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silvantransthranduiltrash · 2 months

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Hc that different types of elves are able to use magic in different ways/to different levels.

I will be focusing more on the avari and silvan elves as i am known to do:

Magic, in this sense, is more like the life force that flows through everything and everyone. Elves generate an extra amount of it which, they then can use through pathways in their body. Humans and dwarves, etc, are rarely able to use magic to an effective result bc they don’t generate as much as elves and aren’t built with the pathways to access it, though dwarves can occasionally channel the magic around them into the objects they create.

Silvans actually have a surprisingly high level of magic usage, even more than their valinorian counterparts, though most of it is passive. A surprising amount of people will hear “silvans can communicate with trees” and then never proceed to link it to magic usage. Of course it varies silvan to silvan, but a well trained silvan can actively use magic to protect and defend and lay down wards. Their link with the world around them through trees also allows them to boost their own magic when they need it. It’s because of this especially why silvans do not like being underground. Thranduil and Legolas are actually rather adept magic users, though they don’t show it off.

There’s also a type of elf that cannot use magic at all. These are the Fawneli elves. They are considered the strongest elves in the world, to the point they can pick up boulders the size of a palace and toss them about without breaking a sweat. They’re fast and their hardy. They are also referred to as “mini-giants” because it is as if someone took a giant and shrunk them, but kept all their strength in tact. However, in return for this strength, they are unable to use even the slightest bit of magic and are completely cut off from it. The Fawneli are mostly desert elves, and nomads. They don’t have a governing body and sadly most of them were hunted down and enslaved, which was made easier due to their vulnerability to magic of all kinds. There’s only a few dozen left in the world by the end of the third age.

If silvans were magic positive, and the Fawneli were magic neutral, than the Okreans are magic negative. Not only are they capable of seeing through any magic disguise of anyone, including maia and vala, but they are also mostly immune to any and all magic thrown at them. Whenever they are around, magic actively deteriorates. As a result, they are elves of science. And, as a result, the Valar do not like the Okreans as they see them as a threat bc of this immunity. Because the Vala saw them as a threat, they massacred the Okreans, with Tulkas and Orome themselves coming down to kill off these elves, during the second age. Only 8 Okreans surivied, including Kleoyia (though she was only 8 at the time), and they were cursed by the vala to live in agony untill they either killed themselves, or lost themselves to madness.

The Atric Elves share their magic with the forms of beasts. Individually, they cannot cast it the way most do, but rather they obtain the form of animals with their magic and get power through that. The Atric elves live in the the far north, mostly in the arctic circle, and thus tend to share the forms of arctic animals, whether they be from the land, air, or sea.

Aquatic elves are, as the name describes, elves that live in bodies of water, emphasis on in. Way back at the lake, they decided that the water was much safer than land, and so they took a plunge and never looked back. Aquatic elves are often refered to as mer-folk or sirens. Parts of their body take on shapes of aquatic life, and they come in many shapes and sizes. They have abit of a rivalry with the Atric elves, specifically the Atric elves that shape-shift into aquatic animal forms, as they compete for food. The silvans, however, they have a good trade relationship with. The Aquatic elves will provide silvans with good seafood, and in turn the silvans will give them a lot of land meat and vegetables the Aquatic elves can’t reach.

Sucian elves are probably the most common of Avari elves. They are also referred to as spiritual elves. Their magic mostly comes from their own power, and many will use tools in order to aid themselves. There are two major Sucian elf empires: the Bali’tsa empire and the Qitian empire. What is unique about the Sucian elves is that they can pass on their power to others, though it is extremely difficult. It is also the most diverse of the magic types, and tends to be more unique to each family.

Lastly you have the Agpetian elves, who get their power assigned to them, assumably by Eru himself. As far as i’m aware there’s no rhyme or reason as to why they get the magic they get, but when a child becomes 100 days old, their magic will display itself. As a result, they tend to be a little more…. Religious? Than other avari, though they do not worship or care for the valar at all.

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idjitlili · 3 years

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Lurking in the dark.

Not my gif.

Summary: Jareth uses a disguise to lurk around you before the Labyrinth like he did with Sarah, as an owl. Until you accidentally wish away your dog.

Warnings:mentions of tight pants. Mentions of feeling lonely.First smut...you’ve been warned, well just oral, and a handjob.

Word count:4325

A/n: low-key based in my home country, ah yes England.

Y/d/n=your dogs name, or change it to cat or fake pet.

Though you weren't 16, like Sarah, being an adult, Jareth felt pulled to you. No, he was not a pervert, times were different. Maybe it was your love of your dog, maybe it's how lonesome you felt, that dog unknowingly brought hope into your life. Yes you did love your family, but sometimes you just got lonely.

Maybe it was your love of films, you could watch your favourite film a million times, yet feel so invested into watching it again. Maybe it was your stack of books, some you already had ,which were your favourite,but had gotten pocket editions or ones with different covers.

How Jareth had found you, well that was a different question, not him dressing down , changing his hair to place the labyrinth in difference book stores , illegally. Yes, that was how he had found you,when he had done that. Soon he had figured out, you regularly went to the book store, after following you home in his owl form.

This particular day had been most stressful, though the rain was calming, being drenched to the point your underwear were soaked, not like that. Frozen, you just wanted to get to Waterstones before they shut, practically running. Not only wanting to get there but also get home quick too.

Rushing into the store , the door closing behind you, the warm air embracing your freezing body, you just hoped you wouldn't get in trouble for being soaked in here. It wasn't like you were going to wipe your clothes on all the books , ruining them.

Then, of course more problems occurred; you could not for the life of you find a book you desired. Sighing , you pushed your dripping hair from your face, you could only imagine how bad you looked in that moment.

Yet, you had continued your search, with no luck until a man had cleared his throat from next to you.

His hair clearly blond from his roots, the rest a light red colour almost ginger but not. His eyes bright blue, yet it seemed like he had heterochromia, aswell as larger pupil in his left eye. His cheekbones highly defined, his body skinny, overall the man was very handsome.

Turning to face the man, highly embarrassed by your state. "If you don't mind-" this is when you thought you was going to be asked to leave, your stomach dropped. "-hearing my suggestion." Okay, that still found like he was going to ask you to leave, but his voice wasn't aggressive. "...okay?" You weren't sure what to say, only letting out a quiet word.

The man had reached up to the shelf above you , pulling down a small red book, so he wasn't kicking you out. His pale hand gently holding the book in front of you, 'The labyrinth.' You had taken the book from him, to look for a summary , yet there wasn't one, nor a publisher or an author name.

"You take that home,on me, if you don't like bring it back."

"W-wait, you d-" You didn't know this man, you felt guilty getting it for nothing, but he had interrupted you. "You've had a long day,clearly, now go get home,y/n" The man simply placed his hands on his hips waiting, his words followed out like water, turning to go do whatever he was doing.

