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3rd person Pov:

The company could tell that something was up with (Y/N). It seemed as though the further they got from the shire and closer to where Gandalf was leading them the tenser, she got. She sat hunched over her horse gripping the reigns so hard her knuckles bleached. The company exchanged worried glances and murmurs among each other. The weather turns colder and darker as they continue on deeper into the forest.  The company stop as the near a clearing of trees. (Y/N) slides of her horse and wobbly makes her way to the edge. Kili goes to move towards her but Gandalf holds out his staff. His face shows guilt and sorrow. “This was her home. Her clan.” he says as she drops to her knees.

Your Pov:

You bow your head at the edge of your territory your hands fisting in the grass. You can feel the spirits pressing against the veil between this plain and the next. You flinch at the clap of thunder that sounds in the distance. The company would need to camp here until the storm passed. You hear the tap of Gandalf’s staff against the ground before stopping next to you. “We’ll be camping in one of the buildings.” He says and you nod. You hear a few of the others grumble at the idea. Saying that this place was nothing but a bunch of piles of rubble. Anger fills you as they dismiss your old home as though it was disgusting and beneath them. You stand up and round on the company. “How dare you!” you seethe feeling your magic responds strongly to your anger and engulfs you in your dark fire. “This is my home. A once sacred place that was desecrated by orcs and was once flooded with the blood of my people.” Thorin goes to step foreward and your snarl your animal coming out. “How would you feel if I said that Erebor was nothing, but a pitiful kingdom built into a mountain that was destroyed because of its’ ruler’s petty greed.” You spit out before turning feeling your body start to shift.

You take off shifting as you run. Your paws tear into the earth as you make your way into the forest towards the river that flowed inside your territory. The storm breaks just as you get to the river and sit on its edge. The cool rain soaks your molted black and grey fur. You bow your head once again letting the tears fall. They drip off the end of your muzzle to mix with the rain soaking the riverbank. Memories of that night flow your mind like the swift moving river before you. The cries of the children for their mothers and the calls of the men for their mates. Your fathers weathered face as he pleads for you to run. That they would by you some time for you and the children to run. That didn’t happen. You and what few of the children remained, those barely able to walk let alone run, made it as far as the tree line before being taken out by arrows. You had the scar on your hip from where an arrow had struck you. You sheathe and unsheathe your claws at the memory of Azog’s warg dragging you across the blood-soaked ground to its master.  You remember Azog’s sick smile as you were knocked out. You are brought out of your mind by a cool hand running through your fur. You stiffen as you feel a presence sit down beside you. “What is the matter my child?” the presence asks in a voice so familiar. “Mama!” you try to say but it comes out a low whine. You shift back into your human form and turn to the presence.

The incorporeal body of your mother is knelt on the ground beside you. Her figure bleached of all color. “Mama.” You breathe out this time and she moves her hand to your cheek. You feel a cool sensation but nothing solid. “I wish I could hug you.” She says sadly and you nod. “Why are you still here, trapped within this plain?” you ask her, and she gives a small smile. “Our task is not done. Our promise has not been fulfilled nor our want. In due time, child we will cross the river and join the eternal hunt.” My father’s ghost joins my mother’s. “Go back to your company. Some of the restless here don’t want them on our land. With you with them the spirits should calm.” He urges me so I make my way back to the company following my sense of smell. They had taken shelter in what used to be the great hall.

„What did you said, Fili?! Wha-“

„SHUT UP, YOU CHICKEN!“ You yelled at him, wanting to listen to some stories that Bofur was telling you, Bilbo, Ori and Nori. Kili’s eyes widened. You would always bring up some nickname, that had to do something with his scruff, because you knew he hated it (or the fact the acted as a child sometimes, but he didn’t wanted to admit that). Thorin had enough of your bickering.

„Go and fetch some firewood, you two and Fili. Don’t wake the whole forest and come back early,“ He said, his voice not allowing any argument. Once you were deeper in the forest, Fili mourmed.

„Very funny, amralime,“ You turned to him.

„What did you said?“ Fili smirked and nudged his brother. Kili hissed.

„Nothing.“ You narrowed your eyes and Fili said,

„It’s a word in Khuzdul we call a person, who’s annyoing.“ You nodded in acknowledgement, being a human and having no idea what Khuzdul sounded and was like. Kili’s eyes widened and Fili rolled his eyes. He could clearly see in his brother’s behaviour what was the problem.

