#so i have decided to test it out on all of my hobbit lads and lassies

[berjhawn]

Angel On Fire - Ch. 9 - Her Longing

Warnings: Heartbreaks ; angst ; fluff ; fighting ; etc

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader ; Thorin Oakenshield X Reader ; Bucky X Reader X Thorin ; Marvel X Reader X Hobbit

(A/N) Since the previous chapter was short i decided to update two in a day. 

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As darkness falls the dwarves, Gandalf, and I wait for Bilbo to return from his scouting. I rub at my ribs as the pain slowly starts to fade. Thankfully Oin said none of them were broken and he gave me a salve to rub on my abdomen. It had been very helpful. I lean against a nearby tree and letting out a heavy sigh wish I would soak in a hot bath. My back stings at the contact of something hard against the sores left from the rope whippings.

I quickly turn back toward the rest of our company who are waiting for Bilbo. When Bilbo returns Dwalin asks him, “How close is the pack?”

“Too close. A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it.”

“Have the Wargs picked up our scent?”

“Not yet, but they will; we have another problem.”

“Did they see you? They saw you!” Gandalf says to Bilbo suddenly worried.

“No, that's not it.”

Gandalf smiles and turns to the rest of us as he says, “What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material.”

The dwarves chuckle loudly in appreciation of Bilbo. Bilbo looks exasperated that no one is hearing him out and suddenly hollers, “Will you listen- Will you just listen? I'm trying to tell you there is something else out there.”

I furrow my brow as I move closer to the company.

“What form did it take? Like a bear?” Gandalf asks and Bilbo looks at him surprised as he says, “Ye...Y- yes. But bigger, much bigger.”

Bofur turns to Gandalf as he says, “You knew about this beast?”

Gandalf turns and walks a few steps away.

“I say we double back.” Bofur says turning back to the rest of us.

“And be run down by a pack of Orcs.” Thorin says as he shakes his head.

Gandalf suddenly turns back to us and says, “There is a house, it’s not far from here, where we might take refuge.”

Thorin raises an eyebrow suspiciously as he says, “Whose house? Are they friend or foe?”

“Neither. He will help us, or he will kill us.” Gandalf says making the dwarves look at each other in dismay.

“What choice do we have?” I say right as a roar splits the night behind us.

“None.” Gandalf replies.

And once again we are running. Running across plains and streams until suddenly an ear-splitting roar sounds nearby making us stop.

“This way, quickly!” Gandalf calls out causing the dwarves to panic. Bombur looks on in shock until I grab him and pull him along after us.

As we exit the forest, we spy a house surrounded by a hedge in the middle of a plain. “To the house! Run!” Gandalf says we run across the plain; Bombur, the fattest dwarf, outruns all the rest of us in his fear. I would have laughed at his sudden swiftness, but the sound of roars draws closer.

They run through a gate in the hedge. “Come on, get inside!” Gandalf cries as he stops and waits for us all to make it through the hedge. We run to the front door of the house; it is closed. Bombur, who reaches the door first, throws himself against it but falls flat on his back when the door doesn’t budge. The rest of us catch up and begin throwing ourselves against the door, trying to open it. I look back as a massive bear breaks out from the edge of the forest and runs toward us.

“Open the door!” Gandalf cries and I turn to see it rushing toward us causing me to freeze in my stance.

“Quickly!” I hear Thorin cry out as he pushes through the dwarves pressed against the door, manages to raise the exterior bolt, opening the doors. The dwarves bolt inside, and I feel someone jerk me inside the house as they try to slam the door shut, but the bear has already gotten its head in the door. As the bear roars and tries to push the door open, the dwarves yell and strain to close it. Bilbo pulls out his sword and points it unsteadily at the bear. Gandalf looks on in apparent amusement. The dwarves yell as they press against the door.

“Come on, lads!” Dwalin says and I am instantly pulled from my fear. I run back to the door and along with the dwarves give it a final heave, managing to close the door and drop the bolt across it. We all sigh in shock, fear, and tiredness.

“What is that?” Ori asks as I stare at the door.

“That...is our host.” Gandalf says and I instantly feel my head jerk toward him in bewilderment.

“His name is Beorn, and he is a skin-changer.” Gandalf says and I look over to see Oin check his hearing trumpet to make sure he has heard Gandalf correctly. “Sometimes he’s a huge black bear; sometimes he’s a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overly fond of dwarves.”

The dwarves look at each other in dismay. Ori peaks out a crack in the door and after a few seconds he says, “He’s leaving!” Dori pulls him away from the door as he says, “Come away from there! It’s not natural, none of it. It’s obvious: he’s under some dark spell.”

“Don’t be a fool; he’s under no enchantment but his own. Alright now, get some sleep, all of you. You’ll be safe here tonight.” Gandalf says causing the dwarves to start spreading out through the house. I stare at the door for a moment before I turn to look at the contents of the house. I walk over to an empty space near a window and smile as I look out over the night sky. Even though we were being stalked by Orcs and hiding from a host who may or may not kill us I felt safe.

I look from the window back to the room to see a little alcove that if I placed a blanket in just the right place, I would have a little privacy. Glancing around I find one sitting on the table and grabbing it make a beeline for the alcove. Reaching it I toss the blanket up over a beam and pulling part of it down I block off the view from the rest of the room. Once I am sure no one can see me I pull off my jacket and set it to the side. Next, I remove my shirt so that I could use my cell phone hologram to see the extent of my back’s wounds.

Placing my phone behind me I prop it up against the wall so that it will take a detailed clip of wounds. I turn slowly allowing the phone to take its video before I turn back to it. Sliding my fingers around it, I pull up the video and wince as I see the bruised lines covering my back. It was worse than I thought. There was no way I was going to be able to lay on my back and sleep.

“Well shit.” I say aloud as my hands fall into my lap.

Glancing up at the ceiling my mind is suddenly taken back to the last time I had injured my back bad enough that I couldn’t lay down. Closing my eyes, I picture that moment in my mind and smile as it plays out.

“Show me your back.” Bucky says as he pulls me into a corner after a mission.

“What? No,” I reply pulling my arm from his grasp as I go to walk away.

“(Name), I know you’re hurt. Either you show me your back, or I’m gonna drag your pretty ass to the med bay.”

“I’d like to see you try.” I entice making a smirk fills his lips.

“Don’t test me doll, show me your back.” He replies his face turning serious.

“Buck, can we just drop it? If I go to med bay, they’re gonna tell Thor I’m hurt, and he’ll freak out.”

“Then let me take care of you. Please?” He asks and I let out a heavy sigh and nod as I turn around so he can lift the back of my shirt up. When he does, I hear him wince and I roll my eyes. “Okay, first, I’m gonna need you in my room.” I turn back to him with a raised eyebrow and he glares at me. “Not for that pervert. I want to put some medicine on your back.”

“And you won’t say anything to anyone?”

“I promise,” he says leaning forward to gently place a kiss on my lips. “Now hurry up, I’ll be there after I hit the med bay.”

My eyes open as I feel a tear fall down my cheek. Clearing my throat, I reach for my phone and even though it’ll only make me sadder I open my gallery. I tap through the pictures until I find a video of Thor, Loki, and I from my most recent birthday party.

“This is stupid Thor; I don’t need to do this.” I call out as my brother sits a cake down in front of me.

“How is celebrating our baby sister’s birthday stupid?” Loki asks from behind the camera and I chuckle.

“Because I don’t even know when my actual birthday is.” I answer.

“That matters not. We are going to celebrate this like true Midgardians.” Loki replies making Thor smile brightly.

“Exactly. Now little sister, come, blow out your candles.” Thor exclaims causing me to roll my eyes.

As they set the obviously handmade cake in front of me a chuckle escapes my lips. I take a second and make a wish before I blow out all my candles. My brothers laugh as they start to wish me happy birthday. Then Loki takes the phone and turning it towards the three of us he takes a picture.

As the video stops, I am left with that picture floating as a hologram in front of me causing tears to fill my eyes. I missed my idiot brothers. I missed how overbearing and protective they were and constantly being surrounded by little groups of brothers in the dwarves made the longing worse. Pulling my knees up to my chest I stare at the picture. They were looking for me, right? Knowing them, they’d never give up until they found me.

Letting out a heavy sigh I reach for my shirt and after slipping it over my shoulders I reach out and turn off my phone. I lean my side against the wall and propping my head up I try my best to get some sleep. “Goodnight brothers.”

Will Continue -

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[bee-kathony]

The Oath | Ch. 7 “An Adventure”

a/n: thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy this chapter, I’ve been waiting for it for quite some time ;) and thank you @lburks226 @claryclark and @julesbeauchamp for all the screams when I told them about this...

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

February 8th, 2019

“What does it say?” Geillis knocked lightly on the door.

“I haven’t looked yet, my timer hasn’t gone off,” Claire dared a glance at her phone — thirty seconds left.

Thirty seconds until she found out if she was pregnant or not.

How could she have been so stupid that night at the party? Of course, there was an equal chance that the baby could be Frank’s.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” Claire cursed under her breath, stamping her foot on the tiled bathroom floor.

She hoped it wasn’t Frank’s. There was no doubt whether she would keep the baby or not — Claire had always wanted to be a mother. But her circumstances were not quite what she had expected.

What Claire expected was to be married by now or at least engaged. At twenty-seven, she imagined that her personal life would look very different to how it actually was. Here she was, pacing in her friend’s bathroom, waiting to find out if she was pregnant or not. And not only was she single but one possible father had cheated on her, while the other was a near stranger!

“Please don’t let it be Frank’s,” she whispered to the empty room and then her timer went off.

“What does it say, Claire?” Geillis asked a second later.

“Would you be patient please?” Claire took a deep breath and walked over to the small stick that had the power to change her life. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to see but tears filled her eyes as she looked at the results and a smile spread across her face.

Geillis opened the door, holding the key in one hand and looked at Claire. “What does it say, lass?”

“I’m going to be a mum!” Claire smiled and held up the test with two pink lines and then fell into Geillis’ open arms.

“That’s wonderful, Claire! I ken ye wanted a baby, it doesna matter that it was a one night stand, look at what ye got out of it,” she laughed and then Claire released her.

“Well that’s the thing…” Claire twirled a lock of hair around her finger nervously. “I’m not entirely sure it’s Jamie’s.”

“I thought ye said ye and Frank hadna—“

Shaking her head, Claire looked down at the test again, “We hadn’t for a bit, but the night before I found out he was having an affair, we slept together.”

“Ye mean the day before the party?”

