thy sight a joy] “I must go, now.” Eliwen understood, looking away sadly. Aramina gave the deer a final, gentle kiss on its head before continuing her walk. She reached Radagast’s house safetly, greeting his hedgehogs before entering the wizard’s home. She noticed a cloth sitting on the table, wrapped around something long. Radagast then appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and grabbed the bundle, shoving it under his cloak. Aramina was curious about what it was, but decided not to question Radagast about it. Radagast gestured for Aramina to follow him onto his little sled which was pulled by large rabbits.

“Are ya ready, kiddo?” “Let’s go,” Aramina exchanged.

“It’s Radagast the Brown!” Gandalf announced, then noticed the smaller figure behind the wizard. “And.. Well, it’s Aramina, Daughter of The Forest! What ever are you doing here?”

“We were looking for you, Gandalf,” Aramina said, hopping off the sled. Radagast followed her, approaching Gandalf and disregarding the surrounding company. But Aramina noticed them, as well as their stares. There were thirteen Dwarves, as well as one Hobbit, who were watching Aramina intently. Two Dwarves whispered to each other, subtly pointing to Aramina. The Fawn shifted uncomfortably under their gaze, and looked away back at Gandalf.

“Is this true?” Gandalf questioned, turning to Aramina. “What did you see?”

“I thought Radagast was joking at first,” Aramina started, earning an offended glare from The Brown Wizard. “However, during our discussion, I found two spiders on my roof. I killed them both but I know more will come. Plants are dying. The animals are starting to feel unsafe in Rhosgobel.” Gandalf furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but nodded. The two Istari drifted off to converse in a more secluded area, leaving out The Company. Aramina followed them, giving the wizards her input but figured to let Radagast do the talking considering he knew more.

Aramina leaned against a tree idly, occasionally looking up at the group of Dwarves who watched her curiously. The silence and calmness that hung in the area almost managed to put Aramina to sleep, if it wasn’t for the sound of howls and growling that shook her awake, and the Warg scout that sneaked up behind The Company, getting ready to pounce.

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catthefearless · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Traveler Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Loosely based on The Hobbit movies. PG rating because of violence.

The company, which she now knew, numbered 13 Dwarves, Bilbo, and Gandalf the Gray. She and Gandalf had never run into each other until now but both were aware of the other. He was one of the five wizards and wise men of Middle Earth, ageless even though he appeared as an old man. She knew some about him through Radagast the Brown and the tales he told her as she was learning nature craft from him. She knew how to communicate with animals of all sorts and was honing her craft while with the brown wizard.

As they set up camp for the night, she tried to recall all the Dwarves names and a little something about each one so she could remember them easier. Bilbo overheard her muttering to herself quietly and looked at her to try and understand what she was saying.

“Bifur speaks with hands and carves. Bombur was a miner and wears a hat. Bofur is the jolly cook.”

“Nope, the other way around,” Bilbo said out loud and startled Jovanna. She spun around with a shocked look on her face. “Bofur wears a hat and Bombur cooks,” he replied to her surprised look.

“Oh my! Thank you for clarifying.” She shook her head and laughed and he along with her. “I’m just doing a little memory trick so I can remember everyone. It’s not like I’m going along on the journey but I’d still like to remember everyone’s names.”

“I do wish you would consider it dear cousin. These Dwarves can be a bit beastly at times and having someone who at least understands Hobbits would be lovely.” He looked up at her as if pleading with her. “I understand why you can’t but it would be nice.”

“I’m not sure when I’ll have another opportunity to get back to Imladris again.” She looked down at Bilbo and smiled. “It’s really good to spend time with you too cousin and I’m sure we’ll have other opportunities after this adventure of yours.”

He smiled back at her. His mind was a muddle of images from their trip so far and what they had yet to do. He saw vividly an image of a great dragon atop a horde or gold. He shook his head and tried to clear the images. He looked back at Jovanna. He wondered if she had just done that, giving him some of those images to think about. Instead of looking at something potentially bleak he decided to concentrate on something positive.

“I’ve studied a little Sindarin but haven’t had any practical practice with it. Maybe you could speak it with me.” Bilbo looked up at her with large child-like eyes.

Jovanna laughed. “Perhaps we could do just that but I’d prefer if we did so out of earshot of any of the Dwarves.” Bilbo nodded and waited. She sighed and looked around. “As soon as camp is settled for the night, we can take a walk before it gets too dark and chat a bit.”

“I’m on it!” Bilbo shot back to her as he went in search of anyone needing help with chores. Jovanna smiled at him as he went on his way. ‘Always the eager one to learn something new. Just like your momma was.’ Jovanna thought as she finished tying out her horse and settling her in for the night.

Just before supper, Jovanna and Bilbo ventured into the surrounding trees to have their chat. He was actually quite good at Sindarin and the only thing he needed help with was pronunciation and a little syntax. She laughed when he seemed stumped at something and tried to explain that Khuzdul was even more convoluted and difficult.

“It’s not like Westron where the verbs and adverbs make sense. With Khuzdul, it’s implied in how you stress the words that makes the biggest difference,” she said with a smile.

“How did you learn so many languages?” Bilbo looked at her as she sat on a fallen tree trunk. He sat down next to her and waited for her reply.

“Mom and Da both speak Westron and Khuzdul although Da’s Westron is definitely better than his Khuzdul. Mom speaks Sindarin and Da pretends he understands her.” They both laughed.

Just then they heard someone tramping through the leaf litter coming towards them. Jovanna called out, “Come on out, you’re a lousy tracker so you might as well show yourself.”

Fili appeared from behind a tree and smiled as Jovanna laughed. “I’m a good tracker and can be silent, I just wanted you to know I was coming.” Jovanna shook her head and smiled at him.

Fili sobered up a bit and looked at them both. “Supper is almost ready,” he said as he gestured back towards the camp. “Oh, and don’t let Uncle hear you speaking Sindarin together, he might not be too happy about that!” He looked at them seriously then broke into a grin. They all three laughed as they made their way back to the camp for what smelled like a delicious stew cooking.

After supper when all the company gathered in their usual manner for the evening, Gandalf gestured for Jovanna to join him for a private conversation. They walked over towards the horses and out of hearing distance of the camp. She looked up at the gray wizard and wondered what was on his mind.

“Well now, it seems we have run in the same groups and have never properly met.” He blew smoke out that looked like rabbits running. “I know that you and Radagast are acquainted.” He puffed once more, this time horses prancing. “I know you studied with Radagast on animal lore and healing. If we are to become more familiar, I would have you know that I am familiar with your parents.” Jovanna nodded for him to continue. “It seems you would be a welcome companion on this journey of Thorin’s and you could look after your wee cousin Bilbo. I’m sure Elrond and the others wouldn’t mind postponing your next level of training until after this, this….” He trailed off as if looking for the right words.

“A quest, perhaps?” Jovanna said as she nodded to him assuring him that she had been listening.

The Gray wizard leaned back against a tree trunk as he smiled his mirthful grin at her. He was trying to compose his thoughts as he puffed on his pipe more.

“This quest as you put it, is very important to Thorin and his people although we may be on a bit of a fool’s holiday.” He puffed again and then blew out a dragon of smoke.

“Ah yes, the dreaded worm Smaug,” Jovanna shook her head as she watched the animated smoke drift off. “I’ve had visions of Bilbo facing him although I haven’t seen how it ends.” She looked down and wished for the distraction of the wizard’s smoke images. “I do have my mother’s gift for visions and what I see is so jumbled up right now. I’ll take some time with the seers of my Elven kin to see what to make of these flashes.”

“Probably best you don’t tell Thorin you can peek into the future.” Gandalf tapped his pipe out on a tree stump. “He doesn’t believe in those kinds of gifts, many Dwarves do not.”