"W-wait." He had spun around , his eyes looked at you in slight annoyance, hurrying you up. "What's your name?"

"Ziggy." You had looked at you watch at the same time, before looking back at the man- but he was gone. Thus, you left. Hold on , how did he know your name?

Not spotting the owl, that stood on the lamp post watching you...

You had begun reading the book , as soon as you had gotten out of your soaking clothes , into warm ones. You wondered how Jareth could like a girl with no sense, no you didn't , you thought why she wearing her baby brother hat.

Yet, your dog would not allow you to sit in peace, shoving their toy under the cupboard making you get up and get it otherwise they wouldn't stop crying, or eating all their food and scratching for more. Then, they had knocked your drink everywhere with their toy.

Groaning in annoyance , for the hundredth time. "You know if the Goblin king was real, y/d/n, I'd wish for him to take you for a time out." Of course you handed read that far you didn't know what would really happen to him..

"You know what, I'll just say it, just in case. I wish the goblins would take you away, right now." A crack of thunder had made you jump out of your skin turning towards it , before turning back hearing scratching on the floor, to see nothing, by this time it's pitch black, only light from a small lamp is seen , your dog is gone.

Suddenly the door crashes open, an owl flies in , before turning into a man. Not that you could see him much. "Uhm, I mean thanks for taking my dog for a time out , but uh thats dognapping, so.." He had only laughed loudly.

From what you you could see his hair was a huge blond mullet, there was glitter everywhere, and those pants...

"What's said is said."

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" That wasn't legal, he had broken into your home and stole your dog.

"I have brought you a gift, it's a crystal, nothing more. but if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. but this is not a gift for an ordinary girl who takes care of the dog.....do you want it? then forget the dog." You had scoffed at him, you could go ebay and get a crystal ball, who was this wannabe Gandalf?

"Sorry, no, I would like my dog." The king, looked disappointed with your answer, did he believe that would really work?

"don't defy me." His voice stern , as he threw a snake at you , but completely missed, coughing out a small laugh, as the man pretended it never happened.

"Y-you're no match for me."

"Stop with all the talk, how can I get y/d/n back?" With that , he had gestured you to come to the window, a huge maze could be seen, well labyrinth, instead of the dark sky. Turning back to Jareth, you realised you were no longer in your room, but outside the labyrinth.

"So, how does this work?" You could clearly see the man now, known as Jareth , the Goblin king, his eyes seemed very familiar, left pupil bigger than the right. He had pointed to a 13 hours clock, that had appeared.

"You have 13 hours in which to solve the labyrinth , and reach my castle, before your dog becomes one of us forever, such a pity." And boom he was a gone, not much to work from.

Now finding away into the labyrinth, indeed that seemed easy, of course it wasn't, no entrances , you thought of the only thing you could do... Climb the wall. By the time you had gotten over , there stood Jareth in the tight pants.

"You know, there was a door. This shall be your only warning." Poof he was gone again, if you continued climbing walls maybe you'd have to compliment his pants. Next time put a bloody door.

Though you had no idea what in gods earth you was doing, you just decided to head straight forward as you could, thus to get to the castle quicker. Not going one away and ending going through the side door out of the labyrinth.

As you could expect, Jareth was not very happy that you were travelling through his labyrinth, like it was your house. In fact, he was angered, so much , that he wanted to pick you up, as if you were a rag doll and dump you to the start. Then again, you’d just go twice as fast through.

So, there sat Jareth on his throne, with your dog upon his lap, his little whip thing in hand. Suit up Jareth, your not Indiana Jones. Staring into the crystal ball, unable to think.

The fact you had gotten passed the sausage dogs without a second thought pushed Jareth over the edge... He had attempted to jump scare you, but of course it had went south. Jareth rarely had anyone not beat the Labyrinth, and honestly you’d think he would’ve improved it.

Jareth hadn’t spoken in your presence, to inform you that he was there, instead he had placed a hand onto your shoulder. What he was not expecting was you to turn around at sonic speed, punching him square in the face.

Stumbling back, him his boots, holding his now bloody nose, he had let out a yelp in surprise. He did not expect that, not at all.

You had reached some sort of lake, with a path down to a small house, when you had punched Jareth anyways.

After you had seen that it was Jareth that you had punched, who else would it be, guilty travelled up your body suffocating you. Almost instantly you had rushed to Jareth, ripping part of the end of your t-shirt, bringing the fabric to his nose. Pulling his bloody hand from his nose, with a harsh grip, since he lead stiff.

Your face was sweating, not only were you scared that he might kill you, but also you had felt bad for him, after the numerous times he had checked up on you. You wondered if he ever spoke to anyone other than the Goblins, you wondered if he could even leave this place without being wished.

Gripping his sharp jaw to move his face, allowing you to make get a better look at the bleeding, keeping the fabric to his nose, soaking all the blood up. You didn’t even know Faes bled.

“J-Jareth, I’m so sorry! You made me jump, I swear I didn’t do it on purp-“ Jareth liked the contact, the anger he felt before had slipped away, your soft fingers upon his skin, your favourite t-shirt now ruined as you had sacrificed it for his nose. Oh, and he knew that was your favourite shirt.

Your pleading e/c eyes staring into his mismatched ones, made both of your hearts beat fast than moments before. It almost made him forget why you were here; but when he did remember his eyes returned harsh. You only felt bad because you were frightened, he knew you’d leave him soon as you had beaten his labyrinth.

Oh how wrong he was.

Pulling away rudely, using his magic to pull a clock out of no where, using his gloved had to skip it forward three hours, smirking. Fake smirking, the quicker this ends the better, he could not bare to fall in love with a silly human girl again, just to be rejected.

Your eyes widened in confusion, your torn end of your t-shirt still in your hand, bloodied. “W-what?” 6 hours left.

Poof Jareth was gone yet again, oh and how he had some plans for you. Stood in brief shock of what had just occurred, trying to forget the tingles that had erupted down your hand, throughout your whole body, like electric shocks. Shaking it off, like you were about to warm up for pe , just like high school. Ew.

You had continued down the path, to the small house, and within minutes you had reached it. Didn’t seem like there was away around, only way was through.

Thankfully, it was unlocked, allowing you straight in. Only for it to slam close behind you, you didn’t think of anything of it, all you could think about in this moment was how your stomach was growling loudly.

The rag now placed into your back pocket, as you searched the tiny kitchen for anything, coming across an overly large strawberry, you didn’t even think before you had devoured it.

In that moment you heard it the door clicked, you had rushed to it testing it, locked, of course. Your feet now suddenly soaking wet , gulping you had looked down the floor covered in soapy water, rising dangerously. Surely he would not kill you?

