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rattyoakenbitch · 4 years

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Hey there! can I request an angst-smut starring Fili and the human reader? she was sucked into Middle Earth, taken from her life back on earth as one of the most well acclaimed surgeon in her country, Fili recognized her as his One yet all she wants is to get her old life back because she has worked so hard for it (even though she enjoys her adventure with the company), Fili asked her “Can you pretend to love me back just for tonight?” as they make love for the first and last time Thank you!

hii! thank you for the request! it’s my actually my first, so i was a bit nervous while working on this. there won’t be as much smut as you may have expected because i wouldn’t consider myself to be good at writing it. and this may be a bit longer than i intended it to be. there is a timeskip so i don’t have to write a whole lot, in case you wanted to get to the fili x reader part quicker. hope you enjoy it! <3

pairings: fili x modern reader

warnings: slight smut, angst

You awake, feeling your head pound. You looked at your surroundings, and nothing seemed familiar. You didn’t even remember how you got there. You stood up and dusted yourself off. Your blue cargo pants were dirtied, along with your white top and cardigan. You decided to get a better look at the place; It looked like a forest, but you lived in an urban area, and there was no way God just decided to move a forest right by your city. Despite your weak state, you continued to explore. In other situations, you’d be very excited. You always dreamed of having your own little adventures, but all you wanted to do was go back home. Off in the distance, you saw a light, and heard faint chattering. You cautiously approached the camp, and ducked. There were three hideous trolls circled around a campfire. You nearly threw up at the repulsive stench they emitted, and the fear arising in you. There was no way this could be real. You tried pinching yourself and smacking yourself in the face, but to no avail. As much as you were in denial, thinking this to be a nightmare, something felt real about it.

The trolls continued to argue back and forth, unaware of the smaller creature behind them. You watched the “child” intently. You really couldn’t do much but watch the events unfold. The gathering of trolls soon caught the child and started to interrogate him. “What are ya? An oversized squirrel?” Stuttering, the small man responded, “I’m a burglar- a Hobbit!”

Okay, this wasn’t a child. Whatever this Hobbit creature was, must be some sort of teenier version of a human. The trolls continued to chase the Hobbit, and eventually got a hold of him. Then, one of the trolls let out an ear-piercing, pained shriek. “Drop him!” Your eyes darted to the source of the voice. Below the injured troll stood a short man, dressed in some medieval looking clothing, with a stubble beard and chocolate-brown hair cascading down his shoulder. He wielded a sword and pointed it up to the troll fearlessly. “You what?!”

“I said,” the man swung the sword around his hand effortlessly. “Drop him.” As the troll was told, he dropped the Hobbit.. right atop man. At that, a whole group of abnormally short men (ranging from 4′5 - 4′9) leaped out of their hiding spots and charged at the trolls. The battle was short lived when the Hobbit was captured again. The trolls demanded the men surrender, or they’d tear the Hobbit apart. So surrender they did, and soon enough, they were thrown into sacks. While some men were set aside in a pile, the other group were tied onto a spit above a fire, making a Dwarf kebab. Among all the clamoring, one troll suggested, “They should be sautéed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage!” The troll continued to circle the Dwarves with a hungry look in its eyes.

“That does sound quite nice,” the first troll agreed.

“Eh, never mind the seasoning. We ain’t got all night! Dawn ain’t far away. I don’t fancy being turned into stone.” You processed the troll’s words, and an idea popped into your head. It may not work, but you wanted to give it a shot. Taking a breath, you stepped out into the light.

“You’re making a terrible mistake!” All eyes were on you now. The pile of Dwarves watched you curiously, scanning you from head to toe. One particular Dwarf’s eyes lingered on you. Though you couldn’t see him all of him well, you noticed the intricate braids in his long, blonde hair, and his stunning eyes. You snapped out of your short daze when one Dwarf from the kebab spoke up.

“You can’t reason with them! They’re half-wits!”

“Half wits? What does that make us?!”

“No, I meant with the seasoning!” The biggest troll leaned over to get a look at you.

“What about the seasoning?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Haven’t you smelt them? You’re going to need something stronger than sage if you want a better meal!”

“What do you know about cooking Dwarf?” another troll asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Shut up! Let the kind lady speak,” the troll in front of you said.

You stammered, now not knowing where to go with this. “Uhm, the secret to cooking Dwarf is.. to skin them first!”

More shouting arose from the Dwarves.

“What a load of rubbish! I’ve eaten plenty with their skin on.”

“You’re right,” the smallest troll said, picking up the fattest Dwarf from the pile. “Nothing wrong with a bit of raw Dwarf!” Before he got the chance to stick the Dwarf in his mouth, you interfered. “No-- Not that one! He looks infected!”

“You what?”

“He’s got parasites..”

With a disgusted look on its face, the troll threw the Dwarf back onto the ground. “In fact, they’ve all got parasites! It’s a risky business and I wouldn’t eat them if I were you,” you shrugged. As confident as you sounded, inside, you were trembling in fear.

“What would you have us do, then? Let em all go? You don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to?!”

“This little ferret is taking us for fools!”

“The dawn will take you all!” You all spun around to look at a tall figure standing on a rock, staff in hand. He looked like one of those cliche wizard characters from the storybooks you read as a child. Then, the wizard stabbed his staff into the boulder, splitting it to let the sunlight flow into the forest. Soon as the sunlight came in contact with the trolls, they were turned to stone. You blinked, processing what had just happened. “Is this for real?” You mumbled to yourself. At this point, you were convinced you weren’t dreaming, and definitely in a whole other world.

“Hey, you saved us.” You turned your head and met eyes with the blonde Dwarf who was eyeing you earlier. He was still looking at you curiously. After all, you were from a different world and probably dressed way different than the way women dressed here.

“Oh, uhm, it was nothing,” you muttered nervously.

“What’s a woman like you doing out here?”

“Well, it’s a long story..”

Since then, you’ve been traveling with The Company. The blonde Dwarf, who turned out to be named “Fili” and his brother “Kili” were very interested in stories about your world. You explained to them how you managed to get there, why you dressed the way you did, etc. It didn’t take much convincing and they all believed you. You grew closer with Thorin’s Company, especially Fili. The way he looked at you made your heart flutter like no other man has. Fili was very kind, not to mention brave and at times, playful. You made a strong connection with him, and you almost wanted to stay in Middle Earth just for the sake of being with Fili. But every day, your family, job, house, and all the things of your world crossed your mind. You knew you had to find of way of getting home. It would break both of your hearts if you eventually found a way to return to your own world. So you started to become more distant with Fili, hoping not too catch feelings or get too attached. Fili was quick to catch on as soon as you started to cut conversations short and distance yourself from The Company. One night when he had the chance, he figured he’d confront you about it.

You sat alone in the dark, away from the campfire where the rest of the Dwarves were gathered, singing to yourself. You were unaware that Fili wasn’t far off, just coming to talk to you. He stopped when he heard you singing.

Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin and bone Hello, welcome home...

“That was beautiful, Y/N.” Startled, you nearly jumped from your seat. You realized it was Fili who spoke, and calmed down. Without another word, he came to sit beside you.

“Oh, thanks. It’s just a song from my world..”

He hummed, “Do you miss your world?” You didn’t make eye contact with Fili, and instead continued to stare off into the sky.

“More than anything. Gandalf said he’d take me to Rivendell and speak with some Elves to see if there’s a way I can get back home..” Fili felt his heart shatter. You were going back home? As much as he liked you, he knew it would be selfish to make you stay in a place you didn’t belong in.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something..”

You give him a confused look, and turn to face him. “And what’s that?” He took a breath and opened his mouth to speak, but stayed silent and shook his head. “Fili?”

“I don’t know if this is a thing in your world, but us each of us Dwarves have a One. Which means we only have one love, and we don’t marry after that, so..-”

“Fili, what are you trying to say?” you ask, heart beating fast. Is he about to say what you think he is?

He sighs and takes your hand in his. “As soon as I saw you in the forest, I knew you were my One. You may not feel the same since we’re born in different worlds, and I know you’re going to have to leave, but please..” Fili gives you a sad look, causing tears to well in your eyes.

“Can you pretend to love me back just for tonight?”

“I don’t have to pretend,” you say. At that, he pulls you into a sweet, passionate kiss. You don’t fight back, and wrap your arms around his shoulder while straddling him, deepening the kiss. Fili’s hands wander up the tunic you had borrowed from him, cupping your breasts. You let out a small moan into the kiss, encouraging him to keep going. He parted from the kiss, and placed his soft lips on your neck, slowly moving down to your collarbone as if he was trying to memorize your skin. You pulled your arms away from him and quickly undid your tunic, throwing it off you. Fili moved back to get a good look at you, causing you to blush.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful.” The way your named rolled off his tongue sent tingles done your spine.