“Exactly,” Claire sighed. “And I’m not on birth control because Frank and I had decided to try for children a few months back and I feel like I was half asleep anyway.”

Geillis crossed her arms and leaned back on the doorframe. “And ye didna use protection with the wee fox cub,” Claire shook her head. “So it could be Frank’s, but it could be Jamie’s.”

“I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a situation haven’t I?”

“If this is what ye call a ‘bit of a situation’ then I need a whisky,” Geillis smirked and then walked towards the kitchen, forcing Claire to follow. “None for you though, mam.”

“Oh Christ, that’s right. No alcohol,” Claire ran her fingers through her curls. “How the hell am I going to get through this without alcohol?”

“That’s what ye have me for, lassie,” Geillis smiled and winked as she poured herself a glass. Claire looked at the bottle and her heart leapt. It was one of Jamie’s and she remembered that they had given out a bottle to everyone as the night ended.

“Are ye goin’ to call him?”

“Who?”

“Well that’s up to ye,” Geillis laughed, taking a sip of her drink. “Do you want either of them to know?”

The last thing that Claire wanted was for Frank to find out. Perhaps she was being selfish, but she knew that he would come to her and demand that the child was his. He was a proud man and he was the kind of man that wanted the seemingly perfect family. A wife at home to cook him dinner while she also folded the laundry and took care of their child. Claire didn’t want that life — even less with Frank. He certainly didn’t care for her and if he found out about the baby, he would only pretend to so he could be a part of the baby’s life.

“I’m not calling Frank,” Claire decided then and there. “Ever.”

“Will ye call Jamie then?”

“I don’t have his number, we didn’t get that far,” Claire blushed.

“Ye went so far to possibly create a bairn wi’ the lad, but ye didna exchange numbers?” Geillis laughed and finished off her glass. “Ye are a feisty one Beauchamp.”

“I found his company on Instagram,” Claire blurted.

“Then ye can message them and ask for Jamie’s number, easy as that.”

“I’m just—“ Claire fidgeted with a button on her sweater. “I don’t know if I want him to know either. Geillis, it was one night. One perfect night and if I tell him I’m pregnant and he could be the father… it’ll just mess everything up.”

“Having unprotected sex tends to make things a wee bit messy, Claire,” Geillis leveled with her and then seeing Claire’s defeated posture, set her glass down and embraced her friend. “Och, lass. Ye dinna have to decide now, ye only just found out yerself.”

“That’s true,” Claire sniffed. “I’ll take a week to think about it and then decide.”

“A week and no more,” Geillis rubbed her back. “I saw yer wee fox and if he is the father then ye’ll have a beautiful bairn.”

“Geillis!” Claire laughed. “You’re not wrong. And well… if the baby has red hair then that’ll be quite obvious.”

“Ye can have a paternity test while they’re still in the womb though nowadays ye ken?”

“Wouldn’t it be loads more fun to wait nine months to find out?”

“Or ye just dinna want to find out yer carryin’ that bastard Frank Randall’s child before ye set yer sight on the wee bairn?”

Geillis was always right and Claire just rolled her eyes, leaned back against the counter and looked the test one more time.

“Pregnant,” she said softly. “I’m going to have a baby.”

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Two weeks flew by and Claire was so caught up at work that she didn’t realize how much time had passed. She promised Geillis that she would decide whether or not to call Jamie and that was a week ago.

She wasn’t even sure how he would react. How does one react when you find out the woman you slept with at your business’s launch party is pregnant and you may or may not be the father?

When she got back to Geillis’, Claire took a slice of pepperoni pizza from last night’s dinner and ate a bite cold. There was nothing better than leftover pizza. Her stomach rumbled and she had the oddest craving for pickles all of a sudden.

“I haven’t had a pickle in years,” Claire grinned and then slid her hand over her still rather flat stomach. “What are you making me eat little one?”

With the slice consumed, she pulled out her phone and searched for Fraser & Co. again.

Pressing message, she typed out a greeting, “Hello, my name is Claire Beauchamp and I met the owner Jamie,” she backspaced on his name and instead typed, “James Fraser. I’m interested in buying some whisky and need to get in touch with him.”

Staring at her words before she pressed send, her heart started to race as doubts crept in. What if he didn’t want to see her? Or what if when she told him she was pregnant, he accused her of lying to try and get at his money?

“He’s not Frank, Beauchamp,” Claire muttered to herself but her thumbs still hovered over the keyboard. Sighing, she pressed the delete button and locked her phone. She sounded insane and she felt insane for what she’d gotten herself into.

Of course, she knew that she should tell him he might be a father just like she knew she should tell Frank as well. But there was something holding her back. Claire hadn’t had the best experiences with men and she didn’t want to bring anything in to her latest predicament that would shake things up. Her life, while not going the way she planned at the moment, was slowly turning around.

All of her belongings now had a place in Geillis’ home and she felt she could call it that too. Her job performance was doing well since she now had nothing else in her life, she poured herself into it. And she was going to be a mum.

Sitting at the kitchen table on a late February day, Claire decided that she wanted to keep things just as they were… at least for awhile.

“It’s just you and me baby,” Claire smiled and laid her hand across her stomach.

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Throughout the next several days, Jamie entered her mind often. While she was at work one day, she treated a little boy with a mop of red hair. And on her way home, she could have sworn she saw him on the street walking into town.

Perhaps it was a sign that she should contact him and tell him. Or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Whatever it was, Claire was still unsure what her next step was.

She did, however, know what she was going to be doing when she got home. Yesterday after work, she had gone to the bookstore and purchased a copy of The Lord of the Rings — Jamie’s favorite.

Claire told herself that it wasn’t creepy at all. He had told her to read it and so now she was. It had been raining all day as well, so what else was better than curling up in bed with a good book?

As soon as she got home, she put on the kettle, brewing her favorite cup of tea and then climbed into bed. Claire had started the book last night, but had been so tired, she’d fallen asleep in the first chapter.

Hours later, she was still laying in bed, turning page after page. She paused at something Gandalf had said, "A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.”

Her hand moved to cover her stomach, rubbing slowly. “You arrived precisely when you meant to didn’t you wee wizard,” she laughed. As she continued to read, she couldn’t help but imagine Jamie’s thick Scottish accent in her head and she saw him in her mind — that fourteen year old boy who’d just lost his mother, reading about hobbits and wizards.

She certainly didn’t regret being pregnant — at least not the short time she had been. Claire only hoped she wouldn’t regret her decision whether to call Jamie or not. Shaking her head to clear her mind, Claire focused her attention back on the book in front of her and lost herself once again in the Shire.

Chapter 8: The Bump 

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[mirika]

The usual Comic Con post incoming, this one being the one in Ahoy Rotterdam. I went as Ladybug as that is my easier go-to outfit.

After an extremely stressful way there (no miracle I have a headache), I arrived at Comic Con safely and for the first time ever I spent money within the first ten minutes I think? I bought quite a few items, good thing I had birthday money lying around from last December.

So these are all the goodies I bought:

The first thing I found was PlayStation playing cards. They are inside a metallic cover and well... when I was paying I was just realizing I have a PlayStation wallet. I guess it’s clear what is my preferred console, haha.

Other than that two dice sets. The right one is colourful and magical, which will be perfect for my child wizard in the future. The left set with pink and black are for my halfling rogue. The darkness for how she stays within the shadows, and the pink for the softness she carries. The pink is stronger in real life than on the photo.

I actually bought the bard card set before I got the dice, because the dice were a purchase I made after I decided I had leftover budget. I was not kidding when I say I want to go bard in a future campaign. Now I am absolutely prepared. Also, the spell card deck is much cheaper than online as far as I recall. I only know this cause I recently had been looking for a druid deck for a friend.

The Digimon image is actually a magnet! I am not over fond of square designs, but finding Digimon is rare and it’s a cute picture (Taichi is munching something while seated on Greymon’s head). I also saw another artist with flabbergasting amazing art, like holy shit, it was amazing, but they only sold prints and I prefer stuff that can be stuck on something (magnets, stickers, keychains, buttons). 

Which is why it is probably odd I bought Overwatch prints, but they were 50 cents each, I couldn’t resist. He even sold Lucio, come on. I appreciate anyone who actually makes content for Lucio!

The last two things are the Lucky Charm sticker and the button of Ladybug and Chat Noir, but the latter was actually a gift! The vendor saw me walk by, asked if I was Ladybug indeed and then handed it to me. I was actually quite surprised (and like any Dutch person I accept free things). 

Literally all the shop keepers at Comic Con were so nice in general. It was a very small con, which is why I have no cosplay selfies (plus the fact it’s harder when you are alone), meaning they had more time to make conversation.

I also did one commission even if I was tempted to do more. Budgeting and all... so I commissioned my hobbit from Lord of the Rings Online. Because she’s not a D&D character she’s often overlooked when commissioning, so I went for it.

She looks so pretty, but also young, so I imagine this is what she would’ve looked like in her earlier years perhaps. Since the artist forgot her scar, definitely before her adventuring days. I really like it, and I find it so interesting how she colours. It was made by @nathaliejang and although I was forced to leave later for the train because of the commission, it was worth it.

While I waited for the commission I was actually able to play D&D though! I got to test out my dice (used my rogue dice) and they seem to roll me good numbers.

I joined the 13:30 campaign and I think we ran until 15:45. They had five characters. Two fighters, one rogue, one cleric and one wizard. Cleric being a favourite class of mine, I called ‘dibs’ before I even got to look at its sheet (mostly because I did not want to play melee and get anxious over wizards). I ended up being a dwarf... alright, fine. I was a little racist towards our elf wizard, but to be fair, he was high on himself so he deserved it. Our human fighter (who was played by a lad in actual armour, very awesome) was also not over fond of the elf, and we had a halfling rogue join us mid-game. This was the knight:

It was quite fun, though it is hard for me to play a pre-made character with pre-defined goals and flaws, and a race I’d never see myself play. The DM was rather chill (and reminded him that people roll death saves at 0 HP, our wizard fell), so that was nice. 

Did I expect to play D&D at a Comic Con? Absolutely not. Will I do it again? Possibly, dependent of the edition. Comic Con in Rotterdam and Amsterdam are so small that there is time to spare, but in Utrecht? No way, too big of a venue with too many events.

The way back was hellish again due to really loud boys (they don’t deserve to be called men with their behaviour) and I have a headache that’s killing me, but at least it was fun.

Oh, and I didn’t even mention I bought fudge... mint flavour, coffee flavour and baileys flavour...

--- RCC 2020 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) WDCC 2019 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) / Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2019 - no report, little happened

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I have been to Elfia in 2015, but I cannot find this post. I was Donna Noble and I actually had a really bad day, which is why I have never returned to Elfia.