Just then she got a flash of Thorin in a crown but he was very agitated about it. She shook her head and cleared the vision of it and looked up at the wizard. “I’m not certain Thorin will be happy with his success.” He hummed in agreement as the noises from the camp drifted towards them.

“I’m not sure he will ever be truly happy until the last of his kin is settled into Erebor and he finally has everything that was taken from him.” He huffed a bit as he looked towards the camp. Jovanna caught a flash of vision of Thorin chasing Bilbo and not as if in a game. She bit her lower lip and her eyes grew wide.

“I’m not sure Bilbo will be safe with him either but I’m not sure why. I want to protect him but I’m not sure what the best way to do that would be. I’ve been to Lake Town and have seen close up the devastation of Dale. I’m not sure why you think he can take on Smaug.”

“He is a singularly unique Hobbit, has more of his mother’s blood in his veins and he would make a fine burglar.” Gandalf patted her shoulder as he turned to go back to the camp. “Tomorrow we will be passing by the nearest passage to Imladris and I suggest you make up your mind by midday tomorrow if you will be continuing on this quest.”

She nodded her head and then followed him back to the camp and all the jovial conversations around the fire.

The next morning as she and Bilbo prepared ponies for their travels, he took her aside for a moment for a private conversation.

“I know your mind is mostly made up on going to Rivendell but know that I will miss you and wish 100 times a day you were still with us.” He took her hand and smiled up at her.

She surprised him as she drew him into a hug and kissed the top of his curly locks. “Yes, and I will wish I was with you too as I am tested time and again on the healing arts I’ll be learning.” She released him and reached into the bag hanging on her belt. She withdrew a small purplish stone. She held it up to the sunlight and it sparkled in rainbows around them when it caught the light.

“This is a special stone that will help us keep in touch. You hold it in your hand and think of me and I’ll be able to perceive your mood and feelings in that moment. I’ll know when you’re safe and when you might need help.” She placed the stone in his hand. He looked down at it and then up at her again. “We can test it a bit today on our ride and see how well we can communicate. It’s a bit one sided but it should work well enough.” She sighed as she looked into his eyes.

“The nearest entry point into Imladris is coming up today and I’ll be saying my goodbyes along the trail today.” His eyes teared up and she looked away as she patted his shoulder. She could already feel his emotions through the stone. “I can join you along the way if anything should happen.” He looked up at her with teary eyes and nodded. He tucked the stone into a pocket of his waistcoat and patted it. She reached up and ruffled his curls. They both laughed as they headed for their horses.

Along the trail, Jovanna took the time to talk to each Dwarf along the way. She wanted them all to know they were important to her and that she would come and help, if needed.

Fili pulled her back from the column of riders and looked very seriously at her as he pulled out a small dagger from his boot. “This was forged by my father before I was born. I have kept it with me as a token of his steadfast love. It’s a personal charm for luck. I want you to carry it with you until we are united once again.” He held the small knife out to her and she gently took it from his hand.

“It’s beautifully made. Are you sure you wish for me to have it?” Jovanna looked at him stunned.

“I place it in your care until we meet again. I am certain we must meet again.” He looked at her with a tear rolling down his cheek. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever known and I wish to know you better in time. This is our own special bond assuring we will see each other again.” He patted her hand then urged his pony forward again. When he came alongside Kili, they talked in low tones and Kili cast a glance back towards Jovanna and smiled at her. She raised a hand in greeting and smiled back at him.

Jovanna marveled at the dagger for a moment before securing it in her belt. She knew what a gift like this meant and wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it. She had a slight flash of him laughing and running in a green field followed by another flash of her kneeling over him, injured she guessed. She blinked away tears herself as she tried to make sense of the images and what Fili was to the future of Erebor and to her. She had come to know the golden prince during their time together and admired his courage and willingness to follow his uncle into danger for their ancestral home.

A little later, at a fork in the trail, Jovanna bid her last farewells to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield and rode directly towards a small pass in the foothills of the Misty Mountains.

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guylty · 4 years ago

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Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else’s holiday pictures – no offense taken, I totally understand! – please just scroll down to where you see the header for the round-up. All your tumblr Armitage needs will be satisfied down there 😉.

Tbh, it was lovely to leave the confines of my home town and finally venture out a little bit farther afield. In fact, it only occurred to me as we were on the road, that I hadn’t left Dublin at all since mid-January 😱. Ireland is not really that big – it reaches about 500 km (300m) from top to bottom – but the terrain here is characterised by rocks and hills, which makes for small, windy roads, especially as the infrastructure does not need to be as car-friendly as in other, more populated countries in the world. So don’t be surprised if you see the estimated travel time in the map below.

Yes, it takes more than 4 hours to travel 287km (178m) in Ireland. 😁 If you look really closely at the map you will actually notice a black jagged line running through the land. That is the border between the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, which is part of the United Kingdom. Our route this time took us the Northern Irish way, crossing into NI near Belturbet and then exiting again via Pettigo. The border is still “green”, i.e. there is no visible sign that you have actually moved from one jurisdiction to another. (I can usually only tell by the difference in road surface 😂 and the fact that the speed signs are suddenly in miles/h and not in kilometer/h any more. It’ll be interesting to see the Brexit regulation work out the issue of the United Kingdom’s *only* land border while keeping both EU customs rules as well as inner-Irish peace…) This is the shortest way of getting up from Dublin in the centre of the East coast, into the Northwestern corner of Ireland, which is part of the Republic and called County Donegal.

Our journey took us even longer than the estimated 4 hours, but then we also had to switch drivers in order to relieve my mother-in-law (77) and take a lunch break. We eventually arrived in Dunfanaghy in the late afternoon where my father-in-law had specifically booked rooms with a view in the plush Arnold’s Hotel. At first I was a bit taken aback at the layer of dust in our otherwise lovely room but then I realised that it meant the room had not been used in months and we were the first occupants since reopening the day prior, i.e. no lingering viruses there… From our luxurious king-size bed we had views out to the beach. (Click all images to enlarge!)

View from the bed

Village idyll

Busy despite the Covid crisis

Dunfanaghy beach at low tide

I have to say I was a bit skeptical as regards the attitude of the holiday makers towards keeping safe from the virus, though. Dunfanaghy was packed to the gills with tourists, particularly from Northern Ireland. (The weekend actually coincided with the traditional, Protestant celebrations of the Battle of the Boyne on the 12th of July every year. This is a significant date in NI, marking the victory of Protestant king William III over Catholic king James II, celebrated with drums, huge bonfires and marches by the Orange Order. It continues to be a controversial tradition within NI, with (some) Catholics offended by the celebration of this victory, while (some) Protestants insist on their right to express their traditions.) As part of the UK, NI has had a different approach to the Covid crisis than the Republic, and tbh I was not really that impressed with the general lack of social distancing displayed last week. (It goes without saying that it was *not only* NI people who were far too close for my comfort; there obviously were also plenty of Irish holiday makers there, too.) Within the hotel, there were hand-sanitisers at all exits and corridors, so it was easy to keep hands clean. In the restaurant, the staff wore PPE masks and the guests were seated well apart as fewer tables than normal were set up. So I felt relatively safe in there. But I hardly saw any face masks worn in the village, people were congregating in big groups outside pubs and shops, and it felt as if there were no covid restrictions at all. All that made me very angry. On our walks, particularly in the very busy Glenveagh National Park, people would not keep distance even though the paths were more than 2 meters wide, and on the parking lot, cars parked directly side-by-side. But then again, at least we were outside, and Glenveagh is an absolutely stunning place.

Glenveagh

Glenveagh Castle

In the kitchen garden of Glenveagh

Bag End?

Entrance to the kitchen garden

Wild life very close by

I have been to Glenveagh a good few times before. It’s a stunning valley with a 19th century hunting lodge castle at the centre. There is a formal garden through which you enter the castle grounds, but what I had not see until now was the amazing kitchen garden. The little gardener’s cottage under the large tree somehow reminded me of Bag End.