“Your turn,” you say boldly, catching him off guard. He quickly undos his own tunic, shrugging it off him. You ran your hands up and down his chest, causing him to shiver slightly. He again dove in to attack your neck with kisses, now more eager but no less gentle. He continued to litter your chest with kisses and love bites, until he made it to the waistband of your pants. Fili looked up at you with longing eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life, Fili. Please.”

He went back in for another kiss and slowly lowered you onto the grass. Without parting the kiss, Fili tugged at your pants, and eventually pulled it off, leaving you in your undergarments. He again leaned back to get a look at your body from head to toe. Fili began rubbing your inner thighs, but moved up to caress your face lovingly.

“I’m going to miss this..”

“Then treasure it tonight, my love.”

#fili x reader #fili x you #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit angst

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theartofbeinganeldar · 4 years

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 3

Summary: You, a fantasy-loving LARPing human from Earth, got dropped into Middle-Earth with no recollection of the place except for bits and pieces. Lord Fabulous Elvenking has given you three days to find the portal from which you came, with the aide of his son Legolas, who you've taken to calling "Blue-Eyes." If you don't find the portal, you're to be taken back to the palace for a swift execution...

Chapter No.: Chapter 2

Key:

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

Notes: I actually researched the languages using a website called elfdict,but I don’t know if the orcish is correct...

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

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

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

Starting at dawn every day, you, Legolas, and the troop of Elves searched repeatedly for the portal. You threw yourself off of the tree countless times. You laid in the spot for hours. At one point, the Elves had even used some kind of sheet made of leaves and their supernatural strength to fling you up like a trampoline to see if the portal was aboveground.

Nothing happened.

As the days wore on, you grew more and more bitter. Every move felt exhausting, and like there was no use: you couldn't get back to your family.

You couldn't live here. There seemed to be no point of your existence anymore.

Somewhere around sunset of the second day, Blue-Eyes noticed your sudden lack of enthusiasm. "May I ask what troubles you?"

You scoffed. "Why do you care? I'll be dead in about forty-eight hours anyway. What I feel doesn't matter."

"I beg to differ," Legolas took a seat beside you; you scooted a couple of inches away. "You are in our world now, so you will go to our gods for judgement when you die."

You frowned. You'd always been kinda an atheist. "The Valar?"

Legolas nodded. "Yes. The Valar. Your feelings before death will determine whether or not you'll be given a good place among them."

You rolled your eyes. "You're kidding, right? They'll judge me for being pissed off and upset 'cause I can't get back to my own world to see my family, then killed just for breathing on Lord Fabulous's precious trees? They can go fuck themselves."

His face was priceless. If you hadn't been so pissed, you might've laughed. "...Lord... Fabulous? And, while I have my doubts about your recent hand gesturing, I do know that what you just said is most likely vulgar. Have respect for the Valar."

You snorted. "First of all, fabulous means somebody who loves dressing in the best and most well-liked outfits of the time, while also being very uppity and acting like they're God's gift to humanity. Second of all, yeah, that is vulgar, and no I will not take it back. Third, how fucking dare you, sir, to tell me to respect some candy-ass bitches up in the sky who'll judge me for having feelings."

Legolas shook his head. "Alright, ass is a word we do have here, as is candy. I can get the gist of that meaning. I cannot force you to have respect for them, especially when they brought you here."

You glared at him. "Yeah, whatever. Just leave me alone."

Blue-Eyes sighed. "As you wish."

You turned away, scrunching up into yourself against the night chill.

On the edge of night...

All shall fade...

With a huff, you curled up where you were and tried to fall asleep.

A beautiful copper dragon sat before you on a mound of gold. "Do you think flattery will keep you alive?"

"N-no..." Said the silhouette of a very small person.

"No indeed," Confirmed the dragon. He began to prowl around. "You seem familiar with my name, but I don't remember smelling your kind before. Who are you, and where do you come from, if I may ask?"

The dream flipped.

You stood between two Elves in silver robes, one of which was Blue-Eyes, looking sullen. "Tell me," Said the other Elf, "Where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him."

Legolas's crystal blue eyes glistened with tears, but he held them back. He'd never seemed like one to cry. "He was taken by both shadow and flame. A balrog of Morgoth."

The dream--no, vision-- changed again.

Before you was an old man in blue-gray robes with a long gray beard and pointed hat, smiling kindly up at what looked like a child. You couldn't turn your head to see. "A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins, nor is he ever early. He arrives precisely when he means to."

The visions flashed in your mind quickly now, too fast for you to discern much from them.

"Sauron's forces are massing in the east."

"This is no mere ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor. You owe him your allegiance."

"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."

"I ain't droppin' no eaves, Mister Frodo!"

"I choose a mortal life."

"The beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid!"

"He is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, the true King under the Mountain."

"You have the gift of foresight. What did you see?"

"Arwen..."

"What did you see?"

"I saw death. Your death."

"But there is also life. You saw my son."

"You have my sword."

"And my bow."

"And my axe!"

"If this is what the council decides, then Gondor will see it is done."

"Things that were... Things that are... And things that have not yet come to pass."

"Did he offer you a bargain?"

"Yes. I refused."

"A bargain was our only hope..."

"Have you forgotten what happened to Dale?"

"I am fire... I am...Death."

~ominous as fuck time skip~

You woke with a start, the dragon's words still echoing in your head. You knew over half of those names, deep in your mind... Sauron, Morgoth, balrog, Thorin, Frodo, Aragorn, Gandalf... You knew the voices, too. But you couldn't place any of them.

The Elves were already awake (With the sun as usual.), readying their breakfast of weeds.

You frowned. Why should you be concerned with why this place sounds familiar if you weren't going to be here much longer? You got up, and prepared to search for the portal-- you didn't want any breakfast, especially when it was nothing but dandelion fluff and sparkles.

"You are not breaking your fast?" Blue-Eyes asked you, and at first you thought he was using Elvish slang.

"You mean I'm not eating breakfast?"

"If that is how you say it in your world, yes."

You shrugged. "I'll be dead later anyway. What's the point?"

Legolas sighed. "To keep up your strength to find your way back. What if you arrive back on your world in the middle of the wilderness, like you did here? You will have no supplies, and I doubt you know much about foraging."

You huffed. "You know what? Screw off. I don't want anything to eat, and you can fucking deal with that."

He looked up in exasperation, probably praying to his Valar for you to stop being such a nuisance. "You use that word an awful lot."

"What word?"

"Fuck."

Then you almost busted out laughing, because a fancy pretty sparkly Elf, even if he was deadly, saying a modern cuss word was too funny.

He blinked. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

You snorted, crossing your arms. "Do you even know what the definition of that word is?"

"No." You gestured for him to come closer, then whispered the meaning into his ear. He sprang back wildly with wide eyes and a profoundly disgusted expression. "Dear Valar, I will never repeat a word you say again unless I am sure of what it means!" His eyes widened even further. "Wait... You just told the gods to perform impossible sexual acts on themselves! And the day before you told me to..." He stopped short, appalled.

"Yuh-huh. Just now gettin' that, goldie? For shame upon me." A thought struck you. "Wait, do Elves even have sex like humans? Do you even know what I'm talking about?"

He blushed a little. "Find the portal. Quickly." He awkwardly left, sparing you a quick glance like "wtf."

You grinned maliciously, then went back to your search.

By sundown, nothing was found. You stared down at the patch where you'd originally landed, wishing for all the world that you'd been born normal, with maybe a slight love for fantasy. Why? Why had you wished, for all of your life, that you'd been transported elsewhere? Now you were, but... You didn't have your family. Without them, you couldn't function right. You just couldn't imagine never seeing them again.

The Elves were already leaving, except for Blue-Eyes. He stood by your side for a minute, as if you were both staring at a grave. You might as well have been. "Bury me here, will you? Maybe my family will find my body. And kill me as non-messily as possible, please? Like, an arrow to the heart'll do."

Blue-Eyes stiffly patted your back. You went ramrod straight-- you'd always hated touch contact. "I will pray for you." He followed his comrades, who were already a good ways back to the river, spread out through the forest. You half considered running in the opposite direction, but you'd be dead before you even so much as got to the ridge where the first of the big dogs had attacked you.

You sighed, and forced yourself to move forward; you gasped as your ankle slipped into a rut, and you yanked it out, arms spread wide for balance. You gave the ground the dirtiest look you could muster, which quickly faded to stunned silence. You leaned down, and scraped more of the dried leaves away...

Your breath caught in your throat. "Blue-Eyes!"

Legolas was at your side in a moment. "Did you find it?"

"I don't know!" You stood and gestured to what you'd found. An inscription, in a language you couldn't read. "It was buried under the leaves."

"Can you read it?"

"Obviously not, dumbass. Is it Elvish?"