#mirika #mirikalj

[guylty]

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Flat Richie has left Germany and is now on his way to the next stop… He’ll have to go a bit of a distance. And to while away the time until we hear from him again, Nordlicht – Flat Richie’s most recent host – has written a detailed account of the visit. In order for all readers here to understand, I have translated the German original into English. However, Nordlicht’s original account is so funny and nicely written, I am going to include it at the bottom of the post for those among you who are able to read German. Also – all photos courtesy of Nordlicht. Here we go…

On Thursday I finally had Flat Richie in my arms. He had been well taken care of by my predecessors – he is a lot bigger and heavier than I expected. Plus, he had something priceless in his bag: a real Richard Armitage! Almost fresh from the press. Remembering the notion that HE had touched the same pages, I could almost imagine I was still able to perceive the slightest whiff of his scent 🤤😍 … Forget coffee paper (a reference to a discussion on this blog), Richard Armitage paper is the one and only that counts. I can now empathise with Francis in the Blake scene … but don’t worry, I did not eat the page 😉. However, it was an uplifting feeling to hold the yet virginal page (not worn and drooled over) in my hands. Thanks again to Armidreamer for this great idea.

The moment of unwrapping the parcel made me really feel like a kid at Christmas, so much excitement, suspense, surprise. So yes, Thursday night was a very special night. Many thanks to all who are participating in the project and making something wonderful possible. And a very special thank you to Guylty, for organising, but also for the wonderful logbook. It totally fascinated me. You put so much love in it and really conjured up a little treasure which alone makes participating in the project worthwhile. And even though I was glad not to be too far back in the itinerary, I regret not being able to see the log once it is filled with even more contributions.

I offered the three travellers the opportunity to enjoy early spring time and refuel in the sun – and took a few photos of them. Flat Richie politely refused, as you know he prefers selfies. So only Thorin and Guy accompanied me on a ramble through my city – which has not hosted a real king for a long time. Some years ago the Pope visited, but what is that compared to the King under the Mountain? Unfortunately I could offer neither gold nor jewels to him whom I would follow anytime, anywhere. Strangely enough though, my suggestion of a flower crown as a substitute was not received with much enthusiasm. However, the two had no problem with being accompanied by a silver fox. Here are the results of my amateurish photo session. We had a lot of fun doing it.

After the walk, Thorin and Guy were more than eager to offer me their help testing a new mattress. But I decided to leave them at home. A furniture store did not seem like the best place for a mattress test. 😏 But at home, the three were witness to my very first attempt at Aloo Masala. The lack of meat was generally lamented (peasants!). Finally and coincidentally at the weekend I had the opportunity to see Alice through the Looking Glass for the first time, and waiting for Richard’s appearance was sweetened by the nice company.

Far too soon, it was time to say goodbye, which was very hard for me. But the lads really are made only for a few nights at most rather than a lifetime. In any case, they were getting restless and wanted to embark on new adventures. Secured with a fresh layer of tape, their journey will hopefully continue on to the next happy hostess. And *I* know who that is! 😝.

Right – and this is the German original:

Nordlicht also enclosed pictures of the three items she chose from the Flat Richie box. Have a look at these gorgeous items:

She writes:

A Thorin figurine. An adequate substitute for Shrine Thorin, whom I had to send off just now. And who could resist the hottest dwarf of all time ?! Not me anyway. Especially since everything started with The Hobbit …

A Zox bracelet. Until recently I did not even know that there was such a thing or what that is. Guylty (and her enthusiasm for it) are to blame that this has changed! And this one fits well, because … well … Tolkien (false dwarf though, but let’s not be petty ;-)). The design reminds me of a mountain landscape. And ultimately, life is always about going forward, no matter what happens.

A necklace. The colour entranced me at first glance. I did not have to think twice. The pendant of this (I suspect) handmade necklace is beautiful.

Thank you for the fabulous report, Nordlicht! And just to set the record clear – too much credit for me. The beautiful gifts you chose were all provided by our fellow fans. I am not entirely sure (so please correct me in the comments if I am wrong) but I suspect the Thorin figurine came from Michele. The Zox bracelet was included in the package by me – but really has been provided by LoLo – who is the one who got me into them in the first place. (I am currently wearing a Tolkien themed Zox strap myself, given to me by LoLo.) Lastly, the gorgeous necklace was handmade – but not by me but by Helen who is a jewelry artist herself. I am the proud owner of several gorgeous pieces made by Helen, too. Check her work HERE.

Anyway, and now Flat Richie is travelling again. Somebody, somewhere on this planet, may look forward to receiving a parcel in 10 to 12 days… Who will it be? We’ll keep an eye out for Flat Richie’s next landfall.

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#Flat Richie #Thorin Oakenshield

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The story of Thorin Dankil

Im @deliciouslycookingrpgideas This is the backstory of my current character.

(Please note that i had not seen the hobbit yet and didnt know who Thorin Oakenshield was when I named my char)

Hey here ya go. Its 6,000 or so words and if backstory wishes I will make a more readable post about this lol [Mod Note: Thank you so much for submitting! This was a wonderful read, I can tell how much love and time you put into it, so I’m honored to have this as the first submission to the blog.]

This is Thorin Dankil’s Backstory

I was an average young lad. Bright, strong, with an insatiable curiosity. I grew up loved, in a large household, with five siblings, Jensora, Merlyn, Magdal, Tornar, and Emnyl, two parents Barrik and Tizra; it was always hectic. And for his part, Barrik raised his children to be true dwarves, ale drinkin and bar fightin and all. Tizra also raised them when Barrik was away at the war. As they grew, the Dankil family seemed to be at peace.

Then everything changed when the fire nation attacked. One hundred years passed and there is a new avatar, an airbender named Aang. While his airbending skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe, Aang can save the world

Jensora (f) and Tornar (m) were twins and the eldests. I was next, and following me was Merlyn (f), then Magdal (m), then Emnyl (f).

Well, the war was goin pretty great. We seemed to be winning. But the elves were great strategists, and even though we were winning, we suffered heavy losses. My father Barrik was among them, or at least he was M.I.A. Around this time my mother Tizra was not taking his death well, even though she knew he went on to a better place. I stepped up and helped out when my siblings could not. I learned I had an immense affinity for cooking, and held a cook off every two weeks, which always seemed to raise some spirits. I could whip up a delicious meal for seven with two zucchini, a tomato and a chicken. And if I added rice, it became a meal for twelve.

As I helped my mother with her grief, I found myself around the church often, and helped Father Beldar with his duties, since he was elderly and mother preferred to grieve alone. I became knowledged about the faith, and even though I had always believed, I found that I really understood everything. I found myself really considering joining the faith, but between my siblings being artisans of sorts and soldiers and scholars and whatnots, and no one to take care of my mother except Emnyl, and myself being reigning champ of the whole county in our annual cook offs for twenty one years running, I had alot on my plate to begin with.

I decided to just try out the faith and if it didn’t work out for me then I would be a chef. So I went to learn more about the faith at the school in Bhaledur about ten miles away. When I went there, I was amazed with how many people could be in one place and not know each other. I found the church easily, and was amazed at how many books were there, and became intent on learning to read them. I also really enjoyed learning of clerics who could, through devotion, conjure great feats of magic, perhaps even raise the dead.

And when I talked with my classmates (which I will get into in a moment) (well, only one of them i suppose ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ), I found many of them had things in common with me. Saweryn Thoras gave me a run for my money as best chef in town, and we spent many a night trying to one up each other. Seja Gorotan and I shared an interest in the magical aspect of school, and we shared several long nights in a back closet, (explained why not our rooms in a moment) learning the ins and outs of the magic process.

Despite being a large facility, we had to share rooms with another person, genders being separated, which makes sense for the most part. Though as far as I understood, copulation among non married people or even among priests was never frowned upon.

This was where I met Gadrin Branka. This son of a bitch was going to be the cause of a lot of my inner turmoil. He was devilishly handsome, I mean the guy could turn and wink and you’d be as mud in his hands, he could do anything he wanted with you. He was a fencer. An award winning one too. He also had a heart of gold, he was the kindest person I met, excluding a few key individuals. And damn did he have pipes. The man could sing a tune and the mountains themselves would be so moved they cried. Gadrin was going to be my best friend for years. We had all but one class together, him having conversion: bringing others to the faith and me having medical herbology.

Gadrin and I were inseparable. We spent almost every moment together when not with other students, and even then we were constantly together. We would sleep, eat, study, and party together. We were so close we could tell people stories about the other’s great grandmother.  

It changed a bit on the third friday after I took the big herbology test in my third year there. It was a normal friday, we (Gadrin and myself) would go to class and then off to Saweryn Thoras’s home to party. Well, Gadrin and I had a bit too much to drink, even for dwarves. And, after an embarrassing game of stack the dwarf, (which Gadrin and I lost btw) we all played a version of truth or dare. Well it went great, a few dares here concerning the plant in the corner of the room, a few truths about crushes and such there. But then Seja Gorotan (now Saweryn’s gf btw) had a brilliant idea. So she dared Gadrin to kiss me. And he turned and gave me that stare that I can still feel today, ooh mama he was hot. Well we lock eye contact, and he goes in for it. Well I’m sure as hell not stoppin him so we lock lips and go for it. It was a few minutes later when I was called on to say truth or dare when I realized we were still kissing. We broke apart and I could tell Gadrin was hoping it could continue much longer. I winked at him and made some remark about continuing later and he brightened up considerably, much to the amusement of our host. But we continued to play the game and eventually moved on to a version of five dragon ante, which I failed miserably at. Both Gadrin and I were terrible at cards. We could bullshit like no body’s business, but as far as the game, we were both shit drunk. We found ourselves back at the complex and fell asleep in the same bed, Gadrin’s arm nestled neatly around me as we cuddled. We didn’t talk about it for a few days bc we both knew we liked it, but Gadrin (I) needed a bit of time to process what this meant.

After we discussed it, we started dating slowly and were more inseparable than before. It annoyed our single friends so much they would deliberately sit in between us just so they wouldn’t have to look as we cuddled, much to our amusement.

It was customary that clerics served in the military as medical personnel for a few years before moving on to see if we had a calling for it. So Gadrin and I requested to be put on the same post so we could have someone to screw around with. Well we got it, but at the front lines. It was hard work. When we weren’t in the med tent performing miracles for soldiers with almost no supplies, we were sleeping or eating. I once had to make a poultice with only half the potency because we had to ration the damn herbs. And it certainly didn’t help that the cook couldn’t make half decent food with twice the ingredients. So for a week on my one break a day I would go there to show him how to cook decently in hopes of making the food better. It improved sharply and I was commended for it. Gadrin and I didn’t have much time together, but when we could we would hang out.