All the windows now sealed shut, no upstairs , only the chimney , thankfully wide as. You did the only thing you could, your stomach turning, feeling light headed, the water reaching your knees.

You got in it, but the walls were too slippery so you held your breath just as the water got above your shoulders. Swimming up the chimney with the water, not full breast stroke of course, no room for that. The water pressure building at such a speed you ended up flying out the end of the chimney, no idea how that was even possible.

Then everything went black, soon entering a dream world...well no it wasn’t a dream. Now dressed in gown, at a ball, a masquerade, the room almost packed with guests with goblin like masks., all wearing big expensive gowns, or suite like attire. Loud laughter dimmed out by the loud gently music.. what.

Turning every which way, you felt like you were looking for something, just you could not recall what. A skinny man, with a bo dazzled suite, a long blond mullet with stripes of blue to match his suite, a diamond at his next instead of a tie or bow, frilly shirt. He held a similar goblin mask, only when you caught his eye he had pulled it away.

Only you and him without masks, his eyebrows with no ends, h-his strangely familiar eyes , his thin lips, you felt a strong pull towards him.

“There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky.”

All you could do is stare at him, as the song began, mouth gapped at him, your dress that before felt heavy no felt like nothing, as he began walking towards you, through the people.

“Within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast”

Trying to get passed the strange people, to get him, he simply danced with other people that already had partners, I mean, like pressed up against the partners.

“In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon

Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through.” He didn’t even try to get to you as you chased after him, these strange people suffocating you, getting in your way on purpose.

“Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone.” Then he was gone, your eyes searched the room, not seeing him hidden behind a fan behind you, continued your search. As he smirked behind you, oh how he couldn’t stop feeling the way he did about you, he thought it was funny how now you chased him instead of the other way around.

“Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down.” He had continued making his way through the people, in direct view , as you searched still.

“Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love.” Squeezing through the people, feeling panicked, you had no idea what was happening, nor why you felt like this for a strange man, shoving pushed the people that circled you.

“I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now.” You had found him, as a fan moved, he stood sandwiched by two woman.

“We're choosing the path

Between the stars

I'll leave my love

Between the stars” Only then did he come towards you,his face should no emotion, you wondered how you had gotten here. Now with a mans hand out waist and the other in his hand as you danced.

“As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all.” You couldn’t remember knowing how to dance, but you and Jareth done turns in sync with all the other dancers, staring deeply into his mismatched pupils.

“But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling” Jareth-how did you now know his name, now singing along, wow self loving much , who plays their own music. He had every right. Only then, did you feel yourself leaning to his lips.

“As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down.”

Jareth had noticed, leaning towards you as well, you felt your lips connect to his soft ones, as your eyes closed. That’s all it took for your remove your hands from his shoulder and hand bringing them up into his blond hair. Pulling his face towards yours, not allowing yourself to disconnect from him, you both had stopped dance at this point.

His arms now around your waist pulling you both closer together again, one of your hand now cupping his cheek, as you both kissed. Pulling away for a second to breathe, before pressing your lips against his again harshly this time, biting his lip hard, he had almost jumped, letting out a yelp, only then were you able insert your tongue into his mouth.

You both had long forgotten the people that surrounded you both. Jareths grip now tightened, your tongue fighting against his. Only until he had pulled your hair, pulling you from him lips, your eyes slammed shut, your hands now against his clothed chest, as he pressed kisses down your bare neck. A small moan had escaped your mouth, your hand travelling down to his pants. “Can I?” Jareth had looked into your eyes, his other pupil now almost reaching the same size as his other, nodding.

You hand cupping, his manhood, his pulse heightened under your touch, Jareth had groaned loudly, his bulging member against your palm, as Jareths hips had pushed against your hand for friction. Jareth now sucking harshly at your neck, rubbing your hand against him.

You had forgotten about the room full off people;but Jareth had definitely not, he did not want to take you in front of them, at this moment he didn’t care, he had not had pleasure in a very long time. Leaving your neck, Jareth had joined your lips again, biting your already swollen bottom lips, returning to sloppy small kisses, you had wished that Jareth had picked a less poofy dress.

Your hands leaving Jareths body, he had let out a small sigh, he had thought you had remembered, especially when you began to lift the bottom the dress. Only then did you notice the people, wide eye, but they were still dancing, even if they were looking, Jareth touch was intoxicating.

Your calf’s now on show, almost touching Jareth again, how starred down at you confused, as you looked up at him with a small grin, lifting your leg up and over hip. Instantly he had gripped the soft skin under your thigh, your dress now bunched up to your waist, as you wrapped your arms around Jareths neck.

Pressing your clothes core against, his bulging, your core soaking through, jumping up, so that both of your legs were now wrapped tightly against Jareth. Your lips on his, his hands travelling up your legs slowly, all the way to your waist again, wet kisses as your hips began to rock against Jareths stone member. Your stomach turning into knots against him.

Your clit pulsating against him, undoubtedly he could feel it too, your speed quickly increase, pushed Jareth over the edge with a loud groan, you were pressed against the stone floor. Still, you grinned harshly against him, his hands now either side of your head, his only your upper back against the floor.

Looking into his hungry eyes, pleading for him to do something, stopping your hip movements . “J-Jareth, a-are you sure we should do this here? W-with these people?” Jareth had only smirked at you lowering himself to your ear level. “Love, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed about, plus they can only see when I want them too, understand?” Whispering into your ear, that must be why they didn’t even look your way.

“Now, I must ask, do you want this? Definitely?” His face not inches from yours, his eyes searched yours. “Yes, please.” With that Jareth had unwrapped your legs from him, tearing the bottom of the dress, he was a very skinny man, it was a shame ‘twas a lovely dress. Only your underwear covered you bottom half now, your heels now discarded.

Snapping your legs closed in embarrassment, Jareth had lifted your leg by your calf pressed gently pecks all the way up, till he got your thigh, his eyes meeting yours as you sat up on your elbows, you had nodded at him, anyone would’ve been nervous, especially a virgin.

His lips now reattached to your soft skin on your thigh, gently he had pulled your legs apart , your heat had already been dripping from just kissing, but now it was a river. A snap of his fingers and your underwear were gone.

Jareths face now dangerously close, your whole lower parts on show to him, he had grinned up at you, his hot breath on your most sensitive area, sent chills through your core... literally. Jareth had groaned just feeling your thighs shake in his hands, his erection now painfully restricted.

With that he had slid his tongue up your folds one, letting out a gasp, you hadn’t been touched like this ever. He had brought a single figure to plunge into you, swirling it around you for only a second, his other hand now holding your stomach down, from your squirming underneath him. Removing the finger, his eyes locked onto your as he slipped it into his mouth, sucking on it, before pulling his finger out of his mouth with a pop.