Blue-Eyes knelt, tilting his head slightly to read it. His hand grazed the writing. "It is a form of old Elvish, used in the time of Gondolin. This has been here for a very, very long time." He gave you a look. "Forgive me, I'd thought you'd written it at first." You thought about smacking him upside the head, but with everybody suddenly around you again and ready to attack, you thought better of it. Legolas turned back to the writing.

After an almost unspeakably long amount of time, you got impatient. "What's it say, dammit?!"

Legolas shook his head slowly. "I am sorry. Truly, I am. If we had seen this earlier..."

"What does it say, Legolas?!"

He stood, and looked you in the eyes, sympathetic. "'The way is shut. There is no going back. The way is shut, until next fiery moonlight.'"

Your face lit up. "R-really?! Then that means all we have to do is wait for a full moon, right?! That's usually what it is! Full moon at midnight for stuff like this, in all the books! Do you think Lord Fabulous could extend my sentence--"

"[Y/N]," It was the first time he'd used your name, and it made you freeze. "The night you arrived, the moon was full. But it was also a Firemoon. It means you cannot return to your world until the next Firemoon."

Your hopes slowly fell, but you were determined not to succumb to the panic that was quickly rising. "H-how much longer till the next one?"

Legolas put a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to understand.

"Firemoons only happen once every thousand years, [Y/N]." The words were like being hit by a semi going full speed on the highway-- sudden, fatal, and unbelievable. "You cannot go home."

Everything suddenly seemed far away, like you were seeing this from someone else's perspective. Everything went quiet, at least to you. The world seemed to spin. You dropped to your knees, and you were vaguely aware of Blue-Eyes saying, "I am sorry..."

You didn't know what to do. I can't go home... I can't go home...

I can't go home.

Your breaths came in panicked, short bursts. Even if it killed you, you took off running. Maybe if you ran for long enough, you'd wake up from this nightmare. Then you could pretend you were in some fantasy world with your family this time. You expected to be shot in the back, but you heard Blue-Eyes shout an order in Elvish, and instead, about three or four individual Elves followed you. You don't know how long you ran; tears streamed from your cheeks. Your lungs burned. Your legs felt like Jello. You collapsed at one point, and screamed, though you couldn't hear it. You screamed until your throat was raw. You were vaguely aware of a few Elves nearby, but you ignored them.

All shall...

In all the chaos, it wasn't long before you blacked out.

...Fade...

~emo time skip~

When you woke up, it was midmorning. Birds chirped endlessly on, the happiest goddamned creatures in the world. A couple of Elves talked quietly amongst themselves in hushed voices and in Elvish. You were laying on your back, and somebody had covered you up in a blanket. The smell of something good-- not that anything was, at this point--filled the air. It smelled like cinnamon and walnuts, like Christmas.

With a sigh, you cracked your swollen eyes open. Legolas sat cross-legged beside you, checking his bowstring and polishing the wood. He smiled half-heartedly at you. "You are awake."

Obviously. You didn't say anything. You didn't want to talk. Or think. Legolas sighed, placing his bow across his lap. "We must head for the palace. My father will wonder what is keeping us."

Yeah, gotta kill me as quick as possible... Death is better than this, anyway.

Legolas gave the order, and the Elves started to pack up. You laid monotone and still for the length of it, until Blue-Eyes gave you the signal to get up. Then you walked slowly behind them, every step a chore. You'd barely reached the river, and you were exhausted. And still, that damned song was going through your head...

Home is behind...

The world ahead...

All shall fade...

You knew that your dream last night had been connected to this place, whatever it was. Did that mean this song was, too? You were half tempted to ask Blue-Eyes, but you decided you weren't worthy of talking to any of these fantastical fantasy beings, even if they were going to kill you in t-minus some hours.

The company suddenly halted. Blue-Eyes had a hand raised, and all the Elves's weapons had materialized in their hands. Blue-Eyes was quiet, listening...

An eerie howl cut through the trees, chilling you to your bones. Was that one of those big dogs that carried orcs? A horn followed the howl, and all the Elves strung their bows and readied their weapons. "Gundabad yrch!" Legolas proclaimed-- you were going to assume that yrch meant orcs. He went on to give a bunch of other orders, and the Elves took off running; if it were up to you, you'd've stopped running and let the dogs have you for dinner.

But apparently Legolas seen that, and grabbed your upper arm to drag you along beside him. Damn him... The rest of the Elves were suddenly ignoring Blue-Eyes's orders. Half of them went off into the trees in the direction of the horn and howl, and the other half formed a protective circle around him-- and you, coincidentally.

Blue-Eyes barked an order at them which they ignored, but all of you stopped short when you seen what awaited you on the far bank; the way back to the palace.

Six massive wargs, more wolflike than the ones from before, with orcs a hell of a lot uglier than the ones from before sitting atop their backs, with black bows and jagged, haphazard swords. In the direction the other Elves had gone, there was more howling. Shit. If you cared about your survival right now, you'd've been terrified. But you almost enjoyed the thought of death, if it hadn't been so gruesome.

Blue-Eyes scanned the bank. There were more orcs nearby, on foot, and several more wargs. One of the Elves moved faster than you could see, snatching a sleek gold horn on his hip and blowing hard before Legolas could stop him.

The Elf-- it was the one that'd found your hair dye repulsive the other day-- hardly got a note out before an arrow lodged itself in his throat. The note trailed off into a gurgle as blood sprayed from the wound. Droplets splattered onto you, and you recoiled; you'd never seen death. You'd been to a funeral once or twice, but never this. He fell backward, and the river swiftly carried his body away.

Legolas shouted an order, and the Elves readied themselves for battle. But there wouldn't be one just yet, despite the death of that Elf. The lead orc-- a nasty, pale gray orc with swollen eyes and a protruding mouth, tall and thick, his forehead covered in scars-- stepped off of his warg, which was bigger than the rest.

He came about halfway before stopping. "A truce?" One of the Elves asked-- Common was probably hard to speak for orcs, so they resorted to it to keep from being understood. It made sense.

Legolas didn't take his eyes off of the orc, but shook his head. "That is Bolg, spawn of Azog the Defiler. He would not make any truce with us, nor would any other orc. They are beyond reason, and think only of blood and death." Bolg... Azog... Now you really knew these names... But why?

"Albai," The orc snarled; his voice was deep. "Dorzog ajog lum trov!"

"Emme uva!" Legolas cried. "Sin nor yara ana Aran Thranduil!"

Thranduil... You knew that name. But the fact that they were conversing in orcish and Elvish was astounding. One must've came from the other, and you were just going to assume that it was the orcish that came from Elvish.

Bolg's already disgusting face scrunched up into a frown. "Vol lat diig!" The orc raised an arm; you recognized the movement as a signal to fire. The Elves scrambled around wildly yet gracefully to avoid the arrows, but you barely moved; an arrow got you right in the bare part of your upper arm, and another grazed your ear. Still, you didn't move, praying for one to hit you in the head or heart or something. You hardly felt the pain.

As the battle took place around you, you zoned out. You caught glimpses of a bloodied Elven corpse, or a dismembered orc, and of course, blood was everywhere. The river ran red. You just wished it would end...

A grunt nearby brought you out of your trance.

It was Blue-Eyes, being pinned down by a warg's paw on his chest, another on his left arm. He flipped the dagger in his good hand and stabbed it violently into the warg's shoulder. The beast howled in agony, but only pushed down harder; Legolas's eyes widened as he realized the knife was stuck. The warg snarled, and opened its jaws, savoring the taste of fear before it would bite down...

None of this is his fault. He shouldn't have to die.

The warg had dismissed you as unthreatening. One of the Elves lay dead on the rocks nearby, a longblade in her hand as she stared with unseeing eyes to the sky, mouth agape. You snatched the weapon from her already-stiffening grasp. It was heavy. But it was sharp as hell.

In two leaps, you'd reached the warg, which looked to you in confusion, then recognition, with a growl. You brought the sword down, slicing deep into the creature's face. It wailed in an echo of a voice, and released Legolas, pawing at the wound; Legolas whipped his bow out like an OP follower and shot that dog point blank.

You let go of the hilt, stunned. Blue-Eyes inclined his head. "You have my deepest thanks, [Y/N.]. You saved my life."

You just nodded in shock.

Legolas raced back into the battle, leaving you to your own. Another horn blew, this one like the one the Elf that'd been shot first had blown. A barrage of arrows flew from the trees, felling every orc and warg in seconds. Some grazed you, but none touched any of the surviving Elves.

A she-Elf in a dark green tunic, carrying a longbow, loped out of the woods with her comrades. She was beautiful, with red hair so long it went past her waist. "Legolas!" She cried, and he responded in Elvish; again, you couldn't understand what they were saying, and it was really starting to piss you off.

"[Y/N]," Blue-Eyes called to you, and you belatedly looked up. He and the ginger were approaching you sollemnly. "This is Tauriel, Captain of the Guard. She will take you back to the palace and explain what happened here." Ah... Death at last.