The best thing, of course, is the beaches and dunes and the mighty North Atlantic.

Tramore Strand

Horn Head

View of Tramore from the dunes

Horn Head from Dunfanaghy

I was thinking of Squirrel/Radagast who had commented about wild flowers before I left for the North, and I took a good few photos of flowers.

Native Irish orchid

Calla lily – associated with the Irish struggle for freedom

The weather was – Irish. We had two days that were predominantly dry, with only a little bit of drizzle here and there. Only on our last day the weather really turned against us, which was annoying as we had planned to go walking with my in-laws a bit. But well, a bit of wet doesn’t deter my hardy in-laws. There is no bad weather – only inappropriate clothing. So we trudged off on a two-hour walk in the Ards Forest. I think I was the only who got drenched to the skin. Yep, even after 20 years I still haven’t learnt… or bought the right equipment.

Typical family picnic. In the rain. Sharing 1 bottle of Guinness, 2 apples and 2 sandwiches. No lie.

However, we did also get a bit of sunset in, and so the trip’s best memory is this – a sundowner from Horn Head with the ragged shape of Tory Island in the background.

So, that was my summer holiday 2020. Four nights away with family. It was actually really lovely, especially as my f-i-l is now getting really old. This may have been his last trip up to Donegal. It was lovely to spend time with him and my m-i-l who are still very active and who are interesting to chat to. I was especially delighted that Little Miss Guylty came along, too – not just for myself but also for the grandparents for whom her presence is particularly special. And I had four nights of sound sleep that really recharged my batteries. So much so that I can now jump energetically into this week’s tumblr round-up:

Badtennantwolf has put together a set of icons. I am including the set here for the first four pictures of RA at SDCC in 2015 as we recently had a chat about that occasion (and the famous dragon beanie throw) elsewhere

Richardarmitagefanpage reminds us of a Hobbit Extended Editions rewatch organised by One Ring Net for 21 July

Some dramatic Guy of Gisborne gifs, season 3, by riepu10

LOL. Including this mainly for the spot-on caption by thewarriorandtheking

*sniggers* Mezzmerizedbyrichard has come to the aid of many hot and bothered Mr Thornton admirers…

I have always been somewhat intrigued by that pock mark on Richard’s arm. Maybe he had it removed or something, because I also remember pictures from around the same time where he sported a blue plaster on his bicep. Picture posted by hobbitoferebor

Goodness me. 13 years ago. Yes, he looks a good bit younger. And full-on Gisborne-sideburns. Gifs by riepu10

Eyelash porn courtesy by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Ignore the wig and enjoy the nose! Richard as Claude Monet, giffed by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Lehnsharks’ Thorin drawings

BTS footage of Richard as Thorin was few and far between, so here are a few precious scenes, giffed by riepu10

Daniel Miller/Trevor Price looking ominous… Gifs by riepu10

One of nfcomics’ What A Guy Wants… interesting metaphor…

There we go. Sorry for the whole long holiday crap. I can faithfully promise that that is it for this year *sardonic laugh*.

However, before I go and more importantly, just a quick reminder:

It’ll be August soon and that means… RA birthday auction time!!! Donations of items have been coming in and it is high time for me to start organising and promoting, soon. Watch this space for more info!

Have a lovely weekend,

Sonja ❤️

2020 Armitage Weekly Round-up #28 Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else's holiday pictures - no offense taken, I totally understand!

#Daniel Miller #Guy of Gisborne #John Thornton #Richard Armitage #Thorin Oakenshield #Weekly tumblr Round-up

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caitlinsfandomthoughts · 4 years ago

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A film fan’s reaction to reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time.

I’ve been a big fan of the Peter Jackson films (extended versions - nerd that I am) since I was about 11 and I think I know all of the big changes made in the adaptation: Arwen, Faramir, Aragorn falling off a cliff. I did read the first book around the same age (in the first of many waves of my lotr obsession) but I only really remembered Saruman of ‘Many Colours’.

However I have always wanted to properly know the book version of the story so finally started listening to an amazing full audio book reading by Steven Red Fox Garnett which I highly recommend:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwLvFU2onc7cPIEBee-_xMw

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And here are my silly reactions and occasional analysis of the differences between book and film that I didn’t know about.

The Fellowship of the Ring part three, one, two, four, five, six

Many Meetings:

Frodo thinks he’s better but Gandalf can see that Frodo’s arm is transparent, not fully in the mortal world? Is this permanent? A metaphor for his ultimate depression/ptsd, I know the wound itself serves as that. Gandalf lies and says Frodo looks well. My poor sweet baby innocent Frodo.

Frodo knew Sam was by his side most of time rather than checking out Rivendell like he said <3

No Sam! Don’t wait on your master! Embrace being treated as an equal! Thank god he didn’t do it.

Glorfindel is sitting next to Elrond and this is enough for me to ship them.

Frodo finally meets Bilbo again, it having been 17 YEARS! This is more emotionally charged for Frodo than in the film. Bilbo does his Nosferatu impression here! Almost the first thing he says to Frodo is Sooo you have the ring? Can I see it? Can I touch it? This was SAD! That it was so soon. Then there is quite a tone shift after that, Bilbo says sorry for this burden/everything like in the film but then they keep taking, and chat to Aragorn like it never happened.

Gloin!

Some elves are racist jerks to Bilbo (although his song did go on quite a lot).

The Council of Elrond:

Boromir! So far he is much like in the film. Doesn’t say ‘by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe’ but says words to that effect. Including something like ‘we get praise but no help’ which I thought was a pretty good critique, it made me think of performative activism. Aragorn kind of seems petty when he says well rangers protect the north, the north’s not safe either! Like yes but also Gondor is RIGHT NEXT to Mordor. You can see it when you look out from Minas Tirith. I think there’s probably more servants of Sauron there even though there are many elsewhere. It felt like a whataboutism. I think Boromir’s point still stands. Perhaps this is meant to be read as a flaw of Aragorn’s but I don’t think so.

Aragorn says again that the sword will be remade, and says that he will go to Minas Tirith. That’s pretty much all but saying he will become king. He seems so far to accept that fate and be less reluctant to do it than in the film. At this point in the film I felt Aragorn knew in the back of his mind that he would probably have to fulfil that destiny, but there was still a part of him fighting it, or hoping against it. He also had doubts, fears that he would fail like Isildor, fears to take up power. In the book Aragorn himself says the line ‘I am Isildor’s heir, not Isildor himself.’ In the film this was given to Arwen who tries to reassure him. While book Aragorn certainly has humility and isn’t proud of his royalness he seems more comfortable with his destiny, and I so far find that less interesting, like there may be less of an arc for him. But it is early days and a lot more may be revealed about him. I’m especially interested in his interactions with Boromir, which, I find is one of the more interesting aspects of the first film.

Bilbo wrote the Aragorn Poem! And says it’s not that good, but it’s my favourite one so far. I think we’re probably meant to have that reaction.

Radagast! It makes a bit more sense here as to why Gandalf would go see Saruman, despite already being suss about him, given that Radagast unwittingly sent him there. I’d like to think the moth in the film is a nod to Radagast.

Saruman of MANY COLOURS! This is almost the singular thing I remember from reading the first book as a kid. As awesome as it sounds I’m kinda glad they didn’t put it in the films since it would look like queer-coding a villain.

Saruman has some rhetoric about maintaining ‘order’ which is never a good sign. He also seems to think that he’ll be able to take power from Sauron after they join somehow which, my dude, is never gonna happen.

Gandalf has a line about how despair is only for those who know the future, and we do not, and honestly that helps me with climate grief.

Apart from Frodo and Sam, (and Merry and Pippin) Elrond picks the other companions.