His face satisfied with you, whimpering , he had barely touched you, yet you were pooling already, orgasm almost there, “please...” Parting your folds, he had slowly removed eye contact, his tongue now licking you like an icecream cone, your nerves on overdrive, he had plunged his tongue into you, his hand back on your thighs, squeezing as he swirled around in you. Your legs clenching on his head, grinding into his face.

“Jareth!” Considering you were quite shy, with men anyways, the moan of his name, caused Jareth to tighten his grip, tongue from your opening, he rolled your clit gently between his teeth, you hand cried out, your legs thrown over his shoulders, you could feel your orgasm coming. Pulling tightly at his long hair for more, a loud growl had erupted from his mouth, travelling through you, your stomach tightening.

So close to satisfaction, “J-Jareth..” His tongue had attached back onto your clit, bringing his fingers close to you, one of your legs still on his shoulder, the other leg, he had placed against the stone floor, spreading your legs widely, so that he could insert his finger into you. Your back now curved from the floor, adding two more fingers into your wet opening.

Sweat upon your face, like drops of rain water, allowing you a moment to adjust, Jareth had began to his fingers into you, his mouth detached, faster, and faster by the second. Spreading his fingers in you, you couldn’t hang on any longer. Your legs now shaking like hurricane, Jareth knew you was close, your head thrown back, as you finally met your orgasm.

Removing his fingers, as the please hit you like wrecking ball, throughout our lower half, you had let out a loud moan of pleasure. Your hips finally buckled , riding your orgasm in Jareths face. Panting heavily, Jareth had looking up , wiping the remaining of your juices on his palm.

“J-Jareth?” He now laid next to you, how was he still fully clothed? He had hummed in response. “C-can we just start with that for now,” You were worried, that he’d get angry, but instead he had just looked at you with a gently smile. “Of course, love.” Then you noticed, his painfully erected member, bringing your hand to his bulge rubbing him again, groaning in surprise.

“I-I’ve never done anything like this.” Jareth only nodded, as you stroked him through his pants, he wasn’t going to take your virginity not like this. He was a good man- fae sorry, he took all those children from people that didn’t want them. Shouldn’t be thinking about this right now.

Slipping you hand into Jareths pants, you stroked him harshly, rubbing the his tip gently with your thumb when you reached it, before repeating the cycle. Jareths lips upon yours , you could still taste yourself on him. Quickening your pace, soon enough his he had bitten down roughly onto your lip, as he came.

Yet again, you were both laying on the floor, laying your shoulders on his arm, that wrapped around you laying in his chest.

“Can I have my dog back? I mean- if you let me go back, you could come too, o-only if you want to anyways?” You had stuttered out your words , causing Jareth to laugh at you, he had a feeling you still remembered.

“Of course.”

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bitter-sweet-farmgirl · 3 years

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A Chance Meeting

So it turns out I have absolutely no self control. So here you are; Thorin POV of ADM. Enjoy, and be sure to let me know what you think!

Part 1 of ‘Matters of the Heart’. Link to Series Masterlist

Thorin’s POV of A Deep Misunderstanding

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Estel

Word Count: 2,267

Warning(s): Rude Thorin, a mild swear word or two

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I turned the map in my hands, trying to make sense of the twisting pathways of The Shire.

Damn those Hobbits and their complicated city designs. Why couldn't everything be straight instead of twirling around in circles?!

Glancing up to compare a street name on the map with those upon the wooden marker, I scowled in frustration. I had already gone down the wrong path once, and I did not wish to repeat my mistake. Well, then there was the other street I went down and got lost in.

"Why didn't the blasted wizard think to mention that there are multiple streets named after the same bloody plant?" I grumbled to myself, striding down a pathway that seemed to match one on the map the aforementioned wizard had given me at our last meeting.

The dirt was well-trodden beneath my boots; pebbles crunching lightly with each step I took. A light breeze gently guided the few clouds scudding across the bright full moon that lit my way. The faded emerald flannel of my cloak and the hot Dwarvish blood that ran through my veins was enough to shield me from the breeze, but all the same I pulled the cloth tighter around me, disguising my figure.

The last thing I wanted was one of these Hobbits making a fuss about a Dwarf wandering through their streets in the dead of night. That would just be the icing upon the cake to this already disastrous night.

Just then, I came to the top of the hill; a picket fence surrounding a round Hobbit dwelling that had the mark of Gandalf etched on the green door. Vaguely, I could make out the sound of raucous singing and loud voices from where I stood.

Mahal, I was late.

Heaving a sigh of relief at finally reaching my destination, I opened the gate and trudged through up the cobblestones. Stepping up onto the doorstep, I thumped thrice upon the door; my frustration getting the better of me.

Instantly the noise died down and silence fell upon the moonlight night. I turned my gaze to one of the windows, trying to see who had all arrived before me.

Then the door creaked open and I turned my head to look through it, gazing at Gandalf who was bent double as he stood in the entryway of the Hobbit hole. A Hobbit stood just behind him, looking thoroughly put out.

"Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice." I murmured in a low voice, stepping inside. "I wouldn't have found it at all, had it not been for that mark on the door." I undid the chain fastening my cloak around my neck and pulled the garment off; folding it neatly and setting it aside.

"Mark?" The Hobbit exclaimed, pattering over to the door to peer at it as Gandalf pushed it shut. "There's no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!" He protested. I ignored the peeved Hobbit and gazed around at my surrounds with a smile on my face.

Comfort was a word that described this place perfectly, and comfort was something that I longed for after a long journey from the Blue Mountains.

"There is a mark, I've put it there myself." Gandalf replied to the Hobbit before turning to look over at me. "Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield."

I looked down upon the Hobbit, stepping closer to study him with a close eye. "So, this is the Hobbit." I murmured, disbelieving that this was whom Gandalf had talked so highly of. Crossing my arms, I shifted on my feet. "Tell me Mister Baggins, have you done much fighting?" I inquired roughly, walking around the Hobbit to look him over.

He looked small and used to the comforts of home; hardly someone I would take along on a arduous quest. He would be more of a liability than an asset.

The Hobbit shuffled on his feet, looking utterly bewildered. "Pardon me?"

I continued on with my questioning, taking in the fine linens he wore. "Axe or sword, what's your weapon of choice?" I asked, coming back to face the Hobbit.

He rocked in place, glancing down at the ground before returning my gaze. "Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know." He replied saucily, "but I fail to see why that's relevant."

I refrained from rolling my eyes, turning away from the Hobbit to look over at the others who had clustered in the doorway. "I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar." I smirked, looking back at Kili who grinned and laughed at my poking fun at the Hobbit.

The Hobbit looked disgruntled at my words, but stayed silent as I walked past him towards the doorway where Dwalin stood. He and Balin turned and led me through the kitchen and into the dining room.