"Tauriel," Legolas turned to her; something shone in his eyes. You recognized his spark, but not hers, but the thought quickly left your head when you registered what he was saying. "Tell my father that they saved my life."

"What?" Tauriel looked impressed, and bowed her head to you. "You have my thanks, mellon."

"Perhaps he will spare them from execution in repayment," Legolas pointed out, and Tauriel made an 'o' face.

She bowed respectfully. "I will make sure of it, my prince."

Wut.

Oh, right. Blue-Eye's dad was Lord Fabulous, king of these Elves. Of course that'd make him a prince. Prince Legolas Gr... Of the Wood... Rea... The thought was like an echo. You couldn't catch it.

Legolas nodded to you, and Tauriel lead you away from the carnage of the river battlefield.

~time skip~

"Saving my son does not grant you my utmost favor," Lord Fabulous glared down at you like you were a nasty piece of gum he'd stepped on in flip-flops. "But it does warrant some form of reward. I am sure you wish for your execution to be cancelled?"

On autopilot, you nodded. You didn't want to die, but you didn't want to live. You just wished you'd never have existed in the first place, that way none of this would've happened.

Lord Fabulous Elvenking snorted, like he was hoping you'd just ask for cake before you were beheaded. "Of course. Take them to their cell."

Tauriel wasn't as rough as Legolas, or even any of the guards had been, but she still held you firmly. "Would you like a change of clothes? I could also arrange for a washbasin to be brought to you."

You just nodded. Couldn't you just dissipate? But, if it'd taken nineteen years for this wish to come true, then it'd take another nineteen years for you to disappear. You were an Elf now, so that should pass in one painful blink of an eye...

"I am sorry that you could not find the portal," Tauriel told you as she locked the door to your cell. "I will have the guards bring you something to eat at once."

You laid down on your cot, curled up, and closed your eyes. You heard the guard come and deliver the food, then leave quietly, but you still didn't move. You didn't move when Tauriel brought you clothes and a bucket of water and rags, you didn't move when Blue-Eyes came to thank you again, you didn't move when a rat came and took your cheese. You just laid there, staring and feeling dead on the inside.

You refused to eat or drink for the next few days. You slept, mostly. When you were awake, you were crying silently. You dreamed of your family. You grieved. Your muscles cramped from sleeping in one position for days. Your stomach felt like it was going to eat you alive. Your mouth was as dry as sandpaper. A hollow ache had settled in the core of your torso, between your heart and lungs; a pulsing orb of sadness, regret, and the wish to disappear. A couple of times, you passed out from hunger while laying down. But you were an Elf, so it'd be hard for you to starve.

You kept count of the days by the cycle of guards exchanging meals. Every tray held different things for different mealtimes: fruits and bread for breakfast, cheese and bread for lunch, and a thick vegetable soup for dinner. About nine days went by before anyone came to check on you, and by that point, you were hysterical on the inside. On the outside, you were catatonic.

And you reeked, because you hadn't had a shower in like, awhile.

After two battles.

So you weren't at your best.

"My guards tell me you refuse to sustain yourself." It was Blue-Eyes. "Do you realize how much of an offense that is to his majesty? He allows you to live, and yet you seek death out deliberately."

You said nothing. Hell, your eyes didn't even move. With a sigh, Blue-Eyes moved to your bedside. "Ah, I see you have also refused to bathe..." You didn't crack a smile. Even on the inside, you hardly felt a twinge of amusement. You felt... Empty.

Legolas surprised you by placing a hand on your cheek. "You miss them, don't you?"

Tears welled in your eyes. Dammit stop making me have feels. Ah, but feels you had, my friend, and you started bawling into your pillow. Legolas shushed you, and petted your head and told you it would be alright. You don't know how long you cried, but at one point, Legolas and Tauriel switched places, even though she clearly didn't want to and sucked at emotional talking.

When it was Legolas's turn again, you'd finally gotten to the nearly-finished state of hyperactive wheezing. "How long were you holding that in, I wonder?" You still didn't answer. He gave you a sympathetic smile. "You saved my life. Let me help you save yours. Get up. You will eat, even if I must force it down your throat, and once you're full, you'll bathe. After, I will take you for a tour of Mirkwood. You'll be living here, now... I suppose it's only right you learn how to navigate your homeland."

Finally, it clicked.

"Wh...What did you say...?" Your voice was hoarse from underuse and crying, but it still worked.

Legolas gave you a concerned look, like that much crying might've damaged your hearing. "I said I will take you for a tour of Mirkwood--"

You sat up; too fast, but you sat up. Your sugar dropped. But you had to know. "Mirkwood... Where is that?"

Legolas frowned. "East of the Misty Mountains, west of Erebor, home to the dwarves and the King Under the Mountain. North of Ithilien, Gondor, and northeast to Lothlorien, Ithilien, and Rohan."

Oh fuck.

"Wh-what is this place called? In general? Collectively? Like, the whole continent?"

Legolas seemed to finally realize that you were crazy. "Middle-Earth."

Oh hell.

"Holy shit..."

"What is it?"

You couldn't remember it clearly. Hell, you could hardly remember it at all. But what you did remember finally made sense. Tolkien's fantasy masterpiece that no one can surpass... The Hobbit... Lord of The Rings... The Fellowship... Smaug, Thorin, Bilbo... Aragorn, Arwen... Thranduil, Legolas, Tauriel... Oh gods, Legolas! "I-I... The books... Oh, gods..."

"Mellon...?"

You promptly fell face-first off the bed before any half-assed explanation could be given to poor Golden Boy.

"[Y/N]?!"

...

Home is behind...

The world ahead...

And there are many paths to tread...

Through shadow, to the edge of night...

Until the stars are all alight...

Mist and shadow...

Cloud and shade...

All shall fade...

All shall...

...Fade...

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 6 years

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Nasty Creatures

Summary: Ria not liking the goblins gets a little snarky and then her animal instincts kick in

Pairing: none yet, but there will be

Warnings: some language

Word Count: 1443

The next morning I woke up and noticed a cloak was laid atop me. At first I was confused, but then the calming scent of pine needles and musk hit me. Instantly I knew the cloak belonged to Thorin. How he had managed to get it atop me with me waking up was a miracle. I must have been more drained than I thought. Standing up I stretched and walked over to Thorin who was in the process of packing up his small bag of items. “You didn't have to give this to me ya know? I wasn't cold. I'm built to handle weather like this.” I handed the cloak to him and he took it with a smile, something I rarely saw him do. “But I do want to thank you,” I told him.

“You gave my nephew your blanket, you took his watch so he could sleep, you go out hunting, you scout ahead, and you protected us from orcs. It is I who should be thanking you.” He grabbed my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. His blue eyes shining as he did so. Okay seriously these damn dwarves need to stop it. My poor heart can't handle this nonsense. It was bad enough crushing on them back in my world, but now I'm with them and it's driving me bonkers. “Yeah well I promised to help so I'm helping. It's no biggie.” I waved off his thanks like what I had done was nothing because to me it was. I was simply doing my best to do as I had promised.

Thorin shook his head. “And you say I'm the stubborn one. You have trouble accepting thanks even when it's deserved.” He nudged my shoulder playfully. This was a side of him that didn't come out often, a side we never really got to see in the book or movies, and I cherished the fact that I was getting to know him better than anyone other than the current company and his sister probably ever would. “Alright, alright you make a fair point. My mom always did say I was as stubborn as a bull, but maybe I'm just as stubborn as a dwarf?” I teased. A small laugh left him and he nodded his head. “Aye I believe you might be onto something there, Ria. Us dwarves can be stubborn,” he agreed.

“Well I'm gonna get the others up and help get camp together. I'm sure you want to head out soon right?” I asked. Thorin nodded, letting me know I was correct. I gave him another smile before I went over to wake Fili and Kili. However when I returned to the spot in which I had been sleeping Kili was already awake, but he hadn't moved out from under my blanket. I shook my head and laughed.

“Why are you still laying there?”

“Because your blanket is soft and it smells like you. I don't want to get up. I like laying here cuddled up all cozy.”

I raised a brow. “And what do I smell like exactly?”

“Like vanilla, oak, spiced mead and something definitively wild.”

My mouth dropped open. I hadn't been expecting that answer, but I was definitely okay with it. “Well I appreciate that, Kee. I really do, but Thorin wants to head out soon. So everyone needs to get up and eat something,” I said. A heavy sigh left him, but he got up and handed me the blanket back, letting me put it in my bag. I went to wake Fili up after, but Kili waved me away saying he would do it.

After everyone was up and we had a meager meal of dried oats, fruit, and bread we began to head out. It wasn't long until the thunderstorm hit and I knew exactly what was coming next.