When you were coming back, you went first, because you were quicker. Kili hissed at his brother,

„I don’t know what are you trying to do, but stop it,“ Fili innocently smiled.

„Oh, me? Nothing.“

Back in camp, you sat back near Bilbo, Bofur, Ori and Nori and listened some cheerful stories. Fili noticed his brother’s stare, his eyes reflecting the flames and anger, his blood was most likely boiling. Fili chuckled.

„You can go and tell her, how you did you tried to put whole bowl of strawberries to your mouth when you were a dwarfling. I’m sure it will sweep her off her feet,“ Kili’s eyes widened and his face got red. He tried to cover it, but Fili noticed and laughed. Dwalin, sitting next to them, also laughed. Oin was confused, as he couldn’t hear them properly.

„What’s goin‘ on, lads? Who was weeping?“ Kili noticed Dori and jumped up, his cheeks covered in blush, trying to stop him.

„No, Dori-“

„He said the lad should go and sweep lady Y/N off her feet,“ The whole camp went quiet, but most of the dwarves laughed a second after. Kili glared at them.

„Why would I did it?! She’s the most annoying person here!“ He glared at you, being in shock, but you quickly rolled your eyes.

„Oh, calm down, amralime.“ The whole camp went silent, confused laugh escaping them. Bofur rose his brows.

„When you were planning on telling us?“ He looked at you and then at Kili. You frowned.

„What?“ Bofur sighed.

„That you two are in love with each other, obviously. But that doesn’t matter, we already know now. Just don’t -“ You stood up and walked towards Fili, purpose in every step. Your eyes were angry and Fili gulped.

„You,“ You growled and firmly held his collar, so he had to look in your angry eyes. You could see true fear in his eyes.

„What does amralime really means?“ Fili nervously chuckled.

„Uhm, it means...well...“

„I’m listening, Fili. You better talk quickly.“ You growled out slowly, the whole Company staring at you. They’ve never seen you so angry, dangerous, and there was something wild in your eyes.

„It means something like ‚my love‘ in Khuzdul,“ He said, almost whispering. You let go of his collar and he fell on his butt. Your hands were shaking, and you looked at Kili. He noticed a surprise, fear and softness he never seen on you before. In a second, you looked away.

„I need a walk,“ You mumbled and runned into forest. The whole Company was now staring at the brothers.

„Give the lass some time,“ Balin said.

„She might be in a shock.“

They were waiting for you, and when you didn’t came in an hour, two, two and a half hours, they got up and decided to find you.

A loud scream from the forest caught their attention.

Kili’s face paled and he quickly runned into the forest. He was trying to figure out where did it went from, and thought about you. Whenever he annoyed you, whenever he was making you angry, he wanted your attention. You always seemed to be around the hobbit, talking to him and protecting him. He had no idea why, but he was jealous, so jealous, and he wanted your attention only for himself, he wanted you to be his. But he was an annoying prick to you, a dork you always just rolled your eyes on and gave him some witty comeback.

If he wouldn’t do it, Fili wouldn’t be in his ‚protective, annoying and big brother‘ mood, wouldn’t try to pair you, you would stay in camp and he wouldn’t be worried sick if you were even alive.

He noticed a voices near, and whimpers. The voices were quickly away, the wimpers were growing more quiet. He heard sobbing, and it was breaking his heart.

„Y/N?“ He whispered. Your name rolled off of his tongue so easily.

„Kee?“ You whispered, careful. He quickly walked towards you, moonlight illuminating your wet, dirty and scratched face. It was all his fault.

He kneeled down to you.

„Are you injured anywhere?“ You pointed to your stomach and he carefully rolled up your tunic, you both blushing.

A cut was there, with a blood around. He hissed.

„I will take you back, just stay awake. Please,“ He whispered. You nodded and he took you in bridal style back to the camp, where Bilbo, Ori, Oin and Balin stayed, just in case someone would find you and you would need help, which was handy now.

„What happened?“ He asked you in whisper. You fluttered your eyelids to cover tears.

„Two orcs,“ You whispered.

„I would kill them, if I took a weapon with me, but I didn’t had any.“ You scrunched your face in bitter expression.