Elrond is starting to see that Bilbo isn’t so unique among hobbits, that they may all have strength of character beyond what may initially seem to. This is nice, I like this theme.

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decadentenemyturtle · 5 years ago

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Some other nights

Chapter/Promt 3 coming a bit late for @sdavid09 writing challenge.

Pairing: Dain Ironfoot x Rienna, Thorin’s company x the siblings

Words: 1840

All the chapter's of Some other nights

Rionna could still smell the foul odour from the troll's cave. And it had been an hour, maybe two when they had started to walk towards the city of Rivendell.

Gandalf and Thorin had found weapon's - as in, swrods and daggers and kinds of - from the cave and since Rionna and Gabriel had none in their eyes, they gave them swords.

"Well, it's kind of futile to give these to us, since we can't use these kind of... weapons" Gabriel had said with an frown. Thorin and Gandalf shared an look, both seemingly confused of how these two didn't know how to use an sword.

"We have different kind of weapons. They... Well... Are some what close to arrow and bow, I guess" Rionna had said, even showing her gun to them. But Thorin had glared at her and then the gun at her hand, and told her to use the sword instead. Then he had turned and went to talk with few of the dwarves. Rionna had stared after him for a second, before she turned up to look at her brother, who in turn was glaring after the dwarf king.

"I don't like him" he had growled. Rionna rolled her eyes and decided not to say anything. If Gabriel didn't like someone, then he didn't like them, and she had no intrest of making her brother to like someone. But she had to admit that she wasn't a big fan of this Thorin neither.

Then they had encountered the "brown wizard" called Radagast, who was an interesting and somewhat weird person in Rionna's, Gabriel's and the company's eyes. But surely anyone with dirty clothes and bird poop on their face could be a bit of an interesting character to anyone. And even at first when he seemed to be in drugs.

Bilbo, the small man - a hobbit as the siblings learned a bit later on - and few other dwarves gathered near the siblings as they had waited the wizards to finish their talk. And as they waited, Rionna suddenly felt it. The weird kind of... pull... in her chest, somewhere between heart and her back. And her bearing must've changed quite quickly as the other around her had looked at her with worry.

"Are ye alright there, lassie?" the dwarf with reddish, long hair and beard - Dori? Oin? Dwalin? No, Dwalin was the grumby, bald one... - asked. Gabriel was immidietly by her side, his hand on her shoulder, peering at her worriedly.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just... I just...." Rionna had said, staring at the woods, frown on her face. The feeling didn't leave, instead it had settled deep in her chest. Then she continued "I just got a weird feeling in my... I don't know, around my chest" The dwarves and Bilbo shared a look, while Gabriel frowned and looked down at his sister worriedly.

"Are you getting ill?" he even asked. Rionna looked up at him and shrugged. She felt fine, other than the weird feeling in her chest.

"I doubt it has anything to do with a sickness, master Gabriel" the white haired dwarf says as he steps closer to the two siblings. Their eyes snap at him and they wait him to continue, but instead other dwarf takes his place in explaining.

"Aye, it would seem that miss Rionna has found her One" the fat dwarf - Bofur? No, Bombur! - says with an fond smile. Rionna tilts her head and stared at him.

"My sister has found an what now?" Gabriel asked. And so the dwarves and Bilbo went on explaining, what One was, and how lucky Rionna was to find her true love. Rionna and Gabriel weren't sure how long they explaind all this to them, but they knew they were just scratching the surface with all this information. And by the end of it all, Rionna just wanted to laugh.

She had found her "true love" or it at leas existed in this world. And they called her lucky to find it! For what Rionna knew about love, it could be beautiful or monstrous! But she hadn't figured out which this would be. She hadn't even met her supposed to be One true love. So how could she know, if this love was true or not, if she didn't know the person behind this pull. And how was she suppose to find the said person?

It all stayed as mystery to her for now, since the wizards had done with their talking and had merly waited - in amusement - that the dwarves and a hobbit would stop their talk. And after they had finished, Gandalf walked back to the group, eyeing Rionna with a little mishievous twinkling in his eyes. Then he turned to address the rest of the group.

"This monstreus dog we saw earlier had come across with a group of wargs and their rider's..." the dwarves started to yell at the same time, their voice's muffing together so that none could understand what they were saying. "... AND THEY ARE ALL DEAD" Gandalf's voice boomed over the dwarves. Bilbo, Gabriel and Rionna had stood quietly and stared at the grey wizard, Bilbo being a bit worried and scared, Gabriel being just curious of these wargs and Rionna was worrying over their safety. They were suddenly keeping too much voice for her liking.

The dwarves had quieted down thanks to Gandalf's booming voice, and they all stared at him. Gandalf looked at them with an similar look the dissapointed teacher would give to his student's. Then he turned to Gabriel and Rionna.

"The dog is also dead. Radagast found it as it was killing the last of the orcs and wargs, and managed to kill it with his magic" he says, then glancing at his brown friend. Radagast gave look to the human siblings and then he turned back to Gandalf. Gabriel Ronna glanced at eachother, glad to hear that the dog was now dead.

"Never have I seen anything like it before. And I do wish that this was the last one I see. But, alas, as the dark ages are rising, I fear more of them will appear" Radagast had said, sounding now more normal than when he had arrived. Gabriel took a step towards the wizards, addressing both of them with an serious look.

"Radagast, it is nice to meet you. My name is Gabriel, and this is my baby sister Rionna. We hail from another world and that monsterous dog you saw earlier came from our world just before we did" Gabriel addres Radagast, who in turn stares at him with keen worry in his person. "And we came in here from a sort of an portal, made by the... Well, kind of an wizards's of our world. And unfortunately that dog was not the only monster that lives in our world, but whatever the dog or the other one's might appear in this world, I do not know" Gabriel finishes. The silence is heavy around them as everyone takes the news in.

"So, these wizards in your world can sent these kind of monster to our world? As well as your kinf of men?" Thorin asks. Gabriel turns to him, and nods.

"Yes. But these wizards are not good like these two are. The wizard's from our world work for the goverment, for the enemy..." Now most of the company were frowning, for how could someone working for the leader's of the kingdom be bad?! "... And they have found a way to sent these monsters, or SCP's as we call them, to other world's. I'm sure this world of your isn't the only one where these portal's open" Gabriel tells. Radagast and Gandalf share an worried look, while the dwarves and Bilbo look each other in worry and horror.

It was obious that these two came from far more dangerous world than they had expected.

No one had had anything to say for what Gabriel had told them. They all understood, well kind of, that their world was as dangerous as Middle Earth. After few seconds of silence, they had started to walk towards the mysterious destination, Radagast taking off to somewhere. Gabriel and Rionna had no idea, where this company was travelling to. They had a secret journey to do, that much was clear, but to where, they didn't know. While they were walking and talking with Fíli and Kíli, Bofur, Nori, Bilbo, and few others, Thorin and Gandalf were fighting with each other of whatever they should go to Rivendell or go past it.

"Maybe we should ask direction's to this place and go there" Rionna murmured to Gabriel, who lowered his eyes to her, his other brow up.

"Why? Here I thought we could have a little adventure with these guys" he answered. Rionna sighed and send an grimm look to Gabriel, who just shrugged.

"Haven't we gotten enough of it back in our world?" she asked, staring rather sadly ahead of her. Gabriel looked down at her and sighed, his face growing rather serious. The others had looked at them silently, until Kíli stepped next to Rionna, smiling to her.

"What about your One?" he asked. Rionna looked at the brunette and her brow rose.

"What about it?" she asked rather annoyed voice. Kíli leaned a bit away from her and stared at her as if she had grown a second head. What about it, she asked?! Surely she was crazy! Everyone around her thought.

"I don't think she understands the deep meaning of finding her One" Gloin, the red haired and bearded dwarf said, glancing at Kíli and then giving meaningful look for Rionna. She sighed and shook her head. Yes, she didn't understand it, and wasn't even sure if she wanted to.