There in the dining room, a raven-haired woman worked at stacking plates; her back towards us as she picked up a pile. Turning around, she started in surprise upon catching sight of us standing there, but kept her hold upon the plates.

I was not one for petty, emotional feelings, but it would be a lie if I denied that I did not feel fluttering within my disloyal heart. I was embarking on a dangerous quest; I had no reason to be lusting after a pretty dame. But yet there was something about her that attracted me.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I asked with a raised brow, curious as to why the Hobbit had a Dwarrowdame in his home. They were rare enough within Dwarvish colonies, so how did she come to be in these parts?

But before she could respond, Gandalf spoke up from behind me. "Her name is Estel and I brought her along with me because I believe she can be of use on this quest of yours."

I turned to look at him, unsure if my ears were working properly.

Take Dwarrowdame along on a quest that might very well claim all our lives? I should think not! Particularly if she is as attractive...NO! I cannot think of her in such a way. I had no business pining after a dame.

"I do not think that she can be of any help on this quest, Gandalf. We do not need another person to look after..." I murmured meaningfully, but Gandalf paid no attention me and went on to take his place at the table.

The lass--Estel--was quick to hurry away with her load of plates, heading into the kitchen where she lingered. I took a seat at the head of the table as the rest of my companions made their way back into the room and found a seat.

Everyone talked quietly as they waited for some unknown signal, but I remained preoccupied in my thoughts. I had seen many different dames during my lifetime, but none--not even the most beautiful--had sparked such feelings as Estel had when my gaze fell upon her.

It was not like she was different--oh, but she was--she was shorter in stature, sturdy, dark-haired with blue eyes that glimmered like sapphires or kyanite gems found deep within the mines. No different than any other dame I had ever met.

But yet, she was entirely different all at the same time. Such a contradictory thing, but true nonetheless.

Soft footsteps sounded behind me, and the woman preoccupying my thoughts appeared at my side with a bowl in her hands.

"We saved some of this back for you, Master Thorin." She murmured softly, setting the bowl down in front of me. I gazed up at her delicate features--ignoring how my heart fluttered as I took in the slight smile she wore.

"Thank you, Miss Estel." I nodded, and she nodded back before turning away to settle herself beside Bofur.

Jealousy rose within me like a dragon as Bofur turned to talk quietly with her. She laughed softly at something he said and I resisted the urge to bolt upright and separate them. Why did it matter? It was not as if she was my One or anything. These were just lustful feelings brought about by my long journey. Nothing more.

But Balin's voice drew my attention away from the raven-haired lass. "What news from the meeting in Ered Luin?" He inquired, setting his elbows on the table before him as he leaned forward with interest. "Did they all come?"

I swallowed my mouthful of warm broth and nodded, pushing aside all thoughts other than the quest we were embarking on. "Aye, envoys from all seven kingdoms...."

Later, after the Hobbit had fainted upon hearing the description of Smaug, I lingered in one of the hallways with Balin. We watched as the Hobbit walked away from Gandalf, and Balin let out a sigh.

"It appears we have lost our burglar. Probably for the best. The odds were always against us. After all, what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkers, toy makers. Hardly the stuff of legend." He bemoaned, and my gaze flickered over to him as he stood across from me.

"There are a few warriors amongst us." I countered softly, but Balin shook his head.

"Old warriors."

"I would take each and every one of these dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills, for when I called upon them, they answered." I murmured, "loyalty, honour, a willing heart. I can ask no more than that."

That was all they had to offer in the first place.

Balin watched me carefully as I twisted the key Gandalf had given to me in my fingers. "You don't have to do this. You have a choice. You've done honourably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains. A life of peace of plenty. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor." He said quietly, but I only shook my head gently.

"From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day when the dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice, Balin. Not for me."

Balin smiled, his eyes twinkling at me. "Then we are with you, laddie. We will see it done."

I smiled gratefully at the elder Dwarrow, knowing that what I asked was no small feat. We all ran the risk of losing our lives in this quest.

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Following my conversation with Balin, we made our way into the sitting room where the rest of the Dwarrows had begun to gather before the fire. Instantly, my eyes sought out Estel and after a moment I found her sitting alone, cradling a mug in her hands as she stared into the flames.

Upon my entrance, she glanced up and her gaze met mine for a instant before she looked away again, looking down at her mug.

Ignoring the urge to go and talk with her, I walked over to the mantlepiece, leaning against it and staring down into the orange and yellow flames that danced to unheard music.

Slowly, I began to hum, losing myself in thoughts and memories of a day long past; a day when fire lit up the sky and ground shook beneath the feet of a dragon.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold. To dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away ere break of day. To find our long forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height, the winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread. The trees like torches blazed with light.

Gradually, the rest joined in, choosing either to sing aloud or hum the melody. The room filled with the heavy weight of sorrow as those old enough to remember the day recalled everything that had happened. I scanned the room, my gaze lingered on the lass.

She sat mutely, her brow furrowed as she listened to the words. Vaguely, I wondered how old she was. Perhaps she was around Kili's age and had only heard the stories about that fateful day.

I continued to watch her as the last notes faded away, the room falling silent once more, save for the crackling of the fire. Drawing a deep breath, I pushed away from the mantlepiece and walked over to Estel, seating myself by her side.

It was strange; I felt nervous about approaching her.

"Miss Estel, do you not know this song?" I inquired in a low voice, and she turned her head to look at me; raven locks spilling over her shoulder to cascade down her back.

"No, Master Thorin. I have never heard it before." She answered, and I raised an eyebrow.

"You haven't?"

"No." She bit her lower lip, drawing my gaze to it.

I wanted nothing more than to steal a taste... Mahal, what was I thinking?

Drawing in a deep breath, I reluctantly focused my gaze on her eyes. Estel continued to gnaw on her lip--driving me mad--as she glanced out the window behind the two of us.

"It is high time for me to call it a night I believe. I will see you early tomorrow, Master Thorin." She nodded to me as she rose to her feet; shooting me a smile that shouldn't have caused my heart to flutter like it did.

I had no business falling in love.

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A Difference (3)

Warnings: angst, fluff, familial fluff, míra gets a bit of revenge for thorin’s behaviour and helps gandalf out

She knocked on the door Lindir had named, and waited.

“Go away Fili.” Kili’s voice was clogged, and a little watery, sullen. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“I’m coming in,” she warned, pushing the door open, and stepping through. She made her way through the empty room, to the pile of blankets on the bed, pulling back the duvet from his face.

“Míra,” he breathed, surprised, his dark eyes meeting hers.

“Kili,” she answered, the thoughts that had been racing in her head now vanishing. “Sorry to barge in, I just-I wanted to apologise.”

“You have no need to apologise, Míra,” Kili said, softly, though his tear-stained cheeks and red eyes told a slightly different story.