As predicted the thunder battle commenced and Bilbo almost fell to his death. I snarled at Thorin for his cruel words to the hobbit and we went inside the cave that would soon have us falling down into a trap. It didn't matter to me that Thorin would soon be taking back his words and apologizing. In my mind he should have never said them in the first place. Thanks to the rain everyone was soaked and cold. And even though I knew I wouldn't be able to get my clothes back, I bit the bullet and shifted because the wet clothes were uncomfortable and even I couldn't stay warm that way. I was just glad all the blankets had stayed dry inside our packs allowing the others to have some form of warmth since Thorin wouldn't allow a fire.

I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. Knowing that soon we would be dealing with the goblin king and his horde of minions my senses were on high alert. With a sigh I went over and joined Bofur on watch at the beginning of the cave. “So how's it going?” I asked.

Bofur looked down at me and smiled. “Things could be worse. At least we're all alive.”

“Always the optimistic one. I love that about you cómico. I really do.”

“What's that mean lass? That funny word?”

“It means comedian. You're always one with a joke and so I thought it appropriate,” I explained. However before he could say something in return Bilbo walked up ready to head back to Rivendell. I decided that wasn't a conversation I needed to take part in and went over next to Dwalin and laid my head on his stomach. He didn't wake up, but he did place his hand on my head, right between my ears.

I could hear the sand sifting and jerked my head up. Looking to Thorin I knew he had noticed as he started yelling at everyone to get up. It wouldn't matter. We never would have made it out of the cave in time. I grunted as I hit the platform/basket whatever the hell that thing the goblins called a front porch was. I stood up and moved out of the way as the others came crashing down. Thorin was giving me a pointed look; blaming me for this. “I've told you certain things need to happen. And while absolutely annoying this is one of them,” I huffed just as the nasty little creatures swarmed us.

If not for my horrible experience with the trolls I probably would have bit them, but instead I just swatted at them knocking them away from me. After a few got knocked from the bridge they backed off.

“Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?” The goblin king looked them all over critically. “Spies? Thieves? Assassins?” He asked.

I pushed my way to the front of the group and growled at him. “Man you have to be the dumbest goblin in the history of goblins. Can't ya see they're dwarves? And I'm a wolf? See fangs, claws all that jazz?” I opened my mouth showing off my sharp canines.

“And what are you doing in these parts?”

“Well we were trying to sleep. It's an important thing ya know. But then poof goes the floor and now we're standing here in front of you. The ugliest sonofabitch I have ever seen. And that's saying something cause I've seen cave trolls and some pretty ugly people.”

The goblin king narrowed his eyes and snarled at me. I simply gave him a wolfish grin in return. “Very well. If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk. Bring up the mangler. Bring up the bonebreaker.” his narrowed his eyes on me with deadly intent, but I knew I wasn't the one he would choose. “Start with the youngest,” he said.

Then all hell broke loose as Thorin came up beside me causing the goblin to taunt him with the news of Azog. But then Gandalf showed up and we were all fighting our ways out of the tunnels. My earlier plan not to bite the goblins went out the window when we began fighting and my wolf instincts took over. I swatted goblins away and tackled them to the ground ripping their throats out. It was an unpleasant taste, but I was going to protect my dwarves. Nothing was going to stop me from doing so.

When that stupid fat goblin showed back up I bared my teeth at him. “What are you going to do now wizard?” Gandalf stabbed him in the eye with his staff and then slashed him across the belly. “That will do it,” the goblin king said just before Gandalf finished him off.

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the-jade-cross · 3 years

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Journey to Middle Earth - Chapter 2

Summary – What if JRR Tolkien never gave Thorin a love story… because the person that was meant to be Thorin’s was not yet born when he wrote the Hobbit? Sara journeys from her world to Middle Earth after an accident, with a mission. To change something about the Hobbit story… but she is not sure what. What she does not know is that while trying to prevent something from happening, something new might arise between her and the dwarf prince….even if it is not on the agenda!

Warnings – None, no explicit scenes, some kissing, violence, frightening creatures, mentions of abuse.

Pairings – Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Sara shook her head again. When she looked up, she was still in Rohan. This was starting to really scare her but at the same time, she had a surge of excitement. She was in middle earth! She would always daydream about what it would be like to live there and now, she was experiencing it full throttle!

There was a knock at the door and Sara grabbed the shawl by the bed. Wrapping it over her nightgown, she answered the door. Standing there was a lovely girl of about nine with golden hair.

"Hello miss," the girl said. "I'm Theodwyn. Theoden's sister."

Sara smiled and opened the door wider, "Hello Theodwyn. I'm Sara."

"I know," the girl said sweetly. "Everyone is talking about you. Everyone is wondering where you came from and what race you are."

"Race?" Sara asked then it suddenly dawned on her.... she was in middle earth! There were elves, dwarves, wizards.... wait.... was she still human?

"Well I'm honestly kind of lost myself but I'm quite sure I'm human," Sara replied.

"You're petite for a human," Theodwyn pointed out. "Though it's not unknown for some humans to be petite.

Sara smiled, "I get it from my mother. She was petite too."

Theodwyn caught sight of Mason who lay on the large bed and running over, she fondled his ears, "WHat's his name?"

"Mason," Sara replied, smiling.

The little girl stroked the dog one more time before hopping up with determination in her stance, "I almost forgot. I came here to help you get ready for the meeting."

"Meeting?" Sara asked.

the little girl nodded as she headed to the closet and began to look through the clothes, "Father has called a meeting of all the elders in Rohan. He also invited a few other friends. They're going to try and help you."

"Oh that is very kind of them," Sara remarked.

Just then, Theodwyn returned from the closet with a lovely cotton dress that fell almost to the floor with a green corset top and creamy white skirts and sleeves.

Sara smiled as she took the dress and walked behind the curtain. She quickly pulled it on and marveled at how well it fit and how comfortable it was. When she came out, Theodwyn walked behind her to do the straps.

"Mother always said green was my color," Sara said, a sad look crossing her face.

Theodwyn sensed the girl's sorrow, "DO you have any other family back home?"

Sara nodded, "My brothers..... oh no!"

"What is it?" the girl asked, startled at Sara's outburst, "What happened?"

"The boys were in the accident with me!" Sara gasped, clapping a hand to her mouth, "Where are they.... did they survive....and Pierce....oh Pierce."

"Sh," Theodwyn comforted, stroking the older girl's red hair, "Its alright. I promise my father will help you. And he will help you find your brothers."

Sara shook her head, "I don't think anything will help me find them now."

TIME SKIP

About thirty minutes later Theodwyn led Sara out of the chamber and down the hallway to the great hall where the meeting was being held. When the little girl pushed the door open, Sara found Theoden standing inside the door, one hand on the small sword at his side, watching the adults talking.

"Hello Sara!" the boy greeted, grinning.

"Hello Theoden," Sara said, bowing her head respectfully.

Theodwyn smirked, "I thought I might find you hear brother."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Theoden remarked, going slightly pink in the face.

Sara at first thought that they were referring to Theoden's interest in adult matters but then she noticed Theodwyn and Theoden both look across the room at a young girl who stood across the room with a few ladies in waiting. She was a pretty little girl with rich brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.

"That's Elfhild," Theodwyn explained. "Theoden likes her."

Sara smirked, recognizing the name. Elfhild was Theodwyn's future wife and would later become the mother of Theodore.

Theoden glowered at his sister, "And what about you and Eomund?"

Theodwyn's face went pink and she ducked her head, "HE doesn't even pay attention to me."

Both children fell silent and Sara decided it was time to put her knowledge of the future of middle earth to work. Crouching down, she placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Hey, never give up," She whispered. "If you really care about someone so much that they make you smile and make you feel whole, never give up on them."

Theoden's eyes widened, "You really think that Elfhild will like me too one day?"

Sara smiled, "There's a sizable chance."

The boys face lit up and Sara couldnt help but smile.

"THeoden!" Thengal called.

Theoden suddenly became serious, "Come on Sara, it's time for you to join the meeting."

Of course, the boy couldn't hold his seriousness for longer than that and taking the girl's hand like a little school boy, he pulled her rather hastily over to the group of men. They were sitting at a round table, Thengal at the head. There were about ten men, the oldest who looked almost on death's door and the youngest was about THengal's age.

There was a stranger sitting near Thengal, dressed in a hooded cloak but Sara brushed it off.

"There you are Sara dear," Thengal said, smiling. "Please sit down."

Sara sat down gingerly but felt better when all the elders and Thengal gave her a reassuring smile each.

"My dear," Thengal began, "We are still waiting on one important friend who may have the answers we're looking for. But before he arrives, could you please tell us what you know about yourself? Where do you come from?"

Sara looked around at the table of curious, patient faces. She knew she could trust them... but she didn't know how they would react.

"I don't come from this world," she explained.

Immediately, she had everyone's attention, especially the cloaked figure.

"What do you mean?" an elder asked. "Are you from the Undying Lands?"