The others kept on talking and she had stopped listening. Gabriel on the other hand took part the talking, seeming to enjoy these weird new friends of theirs. They weren't talking about the monsters of their world or anything too heavy, just some light chit chat. And finally Gandalf boomed that they would indeed go to Rivendell. However he had persuaded Thorin to go there, because he deffinetly seemed to be against going anywhere near the city. The other dwarves seemed to be a bit sour after hearing this news, but Bilbo on the pther hand seemed to be the only one to be happy to go there. Gabriel looked around them and then leaned towards his sister.

"Are you absolutly sure you want to stay in Rivendell?" he asked silently. Rionna looked around them, thinking why the dwarves refused to go there and were now grimm. Maybe there was something in the city, in the people who lived there, that dwarves couldn't stand for?

"Honestly? I don't know. It would be tempting to stay somewhere safe for once, but if the city is unsafe or something else, then I guess I'm following the company" she finally answered. Gabriel didn't say anything, just hummed. He would have loved nothing more than see his sister somewhere safe, but since they weren't from this world and he wasn't sure how dangerous it was in here, he didn't want to leave Rionna without being sure she would be safe.

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swanky-batman · 6 years ago

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Letters to Thorin 1/2

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (The Hobbit)

Warnings: probably crime, violence, some swearing and drinking

Y/N finds a way to communicate with the sometimes too rough Thorin. I hope you enjoy @notmyfault404 :D Part 2 will come soon!

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Part 2

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You knocked on the door, getting a husky, “Come in.”

“Thorin?” You ask, popping your head in, your breath catching.

“Who is asking?” He turned, a slight pout on his face as you saw the scar on his chest.

“I’m Y/N- we haven’t met face to face yet.”

“Y/N-” His eyebrows raised and his look softened. “You’ll have to excuse me… I can hardly believe you’re here.” He walked closer to you.

------5 months ago--------

You had received word from Gandalf that he was going to need help from everyone he trusted. He gave you a detailed account of things that had been going on and asked you for a list of tasks to help- and they weren’t easy.

He needed you to go and ask different groups to join in the fighting and help, as well as help Radagast.

You set off not twenty-four hours later and began on your journey. You had packed, making sure to include a pen and paper so your Raven, Jax, could deliver letters to the traveling party.

The first few with regular updates went to Gandalf and he did very little to respond to him- but then Thorin Oakenshield himself decided to answer.

Lady Y/N,

Please do not think me intrusive for directing letters to you myself now, but Gandalf seems preoccupied and with the assistance you are offering us I figured you could use an actual update on matters.

We are currently traveling now, having just had some dealings with orcs and Radagast the Brown. He seems like a strange fellow although he is attempting to be helpful I suppose.

We had run into some trolls who attempted to eat not only some of our horses- but two of our company and our master burglar. Luckily, no harm came to them, although I cannot say the same for the trolls. After searching and finding their cave, we came off with three new elvish forged weapons- much to my dismay.

Your raven seems very well trained, do you mind if I ask how you came about it?

This is our current report and I must say I probably chatted on for too long, forgive me.

Signed,

Thorin Oakenshield

You grinned at the letter, he seemed like much more fun to write to than Gandalf so you took out your pen and paper and started.

Lord Thorin,

I am pleased to find more than a quick line scratched in to let me know Gandalf and company are not dead. It would give me great pleasure in writing to you in future, if it suits you as well.

Trolls, eh? Not too shabby of a take-away although I have heard dwarvish forged is the way to go. Alas, I cannot ask for an unbiased opinion from you since you clearly are in possession of an Elvish weapon now.

Orcs can be a bit of a hassle but the one I am truly curious about is Radagast- I am set to meet him soon enough and am quite at a loss for how another wizard is going to be. Is he anything like Gandalf? How will I know when I’ve met him?

I thank you kindly on mine and Jax (my raven’s) behalf, he is a swell companion. He flies rather swiftly and prefers traveling rather than staying put so the more I give him to do, the better. I actually found him after a hunter was shooting an arrow in the woods and missed, damaging his wing. My legs moved for me and I was trying to take care of him at home before I knew what I had done. I tried to set him free after I helped him and he’ll leave for little spurts at a time but he always comes back to me.

I rather like that you’re chatty- seeing as you have 13 other traveling companions and I only have the letters Jax brings me and occasional people when I arrive in the places I am supposed to.

If you have time, I’d rather like to hear about your companions as well as yourself.

Signed,

Y/N Y/L/N

You nodded and the next morning before setting off, sent Jax off. You continued down your path to a group of waters that met, attempting to talk to the river-maids. You had actually never met one before in person and were curious to see if Gandalf had been misplaced in his ideas.

You breathed, attempting to follow through the instructions Gandalf gave you. You chanted, leaning over the water and placing your hand in it.

“Uhm- What are you doing?” A woman from across the water asked and you jumped.

You laughed, “You wouldn’t believe I was trying to summon River-maids, do you?”

She frowned, “What would you want with them, anyways?”

“Gandalf the Grey sent me.” Her eyes shifted and her jaw set.

“You… you are one, aren’t you?” You asked, looking her over. She looked very similar to a human- you talked with her and after a while, she brought you towards a group of them.

You talked with them, trying to convince them to help when the time came.

After another day with them, they said they would send some help. You received another letter as you waved to the woman in the cabin. You opened the letter at midday, interested to see what had happened.

Lady Y/N,

I must admit, I enjoyed the last letter you sent much more than the first- your tone seems to be renewed. It had given me a much needed laugh after my last letter as we were attacked yet again by Orcs.

Radagast sent us towards a passage and, aside from a defensive claim made by Gandalf, we ended up right on the border of Rivendell. With the elves, as if I didn’t have enough hanging off my belt to remind me of them. Everything here is glowing- literally. The city sparkles. Have you been to Rivendell?

Radagast will not be a problem to spot- he has to be one of the only human figures in that forest, set aside the fact he has animals running towards him all the time. Follow the animals, find Radagast.

I feel like I should get a treat or something for Jax every time he’s here- he seems to like me somewhat which makes me pleased.

Have you made progress on your tasks? I know Gandalf gave you a lot to do, I hope you are not feeling overwhelmed.

As for my companions and I, we are all quite… short. Most of us have beards, and we all like drinking. Fili and Kili are kin to me, but everyone else is like a brother. I’ve known them all for some time, except our Master thief, Bilbo Baggins the Hobbit. He seems alright as well, for someone who is not of our people. As for myself, I’m a dwarf- through and through.

It seems a bit silly now, saying all of this not knowing what kind you are from. I do not mean offense to other races, and am glad of the assistance of everyone. Would it be bold for me to ask where you are from? I do enjoy writing to you and have noticed my letter becoming increasingly longer.

I hope I am not boring you, this is the longest I’ve ever written I believe.

Looking forward to hearing from you soon.

Signed,

Thorin Oakenshield

A smile spread across your face multiple times throughout the letter- he was joking with you.

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Another month passed and you had been chatting often with Thorin. You started another letter upon leaving Radagast.

Dear Thorin,

Your letters have been keeping me interested in the otherwise lonely trip over the last week. I have came into contact with no one since the last letter you sent. To be honest, rereading your letters has become a pastime of mine since there is little else I have of companionship.

It sounds strange to my ears that I could cherish a friendship formed in such a trying time with miles between us, but I do.

I realized I still have never answered your question as to what I am or what I look like- and I think at this point that you shall tell me no more of yourself physically and I will tell you nothing of me. I will meet you when we have finally recaptured what is yours and we will both be off guard. Does this sound sufficient to you?

Radagast is very… easy to spot. Could it be his sleigh that opened it up for no question? In a couple of days I shall be off again, making my way slightly closer to all of you. Where are you now? What has passed? You wrote very little in your last letter that I have been making assumptions and trying to examine what I do not see.