“No, I do, there has been a misunderstanding,” she replied, in gentle khuzdul.

“Oh Mahal, what did Fili say?” Kili huffed, sitting up, and folding his arms.

“He didn’t say anything deliberately,” she replied, absentmindedly picking at the edge of the duvet she was still holding. “He only explained that you had mistaken my relationship with Lindir.”

“Oh,” Kili murmured, something more akin to a grimace than a smile fixing across his face, “You seemed very happy with him.”

“I am, but he is almost my brother, Kili,” Míra told him, unable to help herself in moving closer. “He has been braiding my hair since before I even learnt to myself.” She pulled the braid around, for emphasis. “This is no courting braid. I feel no love for him but as a brother.” She paused, finishing her piece, her hand gently resting on Kili’s face as she wiped the tear streaks from his cheeks. His confused smile grew into a teasing grin, as he rested his hand on hers. Her thumb stopped moving across the tear tracks, as he grasped it.

“I did not know you were so emotional, Míra,” he laughed, softly, as he moved his hand to imitate her movement on his cheeks, gently wiping the few tears from beneath her black eyes. She stuck her tongue out at him, rolling her eyes, as she rested her head against his, gently.

“I am sorry to have caused you pain, Kili,” she whispered, and he pulled away, placing a kiss on her forehead as Lindir had done earlier.

“It is not your fault,” he soothed, looking her directly in the eyes. “You understand? It was a misunderstanding and that is not your fault. You deserve the time you have with your family here – I am sorry I disturbed it.” “Oh, I’m sure they will survive,” she laughed back, happily, “But actually, I should get back before they team up with Fili to destroy everything. I would not be against your company, but I fear the five of you may cause Lindir and Elrond too much trouble. Not to mention your dear uncle.” Kili’s eyes sparked at the idea of more aid in their mischievous endeavours, making her laughter grow.

“Come along then,” he said, leaping from beneath his blanket pile, and grabbing Míra by the hand. “Let us meet these brothers of yours and wreak havoc upon the King Under the Mountain! Mahal knows he deserves it.”

They were both breathless when they sprinted back into the courtyard, almost tripping over Fili, Elladan, and Glorfindel as they entered.

“I cannot believe you started without me, Fili.” Kili feigned insult, holding a hand to his heart. “We both know that I am the mastermind between us.”

“Indeed, and which of us got caught painting Uncle’s face pink while he slept?” Fili replied, rolling his eyes at his brother, and pulling him down. “Elladan, Glorfindel.” Elrohir strolled back in. “And Elrohir, just in time. This is my little brother Kili,” he announced, as Míra rolled her eyes and wandered off, to hide from the outcome of this combination. She found Lindir, Elrond, Gandalf, and Thorin in the library, as Gandalf tried to make Thorin hand over the map.

“The map, Thorin,” Gandalf growled, dangerously, as she wandered in. “Lord Elrond is one of the only people who will be able to read this for you, since you obviously will not have Míra handle it.” She caught Elrond’s eye as Thorin and Gandalf glared at each other, rolling her own, and flicking her hand, sending Thorin tumbling to the ground, the map falling from his reach. Hurriedly, Gandalf snatched it up, seeing only a flash of silver skirts as Míra vanished from the doorway. Quiet snickering behind her revealed the five sneaky pranksters, as Thorin flailed to his feet, disoriented by her magic.

“That was brilliant, winimo,” Glorfindel congratulated her, through laughter. The princes’ folded arms did not disguise the amusement on their faces, as footsteps clicked behind them, and she turned, to find Lindir, eyebrow raised.

“I believe the King Under the Mountain would consider your behaviour inappropriate, winimo,” he murmured, running his hand over her hair.

“The King Under the Mountain considers my existence inappropriate, brother,” she replied, a mischievous twinkle glittering in her eyes, “I do not think a little trip can make his opinion much worse.” Fili and Elladan cracked at that, and she caught their eyes as silence fell in the room. Kili glanced back, carefully, and nodded.

“Run.” The seven of them took off down the hallway, Lindir huffing about how the younger elves always got him into trouble, as the rest of them cackled in glee, hearing Thorin storm from the room behind them as they turned a corner.

“In here,” Míra commanded, leading the group through tight-woven trees, and down a long path. She nudged Glorfindel as his laughter failed to settle. “Be quiet if you value your head, else Thorin has it.” The path opened into a peaceful clearing, overlooking the valley and its waterfall.

“It’s beautiful,” Kili gasped, as he and his brother spun in circles, eyes devouring the view, before landing on a she-elf in the corner.

“Uhm, Míra?” He nudged her, and she turned to look, her face immediately lighting up.

“Arwen!” She leapt forward, snatching the smaller elf into a warm embrace. “I thought you were at Lóthlórien!” Silvery laughter bubbled out of the new arrival.

“And I thought you were travelling,” came the reply, in a soft tone.

“Of course, but how could I pass home without dropping in?” Míra answered, turning to face the others, with her arm still entwined around Arwen’s shoulders.

“Arwen, this is Fili, and this is Kili, Princes Under the Mountain, nephews to Thorin,” she introduced the two, who bowed, lowly, “Fili, Kili, this is Arwen, Elrond’s youngest and only daughter.”

“Only daughter?” Lindir asked, eyebrow raised.

“What my dear sister missed,” Elrohir filled in, “Was that she is a daughter of Elrond. By association. Arwen is our baby sister, yes, but Míra will always be our little one.” He pinched Míra’s cheek, teasingly, and she slapped him away.

“You know, I thought after over 2000 years you’d have given up the title of baby sister,” Arwen sighed, resignedly, sitting on the bench in the centre of the clearing.

“Never, nethig (baby sister),” Elladan answered, before the elves turned at the sound of the trees shifting.

“I would expect you would finish calling me “little one” when I am older,” Míra pouted, folding her arms. They all laughed, knowing she had grown to love the nickname that Elrohir had graced her with from the moment they had met.

“Older, yes,” Elrohir teased, “But shorter.”

“I thought I would find you all here,” Elrond said, with an attempt at the eyebrows of disapproval. “Míra, interfering in Thorin’s affairs will not improve his opinion of you.”

“I do not need to improve his opinion,” Míra replied, the corners of her mouth twitching up contagiously, “And you have to admit that was both hilarious and helpful.” Elrond’s face reluctantly split into a smile, as Gandalf approached, already emitting his soft chuckle.

“Where is the King Under the Mountain?” she asked, eventually.

“Sulking, no doubt,” Fili put in, grinning widely.

“Most likely in a corner, glaring darkly into nothingness,” Kili elaborated, beside him. The younger group and Gandalf split into another round of chuckles, as Lindir and Elrond watched, bemused.

“What happened?” Arwen demanded, eventually, “What did you do?”