„They...they were talking about murdering me, but...I don’t know, maybe they heard you, but they went away...“ Kili’s body filled with anger.

„I will find them and kill them, for hurting you.“ He said deadly serious.

„What happened back in camp,“ You whispered carefully.

„Do you-do you-“ He sighed.

„I’m sorry, but I...I was jealous, because you and Bilbo were always together and I didn’t knew how to talk to you, so I just tried to catch your attention by annoying you, and it worked.“ You giggled.

„You’re an idiot, Master dwarf,“ He snorted and rolled his eyes.

„Oh, amralime,“ You raised a brow and he blushed.

„I’m sorry, I’m not gonna call you like this, I promise-“ You snorted.

„And I just wanted to tell you I love you,“ You murmed. His eyes widened.

„Wait, you-you love me?“ You laughed.

„How couldn’t I love you, you dork?“ He huffed.

„You’re wounded, amralime!“

„Luckily, it’s just a scratch and there’s a lot of blood and dirt around.“ You both smirked at each other and when you entered the camp, Kili carefully placed you on your bedroll and Oin came to take care of your wounds. Kili pecked your lips softly and let Oin to do what needed.

When the other members of the Company came back, they noticed you, leaning on Kili’s chest, him playing with your hair and you enjoying the warmth. Fili rose his brow.

„Wait, what happened?“ You and Kili looked at him.

„They bumped their heads into a tree, I cannot explain it differently,“ Nori mourmed and you all chuckled.

„Well, not really.“ You smirked and kissed Kili shortly. Some of others did a gagging sound.

„I’ve liked ‘em more when they hated each other,“ Gloin murmed and others chuckled. Fili sat down to you.

„But wait with children ‘till we reclaim Erebor-WAIT NO DON’T THROW IT!“ Fili quickly covered his head when you threw a shoe at him.

A human woman, whom made it to the palace? What a strange thing, he softly scoffed. He didn’t trusted easily, and this was much more suspicious, though he felt a need to come closer and find out who she was.

You remembered going to the forest for a walk, when it was getting darker. You wanted to turn around and go back, but it felt like the forest was alive and your path was nowhere to be seen. You walked futher, hoping you’d find a way out.

You didn’t knew how much time passed, perhaps a few hours. Your legs were aching, your mind was tired and hazy and the only light was sky with stars. Soon after, the trees became so thick you couldn’t see almost anything, only a few feet ahead. Every sound was scaring you, you were tired, hungry and thirsty. It felt like the forest was endless.

Finally, you noticed a blue lights. You came closer to them, feeling warmth radiating from them. You shivered in fear, but also a cold. When did the forest became so cold, in the middle of summer?

You had no idea

Your mind was telling you to reach to them and touch them, you didn’t realized that the forest was playing with your mind. Once you touched the light by the tips of your fingers, you hissed. A strange pain and hot waves shot through your body and you fell down. You silently cursed yourself for touching it.

Your body was tingling, nothing else, so you got up and decided to walk futher. Your legs suddenly didn’t hurted, your steps became lighter and quicker, somehow. You didn’t even realized that, though. You were deep in the forest. There was only way - through, as way back was lost hours before.

After another few hours you stepped near some huge castle. You couldn’t believe it and let out a silent cry. Finally, a place where you could ask for help, and maybe they would let you to rest for a while.

Slowly, an uncomfortable feeling was creeping through your whole body. Something, or someone, was watching you. You looked around, trying to figure out the direction. It was still dark, but the castle had some lights on a different places. Small fires, to be exact. It reminded you of a fairies from legends.

Thranduil was watching her. Her clothes didn’t looked like anything he knew, and she seemed to be curiously looking over the castle. She had no weapons, as much as he could see. He narrowed his blue eyes. Suspicious. He decided to step out, bow and arrow prepared. Even if she would try anything, he would be quicker. He worked hard for many years, and used his natural abilities of being quick and swift. As a warrior, he was surely not one to be messed up with.

„What is a human doing in Mirkwood?“ He said, still in shadows. The woman turned around quickly and rose her hands.

„I-I’m sorry, I got lost in a forest...I’ve been lost for hours-“ She said. The young prince wasn’t really into too many adventures, he was rather serious. But there was something about this woman...

The next thing he knew was that he was picking her up and yelling to get a healer. She fell apart, her skin was cold and her breathing soft. He runned through the corridors, the guards looking after him.