I hope I do not come off needy, and I will indeed write you again soon once I get on my way.

Waiting on your response.

Signed,

Y/N

You sent it out and got some things together, figuring out what to do.

In another day you received a letter back from Jax.

“That was quick, boy.” You offered him a treat to nibble on and he took it as you set out, trying to stop yourself from opening the letter at the news.

You moved on and to a smaller group of men that were supposed to aid Gandalf when he called for it. Midday, you decided finally to rest and pulled out the letter.

Lady Y/N,

I am glad to receive news from you, even after a difficulty befell us. I apologize for my last response as we did not have the time to stop for any longer- I hoped short news was better than no news to my favorite part of the days.

I confess I have also reread your letters and while I am not alone and surrounded by people, your letters are a great comfort to me.

I feel ashamed, however. You had been busy and I had not the time to write for a small amount of time and I fear I was snappy to one of our company, Master Baggins. In doing so, it led him away from us for a short amount of time and we had gotten captured in a weird underground lair.

We escaped, just barely, thanks to the assistance of Gandalf. We were backed up into a corner, fighting. And then something happened, something I did not expect- Bilbo Baggins from the Shire saved my life. We escaped on birds although I was slightly injured. Nothing serious, of course- one knows your imagination likes to run.

We can see it- Y/N. Our home, close enough to see it. I wish you could be here with us at the moment and I could point it out to you, it’s magnificent. In some ways it reminds me of you, parts of it are mysterious and dark with waves of beauty running through it.

This sounds silly, I know I cannot know all of this about you. I just feel a connection with you from my very core, which is strange for my kind. There is so much I feel I can talk to you about, so much more than if you were here. Maybe it is because I cannot see your reaction, however much I wish for you fast response.

Please, tell me I am not the only one with these strong feelings- that you feel something deeper than friendship for me as well. Tell me I am not fooling myself.

I can hardly await your response, whatever it might be.

Signed,

Thorin

Your heartbeat quickened, your cheeks filling with a blush. You wished to write a response but did not know where to start. You decided to wait until a little later- you walked and got to the place you needed to go for a ride. You rode part way through the night and got where you needed to be, ordering a large drink and finishing it before writing your response.

Dearest Thorin,

My Thorin,

You rubbed your head, crumpling the paper and grabbing a new one.

Thorin,

Your latest letter has given me much to think about, you have had quite the adventure. I really do not know where to begin.

I am glad to hear you are not harmed severely or I would have to harm you myself. You promised me a meeting after you win your home back, if you do not forget.

I have had a fairly dull adventure compared to all of you- I’ve mostly been debating with people on helping or not. I wish to see your home and ride on an eagle- let alone see the arches you mock in Rivendell. Alas, I have seen rivers and plains and hills and small villages. And Radagast, but you had already seen him as well.

I feel a strong connection with you too, although I hadn’t dared to dream you felt the same way about me. Could this be real? Could a dwarf I have never met and who has never laid eyes on me feel for me as I do, him? I wish there were not still months ahead of us to be apart yet I wish never to stop this writing with you. I am among some people now but I wonder what a night in your company would hold.

I wish for an eagle to pick me up and fly me to you so that we may chat- but I know how important numbers are going to be in the final battle and know my duty and pledge.

The only thing I wish is that I do not disappoint you when we meet- I hope you have not gotten an idealistic view of me in your head to which I will not fit.

At least for this trip, if nothing more, we are bound. If you meet me and wish me to go, I will. For the remainder of this trip, I wish to remain tied to you Thorin Oakenshield.

Yours,

Y/N

Before your buzz on your third large beer could wear off you sent Jax off. A blush remained on your cheeks as you looked through his last letter again.

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brobadil · 3 years ago

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The Dane of Erebor, Part 19

Title: The Dane of Erebor

Summary: They grew up on tales of that mountain. It was home to their people, but it was never home to her. She was destined to become the hero of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain, she was destined to protect a home that was never hers. To Lorelai, home was never a place, it was always a person. Her home was always with him.

Pairing: Fili x OC (Lorelai)

Word Count: 4135

Gandalf and Radagast stepped just out of earshot but not out of sight. One didn’t need to hear their words to know their discussion was dire. Their expressions alone told the entire story. Gandalf remained as stoic as ever, his only emotions came out in how he pursed or unpursed his lips. Radagast, however, had his fear and disbelief written all over his body. From his flabbergasted face all the way down to his anxious, fidgety hands.

“I wonder what they’re talking about,” I muttered.

My eyebrows were practically sewn together at that point as I tapped my fingers on my knees. The more anxious Radagast became, the more anxious I became. I knew nothing of who he was or what he wanted, but I knew it had to take a lot to make a wizard anxious. Even Gandalf pursed his lips tighter than I had ever seen them, something which made me wonder if he was nervous as well.

“What do wizards talk about?” Fili was examining his sword, “Magic and the sorts, I suppose.”

He looked straight down his weapon, examining both the cleanliness and sharpness of the blade. I shifted on the log we both sat on, tucking one of my legs under the other as I laid my head on his shoulder. With one arm wrapped around his back, I could easily see straight over his shoulder and down the very blade he was studying, “They look nervous.”

“How can you tell? Gandalf rarely smiles let alone looks nervous.”

“I-I don’t know, they just look nervous.”

Fili glanced over at me, his eyes barely making it through his twisted hair. I pushed it behind his ear in order to see his face more clearly. When I did, he smiled, “You get nervous when you’re tired.”

“What? Since when?”

“Since I’ve known you,” Fili chuckled, “Everything is fine, Gimlelul, they are just two friends having a chat and you are just exhausted.”

I wrinkled my nose at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m as fit as a fiddle.”

“One that is out of tune, perhaps.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but ended up yawning instead. Fili waited patiently, his smirk accompanying his tired eyes. I closed my mouth and frowned, “That means nothing.”

“You haven’t slept for two nights in a row,” Fili shifted so he could put his arm around me, “Nobody blames you for being exhausted.”

I curled up against his side, resting my hand and my head on his chest, “You’re no better off, you’ve been up with me.”

“Nonsense, I’ve gone far longer without sleep, this is nothing.”

I glanced up at him. His drooping eyes and slow movements told me otherwise. Whenever Fili would come home from the forges, he was always exhausted right down to his soul and his bones. There had been plenty of times I had seen him this exhausted and I knew all of the signs by heart. When he became that exhausted he would always twitch his nose in a way similar to Bilbo. Every so often, almost on a beat, his nose would twitch and he would blink twice. I watched as that very twitch came yet again.

“Is it now?” I smirked, “Your nose twitches when you’re exhausted.”

Fili quickly covered his nose with his hand, “What? No it doesn’t.”

“It’s twitching right now.”

“I’m covering it, how can you tell?”

“You always blink quickly after it twitches.”

Fili blinked twice, just accentuating my point. He sighed deeply, finally dropping his hand and his guard. A large yawn spread over his being, one that quickly transferred to me. He leaned further against a nearby tree, allowing his body to relax, “Perhaps you are right.”

“Two nights of no sleep takes out the best of us,” I reached up to cup his cheek, “You don’t have to hide it, Kurdel, nobody will think any less of you.”

He tilted his eyes downward and gave me a soft smile. Both of our eyes cut over to Thorin and neither of us needed to speak to know there was only one somebody I was referring to. Thorin was never hard on the boys, but it was his title and theirs that placed heavy expectations on them. Everyone in that company saw Fili as a great warrior, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was sure Thorin saw him as a worthy heir. There was only one person Fili felt as though he needed to prove himself to and it was the one person who never had any idea.

“How is it you always know what I’m feeling before even I do?” Fili’s voice was soft and low.

I pressed myself closer to him, “What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t?”

“And what kind of husband would I be?”