But then we were transferred. We moved further south, to a different front line post. We became intensely good at healing soldiers, myself surpassing Gadrin. But we were the only two medics for three whole battalions of soldiers. For reference, a battalion is around 300 to 800 soldiers. So we had our work cut out for us. I found myself sleeping in the med tent so when I woke up I could help out immediately, and Id send a wounded but walking man to grab me some victuals (food) and give Gadrin a kiss for me, which the wounded man thought was hilarious.

To tell the truth, it was going very well, and besides the backbreaking work, the dwarven army seemed to be winning. We’d lose a battle here and there, but not usually very badly. But this changed at the battle of Forgebar Hill. We had pushed hard and gained about seven miles of ground into enemy territory, and the rest of the front line was right behind us, Gadrin and I working on people even as we moved. We jumped camps a few times and helped the most seriously injured soldiers, getting thanks and respect as we went. I found that if I asked Pelor for assistance in healing, the soldiers seemed to heal twice as fast as before. So every day I would sit and thank Pelor for the new day and the opportunity to help others. If a soldier was gravely ill, I could ask Pelor for help and the man would be miraculously saved, his wounds healing dramatically before my very eyes. Modern medicine working only so well, I knew Pelor and His allies were watching us.

But Forgebar Hill was different. As soon as we saw it, it made us all uneasy. No one could tell why, but it held about it the air of the unknown. As we approached it we stopped upon the hill, a momentary lapse in moving to see what we could upon it. We stood on top and could see the spires of an Elven city in the distance. Behind us, we could see the mountains many call home. It was a momentary calm, and we heard shouts as a scouting patrol returning. We ran down the hill and a bloodied scout with only one arm came up to us, shouting that we should turn back. I fixed him up and asked him what was coming, but he couldn’t speak, he was so petrified (that means scared). We sent another scouting patrol out to find what did this to him, for the elves never removed limbs and left a man, they would always either capture or kill, no maiming unless necessary. I respected the elves for that.

When two hours had passed and I had run out of men to patch up, we still had not heard from the scouts so we decided to march on and deal with the problem ourselves. As we approached a large glade, we heard the familiar sounds of battle, but we had sent no troops to this area yet, only six scouts, one of which returned. We looked and saw a small elven unit fighting a rather large group of ogres. They were heavily outnumbered and were suffering heavy losses. But as our group looked closer, we noticed several things. The elves were protecting their wounded, who were crawling away from battle. They were also protecting two hurt dwarven scouts. A murmur went through the ranks and we decided that in this instance elves and dwarves would fight together.

With a war cry, our soldiers ran from the woods and fought the ogres. The battle was hard and long, our soldiers falling and barely clinging to life as I struggled to have the strength to continue healing. I lost sight of Gadrin. The elven reinforcements came and we fought for hours side by side until the ogre shaman arrived. With a whoop, the despicable creature could maim twenty soldiers; with a yell, heal his own from the brink of death. The shaman was also up almost in the front lines, smashing in skulls with his club and casting spells when needed.

We were losing, even with the reinforcements. Another cry from the shaman and our last few soldiers fell. Myself and an elven cleric were the only two left standing. Thinking that the only way to get out is to pray, I start praying to Pelor fervently, asking him for assistance in any way he sees fit as part of his plan, and if I should die, I would be at peace with it, for it was His will. Suddenly, I felt a great power fill me, revitalizing myself (filling me up with energy), and I stood tall, as if I had just eaten breakfast and was ready for a long day’s work. I knew exactly what to do. With a supernatural vigor, I ran at the enemy, catching them off guard with my battle cry. I screamed words I didn’t recognize and my armor shone like the sun. (This was pre-shield, which I’ll get into later). Our soldiers started standing up, their wounds and limbs healing as they stood, bringing them back to life, fresh for battle.

The enemy seemed shaken by this sudden display of raw power. Our troops pushed into them, advancing and cutting them down where they stood. It was a slaughter. We killed the whole tribe of ogres and sustained no losses. When I had realized this, I also realized my armor was no longer glowing, and I felt a little light headed. I thanked Pelor, and almost passed out where I stood, but there was another thing to take care of. Our forces split into elves and dwarves once more, and we stood there staring at each other for a long time. I think we had all decided that elves, or at least these elves, were alright, and both our parties spent the next day celebrating the victory.  

Our group then sent the other to go back to their council and bring ambassadors to this spot, and we could stop this war. Well we went back to the dwarven council of elders and got an ambassador, learning that similar things had been happening all across the borders, and that evil creatures, ogres, goblins, trolls, etc were becoming more aggressive, thinking themselves able to overtake the elves or the dwarves as we focused on the war. Well, this was not going to happen. We stopped fighting the elves and worked with them to fight back the evil, then we celebrated the end of the war.

After the celebrating, it was time to come home. So Gadrin and I went back to the town we first met, (Bhaledur) promising to return once we met with our families. We parted ways and left.

At home, a small town called Vol Tarum, I was praised as a hero. And, while not entirely incorrect, I attributed my success to Pelor. I reunited with my family, Tizra, Emnyl, Jensora and Tornar, Magdal, and Merlyn. Mother seemed very happy and it was nice to see her smile so much. We spent a week just enjoying company and sharing stories of work and adventures and such. It was nice to get to meet everyone again, since I had been gone for three years, only occasionally returning for the four years prior. I fixed wonderful meals, and our town celebrated for a few days. We felt the need to return to our crafts and churches and adventures, and our little family parted ways again.  

I met back up with Gadrin, who had been waiting for a few days. I apologized and we spoke for hours about our various siblings and how we felt and we had fun. We took jobs as helpers around the church, teaching classes here, leading sermons there, the occasional exorcism or resurrection, fun stuff.

A few weeks later, I reflected on my time with Gadrin, for we had spent seven years together, and they were wonderful. We have been through college, dating, war, we were inseparable. And so I decided that we would lay low for a bit, then I would ask Gadrin to marry me.

So for a few months we worked and drank and learned more and lived our lives, Gadrin and I still maintaining our wonderful bond. Well, I had decided it was time when he spent one afternoon planning a very romantic steak dinner that he cooked himself, and we had a very fun night afterwards, definitely playing scrabble and not any other activities. [Author’s note: For readers of this story, playing scrabble means fucking]

So I told him I was leaving to see my folks again and left to go follow dwarven marriage custom.

In dwarven marriage custom, a proposal is not usually done with a ring, because it has no practical purpose. We give each other things to help, like a fancy new sword, or perhaps a new axe for firewood. These things are often hand crafted, and sometimes multiple items are given, though only one is used for the proposal.  

I knew that i needed to give him something special, but for the life of me I couldn’t think of anything. Then it hit me. I should do two things for him. One, make him a sword. Two, write him a song. I am only mildly musically talented, but he sings beautifully, so it would be nice to do this for him.  

I headed up to the spire of the church that night to help me think, and it was cool. The lights were twinkling like stars, and the stars shone like the moon, and the moon glowed beautifully.  

As I sat there pondering my options, one of the stars shown a bit harder than the others. It seemed to be getting brighter and larger. I looked closer and it seemed to look closer at me. I was confused, then realized this star was falling. It was coming at the ground. I watched in awe as it streaked down across the sky and crashed about two large hills away from town. I felt compelled to go see what a star looked like up close, so I got down and went, riding a horse the few mile distance.

I arrived at the crater, peering inside and seeing a glowing rock, white and black patches all over it. It was sizable, large enough to fit two dwarves in there. It looked peculiar, and I looked closer. It looked movable, and I immediately knew what to make for Gadrin. I could see myself forging a sword and a few sets of rings, perhaps a dagger or something out of it.

I went back to town and bought a wagon, returning and taking the fallen star. I took it to Sluwth Peak, where the huge forge is. Many people come here to create gifts for their partner.

There, I ran into Seja Gorotan again. I had last seen her in college. After exchanging pleasantries, she apparently had just made a silver hand trowel for Saweryn, her soon to be husband, with any luck. During the war they had been separated but found each other afterwards. Apparently they had the same idea that I had. She wished me luck and pointed me to a smaller shack, connected to the mountain off to the side of the path. She said that while it wasn’t traditional, it might be better than waiting for the big forge up top. So I took my wagon off to the side and into the shack. As I walked, I saw a person leave and I could’ve sworn they looked just like Gadrin.

The room was huge, going into the mountain. It was filled with hundreds of tools, weapons, metals, labels for everything. There was a huge forge, burning white hot with molten metal. There was a large gruff dwarf there, clearly an ancient mountain dwarf (not a bad thing of course, just less homely in my opinion) [Author’s note: the char is a hill dwarf]. He was working with a hammer larger than most children, and was pounding out what seemed to be an enormous great axe, large enough to be used by a dire ogre, if there was such a thing. He pounded and stuck it into water and heated it and pounded for awhile. I stood there admiring his handiwork for a few minutes, and he finished working on the great axe, plunging it into the water for the final time.

Without looking, he asked me what I was doing in his place. I replied, explaining what I had planned to do, and my conversation with Seja. He nodded, and asked me to be quiet for a moment. He took this great great axe and put it into a large stand on the other side of the room, with many jars and spices and herbs and scrolls around it, neatly categorized by the look of it. He set the axe upon the stand, then took an empty jar and filled it with a pinch of this spice, a sprig of that herb, and filled it with water. He mixed it all up into a thick paste, and spread it over the blade, reading from a scroll as he did so. It was partly in druidic, and partly in a language I had never heard of, and couldn’t recognize its words. If I had to guess, it was old. Eldritch old. When he was done, the paste evaporated and the axe gleamed as though in the sun. He wrapped it in a thick, white cloth, then set it against a wall, writing T. M. on it.

He turned to me, and I noticed immediately that he had a scar on his left cheek, and he wore an piece of cloth over that eye. He asked me where the star was and I pointed to the large wagon I left in the entryway. He nodded as he looked over the star. He told me it was called a meteorite. He said he had worked with it before, and knew what to do.

For hours, I labored at that rock, breaking it and melting it down into a molten state. I forged a wonderful rapier, shaping it and cooling it, heating it and shaping it again. It took hours, but that sword was the strongest thing I had ever seen. I set a piece of tiger eye in the hilt since it was Gadrin’s favorite gem.