“Míra blew Thorin away,” Kili answered, barely able to contain his laughter.

“Literally,” Fili added, absently flipping one of his ever-present knives. “She knocked him over, so that the map fell out of his hands for Lord Elrond to read.” Míra shook her head, suddenly flicking around to face the entrance again, as loud footsteps neared. Through the trees, the group watched Thorin’s shadow stalk by, before he noticed the entrance, and stormed in. He spotted the group, and growled, picking up his pace, before he took in Elrond standing nearby. Nearly roaring in frustration, he turned and whipped from their presence, thundering out of sight.

“Well, that was pleasant,” Kili muttered, rolling his eyes. “Ever the dramatist, our Uncle.”

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Forgotten

Chapter Eight

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The travel was exhausting but Dalura refused to allow her posture to change. She remained stoic and strong, watching as the others spoke about random things. They also had a habit of making bets, one involving Bilbo rather amusing to her. But she remained silent, as promised, only giving a snort as response when asked a question. Soon though, they finally stopped for the night, several of the dwarves making a fire and starting a meal near a cliff’s edge.

Dalura sat away from the group, discreetly rubbing her back. It had been awhile since she rode a pony and she had forgotten the pain when trying to get back into it. Still, it was a nice change from the Shire, having to dress a certain way or act another. Even though she wished…

It didn’t matter. All she knew was that she would gladly take another path. Traveling with the company was a different experience than she was use too. Nori, Ori, and Dori were nice and Dori seemed to have the better manners than the others. Then there was Bifur and Bofur, one the silent one then another that would constantly tell stories. And of course, Bombur, the one with the appetite. Gloin and Oin, the two that seemed to have the most battle experience compared to the others. Kili and Fili were one of the younger dwarves and she knew she had to watch out for them, knowing both of them were the biggest pranksters she ever met.

But then there were two others, Dwalin and Balin. For some reason, both registered in her head, in a memory long past. She knew them, knew them somehow but the harder she would focus, the more her head were hurt. She eventually had to stop trying, the pain becoming too much for her. But she would try again later.

And finally, aside from herself and Bilbo, was the leader of their company.

Thorin Oakenshield.

He was the one that she had the most problems with, constantly catching him glaring at her and even bumping into her on purpose. She had, at one point, even rode further ahead of him to check the path, only to receive a rebuttal from the grumpy dwarf. She responded with a quick heel to his toe, pretending that she lost her footing to avoid further issues. Regardless, she was beginning to hate the leader and had thought of putting an arrow between his eyes to get him to back off.

“Your disguise is good, my lady. You almost had me fooled,” a voice forced her back to stiffen, her hooded head snapping in the direction of the voice. The tall one, known as Gandalf, sat next to her, a look of amusement gracing his features. He smoked on a pipe, his fingers gingerly holding it. She learned he was a wizard, so was not surprised that he figured it out.

“It was best, since the idea of a woman traveling with men would be frowned upon,” she whispered. Gandalf chuckled before glancing at the others that were too occupied arguing over the food. She found it amusing, almost familiar, but amusing none the less.

“Yes, of course,” Gandalf nodded. “May I know your real name?”

“Dalura,” she spoke after a minute, somehow knowing that she could trust the wizard. Gandalf suddenly choked on his pipe before glancing at the little one hiding next to him in surprise.

“I am to presume the Lady Dalura Metalcloak?” he finally spoke after he cleared his throat. Dalura found herself at a loss for words, suspicion sinking in. Not many knew her full name and it bothered her that someone she barely knew did.

“How did you know?” she questioned, watching as Gandalf relit his pipe. He remained quiet, trying to hide the pain in his chest for a moment before looking at her hooded head.

“Because, my dear, you and Thorin were supposed to be married before Smaug destroyed Erebor.”

“Married? To that barbarian?” her complete disbelief was palpable, eyes going wide at she looked toward Thorin. He was too busy keeping watch, uncaring of the other wandering eyes that snapped to him.

“Yes, though you loved him more than anything.”

“I don’t remember ever being able to love such a horrid man!” she whispered harshly. Gandalf chuckled, leaning back against a tree. He found this rather amusing. It was well known who Thorin Oakenshield’s One was and that she was presumed to have perished in the fire. Instead, he found himself sitting next to her on an adventure to reclaim their homeland, very much alive.

“I can assure you, my lady, that you did love him and that you still do. I have seen the way you stare at him, as if he means much to you. Like an ache that you cannot get rid of except through him,” Gandalf muttered, watching the woman flinch. He knew how the dwarves felt toward their Ones and the feelings that were involved. No one could reject or hide those emotions no matter how hard they tried.

Dalura found herself falling silent. She had forgotten those little moments. Several times, she found herself staring at the leader. She knew him, recognized him in some way. But it never would come to her. No matter how many times she would focus, nothing would register with her. But the old wizard was right. Something about this dwarf registered with her heart and caused her to miss him terribly. Like an old wound that never healed. And something about the story Balin told them, when Fili and Kili mentioned Orcs and Thorin snapped at them… it hit her rather roughly. She even touched her arm, an old scar bringing up a flash of something in her past. Orcs… near Erebor…

“It does not matter,” Dalura found her voice cracking, a part of her sinking to the pit of her stomach as she pushed that particular memory away. “Not anymore.”

“I am sure, my lady, that this journey will grant you what you have been seeking,” Gandalf responded to her, smoking at his pipe in thought. Yes, this could turn out in his favor. Gandalf had feared that this journey could end the line of Durin, the fears of the past constantly haunting him. But this little revelation could work in his favor.

“You must be patient.”

“It’s all I have,” she answered him quickly, defensively. Gandalf did not press her as they got use to the silence between them, merely ignoring her like the others. But the old wizard knew that he would have to keep an eye on things even more so.

“Tonks?”

Dalura glanced up slightly, spotting her cousin nearby. She could see that he was fidgeting, confusing her slightly until she spotted the box in his hands. It was her bead box and she couldn’t help but to reach up, touching her hair and feeling how light the strands were.

“They won’t notice if you disappear for a moment,” Gandalf chuckled, seeing the young Halfling fidget. He received a snort as an answer but it did not take long for the two to disappear. And as he thought, not a single dwarf noticed them slipping away.

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Bilbo finished adding the last bead, watching as she sighed in enjoyment.

“You seem happier now,” he watched as Dalura stood, her hands running over her hair in enjoyment.

“Of course. I love each of these beads. Especially these two,” Dalura touched the two she was fond of most, one she recognized and the other she didn’t. Bilbo nodded before standing up, stretching his back. They had spent some time away from the others, just talking about silly little things. Dalura admitted to receiving some flashbacks, blurry and undefined, but the two were grateful that something was beginning to awaken within her. Still, Bilbo was sure the others were beginning to wonder about them and he didn’t need any rumors spreading.