Sara shook her head, "I...I come from another world.... kind of like this one.... but different. I...I was I an accident with my brothers.... when everything went black."

"Were you wounded?" an elder asked.

The girl shrugged, "I don't know.... all I remember is losing control of the...." Right then she knew that no one would understand what a car was so she decided to alter it to their understanding, "I lost control of the horse....and we....crashed into a tree.... I don't know if my brothers were hurt....but I just remember everything going black..."

"Then what?" Thengal asked, intrigued. "What did you see before you woke up?"

"Everything," Sara whispered. "I saw the world.... the skies.... the stars.... it was like I was floating in the clouds. Then I felt a pulling feeling... like someone was trying to wake me up from a dream... but it felt so real... then a woman's voice kept calling my name...and then I woke up."

"You heard a woman calling your name?" a voice asked.

Sara spun around and her eyes widened beyond their normal size. Standing behind her was a tall man with a long white beard, kind brown eyes and a gray attire....

"Gandalf..." the girl whispered.

The old man smiled fondly at the girl's surprise, "Quite so my dear. It is an honor to meet you. From what you have told us so far, it seems that we have a major question on our hands."

After Sara had spent a full half hour answering random questions from the council, she was given leave to return to her chambers. She didn't understand what they were hoping to get from the meeting. They asked her things like her age, her full name, her brothers names and what they looked like so they could see if they could be found, if she knew who the woman was who she heard and what she knows about how she got there. The last one she had no answer to.

Sara headed down the hallway, completely lost and unsure of what was happening. IT was all exhilarating but she still needed answers before she could enjoy it fully. Stopping by her chambers, she grabbed Mason and headed outside to get fresh air. Thengal had told her to venture wherever she went but to never leave the walls unless she told someone in case she got hurt or lost.

She found the kitchen and used that exit to go out the back. There was a grassy area where she let Mason run. It was windy and cool out but Sara barely noticed. She stood on the grass, staring at the world around her. This was definitely not a dream nor a prank.... it was real.... but how?

"Fine companion you've got there," a kind voice remarked.

Sara spun around and found herself face to face with Gandalf. She smiled warmly and nodded as she looked at Mason, "He's a loyal friend to have in a time like this."

Gandalf smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. Sara felt a warm feeling rush through her body... this was real.... she was talking to Gandalf... THE GANDALF THE GRAY!

"I know this is hard for you to understand but I think I know what has happened," the wizard said.

Sara looked at him, "How?"

"What you said about the woman's voice," Gandalf replied. "I think I might know who you heard."

Sara's eyebrows furrowed and realization dawned on her. She was about to say the name but realized that it might give away her knowledge of middle earth's entire fate.

"An elf friend of mine would be very intrigued to meet you," Gandalf remarked. "She is very kind and very wise. If anyone knew what this was all about, it would be her."

Sara looked at him, "What do you think happened to make me come here? I mean... with that kind of accident... I should be dead...."

The girl's eyes widened and her face paled, "Do you think I'm a ghost?"

Gandalf chuckled, "I doubt it lass. No, I think the explanation is it wasn't your time to enter the undying lands. In that case, you were brought here. For what reasons I don't know....but perhaps it's either you belong here instead of in your world.... or our world needed you."

"For what?" Sara asked. "I know nothing about how to live here... I have never carried a weapon in my life except a bow but they're nothing like the ones here."

The wizard smiled and placed his hands on her shoulders, "It's your knowledge that I feel our world needs."

"My knowledge?" Sara asked, puzzled. "In what way?"

The man smiled knowingly, "You have seemed strangely at ease despite the fact that you are in a world you do not know... which is why I have come to think you do know this world."

Sara shook her head, "I'm sorry Gandalf... I'm afraid I have never been here before."

"I know that child," he said Kindly, "I mean, you know of this place.... because you have heard tales.... you know everything. You have all the answers of what has happened and is to happen. Thengal told me that when you first met him and Theoden you seemed shocked and almost amused....then the name of Rohan and the date really set you off. I didn't think much of this till you admitted that you are from another world. How did you seemingly know of Thengal and Theoden? Also....why did the date set you off so?"

Sara sighed, "I'm sorry... I should have told you.... you're right. I do know what happens....and you're right. In my world there are stories in great detail about everything that happens in middle earth.... here I mean....I should have told you..."

Gandalf shook his head, "I don't blame you. You are in a world that you thought only existed in books and tales. Besides that, I think it best you tell no one of your knowledge."

"Not even Elrond and Galadrial..." Sara asked before realizing what she had said.

Her eyes widened when she saw the look of surprise and amusement on Gandalf's face.

"So you did recognize the voice," he said, amused. "And in answer to your question, I think Elrond and Galadrial should know but only what they think they need to know. the more people who know about the future of middle earth will be what changes the fate of this world and that could be catastrophic."

Sara nodded, "And some horrible things happen.... but so many good things....wait.... maybe that's it."

"What are you speaking of?" Gandalf asked.

Sara's eyes lit up, "Maybe that's why I was brought here! I know about everything that happens.... maybe I was brought here to change something."

Gandalf's face lit up, "I'm glad you figured it out. THat's what I thought but I had to be sure."

"But what is it exactly that I must change?" the girl asked.

Gandalf shrugged, "That is something Lady Galadrial would know."

Sara sighed and nodded, "Does that mean I must travel to Lothlorien?"

Gandalf seemed shocked at her knowledge of the elven world but then remembered who he was talking to, "No child. I am in fact on my way to join a few friends and we will be passing by Rivendell... hopefully if my friends' stubbornness isnt too much to handle. Galadrial will meet us there. She has already told me in dreams that she has much to speak with you about."

Sara smiled and was just picking Mason up when her eyes widened and Gandalf could sense her shock.

"You.....You're going....to...reclaim.....Erabor!" She gasped.

Gandalf chuckled and smiled, "You are full of surprises Miss Aldhard. Even though I barely know you, I can tell that this will be rather intriguing adventure. And you're right. I am on my way to meet up with the company and I intend to take you with me."

Sara's eyes widened more and she clutched Mason so tight his eyes bulged, "I'm.... gonna....go....holy noodles!"

Gandalf laughed heartily at her reaction and patted her head, "Better prepare yourself. We leave at dawn."

Sara took a deep breath as her hands rested on her hips. She looked at the knapsack she had obtained from Theoden. She had packed an extra pair of clothes. When she had told Theodwyn that she was going on a journey with Gandalf, the princess had a full out fit of joy. She had immediately whipped up a simple leather outfit for Sara as well as some excessories. She had then made sure she had an extra pair of clothes as well.

The girl turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a comfortable white shirt underneath a leather corset like dress that laced up the sides and buttoned up the front. She also wore black leather pants and boots that came al the way to her knees.

On her wrists she wore a pair of black leather bracers to protect her arms and to also keep her sleeves down.

There was a knock at the door and Sara turned to see Theodwyn and Theoden entering. She smiled at them as they shuffled in, Theoden carrying a wooden box in his arms.

"Hello Sara," the little girl greeted. "We have something for you.

Sara watched with curiosity as Theoden laid the box on the bed and stepped aside, "We found this on the edge of the river near where we found you.... we didn't know if it was yours until we saw this."

With that, he pointed out the name that was carved on the side and Sara felt her heart freeze: E Aldhard.

"What does the E stand for?" Theodwyn inquired.

Sara swallowed thickly and felt tears prick her eyes, "Eustace.... that was my father's name..."

"So this was your fathers?" Theoden inquired.

Sara nodded and approached the box. She hadn't recognized it right away for it had been years since she had seen the box. Her father was always the mysterious kind and he always kept that box in the back of their truck behind the seat where no one could see it. Occasionally Sara or her brothers would see him put something in the box, but never take something out. OF course he had made them promise to never open it unless they had no other choice.

Sara sat down beside the box and slowly lifted the lid. Inside were five boxes... each one labeled with her name and the names of her brothers.... one for each of them. Wedged between the boxes was an envelope. Drawing it out, she opened it and realized it was a letter from her father.

Dear Pierce, Sara, Axel, Omar and Ryder,

If you're reading this then it probably means your mother and I are gone. There isn't much I can say that can do justice by putting it on paper. This box holds some things that your mother and I found or collected over the years. There was something about each thing that just seemed to catch our attention. We want you all to keep the things in your boxes, not in memory of us, but in memory of all the good memories we have had together. I love you all so much. Do good and be good and stay strong.

Love, Daddy

Sara quickly wiped her eyes and closed the letter, placing the envelope and letter into her knapsack. She then turned and picked up the box that had her name on it.

When she opened it, the first thing she saw was the small set of silver dwarves beads with the dwarfish rune: S on it. Next to it laid an elven ring with a small blue gem set into it.

Also in her box was a small necklace that was obviously of Rohan with the double headed horses with their foreheads touching

Sara gently drew out the ring and slipped it onto her finger, then taking the necklace, she tied it around her neck.