Once it was done, the old man took the sword, setting it on the same stand as he had the great axe. He spoke similar, but not the same words as before, grabbing different spices and herbs and he filled the jar with water and spread the paste. The rapier shown as the axe did and he covered it with a cloth, placing it next to the axe and writing a T. D. on it, which I can only guess stood for my name. I then got to work on the rings. I fashioned a ring twice the length as a normal ring, and was told later I’d split it in two, as directed by the old man.

Once it was done, I admired my own handiwork. The ring was intricate, with winding bands of meteorite. The man took it and set it on the stand. He grabbed many spices and herbs, and then grabbed a box from behind the forge. He poured in a purple goo instead of water, and dropped the ring into the mix, saying words that seemed more dramatic than the others. The jar glowed and the air had a hum to it, and then it stopped. He wrapped the ring in a blue cloth and set it on the table, writing a T. D. on it. I asked what the purple goo stuff was for, and he just smiled a toothy grin and didn’t answer.

I made a dagger, and then a mace, using the same procedure. For the dagger, he did the same thing as for the axe and the rapier. For the mace, he did a similar thing as the ring. When I asked him once more what the goo was for, he smiled and grinned, but he told me it would come in handy when it needed to. I don’t know what that meant, but he seemed sure, so I didn’t clarify. I split the ring at his direction and it split perfectly in two, with no rough edges.

I kept the rest of the meteorite in case I needed to make something else, and said farewell to the old man. I left with my items and went to try to write a song for my love.

It was not going well. I had zero inspiration and was wandering the countryside and couldn’t think of anything. I climbed a big hill and sat under the tree, trying to think of anything to make into a song.

I had more or less an idea of what to write, but I had a hard time thinking of it. I would write some down, and at this point I had this much done:

Gadrin my friend as I see you right there, I reflect on the time that I’ve spent with you here, From college to war and to death and then back, I realize the only thing that I do lack, I have riches and armors and food stuffs galore, And work and my friends and the priests of Pelor, I have everything that I could want in the land, The one thing that I want left is your hand.

It sounded pretty great, and I hit a roadblock so I changed locations again. I went to a lake and went out on a boat, lying there and wondering.

I hit inspiration again and finished my song.

I wrote this fair song right on here just for you, In the hope that you feel just the same as I do, We both do a lot, keep the other from harm, But now I just want to be here in your arms, I wrote you this song and then forged you a sword, And I hope that I make you feel like you’re a lord, Now there is one thing left my husband to be, My dear old friend Gadrin would you marry me?

I decided this was pretty great and headed on home to ask my friend to marry me.

So I headed on back to Bhaledur and entered our little home in the church. I was shocked to find Gadrin was not there, since it was around eight and we always would come back to mess around before we left for drinkin. Well I decided to look around our house. We had the wicker seats around the table, the strong oak table, the intricate lighting fixture. I went in the kitchen, the pots and pans and such sittin there like always. As I passed the bedroom, I decided to unpack and put everything away. I decided to stash the rapier under the bed, and found a large, blue cloth covered item, sittin there under our bed. I recognized the cloth as the same that the rings were in, and it had a G. B. on it. Realizing that that had meant the person I saw at Sluwth Peak was Gadrin, I knew he meant to ask me as well. I thought for a moment, and knew exactly what to do.

I took the sword, the rings, and Gadrin’s guitar with me as I left the house. I went to the little shop just outside the church and bought a large amount of candles. I went back to the house and made sure Gadrin hadn’t shown up yet. I left a note on the table, telling Gadrin to follow the candles. I started lighting candles and leaving a trail to the staircase, and up to the high spire of the church. I lit a ring on the edge of the spire and sat, strumming the guitar to the tune of my song.  

I waited for about fifteen minutes, then heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I sat up, strumming the guitar as the person walked up the steps. I saw Gadrin’s face and immediately grinned in response to his slightly confused expression. I waited for him to come all the way up and then started my song.  

“Gadrin my friend as I see you right there, I reflect on the time that I’ve spent with you here, From college to war and to death and then back, I realize the only thing that I do lack, I have riches and armors and food stuffs galore, And work and my friends and the priests of Pelor, I have everything that I could want in the land, The one thing that I want left is your hand.

I wrote this fair song right on here just for you, In the hope that you feel just the same as I do, We both do a lot, keep the other from harm, But now I just want to be here in your arms, I wrote you this song and then forged you a sword, And I hope that I make you feel like you’re a lord, Now there is one thing left my husband to be, My dear old friend Gadrin would you marry me?”

He looked stunned, and I presented the rings to him. He took one, still not speaking, and looked at it. He put in on his finger and looked at it some more. He then fixed his gaze upon me and breathed a “yes”, understandably still a bit stunned by my song and the candles and everything. I put my ring on and they glowed a light purple for a moment before quieting down. He asked me if I had met the old man with the scar as well and I had. I walked up to him, looking into his deep brown eyes. We passionately kissed. When we finished, I pulled away to bring him the sword, unveiling it and handing it to him. He swung it about and such as a sword lover ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) might do, and voiced his admiration for my handiwork, telling me it was perfectly balanced.

We went back to our home and he told me to wait. He went and grabbed two things from the bedroom. He unwrapped one of them (both blue), revealing a frying pan. I held it, noticing it had a heft to it, but wasn’t unusable. It was actually really sweet he thought of that. I still have that pan, and use it all the time. Then he revealed a beautiful shield, intricately made and strong. It was a circular shield. It held my personal favorite symbol of Pelor, the circle with the points, which was raised and placed upon the metallic sheen of silver (the silver covering a stronger metal) as a nice golden contrast. It had runic symbols on the edges in celestial. They read something along the lines of “Great Pelor, protect the wielder from all forces of Evil, and help him/her to destroy it, wherever he/she may go.” It was a nice prayer, and for a moment, when I picked it up, it glowed.

Well, as in unspoken tradition, we played scrabble for a long while and slept in the next day. We announced it to our friends and family the next day, and got married two weeks later.  

For our honeymoon, we went to Trilik Slopes. We saw these beautiful spires of stone, that seemed to be as red as fire in the morning, the light of the sun glinting off of it very well.  

Then we went camping in the Ice Caves. We saw wonderful icicles and ice covered stalagmites and stalactites. We camped for a week. At one point, while climbing around in the caves, I passed an ice sculpture that looked strikingly like Pelor’s face. I turned to point it out to Gadrin but he was nowhere to be found. I turned back to the ice, and heard a voice in my head.

Unknown speaker: Thorin Dankil. Me: Yes? US: You told me once that if I helped you, you would do anything for me. I am calling upon you now.   Me: Pelor? US: I am. Me: What may I do for you? P: I need you to leave for the ogre border in twelve days’ time. Me: Of course My Lord. Thank you for being so generous with the time. P: Remember, leave in twelve days’ time.

I returned to Gadrin and broke the news. He took it well, considering I might not return. Well I said goodbye to my family, and packed heavily. I left the meteorite with Gadrin, but I took most of our kitchen, my shield, my mace, several other things. And I left, traveling right to the border, and beyond.

About three miles in, I came across a not entirely uncommon sight. There was a large wagon that looked to be broken in by several ogres, judging by the amount of smashing done. It was burned at parts, indicating a shaman, so I was on my guard. Ya gotta always be on your guard around shamans. As I walked further along the trail, I found the ogre shaman, but with his head smashed in. By a war hammer to the looks of it. He was just lying there dead as a doornail, and I had respect for anyone who could take one out so efficiently as one blow, since I myself had seen the damage these creatures could do. Well I took the gold and spell things and such from his pockets, and continued along my way. Later, I saw a dwarf trying to take on no less than three ogres at the same time. It was actually impressive. He traded blows, this swipe went to that ogre, and this one to this ogre, and this one smashed in the skull of one of em. He took one down with his war hammer and continued. I decided to speak before helping, just in case it mattered.  

Me: Hey.   Unknown Dwarf: Hey.   Me: You need some help there?   UD: Nah I’m good. Me: You sure? UD: *getting pummeled by ogres* Yeah I’m sure. Mosey along Me: So what’s your name, stranger? UD: My name’s Braelof, don’t wear it *gets sucker punched* ooph. Out Me: Alrighty then *decides to help* Me&B: *take them down* B: I had ‘em on the ropes ya know, I didn’t need your help Me: yeah yeah i know. Hey, I’m on a quest for Pelor, any chance you’d like to come along? There’s gold and treasure and eternal glory in it for ya B: Fine. But I still had ‘em Me: alright

We left the ogre lands, leaving along the coast to a port town, where I met with other Priests and conversed with them. They suggested following the coast until something changed, for that was what they had done in their adventuring years. They reminisced for a while, and Braelof and I were on our way, picking up odd jobs like “save my daughter from the cave bear” and “return my family heirloom to me” and such.

Well later Braelof and I met up with Selidor, and he can tell you that story, and then Mialee, who can as well. And obviously you know how you got here, Myrtle.

[Author’s note: Myrtle is my adopted 6 or 7 year old daughter]

So yeah thanks for reading about me n such. Im suprised this all fit lol

#submission #dnd #backstories #deliciouslycookingrpgideas #thank you so much for submitting! #i edited it a tiny bit such as adding some italics for the song and bold for the speech so if you want me to change it back I will!!

[xxbyimm]

Enya’s Unexpected Journey - Chapter 16a

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Chapter 16a

Summary:  Enya and the company travel through Mirkwood, in which they encounter... a lot.

Enya rode next to Gandalf in the front of the group. The horses that Beorn allowed them to borrow until they reached Mirkwood, were strong and their pace was steady. So far, she hadn’t spotted Azog and his orc pack, so she’d good hopes they would reach their destination in time. Enya gazed around her and felt that Beorn was near. Probably in his bear form. Enya didn’t blame him for keeping an eye on his horses. She sighed. She had found it hard to say goodbye to the skin changer. He was kind and she regretted the fact that there was no time to befriend him. Before they left, Beorn made her promise him to come back one day and learn more about how to communicate with animals. She told him she would return. When she confessed didn’t know how she could ever repay his kindness, Beorn smiled and replied that her existence was enough. He told her she gave him hope for the future of middle earth.