“Well, I think I’ll join the others.”

“I’ll stay here a moment longer,” Dalura looked back at Bilbo, a sad smile on her lips as something dawned on her. “To relax without a cloak. Without having to hide.”

“Of course,” Bilbo nodded before walking back to the group. Dalura turned back to look out over the cliff, her eyes scanning the horizon. Hiding was beginning to take hold on her, somehow finding it sad. And again, she felt a pain that she was not familiar with. Something about the leader of their company. It was… confusing. Even more so, flashes of blurry memories surfaced then, somehow the young Halfling knowing that they were coming. She remembered Balin and a training room, Dwalin also being present. And another dwarf, a male she felt anger at in that room before it changing to feeling fire and pain.

Dalura flinched, her fingers trailing to her side. The pain was familiar. She didn’t know how the Elves knew but they said she survived an injury that none could claim. She had somehow missed being burned alive, only receiving the aftermath of the flames on her skin. Her back was mainly disfigured, parts of tissue scarred from the hell she received.

“Ah, there ya are laddie. We were beginning to worry.”

She turned at the voice, her eyes going wide as Balin appeared from the other side of the brush. He paused, meeting her gaze as disbelief took over his features. She found it rather amusing though. She remembered him and the first time she saw him. The day he told Dwalin to watch the words he spoke in front of her.

“It cannot be,” Balin whispered, his voice choking. “Lass, is it really…Lady Dalura?”

“Hello Balin,” she whispered, the elder dwarf rushing toward her. He hugged her close before cupping her face in his hands.

“All this time and we thought you were lost in the ruins. But you’re here,” Balin smiled, turning toward the camp. “The others-“

“No, please,” Dalura stopped him, her sad eyes forcing the dwarf to pause. “I…was not lying about losing my memory, Balin. I don’t want to upset the others if I don’t know them.”

“I see. But surely someone else.”

“Dwalin. I remember Dwalin a bit.”

“Which is a good thing too!” a gruff voice harshly whispered. Dalura glanced behind Balin, seeing the said dwarf stalking his way to her. His rough hands lifted her up off the ground, pulling the woman into a rough hug. Dalura tried her hardest to hug him back, wondering what to do, but she let it go when she felt his shoulders shake.

“I thought I failed yer da and Thorin. It was my fault ya went to him first. Lead ya to yer death,” Dwalin sniffled, taking her by surprise. Dalura instead shushed him, her hands rubbing what she could get of his back.

“I’m okay, Dwalin. It’s fine.”

“Why didn’t ya send for us?” Dwalin put her down, rubbing his eyes to erase the tears he didn’t want the others to see. “We would have came for ya!”

Dalura shifted on her feet, her hands twisting together. She knew they wouldn’t take the news well but they deserved to know the truth.

“Because I was on death’s door,” she answered, watching the horror transform their features. “I did not escape Erebor unscathed. If it hadn’t been for a few Elves who decided to look for survivors, then I may have died.”

“Elves, in Erebor?”

“They were migrating back home. But they heard of the tragedy and heard of the betrayal from Thranduil. They entered the mountain quietly,” she shivered as a familiar jolt took her by surprise, “and found me in the rubble. I was severely injured by the fire of…of…”

“Take your time, lass. Don’t force them,” Balin tried to be reassuring, though it pained him to see this. His lady had lost her memories and he had heard that regaining them should come naturally. Forcing them could cause more harm than good.

“Smaug,” she whispered so softly that Balin had to strain to hear her. But the dragon’s name was enough to make the two flinch in fear of the pain she endured.

“His fire hit my back, burning the dress I wore and my flesh. I remember the pain, such agony, but nothing else. I had been unconscious for months, apparently transferred from one Elven kingdom to another. I stopped at one particular one ran by a kind Elf lord, who cared for me until I awakened,” Dalura gripped her side, where the scarred tissue of her back reached. It was horror waking up, screaming in agony. She couldn’t lay on her back for several weeks afterwards and was barely able to move. “Only after I had healed properly did they send me to the Shire. It’s the only thing I truly remember save the name Erebor. I don’t know anything else. Of course, before I went, I learned how to shoot a bow and fight with a dagger more effectively.”

“As much as I dislike you fighting with us, I am grateful. We would not have seen you again had you not weaseled your way in,” Balin chuckled. Dalura smiled fondly toward the dwarf before looking toward the camp of the others. They watched her furrow her brows before sighing, rubbing at her temple. She wanted to remember but she couldn’t. She was too tired to care at this moment….

“Balin, Dwalin! Thorin’s wondering where you…..By Mahal!”

“Oh no,” Dalura whispered, looking toward a dark haired dwarf. Kili was stood frozen, staring wildly at her as if he had never seen a woman. It took him only a minute to spot the cloak she had worn before looking at her, then the cloak again. Seconds turned into minutes until it clicked, Kili turning on his heel.

“Now just one second laddie!” Dwalin stomped toward Kili, lifting the younger dwarf by his collar with one hand. The other dived into a bush, lifting another dwarf from within by the collar as well. Only this one was blonde.

“Don’t you two go spoiling things. She needs time!” Dwalin carried the two in front of her, forcing the boys to acknowledge her existence. Balin made it even more uncomfortable for the three as he added, “Now boys, I want you to meet your Aunt Dalura. Show her respect.”

“Aunt?”

“Dalura?”

“You mean,” the two shared a look, speaking at the same time, before looking at her with a silly grin.

“It’s true then. Some said you had to have survived the fall of Erebor,” Kili started.

“Your stubbornness was one to rival that of Uncle Thorin’s,” Fili finished. Dalura gave a breathy laugh before nodding in agreement.

“Thorin and I did have differences in opinions quite often,” she smiled fondly before allowing it to falter, a hand going to her head. She felt a migraine beginning, her head feeling like it was splitting in half.

“Deep breath, lass. It’s okay,” Balin gripped her shoulders, holding her upright as she leaned over with a groan.

“Is she alright, Balin?”

“Now boys, you both need to keep this between us. Dalura lost her memories and she is slowly gaining them back,” Balin then grinned, adding, “Consider this a surprise for your uncle. Something you helped with.”

Fili and Kili shared knowing looks before nodding enthusiastically. The idea of knowing something their uncle would kill for gave them the incentive to keep it even more so. But Kili surprised them all by hugging her.

“I’m glad to know your alive. Mum always talked fondly of you. But she would love to meet you herself instead of going by memories Thorin refuses to discuss,” he whispered to her. Dalura nodded before shooing off the boys, watching as they left with giggles and whispers of how to torment their uncle. Dalura shook her head before walking to collect her cloak. She wrapped it around her shoulders, sighing deeply before looking at the two.

“One day, my lady. One day you won’t have to wear it.”

She sighed again.

“Hopefully soon.”

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