She closed her box up and put it back in the larger box. She then drew out all her brother's boxes and opening them, she emptied them onto the bed.

Out tumbled several things: a sketchbook and pencils for Axel, a dagger and arrowheads for Omar, a wooden flute and leather belt for Ryder and a wooden horn for Pierce. Also in the box were several sets of dwarven beads.... each set with A, R, P or O on them for each of her brothers.

"They would have loved these," she whispered, fingering the beads.

Theoden placed a hand on her shoulder while his sister hugged the girl, "I'm sorry that they didn't make it."

Sara sniffed and wiped her eyes, "Well Pierce didn't... I don't know if Omar, Axel and Ryder died in the accident.... if they didn't...or if they did.... either way... I'll never see them again."

With that, the tears began to flow down her face. Theodwyn shushed her gently and stroked her hair.

"Look at it this way. You have these things to remember them by.... and to keep their memories alive."

Sara turned and looked at the two and smiled, hugging them both, "Thank you for everything."

The two smiled and after ensuring that she was alright, they left her alone.

Sara climbed onto the bed and sat crosslegged, looking at the contents. She grabbed up the belt and immediately tied it around her waist. She grabbed the flute and placed it in the pouch on her belt alongside all the beads, arrowheads, pencils and the sketchbook. She slipped the dagger into her boot and hung the horn snuggly on the other side of her belt.

She was just tying up the pouch when she noticed another pair of beads. These had the rune letter: M on them.

Sara fond herself smiling and turning, she looked at Mason who lay on the bed near her. Smiling, she reached over to the sleeping dog and gently grabbed his collar. Untying it, she slipped the two beads onto his collar snuggly before tying the collar back on.

She smiled and placed all the small boxes back in the large box. She was just about to close it when something gray and dark caught her attention. Opening the box wider, she saw that there was something lying on the bottom of the box. Removing the smaller boxes, her eyes widened when she realized what it was: her father's pistol!

"He must have left it in there on accident," the girl thought at first.

Then she noticed that the pistol was tied down to the bottom of the box by string. Using the dagger, she cut the string and drew out the pistol. She saw that tied to the trigger was a small bag that contained at least fifty bullets. Inside the bag was a small snippet of paper.

'Use well. Trust your instincts. Protect.'

"Oh dad," Sara sighed. "You seriously thought of everything."

Shaking her head sadly, she placed the bullets in her pouch along with the note and then slipped the pistol into the pocket of her pants underneath her leather outfit so no one would see it.

Sighing to herself, she got off the bed and finished packing before grabbing her bag and swinging it on her back. She then turned and picked up the sleeping form of Mason and headed out of the room.

She found Gandalf outside, two horses with him. one was his black horse that Sara recognized immediately. The other was a lovely brown small horse. It wasn't a pony but it wasn't a tall horse either, easily mistaken for a pony.

Sara stepped over and placed her knapsack on the saddle of the pony, strapping it on. She turned to the horse and stroked his nose.

"His name is Dancer," Gandalf told her. "He'll serve you well."

Sara smiled and stroked the horse's nose again.

She then turned and saw Thengal, Theoden and Theodwyn standing behind her. Walking over, she smiled as she crouched down to hug Theodwyn. She then bowed to Thengal.

"Thank you for everything," She said.

Thengal smiled and nodded, patting the girl's head. She turned back to Theodwyn and smiled, taking the girl's hands.

"Just remember something," she whispered, "No matter what happens, don't grieve over things in the past."

Theodwyn smiled and nodded, hugging her. Sara felt a pain hit her heart. Would those words really help Theodwyn? Would they change the outcome of Theodwyn's passing? Would she really not succumb to grief and leave Eomer and Eowyn alone?

She then turned to Theoden and smiled, shaking the boy's hand before THeoden hugged her close.

"Will we meet again?" he asked.

Sara smiled and hugged him, "I don't know but I'm sure we will if I don't get killed."

Theoden smiled and nodded. Sara crouched down and looked deep into his eyes.

"Trust people THeoden," she whispered. "Always trust people who deserve your trust.... Never turn your back on those who love you and those you love."

Theoden nodded as Sara rose to her feet. She turned to Gandalf who mounted his horse. Sara then swung up onto her pony before Theoden handed her Mason whom she placed in her lap.

The two waved and turning their horses, rode towards the gate of Edoras. They were just heading out when Sara felt eyes on the back of her head. She turned and saw the cloaked figure from the meeting standing about twenty feet from them.

"Gandalf... who is that?" she whispered.

Gandalf glanced back and smiled, "He's a ranger from the north...he's known as..."

"Strider," Sara whispered, realization dawning on her. No wonder she didn't recognize him, Aragorn was only twenty-seven!

"Yes," Gandalf remarked, surprised but then he remembered Sara's knowledge, "And I'm guessing you know his real name."

Sara nodded, "Yes...I just hope that his being here because of me doesn't affect what will happen to him in the future."

"I take it that most of it was good," Gandalf inquired.

Sara nodded again, "All of it was."

With that, they rode out of Edoras and Sara took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of fresh air and the wild.... she was going on an adventure.

Sara knew that if she didn't stay cool and calm that she would drive the wizard insane. It was strange that she had only known Gandalf in person for at least a day and a half and she felt like she had known him her whole life... honestly, she knew all about his future and things he would do so that was one thing.

Gandalf rode in silence for a long time but occasionally asked the girl if she was comfortable. The truth was, Sara was accustomed to riding horses for she had done so back on earth. she would often take take the boys to a nearby farm to ride on the weekends but she was getting a little tired. In that case, she began to find ways to keep her mind off the saddle.

After about three hours of riding, she soon learnt that the bridle on her horse wasn't necessary for her pony didn't stray more than a foot or two from Gandalf's. In that case she tied the reins so that they didnt hang too low and drew out the sketch book that had been meant to be given to Axel.

She felt a pain strike her heart as she opened the book and ran her fingers over the fresh white pages. Axel loved coloring and sketching and was surprisingly good for his age. He had inherited from his father just like Sara had. The three of them were the artists of the family. However, their father was more interested in carved or chiseled art while Axel loved color and paintings. Sara failed at painting but she was quite alright with pencils.

She quickly wrote a small passage on the front page and smiled at it:

Belongs to: Axel Aldhard

Entries by: Sara Alhard

In memory of a loving brother who brought beauty alive wherever he went

Trying to not think too hard about what might have happened to her brothers, Sara turned the page and began to sketch. About an hour later, Gandalf noticed that her eyes weren't on the road. He had noticed not because her horse had strayed for the horse had stayed perfectly on the path, but rather he had noticed that the girl hadn't made any comment to anything around them. True they had been traveling on open or wooded country but he found her silence interesting.

Turning, he smiled when he saw her head bent over the book, her curls falling about the page.

"You draw?" he asked.

Sara looked up and nodded, smiling, "I got it from my dad. This book was meant to be given to my brother.....Axel.... he was an artist too..."

Gandalf smiled sadly, "I'm sorry that you made it and they did not.... but I'm sure that where your brother is in the undying lands, he is watching you and I'm sure he would want you to use it to keep his memory alive."

Sara nodded sadly and sighed as she looked at the sketch. She held it out to Gandalf who took the notebook in his hand and smiled at the sketch. It was a perfect pencil sketch of Mason. He looked over at the pup who was running about the grass happily, enjoying being off the saddle as he followed his mistress on foot.

"It's a very good likeness," he remarked.

Sara smile and tucked the book and pencils back into her pouch, "I just hope the dwarves wont mind him being here."

Gandalf put on an annoyed face, not at her but at the stubbornness of dwarves, "I assume that you know of the dwarves' stubbornness."

Sara smirked, "Believe me, I know at least the minimal."

"Well, I should warn you that especially since you're young, a girl and a human... they may treat you differently. If not for those reasons, but because you are from another world," the wizard pointed out.

Sara pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Should I hold off telling them where I'm from until they... get used to me?"

Gandalf smiled, "A good idea."

"I'm just worried," Sara sighed. "I mean.... in my world I know how disagreeable dwarves can be to elves and how they can sometimes give other people a hard time but...I have no way of knowing how they'll treat me and... I don't even know how to protect myself."

Gandalf leant over and patted her hand gently, "Dont worry about it. Some of the dwarves may take longer than others but most of them may just find the need to want to protect you. Besides that, I'm sure they would love to teach you how to fight."

Sara smiled when suddenly another thought struck her head and she shivered, "And.... orcs."

Gandalf nodded, "Ah yes. They're real here."

Sara shivered again and shook her head, "I guess I'll get used to all of this being.... real.... but there's one thing I'm not ready for."

The wizard looked at her puzzled. He tried to think of what it could be when he noticed the girl's face pale, "THorin?"

Sara shook her head, "That is one thing but....Azog."

Gandalf sighed, "He's alive isnt he?"