‘Let your light shine into that mountain, miss.’ He had urged her. ‘Erebor is a cold place and needs your positive energy to relive again.’ Enya frowned. How the hell was she supposed to do that? She was a witch, not a medium. ‘Your powers are evolving.’ Gandalf interrupted her thoughts. ‘All forces of nature are slowly starting to flow through you.’ Enya frowned. ‘It doesn’t feel like that. I’m confused all the time and I have no idea how to deal with myself.’ ‘Everything will fall into its place.’ the wizard mused. ‘When the time is right.’ ‘You always speak in riddles.’ Enya murmured. ‘How does this help me, at all?’ ‘I mean you should keep doing what you’re doing!’ Gandalf said. ‘Follow your heart, dear Enya. If you do, your path will reveal itself to you.’ Enya rolled her eyes. ‘You’re still not making any damn sense to me.’ ‘Not to your mind.’ Gandalf chuckled. ‘But your heart knows.’ Enya smiled. ‘I hope. I’m still not able to control water. Or air. Don’t let me even start about earth and lightning!’ ‘No, you’ve not reached your full potential yet.’ Gandalf admitted. ‘But you will.’ ‘Beorn told me I shouldn’t be afraid to be vulnerable. That I allow the aggressive forces to rule over my powers.’ ‘He is right.’ The wizard told her. ‘It takes time to learn how to control them, because they’re not the powers that you would use instinctively.’ ‘That makes sense…’ Enya said. ‘And how precisely can I let them flow through me intentionally?’ ‘I have to confess, my dear Enya, that I do not possess the knowledge to teach you about that.’ Gandalf confessed. ‘But I’ve got the feeling you’ll do just fine on your own. Be vulnerable. Let the company get to know you.’ ‘But…’ Enya began, but the wizard ignored her. ‘Don’t be afraid to express your feelings.’ He said to her and gave her a knowing look. ‘I’m not the one denying feelings around here.’ Enya sighed. ‘Damn Mithrandir, you seem to keep track of literally everything I do!’ Gandalf chuckled. ‘Of course I do. I’m a wizard, my dear.’ Enya rolled her eyes and wanted to make a witty remark about that, but she was distracted by the sight of a large forest that stretched as far as the eye could see before them. ‘Gandalf…’ Enya said. ‘Is that Mirkwood?’ ‘Yes’ the wizard answered. ‘It is.’ ‘It looks like a dark place.’ Enya muttered. ‘Be on your guard in this forest.’ The wizard replied. ‘The powers that dwell over there try to meddle with your mind.’ ‘I will.’ Enya promised as they followed Thorin, who lead the company to the outskirts of the forest. They dismounted and Enya stroked her horse to keep it calm. ‘Don’t worry.’ She whispered to it. ‘You don’t have to go in there. You may return to your master with your friends.’ ‘Set the ponies free!’ Gandalf ordered as he paced into the forest. ‘Let them return to their master!’ ‘We can keep them.’ Kíli proposed. ‘Before the skin changer finds out, we’ll be far from his reach.’ ‘Don’t be stupid.’ Thorin groaned. ‘You heard Gandalf. Dismount.’ ‘We promised Beorn that we would send them back. I doubt you’d like to be hunted down again by an angry skin changer.’ Enya said. ‘Besides, it’s impossible to guide seventeen horses through these…’ She pointed at Mirkwood. ‘These… woods.’ ‘This forest feels like a disease lies upon it.’ Bilbo complained. ‘I agree!’ Enya said and she turned to Fíli and Kíli. ‘Don’t you feel it too?’ ‘Not necessarily.’ Fíli shrugged. ‘It’s not the most welcoming place I’ve ever been in, but it’ll do.’ Enya rolled her eyes. ‘Looks like we’re the sensitive souls in this party, Bilbo.’ Fíli and Kíli chuckled.

Everyone set their horse loose and Nori was about to set Gandalf’s horse free as well when the wizard appeared from the woods again. ‘No! Not my horse!’ he shouted. ‘I need it!’ ‘You what?’ Enya asked. The whole company probably watched Gandalf with an extremely horrified expression, because the wizard shuffled uneasily on his feet and turned to Thorin. ‘I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t have to. I must do something, but I’ll meet you again at the look-out in the city of Dale.’ Thorin didn’t seem too happy about Gandalf’s sudden need to leave, but he nodded shortly. ‘Don’t worry. You’ll have miss Enya by your side. She’s more powerful than she realizes.’ Gandalf assured him. ‘If you want to comfort us wizard, you should take her with you.’ Dolvira smirked. ‘We don’t need her.’ Gandalf eyed the warrior woman with an expression that Enya never seen on his face before. Dolvira quickly lowered her head and kept her mouth shut. Gandalf turned to Enya and touched her shoulder. ‘Keep them safe, miss. Have faith. Trust your heart and don’t be afraid to let go. Beware of the forest and don’t let it influence your powers.’ Enya nodded. The wizard smiled at her and turned to Bilbo. ‘You’re not the same hobbit anymore, Bilbo Baggins.’ He said. ‘Gandalf… I’ve found something… down in the tunnels.’ Bilbo confessed. ‘What did you find?’ the wizard asked. Bilbo looked like he wanted to say something else, but seconds before he was about to say it out loud, he seemed to make up his mind. ‘I’ve found my courage.’ He said. ‘Good.’ Gandalf replied. ‘You need it.’ The wizard then mounted his horse. ‘Be good! Don’t linger there longer than you should! Stay on the path. And don’t drink from the water in there. It’s enchanted.’ They watched him as his horse galloped away. ‘STAY ON THE PATH!’ he screamed once more. ‘Well.’ Dolvira smirked as Gandalf disappeared in the distance. ‘There’s your proof, pretty face. That’s why I stand by what I said before: wizards and witches cannot be trusted.’ ‘He only leaves us because he has to.’ Enya purred. ‘There is no choice in the matter.’ ‘No, he abandoned us.’ The redhead said. ‘Ah, did he finally grow onto you?’ Enya asked. Dolvira muttered something under her breath and Enya decided not to pursue the matter. Thorin eyed them and Enya smiled apologetically. ‘Let’s go.’ He grumbled. ‘The sooner we’re out of this cursed forest, the better.’

Enya walked in the back of the group, and chatted with Fíli and Kíli. They tried to persuade her to tell them what happened between her and Thorin a few nights before (damn, how did those two lads know something had happened?), but Enya countered their verbal attacks with ease. ‘Please do share with us! Does love-making works differently in your world?’ Kíli begged. Enya laughed. ‘What do you want me to say, Kee? Which answer would satisfy your desire?’ ‘Don’t call me Kee.’ He muttered. ‘I’ll call you the hell I want you to.’ Enya replied. ‘I personally call him-’ Fíli began, but they were interrupted by a shouting Nori. ‘We’ve found the bridge!’ The trio glanced at each other and hurried to the front of the group. ‘Oh!’ Bofur sighed as they came closer. ‘Pff…’ Everyone stopped. ‘Great.’ Dolvira muttered. ‘What now?’ There used to be a bridge, but in some point of time the middle part had collapsed and left a giant gap that was too large to jump across. The river splashed beneath it. ‘We could try and swim it?’ Bofur opted. ‘Didn’t you hear what Gandalf said?’ Thorin barked. ‘A dark magic lies on this forest. The waters of these stream are enchanted.’ Bofur shrugged. ‘It doesn’t look very enchanted to me…’ ‘We must find another way across’ Thorin decided. ‘These vines looks strong enough!’ Kíli said as he tested some vines that grew above the river. ‘We could-’ ‘Wait!’ Thorin ordered. ‘We’ll send the lightest first.’ ‘What?’ Bilbo asked uneasily. Enya rolled her eyes, ignored the short discussion that followed the poor halflings question and stepped on one side of the bridge. She sat down, closed her eyes and inhaled slowly. Ice or earth? She smiled. She couldn’t care less what was going to fill up that gap, but she knew one thing for certain. She wasn’t crossing the river by climbing those vines. She placed her hands on her lap and focused on her breathing. The water of the river splashed beneath her and Enya vaguely heard something growing in front of her. ‘What are you doing?’ Dolvira yelled. ‘What?’ Enya opened her eyes, distracted by the warrior woman’s voice. Dolvira scoffed and pointed at the spot in front of them where the gap used to be. Thick forest soil connected the two sides of the bridge. Enya stood up and walked across. Poor Bilbo already was halfway through the vines and the rest of the company watched him as he moved. ‘What are you waiting for?’ she asked the others. ‘How did you do that?’ Dori said. ‘I’m a witch, Dori.’ Enya laughed. ‘And as I said, witches cannot be trusted.’ Dolvira stated as she thoroughly tested the self-made bridge. ‘I doubt your handiwork will hold every single one of us. I’ll go first to check if it’s safe enough to hold any of us.’ Enya rolled her eyes. ‘I’m happy you’re always so supportive of me, lady commander.’ ‘Cross it, Dolvira. I don’t need you criticizing everything Enya does.’ Thorin grumbled as he walked past her. The redhead clenched her jaw, but did what she was told. The rest of the company followed her over the bridge and Enya had to admit she felt somewhat relieved when Bombur was safely on her side of the bridge. She then walked to the edge of the riverbank and gave Bilbo an hand. He was shaking and gave her an accusing glare. ‘I’m sorry.’ She muttered. ‘You were on those vines before I finished my bridge. Next time they make you do something, I’ll go.’ Bilbo smiled. ‘No need, miss Enya. I’m still alive, right? Dangling above a river with magical powers is better than being hunted by an orc pack or cooked alive by some trolls.’ Enya laughed. ‘Yes, I would agree.’ ‘Let’s move on.’ Thorin ordered. ‘Oh no, I dropped my slingshot somewhere!’ Ori said. Dori rolled with his eyes, ready to smack his little brother for his stupidity. ‘Where did you left it? Isn’t it in your pocket?’ ‘How could I know? I LOST it!’ Ori howled. ‘I don’t have it on me anymore.’ He looked around him, panicked. ‘We don’t have time for this nonsense.’ Dwalin grunted. ‘But…’ Ori began. ‘If you don’t find that STUPID slingshot of yours in THREE seconds, I’ll gut you!’ Dolvira yelled. Ori watched the warrior woman in horror and hurried over the bridge again. ‘I’ll find it real quick, miss commander! I promise!’ ‘Why do you always have to be so loud?’ Enya hissed. ‘Thanks to you, every breathing creature in this forest now knows that we’re here!’ ‘If they’ll cross us, I’ll kill them.’ The redhead simply stated. Enya sighed. ‘I’ve got it!’ Ori beamed as he ran towards them again. ‘It was on the other side, I must have dropped in when-’ Ori was so happy to be reunited with his slingshot again, that he didn’t observe the large tree root that grew on one side of the bridge. With an awkward sound the root snapped and the poor second youngest dwarf tripped over the bridge and was about to fall into the river. ‘Ori!’ Enya yelled and she lunged forward.