We met eyes and smiled, pulling each other closer. It was more than that, he knew it just as well as I did. We knew each other so deeply not because we were married, but because we were us. Because we had been the best of friends since day one and partners in every aspect of life. Our bond had roots tracing back to our births, and they had grown strong and deep. It was those roots that our relationship was built on and it was because of them that we knew each other so well.

For a moment, just a moment, the world was quiet. Our journey felt peaceful enough to finally close our eyes. With Fili comfortably situated against the tree, his arms around me as I practically melted into his side, we both closed our eyes. Fili’s breaths had evened out and mine weren’t too far behind by the time we were interrupted.

Just as I was about to cross the barrier into oblivion, a deep howl echoed across the valley. It wasn’t loud or abrupt, but it was peculiar enough to be startling. My eyes flung open just in time to see Bilbo jump to his feet, “Wolves? Are there wolves in these woods?”

“Wolves? No,” Bofur stood with his axe.

Most of the company were on their feet the moment they heard the howls. I was still half asleep, but awake enough to realize those were not any ordinary howls. Yet another deep howl resonated, this time closer, and I heard Dis mutter, “Wargs.”

My blood ran cold. I had never seen nor heard a warg before, but I had read enough to know we were in trouble. Where there was a warg there was always an orc or two following.

I bolted upright and quickly spun around. Gently shaking his shoulders, I said, “Fili, wake up.”

“Huh-wha-” Fili jerked awake and reached for his sword before he realized it was me, “Lorelai what’s-”

His answer came in a low growl. This one was so close, I could practically feel it. It took me just barely a moment to realize it was coming from the ledge directly above Fili and my heads.

All eyes went to the ledge above us as the warg came lunging down. Wargs were terrible creatures, they seemed like the living embodiment of fear. All mangled and brutish, they were more teeth and scars than living creatures. Those things were made to destroy, they didn’t care what exactly it was they destroyed only so long as it was bloody.

Fili and I were on our feet as the rest of the company shouted. The warg landed on Ori, but it didn’t have long to attack. Thorin went for the neck as Dis plunged her sword in its head. Fili and I came from the back and it was dead in an instant.

That wasn’t the end of it, where there is one there is always another. The second warg came flying through the bushes. We had barely taken notice of it before Thorin was shouting, “Kili!”

Kili jumped on the rock just behind Fili and me. He drew his bow and had an arrow notched and flying before I even had time to turn around. The arrow hit the warg right between the eyes, taking down before it made it to us.

“Warg scouts. Thorin,” Dis turned to her brother.

“That means an orc pack is not too far behind,” Thorin pulled his sword from the neck of the warg.

Bilbo’s spine went rigid, “Orcs?!”

“They found us,” Gandalf muttered before turning to Thorin, “Who did you tell of your quest?”

“Only those you see before you,” Thorin repeated.

Gandalf took several steps towards the dwarf, “Thorin, who did you tell?”

“No one! No one beyond my kin.”

“Gandalf, we told nobody,” Dis stepped between the wizard and dwarf, “However these orcs found us, they found us on their own.”

“You’re acting as if you expected this,” Fili addressed Gandalf and Thorin.

Thorin and Gandalf exchanged slow looks. That look alone told me they knew more than what they were letting on. Dis noticed as well, “What in Durin’s name is going on?”

“You are being hunted,” Gandalf answered.

“Oh Mahal.”

“Hunted?!” I whisper-shouted, “What does he mean hunted?!”

I turned to Fili who had the same dumbfounded look on his face. All eyes turned to Thorin as everyone felt as though he would be the only one with an answer. Keeping his face as straight as possible, Thorin turned to Gandalf, “I thought you stopped those with the price on my head.”

“Price on your head?!” Dis exclaimed, “What in Durin’s name is going on, Thorin?!”

“Gandalf intercepted a few vagabonds with a letter, written in the tongue of the orcs.”

“Someone wants his head, and they are willing to pay a hefty price for it,” Gandalf finished Thorin’s thought.

Thorin drew even more into himself. Meanwhile, I thought Dis was going to lose it right then and there. She turned to Thorin with a bright red face and her fists balled tightly at her side. I had known Dis long enough to know when she was angry, if the orcs didn’t get Thorin first, Dis would.

Dwalin, as stoic as ever, grumbled, “We have to get out of here.”

“We can’t!” Ori and Bifur came running over the nearby ledge, “We have no ponies, they bolted.”

Fili and I grabbed onto each other as the news washed over us. It felt like we were trapped, we were basically dinner served on a silver platter. The orcs would be on top of us at any moment and that would be the end of our journey before it had even begun.

“We have to do something!” Bofur exclaimed, “We can’t just sit here and let them take us!”

Kili frowned, “We could hide in the troll caves.”

“They’ll smell us and we’ll be cornered,” Fili responded.

“Through the mountains then?”

“We won’t be able to climb fast enough.”

“I’ll draw them off.”

All eyes turned to Radagast. His earlier anxiety had vanished and was replaced with an excited sort of confidence. He held his hands up to his chest, his fists balled as he smirked at all of us. Gandalf’s robes blew out as he spun on his friend, “These are Gundabad wargs, they will outrun you.”

“These are ruscabell rabbits,” Radagast took a step forward, “I’d like to see them try.”

Gandalf was silent for barely a moment longer as he stared at Radagast. Tightening his grip on his staff, he said, “Very well. All of you, get out your weapons and stay low, follow my lead.”

Radagast ran back to his sled as the rest of us followed Gandalf’s instruction. We all pulled out our weapons and crouched underneath the very same boulder ledge the wargs had just jumped from. On the opposite side were rolling plains with nothing but golden grass and several boulders perfect for hiding behind.

All of us waited patiently, quietly, and nervously. On my left, Fili had such a tight grip on his sword I thought his fingers might fall off. On my right, Bofur was practically hugging his hammer and muttering under his breath unintelligibly. I kept a tight grip on both of my axes as I held them still at my sides.

Radagast’s departure was announced by an exploding bush and a shrill yell from him. I could hear him take his sled past our rock, it made crinkling noises against the grass as it flew past. He circled around and began to lead the orcs in the exact opposite direction.

“Now, come on,” Gandalf began to hurry into the plains, “Everybody follow me.”

We moved all in a line, each of us as quiet as the wind. Our heads were kept low and our breaths held, but our eyes stayed wide open. Nothing on those plains was missed with so many eyes looking around.

Gandalf led us through the golden fields topping rolling hills. The golden grass was quickly interrupted by constant boulders. It seemed like an entire mountain had fallen apart in those otherwise seamless fields. We had to dodge rock and orc alike as we made our escape.

I followed the company down a small incline and almost instantly slipped. The rocks were either perfectly smooth or jagged and loose, there was no inbetween. These in particular were smooth and I wasn’t the only one sliding. Ori landed on his bottom as Gloin nearly fell on his face. Fili managed to grab my jacket and pull me back before I met the same fate.

Gandalf led us on for barely a minute. We passed a grouping of boulders and he lost his position. Emerging from behind him and taking us on the safest route she could find was The Lady Dis.

“Everyone, stay close to the rocks,” Dis pressed herself up against a boulder just as she instructed, “They’ll hide us at least for the moment.”

She peered around the boulder and gestured for us to follow. No sooner had we come around the corner than we were quickly rushing back. On the hill just above us, Radagast flew by followed by several orcs and wargs. I nearly tripped over myself in an effort to swing around and return to the rocks.

We had to have doubled back at least twice, perhaps even more. It seemed that, no matter where we turned, there were orcs and wargs. They came from all angles despite never breaking from the pack.

“They’re everywhere,” Ori’s voice trembled as he spoke.

“Our only chance is to hide,” Dis scanned the entire field with her eyes, “But there’s nothing but boulders and open plains.”