Sara nodded, "Very much alive and.... out for revenge."

"Does he die?" Gandalf asked. "Actually, don't tell me. That might ruin the future."

Sara let out a deep sigh and ran her hands through her hair, "I'll be glad when I meet Lady Galadriel. I really want to tell someone... but I know I cannot tell the person it involves because it will break him."

Gandalf nodded, "That's wise my dear but don't worry, all will come clear eventually."

There was a moment where they were swallowed in silence before Gandalf pulled his horse to a stop to water and they dismounted to stretch their legs. Mason curled up the grass to sleep while Sara walked to the river and refilled her skin and splashed water on her face.

She looked at her hair and realized the ponytail she had put in it wasn't going to cut it. She was in middle earth now and they knew how to put their hair in just the right way where it didn't cause a bother. Knowing that she had no idea how to braid any elvish or dwarfish braids, she settled for just braiding a braid she knew but made it tight.

When she finished she nodded and rose to her feet. She then got to her feet and returned to her pony. She made sure that the saddle wasn't chaffing him before she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She turned to see Gandalf standing there, holding out a small bundle to her, "You might need this as the journey progresses."

Sara took the bundle and unfolded it, revealing to be a dark green leather cloak. It laced up the side so that it covered her shoulders almost to her wrists. It had no hood but Sara didn't mind.

"Thank you," she said brightly, pulling it on over her outfit. it seemed to finish up her outfit perfectly, concealing most of her white shirt and the laces on her side.

******

They were soon on the road again but this time, Sara's mind wasn't just clouded with thoughts of the saddle or of the excitement of meeting the dwarves.... but also the prospect of the dangers that were to come... not to mention the hardships and deaths....she just hoped that her being there would change something.

It seemed forever that Sara was in the saddle until they reached the outskirts of the shire, then nothing could keep Sara's attention on her sour backside and legs.

Gandalf occasionally chuckled whenever Sara's face lit up at the sight of a hobbit or a hobbit hole. Of course, when they reached the center of Hobbiton and crested the bridge towards Baggend, Sara felt all the air drained out of her.... it was really real! She was in hobbiton!

Gandalf, being the wizard that he was, couldn't urge his horse to go any faster or he didn't want to which really sent anxiety up Sara's spine as she strained to see what was ahead. This proved to not help much especially since it was getting dark and there were barely any hobbits out to begin with.

When they pulled in front of Baggend, Sara was a little too hasty to get off her horse but Gandalf stopped her gently.

"I'll have to leave you hear Sara," the wizard said.

Sara furrowed her brow, "Arent you coming in?"

"I have to meet up with some of the company to ensure they make it here," The wizard replied.

A knowing smile spread across Sara's face, remembering that Gandalf arrived with most of the dwarves later. She nodded and grabbed her bag from her pony.

"I'll tie Dancer up in the garden where no one will see him. I do suggest that you try to stay hidden at least from most of the dwarves," Gandalf pointed out. "Oh and by all means, if THorin arrives before I do, try to avoid him till I arrive."

Sara nodded and felt relieved, knowing that if she hadn't messed up the timeline too much, THorin wouldn't arrive till after everyone arrived.

She watched Gandalf go around towards the back as she opened the gate and climbed up the stairs. She had the urge to just admire the hobbit hole for a long time but the sound of voices inside caught her attention. She must have not been the first one.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed the stairs to the door and rapped firmly on the door. The moment her eyes fell on the open door and the hobbit before her, she felt her heart skip a beat with joy. Bilbo was exactly as he had been in the story and in the film.... but he was shorter than she thought. He couldn't have come up to her shoulder.

"Sara Aldhard," She said, bowing, "AT your service."

She tried not to smirk especially at Bilbo's confused, stunned reaction but the hobbit quickly cleared his throat, "Bilbo Baggins.... at yours."

He stepped aside and Sara walked in. She noted that the hobbit seemed a little relieved and she knew exactly why.

"I'm afraid that some of your companions have already arrived," Bilbo explained. "And gone and eaten all the decent food."

Sara shook her head, "It's alright. I already ate on the road."

Bilbo nodded and scurried off the moment he heard a crash. Sara smiled, taking in every single detail of the hobbit hole. It was just the right size and she barely had to duck.... in fact, even going through the doorways she didn't have to duck.

She finally found her way into the living room which she decided was the best place for her to stay till Gandalf returned. She walked over to a nearby bookshelf and fingered the spines when suddenly she sensed a presence behind her.

Spinning around, she found herself facing none other than Fili and Kili themselves! The girl was slightly startled that they were her height (in fili's case) and slightly taller (in Kili's case). Then she remembered, these two weren't Dean O'Gorman and Aiden Turner just acting the dwarves.... these were the dwarves themselves!

Kili of course approached the girl first and bowed from the waist, a smirk on his face, "Kili at your service."

Sara smiled and returned the bow, "Sara at yours."

Kili's face lit up as his older brother introduced himself.

"You're no dwarf," Kili pointed out.

Sara nodded, "I'm human."

Fili raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Small for a human I will give you that."

"I get it from my mother," Sara said when suddenly a cloud passed over her face.

Both brothers seemed to sense it and at once set it their task to cheer her up, "care to join us? We're just getting food on the table."

Sara smiled at Kili's offer but shook her head, "No thank you. I already ate. I'll just wait here till Gandalf arrives."

The two brothers nodded and scurried off.

Sara was left alone in the sitting room for some time without any interruptions. She did occasionally get a curious dwarf wandering through but so far other than Bilbo, Fili and Kili, she had only seen Ori, Nori and Dori.

Just when she was quite sure that the dwarves should be finishing, Balin stepped into the sitting room.

"You must be Sara," the dwarf said, smiling softly.

Sara nodded and smiled back, "Sara Aldhard, Master Balin."

Balin's eyebrows shot up, "You know me?"

Sara at once mentally smacked herself for almost spilling her knowledge but she quickly came up with a plan, "I heard your brother call you several times since I've arrived."

Balin seemed to believe that answer and smiled, "Gandalf told me of your arrival. He told me that you're concerned that Thorin will not accept you into the company."

Sara sighed and sank down into a chair, placing her chin on her hands, "It's a long story."

Balin placed an arm on the mantle and considered the girl, "Gandalf told me that there was something private that you would want to talk with me about. He said you had something on your mind that you shouldn't tell everyone yet..."

Sara realized that Balin had been sent to relieve her thoughts. She smiled, knowing that Gandalf knew that they both could trust Balin to keep her secret and it would give her someone else to talk to about it especially if it concerned her.

"I do," she said softly, "It's a long story."

Balin sat down and Sara explained how she had come to be in Middle Earth. She also told him about her parents' death, Pierce's sickness and the accident. Balin listened softly and only occasionally raised his eyebrows when she mentioned dying and ending up in Rohan.

"That is quite a story lass," Balin remarked. "I can see why it is troubling you."

Sara shook her head, "That's not the most of it.... I know I'm here for a reason... to change something but I don't know what."

Balin cocked his head to the side, "Why do you think you're meant to change something?"

Sara let out a deep sigh and rubbed her eyes, "Because I know what happens on the journey."

Balin's eyes widened and he checked over his shoulder to ensure no one was eavesdropping. In truth, the dwarves were too busy singing and cleaning up to pay attention to Balin and Sara's absence.

"What do you mean?"

"Where I come from... you, the dwarves, Gandalf, Bilbo, THorin.... you all exist.... but only in stories. In my world there is a story called the Hobbit where it tells the details of your journey to reclaim Erabor.... and everything that happens afterwards," Sara explained.

Balin's eyes widened and his mouth fell open, "You mean.... you know what happens to us?"

Sara nodded, "Gandalf suggested I not tell anyone the details till we find out what I'm meant to change...."

"So... if you were brought here to change something...does that mean that something horrible happens?" Balin asked, worry on his face.

Sara felt her heart catch. Her mind raced back to when she had watched the Hobbit with her brothers.... she remembered seeing FIli's death, Kili's.....then Thorin's...

"Yes.... something horrible happens," Sara whispered. "And I can only hope that I was meant to change it."

Balin sighed and nodded, "Could you tell me what happens?"

Sara looked at the door and saw Gandalf sitting in a corner, watching her. She gave him a look and nodded.

"It's.. really hard for me to say this," Sara said, choking on the tears that were building up in her throat, "But you must promise me that you will not tell anyone but Gandalf.... he is the only other one who knows...."

Balin nodded, "I promise. I wont even tell my brother or Thorin."

Sara nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes that were building up there, "Thorin...."

Just before she could get it out, there was a loud knock at the door.... three hard thumps. Sara felt her heart leap into her throat....Thorin.

"He is here," Gandalf whispered.

Balin and all the dwarves headed to the door but Sara stayed in the sitting room. She made her way over to stand behind the dwarves, near Gandalf.

Here goes nothing.

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