Her fire witch instincts were faster than her bodily movements. The river froze before her eyes and for a moment Enya wondered who pulled off this awesome trick when she realized it was herself. Ori landed on the now frozen river with a loud crack and Enya cringed. She hoped her ice wouldn’t break under his weight. Ori sat still, too frightened to move. ‘Miss Enya!’ he pleaded. ‘Ori, look at me. You’re still awake. Nothing is going to happen.’ Enya said. ‘But…’ ‘Ori, I need you to get up and move slowly towards me.’ Enya told him. Ori was trembling, but did what he was told to do. ‘I want your eyes on me.’ Enya ordered when she saw he was about to panic again. ‘Look at me, and you’ll be fine.’ She guided him to the shore and when Ori reached for her hands, he collapsed again. Dori lunged forward and caught his brother before he reached the soil. ‘Oh no.’ Dori said. Enya groaned. Ori was vast asleep in his brothers arms. ‘Is there a way to wake our brother up?’ Nori asked Enya. Enya shrugged, unhappy that she couldn’t provide him with an answer. ‘I don’t know, Nori.’ ‘Great job, witch.’ Dolvira smirked. ‘That little ice trick of yours didn’t help him a tiny bit. What now, huh?’ ‘I tried to save him after your bickering made him forget to watch his feet!’ Enya growled. ‘He must have touched a little bit of unfrozen water. But I’ll find a way to wake him up.’ ‘We have to move.’ Thorin told Dori and Nori. ‘We’ll take turns in carrying Ori.’

They passed the bridge hours ago and Ori was still asleep. Enya guessed they were deep inside the forest, because the air hung heavily around them and with each step it seemed even more difficult to breathe. Enya felt dizzy and the forest wouldn’t stop talking to her. They almost lost the path a few times. ‘I need air.’ Bofur complained. ‘My head is swimming…’ Oín confessed. ‘We’re lost, aren’t we?’ Dori said. ‘We’re not lost!’ Dolvira objected. ‘We’re just… figuring out where we should go.’ ‘We need to know where the sun is.’ Bilbo opted. ‘Then we’ll know which way to go.’ ‘There is no sun here.’ Dolvira bickered. The whole company stopped, because they were too confused, too tired to set even a single step further. ‘I don’t know the time.’ Balin said. ‘I don’t even know what day it it…’ Dwalin muttered. ‘This is taking too long. Is there no end to this cursed FOREST?’ Thorin yelled. Enya blinked her eyes a few times quickly, trying to shake off that numb feeling that was consuming her. It felt like she was moving in slow motion, her senses blurred and her mind hazy. For the sake of everyone else, she had to become herself again. Enya sighed and with the palm of her hand she hit herself on her cheek.

Focus! She told herself. Please Enya, focus.

‘You’re right, we need the sun!’ she told Bilbo. ‘There has to be a way to get the sun down here…’ She lowered herself down on her knees and raised her head to the sky.

Well, the direction in which the sky SHOULD be. All she could see were thick ill-looking branches that sucked out the vital air they needed.

‘We need to be one with the air above this forest…’ her mind lisped. ‘Be one… tear away those branches that keep the light out of these…damned… woods…’ Enya breathed and imagined herself being the air above the trees. The air that would brush aside these damned trees and therefore creating an hole that would enable the sun to peer into. It would… Enya felt a swirling energy inside of her body, wanting to get out. She raised her hands and let it go.

While Enya was in her little peaceful bubble, the others experienced a powerful wind that almost swept them off their feet. With force it pushed and tore away the thick layers of branches that grew above them. ‘Keep steady!’ Thorin screamed. ‘What is this kind of dark magic?’ Dolvira asked while she clung onto her sword. ‘It’s miss Enya.’ Bilbo replied. ‘YOU WHAT?’ The redhead snickered.

The whole company gasped when suddenly the wind was gone and bright sunlight shone upon them, warming their body and souls. Enya opened her eyes and smiled. She did it! The open spot she created looked exactly as she imagined it to be. ‘Here’s your air.’ She told Bofur as she got up. ‘Now, let’s move.’ ‘I feel a lot better now.’ Dwalin said. ‘Let’s rest here for a bit before we continue.’ ‘No, we shouldn’t.’ Enya replied. ‘I needed you guys to get sharp, but we really shouldn’t linger here any longer...’ ‘What… what happened?’ An uneven voice broke off the conversation. ‘ORI!’ Dori shouted. ‘He’s awake!’ ‘You did it, miss Enya!’ Nori beamed. ‘I lost my slingshot by the river…’ Ori mumbled. ‘But we’re not at the river any more…’ ‘Sssh. Take it easy.’ Dori urged his little brother. ‘You were asleep for a few moments.’ In the corner of her eye, Enya saw Thorin, Dwalin and Balin glancing at each other, probably deciding if they should stay in the bright open spot or move on. ‘We rest here.’ Thorin ordered the company. ‘You cannot be serious.’ Enya stated as she walked towards him. Thorin sighed. ‘Yes. We’re all tired, it’s pleasant here and Ori just woke up. Don’t question my authority and do as you’re told.’ ‘I think it’s wiser to move on, that’s all.’ Enya countered. ‘Well, since you’re not the leader of the company, I think it’s wiser for you to listen instead of being a pain in my ass.’ Thorin growled. ‘If we’ll get into trouble because you wanted to linger somewhere longer than you should, don’t blame the pain in your ass for it.’ Enya bit back. Thorin muttered something under his breath and Enya eyed him angrily. ‘Stupid stubborn bastard.’ She whispered and quickly turned away before Thorin would ask her to repeat those words. She would be in trouble if she did.

Enya sat next to Bilbo as they watched all the dwarves snore. She rolled her eyes. Thorin ordered everyone to get some rest, not to sleep continuously for hours... Even the great king himself seemed to have dozed off at some point. Bilbo was appointed to keep an eye on everyone and although she was tired, Enya knew she couldn’t sleep in this damned forest. Although the open forest gave her some room to breathe properly again, the forest still felt sick. So instead she decided to enjoy Bilbo’s company for a few hours. ‘I don’t understand how they can sleep that peacefully while lying in the broad daylight. And I didn’t even start about the foul air that still lingers in the shadows behind us. Does it makes you sick as well?’ she asked the halfling. ‘Did you never take a nap in a nice afternoon sun?’ Bilbo mused. ‘I understand why they sleep in these rays of sunlight. But about the air: I know what you mean. I constantly feel like it’s trying to crawl into my mind and control my senses.’ Bilbo said. Enya sighed. ‘I feel horribly lost without Gandalf and his infinite knowledge about… well. Everything.’ Bilbo laughed. ‘But YOU’RE a fire witch, miss Enya.’ ‘I know.’ Enya replied. ‘But that doesn’t mean that I’m as wise and smart as Gandalf. And I sometimes feel like I should be. I mean…’ She frowned and stared at the place where Thorin lay. ‘The way Gandalf looked me in the eye today and told me that I had to keep you guys safe… He acts like I’m a powerful witch and… I still don’t feel like that.’ ‘But you are!’ Bilbo objected. ‘You slayed a few trolls just days after you found out about your witch powers. You stood up to the goblin king. Killed orcs with ice. Saved Thorin with your energy. You reasoned with a huge bear, saved Ori today AND created this massive open spot.’ ‘All those things weren’t THAT hard.’ Enya countered. ‘It doesn’t make me powerful.’ ‘Yes it does. Do you know what I think is the most impressive thing you did?’ the halfling asked. ‘Enlighten me.’ Enya smiled. ‘The fact that you saved Thorin’s life when even Gandalf and his infinite knowledge weren’t able to do so.’ Enya shrugged. ‘I just followed my instincts with that one.’ ‘It was a privilege to experience such an extraordinary moment.’ Bilbo whispered. ‘I swear I could feel the fierce love you have for him.’ Enya lowered her head. ‘I would do it again if I need to.’ ‘I know.’ Bilbo replied. They both sat in silence for a moment. ‘You know,’ Bilbo said with a smile. ‘Even without your witch powers you’re still a badass female.’ Enya laughed. ‘I am?’ ‘Yes! You’re not afraid to speak your mind when needed. You dare to defy Thorin now and then. You faced Azog without your witch powers, which requires a lot of courage. You fought off Dolvira with your bear hands.’ ‘You surely know how to make me sound badass.’ Enya answered and she gave him a warm look. ‘Do you miss your home?’ Bilbo inquired. Enya shrugged. ‘Not really. I only have a grumpy mother and backstabbing siblings to return to. And Jason lives in my hometown... So, no.’ ‘Who is Jason?’ Bilbo said. 'Nobody in particular.' Enya replied. ‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.’ The halfling replied. ‘I don’t want to make you feel uneasy.’ Enya sighed. 'No, it’s fine. The whole company isn’t listening anyway, so maybe it’s time I get it off my chest. Gandalf told me I should give you guys the opportunity to get to know me. But I warn you: the subject Jason is a sad place to be in.' She took a moment before she started. 'So... a few years ago, there was this guy, a woodsman. We met in a bar and I...' Enya frowned. 'I had been eyeing him for months, because I was too scared to make a move myself. I mean, I was this inexperienced insecure lass, so I could not imagine an impressive lumberjack like himself would fancy me. So one night, faith decided that he should notice me, and he did. I took him home and before I knew it, we were living together. We took off so fast and I told myself he was the one.’ Enya laughed when she thought about her feelings back then. ‘It was so stupid. I had the whole fairytale in my mind about us marrying and me taking care of our cute little kids…’ She took a deep breath. ‘He frequently met up with another woman, whose name was Abbie. He told me that they were best buddies, and because I wanted to be this strong independent girlfriend so badly, I allowed it.’ ‘Oh no.’ Bilbo said. ‘Yes, I was naïve.’ She whispered. ‘So, on one of those buddy days, I came home early because I wanted to surprise him. I will spare you the dirty details, but it came down to this: I discovered them in his bed while they…’ Enya swallowed hard. ‘They weren’t sleeping, if you know what I mean. I yelled at him I never wanted to see him again. And left.’ Enya sighed. ‘I wish now I was strong enough to keep that promise when he came back to me a few months later. He told me that we belonged together and I was desperate enough to believe him.’ ‘Why were you so desperate?’ Bilbo asked softly. ‘Back then I hated myself with an intense passion. Enough to believe I was lucky that Jason gave ME a second chance.’ Enya confessed. ‘Why?’ he said and stared at her. ‘Why would you hate yourself? He betrayed you.’ Enya sighed. ‘I don’t know, insecurities got the better of me. I believed there was something terribly wrong about myself because Jason cheated on me. I convinced myself I did something wrong. But when Jason decided to pull the same trick on me a second time… I found out he slept with Abbie numerous times while we were together again, so I told him I had enough. He said he needed to think about us and moved in with her. He left me in pieces. And I still would be, if I did not decided to go for a run on a particular morning.’ She smiled. ‘Don’t you want to get back to your family?’ Bilbo asked. Enya shook her head. ‘I do have a mother and a few siblings, but I’m a bit of an outcast. The relationship with my mother has never been stable and my brothers and sisters blame me for that. They tell me I don’t let her in.’ She chuckled. ‘And I tell them that it’s only natural I won’t let her get near me until she tells who my biological father is. And she refuses to do that. The only thing she shared with me is the fact that he died before I was born. I never even saw a picture and I cannot forgive her for denying my right to know who he was. So God knows what the members of my family are up to these days. I don’t talk to them.’ ‘It’s sad not to have your family around to watch your back.’ Bilbo established.