Gandalf stepped forward, “There is a place right up ahead where we may seek shelter.”

“What place?”

Gandalf met Dis’ eyes but said nothing. A look of instant understanding washed over Dis’ face, and she spared a glance at Thorin. He was too focused on the orcs running just behind us to notice anything was amiss. Dis turned back to Gandalf, “Lead on, then.”

“Where are we going?” Kili asked.

“Somewhere safe,” Gandalf was once again at the head of the pack, “Pray that we make it in time.”

Gandalf took us into the small opening between patches of boulders. Every one of us sprinted across the field, doing our best to move fast yet quietly. I had to run with a hand on either of my axes to keep them from jingling, and my run ended up more like a waddle. Fili wasn’t better off, he had to hug both his pack and his swords to keep them silent.

I was at the very end of the group as we made it to the next batch of boulders. The rest of the company all pressed themselves against one boulder as I was still trailing behind. I was just slow enough to see one orc break off from the pack and run to the exact boulder where we were hiding.

He turned quickly and I was nearly spotted. Just before he could see me, however, I lunged forward the last few steps. Fili caught me before I could slam my head into the boulder, and he followed me to the ground.

“We’ve got company,” I muttered, turning my eyes to where the orc stood.

The wargs growls were deep and guttural, I could feel it shake through my bones. Behind his growl came the sniffing and groaning of the orc along with the unmistakable sound of a weapon being drawn.

The entire company froze. Nobody dared move, few dared to breathe. Fili was still in a crouch as I was on my knees, both of us with one hand on each other and the other wrapped tightly around our weapons. All eyes pointed upwards, all eyes except for two.

Dis was staring at Kili. The dwarf in question met her eyes and lifted an eyebrow. With a tiny nod, she told her son all he needed to know. Slowly, Kili moved to notch an arrow. His movements were so slow they were almost incomprehensible. I had barely noticed what was happening before Kili took a deep breath and ran out from the boulder.

The orc shouted, but never got the chance to call his companions. One of Kili’s arrows killed the warg while the other took down the orc. Both tumbled to the ground and were tackled by a volley of dwarves. By the time we were finished, there was no life left in either of them.

“That’ll teach him not to mess with dwarves,” I got a high five each from both Fili and Kili.

“Uhm, I don’t-” Bilbo hesitated, twitching his ears, “I don’t hear running anymore.”

The field had suddenly gone silent when just moments before we could hear an entire orc pack on the run. There were no more growls, no more shouts, and no more roars. My entire body froze as a shout rang through the valley.

I recognized that shout as a comprehensible language but not one I knew. For a moment, I blinked, focused on trying to decipher even a little bit of what was said. It sounded so grossly different from any other language I knew before, I couldn’t quite tell.

“Lorelai, come on!” Fili had grabbed my arm and was dragging me across the field.

I blinked rapidly and turned to face them. The entire company was on the move, and they didn't care to move silently anymore. We had been spotted and all our precautions were out the window. All we could do now was move and move fast to this supposed safe haven Gandalf spoke of.

We were out in the open now where anyone could see us. The boulders were getting thinner and the fields longer. There might as well have been targets on our back from how vulnerable we were.

The orcs chased us up a small hill and to a batch of trees. I expected us to go over the hill and keep running, but we unexpectedly stopped. Thorin and Dis stopped first and everybody else ran into them. It was Thorin who said, “They’re ahead of us.”

“And behind,” Dis responded, “They’ve surrounded us.”

The shouts and roars came from all angles, it seemed like the fields were mostly orcs at that time. Without even thinking, Fili and I went back to back, our weapons held out and our guards up. The entire company did the same. Though we separated ever so slightly, we had each other's backs.

“They’re coming from the right!” I shouted as I spotted several orcs coming up the hill.

“And the left!” Kili exclaimed, “They’re everywhere!”

“Everybody stand your ground!” Thorin shouted, “Kili, shoot as many as you can!”

I spun my axes in my hands and held them up, ready and waiting to plunge them into any orc that came near. Any exhaustion I had moments before was gone, replaced with pure unbridled adrenaline. It was the sort that made my entire body turn into a lightning bolt as I felt like I could easily run straight up to the moon. Adrenaline could easily save your life, or get you killed, you just had to know how to use it.

“There’s more coming!” Dwalin shouted.

Thorin responded, “Stand your ground, everybody!”

Not even an entire day had passed and, yet again, it felt like the journey was over before it even began. As the orcs got closer, my adrenaline got higher, and I felt as though this would be our last battle. It wasn’t quite as heroic or grand as I expected, we didn’t even make it to the Misty Mountains.

This journey had more ends than beginnings, but each and every one was stopped at the very last moment. Gandalf popped up from behind the last boulder in sight and shouted, “This way, you fools!”

Very few eyes turned to him. He stood behind the boulder and I vaguely realized he was much shorter than he should be. His arms were waving wildly as he beckoned us forward.

Thorin was the first to run to Gandalf. He jumped onto the very same small boulder Gandalf had just vanished behind and shouted, “Come on, all of you!”

Nobody hesitated. Almost the entire company rushed towards the boulders. I watched as Bofur and Bombur both vanished behind the boulder, followed by two soft thuds and a flailing Bifur. Balin and Dwalin weren’t too far behind, with Ori, Nori, and Dori right behind them. Thorin had to cut down an orc as Bilbo, Oin, and Gloin jumped down.

Only Dis, Fili, Kili, and I remained outside of the hole. Fili cut down an orc as I took out his warg. As soon as they were down, Dis turned to us and shouted, “Go! Both of you!”

“Amad!” Fili shouted.

“I’m right behind you, I promise.”

Fili and I exchanged glances, but didn’t argue. We held tightly to each other as we sprinted across the field. As we got closer, Thorin shouted, “Dis! Kili! Come on!”

I spared a glance over my shoulder just long enough to see Kili still shooting the wargs. Dis ran up to him and grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the battle and towards our escape.

Fili jumped over the boulder first with me close behind. While he went in feet first, I got turned around and ended up sliding down backwards. Fili wrapped an arm around my waist and managed to keep me from falling into the dirt by the time we made it to the end of the small slide.

Thorin, Dis, and Kili were close behind. They fell into the slide, enver once dropping their weapons and their guard. As Gandalf counted us off, we all listened intently to the orcs still approaching.

It seemed off to me that we would hide in a cave. The orcs were getting closer and we were more cornered now than we ever had been before. It seemed like a poor place to hide to me, but I trusted Gandalf. It was because of that trust that I held my ground.

I was caught off guard when the sound of a horn echoed through the valley. This horn was majestic and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the brutish horns of the orcs. I listened intently as Bilbo asked, “What’s that? More orcs?”

“No, no, Mister Baggins, those aren’t orcs,” Gandalf smiled ever so slightly.

I could hear arrows whizzing as well as someone shouting in a different language. The second shout sounded much closer and easily recognizable. My face lit up as I whispered, “They’re speaking elvish- it’s the elves.”

Thorin’s face almost instantly darkened. He looked more upset about the coming of elves than he did of the orcs. Had there been an elf before him, he might have swung at them, as is he tightened his grip on his sword.

One of the orcs came too close to the entrance to the cave and was quickly taken down. The body rolled down the slope, landing at our feet. Several members of the company jumped back as others held out their weapons. It was only when Gandalf poked the body with his staff that we knew he was dead.

“What are elves doing here?” Dis muttered.

Thorin pulled out the elven arrow from the throat of the orc and sneered. Turning to Gandalf, he shot a glare filled with malice and contempt. The look Gandalf returned made me believe this had been his plan all along.

“I cannot see where the pathway leads!” Dwalin shouted from the very back of the cave, “Do we follow it or not?!”

Bofur was the first to follow him, “Follow it, of course!”

“I think that would be wise,” Gandalf muttered to himself as the entire company followed Dwalin.

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