They both startled when they heard some rushing in the bushes nearby the open spot. Bilbo whimpered. ‘I’ll check it out. Be ready to kill.’ Enya ordered him as she got up on her feet. She crept through the foliage, ready to jump on whoever was hiding out here and… She let out a soft cry when someone knocked her over and landed on top of her. ‘What?’ she hissed when she gazed into two familiar blue eyes. Thorin hovered over her and she was a little surprised when she discovered the guilt that was written all over his face. ‘Miss, I apologize.’ he breathed. ‘I couldn’t see who was nearing me, so I took my chances. Are you hurt?’ ‘I’m alright.’ Enya replied. ‘What are you doing here? And where did your usual grumpiness go?’ ‘Scouting the surroundings.’ He said. ‘I can’t sleep here.’ Enya narrowed her eyes because he ignored her last question, but she chose to let it pass. ‘And why is that? I thought you ordered us all to get some rest. You should too.’ Thorin sighed and got up. He held out his hand and Enya took it. He lifted her with ease. ‘I believe I owe you another apology.’ Thorin muttered. ‘You were right. This forest is dangerous and we shouldn’t linger here. Not even for some resting.’ ‘Say that again?’ Enya teased and she tilted her head. Thorin’s mouth curved into a little smile. ‘I’m not repeating myself, miss. You heard me.’

They both stood in silence for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes. ‘What happened with you and Dolvira?’ The question had slid out of her mouth before she realized she asked it. She knew very well that he might not wanted to share such a tale, but she her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She wanted to know. Thorin frowned and Enya saw sadness in his eyes. ‘I don’t like to share that tale. With anyone.’ ‘I’m sorry…’ Enya began. ‘Only Balin knows.’ he said with a low voice. ‘And I forbid him to speak about it.’ ‘But because I happened to overhear your story, and the fact that you’re always so kind in returning favors to me, I will do the same today.’ He breathed. Enya bit her lip. Did he just refer to her little striptease in Rivendell? Oops. She had hoped, against all odds, he wouldn't remember that. Of course he did. She tried not to look guilty, but by the time she straightened her face, it was too late. ‘Of course I remember’ he muttered. ‘How could I not remember you…?’ He trailed off. Enya tried not to think about a certain bigger favor he gave her a few nights ago, one which she gladly would return to him.

If he let her.

‘You overheard my tale?’ Enya asked, trying to change the subject. Her cheeks were burning from the thought of his tongue on her body and Enya was suddenly grateful for the darkness provided by the sickly branches above them. ‘If you don’t want people to hear your conversation, you shouldn’t engage in one while you’re on watch duty.’ Thorin told her. ‘Of course someone will hear you.’ ‘Point taken.’ Enya confessed. ‘But we were positive all of you were vast asleep.’ ‘Minus one.’ He said. Enya smiled. ‘So now you know I was stupid enough to let a guy deceive me. Twice. I’ll appreciate it if you don’t tell the lads about that. Oh, and certainly not miss lovely commander.’ Thorin nodded shortly. ‘I won’t. And you have to promise me that you will keep my tale to yourself as well. I don’t like to share it.’ ‘I promise.’ Enya said. ‘Very well.’ Thorin said and he took a deep breath before he started. ‘Dolvira was one of the commanders of Erebors’ army when we met. I was a young dwarf prince and the moment we met we fell for each other.’ Enya tried to keep her expression neutral, but she had to admit that it was already painful for her to hear these old memories. ‘My grandfather Thrór was against our union because she was a mere commander and no royal. He told me she didn’t know about our secret vows, our manners. She was used to the harsh life in the army, fending for herself. Not to the life we lived back then. But, stubborn and in love as I was, I stuck my neck out for her.’ Thorin continued. ‘I wanted her more than anything and in the end he agreed I could have her.’ ‘He did?’ Enya asked. Thorin nodded. ‘You know miss, I can be very persuasive if I want to.’ ‘Oh, not only if you want to.’ Enya mused. ‘You were saying?’ ‘Absolutely nothing!’ Enya grinned. ‘Please tell me what happened.’ ‘So.’ He said, with a low voice. ‘On the day we were supposed to perform the most secret vow from our ancient laws, after which we would be one… she…’ He swallowed. Without thinking about it, Enya put her hand in his. It gave her a warm tingling sensation that send shivers down her spine. A part of her expected Thorin to shake her off, but instead he tightened his grip around her hand and gently stroked her with his thumb. Oh god. OH! ‘She chose to give herself to another and she made sure I saw that.’ He said with clenched teeth. ‘And I will never forgive her for that.’ ‘But why does she…’ Enya whispered. ‘She thinks time has healed my wounds. Told me she was a free soul, that it was her nature. She couldn’t help herself. But that doesn’t mean I will forgive or trust her like that again. Because I won’t.’ He stated. ‘I know. I can relate.’ Enya told him. They were startled by rushing leaves above them. ‘We should return to the rest.’ Thorin urged her. ‘There is something out there. Not long ago, I heard whispers and I went looking for them.’

They hurried to the edge of the open spot, but found it to be empty. The company was gone. ‘Where did they go?’ Thorin muttered. ‘I think we have to climb those trees to find out.’ Enya mused. The rushing above them continued and Enya swear she could hear whispers too. ‘Did you hear that?’ Thorin whispered. ‘Yes.’ Thorin nodded. ‘Good. That means I’m not losing my mind. Now let’s kill those foul things that took our kin.’ Enya was just calculating how high she should jump to reach the lowest branch when she felt two strong arms around her. Thorin lifted her with ease, enabling her to clamber onto the branch. He followed her and together they climbed the tree. ‘Don’t tell me there are spiders up here.’ Enya complained as she cut through thick sticky spider webs with her sai. ‘Sshh’ Thorin said. They ducked when a large spider passed just above their heads. ‘FEEEEEEEEEEEEEAST!’ it hissed. ‘Let’s eat them now, while they’re still juicy!’ They cautiously followed the foul beast, making sure they kept their distance. ‘Oh!’ Enya whimpered when they discovered what happened with the members of their company. Fifteen cocoons were dangling in a massive web, guarded by four giant spiders. Enya suppressed a quiver. Thorin gestured Enya to come closer to him. ‘I’ll draw them off. You free them.’ He whispered. ‘No.’ She told him. ‘I’m the witch. I’ll distract them.’ Thorin wanted to object, but Enya broke him off before he could speak. ‘Besides.’ She grinned. ‘You’re much more comfortable using weapons than I am.’ ‘Just. Be careful.’ He groaned. ‘Aye aye captain.’ She whispered as he disappeared behind the thick branches.

She waited a few moments before she made her presence clear. ‘Hey, piss wizards!!’ she shouted at them. ‘Fucknuggets! Over here!’ ‘What is that?’ one spider hissed to another. ‘Wanna come over here and find out?’ Enya purred. ‘Kill it!’ the other spider urged. The four of them ran into Enya’s direction and she hurried over the branches in the opposite way Thorin had disappeared. ‘Come and get me…’ she sung. She screamed as one of the spiders jumped on her and tried to sting her with his poison. Instinctively she burned it with her fire. The other three tried to cover their eyes with their front legs. ‘Too bright!’ one of them complained. ‘What?’ Enya growled. ‘You don’t like fire?’ ‘Kill it! It stings!’ the biggest one said. Enya yelled and shot burning hot fireballs at their creepy heads. It only took a few shots before the trio was set ablaze. ‘DON’T MESS WITH MY KIN!’ she screamed as she burned the webs under their legs away. The spiders hissed in pain and Enya watched their burning bodies drop to the ground. She was taken off guard by another particular fat spider that suddenly emerged behind her. It grasped her with his front legs and tried to entangle her with his sticky threads. ‘NO!’ Enya howled. The spider stood at the edge of the web and Enya found herself hoovering over a gaping black hole. The one she just created by destroying the web a few moments ago. Enya whimpered, not wanting to fall down but also not willing to become a cocoon. Before she knew it, her hands turned the creature into a spider popsicle. She sighed. Great. She successfully eliminated the spider, but now she had another serious problem. One move would mean she’d fall to her death. ‘KILLL THEM!!!’ yet another spider hissed as he hurried down through the webs. ‘No,’ Enya began. ‘Don’t you dare to…’ Obviously the spider didn’t saw where he was going, because he tripped over his frozen friend and with a loud crack, Enya found herself falling towards the hard soil beneath her.

‘This is worse than having to endure the tower of terror in Disneyland!’ Enya’s mind babbled.

‘GOOD GODS!’ Enya cursed as she landed on one of the dead creatures that she sent on the same journey a few minutes ago. She quickly got up on her feet and shrugged. Well, at least they broke her fall… She frowned when she heard swords clattering and dwarves shouting in the distance. She ran towards the company, forgetting the fact that she probably should get her sai. ‘Where were you?’ Thorin shouted as soon as he laid his eyes on her. ‘I told you to be careful!’ Enya rolled her eyes. ‘Who said I wasn’t careful? I encountered a particular fat spider one on my way here, who thought I’d be the perfect snack.’ She yelled as she threw herself into the heat of the fight.

Enya didn’t know when the wood elves exactly entered the scene, but they managed to kill the foul beasts in a fast and efficient manner. It was almost like they were used finishing these creatures off at a regular basis. Before the dwarves knew it, all the spiders were dead and they found themselves surrounded by elves. ‘Don’t think I wouldn’t kill you dwarf.’ The leader with the golden locks told Thorin. ‘It would be my pleasure.’ Thorin narrowed his eyes. ‘Search them!’ the elf leader ordered. They protested as they were stripped from their weapons. Kíli was searched by a female elf, something he didn’t seem to mind. Enya held back a smile and scoffed as the soldier that searched her grabbed her knife. He eyed her with hatred. ‘Away with them!’ the leader told his soldiers.

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