Once he placed the woman to the bed, he felt the need to stay near her. When the healer arrived, he stood to the corner and his icy eyes were wondering back to her face, again and again. She was beautiful. She looks like a fairy, he thought.

Then, one of his father’s guards stepped in, nodding at him to go with him. Thranduil quickly looked at the woman. Her cheeks had a slight blush, and a slight warm feeling warmed him inside.

Once he stepped to the throne room, he knew there was something wrong. His father was turned by his back to him and all the guards left. It was only Thranduil and Oropher. Not like a prince and a king. Like a father and a son.

There was a moment of silence. Oropher was more temperament than Thranduil, and so he couldn’t hide his emotions the way Thranduil could. The young prince sensed a bit of anger and surprise in the air, his father was surely trying to hold his emotions back from bursting out. He was maybe waiting for Thranduil to say something, but he didn’t dared to say anything. No. Just not yet.

The king took a deep breath.

„I hope that you understand what you just did.“ Thranduil nodded, though Oropher couldn’t see him.

„You just woke up the whole castle, son. Why was that?“ Now was Thranduil a bit surprised. He thought the guards told his father what happened.

„There was a woman, Ada,“ Thranduil started carefully.

„She fell apart, so I took her inside. She had no weapons and she was weak.“ Oropher turned to him and studied his son for a while.

„Was she a human?“ Thranduil opened his mouth to answer, when a soud of knock on the door appeared in the throne room.

„Come in,“ Oropher said. A guard and healer came in.

„My king,“ Both of them bowed. The healer looked at Thranduil, nervous.

„The woman has woken up,“ She said. „she was asking for the man who helped her.“ Thranduil looked at Oropher, who seemed to be thinking about it.

„I will go with you, my son.“ He said.

When you woke up, you realized you were warm. You tried to move, but someone pushed you softly back.

„You need rest,“ You’ve overheard a voice. You frowned. This voice was too soft, it didn’t sounded much like human’s voice...

You opened your eyes and noticed a woman, who was folding some clothes. You noticed her ears, with sharp ends, soft long hair and delicate movements while folding the clothes. Your mind was hazy, but it wasn’t like back in the forest. This was a haziness from medication. You closed your eyes and drifted back to sleep.

In a while, you woke up again, from a nightmare this time. The woman was looking at you, concerned.

„Please, I need him, I need to-that blonde man, blue eyes, I-“ You tried to catch your breath and calm down. She handed you a glass with some liquid, smelling like herbs.

„Drink this, this will help you to calm down,“ You were carefully sipping it. It tasted sweet, like honey. Soon, you closed your eyes to slumber, once again.

When Thranduil stepped in, he went closer, to take a look at her. He didn’t knew who this woman was, where did she came from and all of that, but he knew he wanted to stay close to her. To protect her.

She seemed to be asleep. She looked calm and in peace. Thranduil looked for any injury, but didn’t found any. He noticed her ears though – they had a sharp edges, her skin was soft and delicate, her hair seemed to be soft too. She’s an elf, he thought.

Oropher looked down at her, too. He raised a brow.

„So a human woman, you said?“

„I probably didn’t noticed. It was dark.“

You started waking up from your slumber, hearing two male voices. One of them said something like ‚Leave us alone,‘.

You blinked your eyes, trying to recognize his face. He leaned a bit forward, carefully. You could tell he was ready to pull away, but there was also something gentle about his moves.

„Where-where am I?“ You whispered. Your whole body was aching, your ears were itchy for some reason, and you wanted to eat something.

„In Mirkwood palace...my lady,“ He said, carefully picking words.

„Oh, I’m Y/N, there’s no need to call me a lady,“ You said, blinking as your vision cleared. You gasped. He was beautiful. His long blonde hair, blue eyes, delicate features...

„Are you alright, lady Y/N? Should I call for the healer?“ He asked. You looked away and blushed.

„Uh, no, just...would you help me to sit up? Please?“ His arm slid on your back and helped you to sit up. You felt sudden cold on your skin and covered yourself more with the blanket. You looked down. You were in your underwear, and your cheeks burned red. You looked up and realized he did the same.

„I, uhm...who are you?“ You asked. He looked firmly to your eyes, not sliding down.

„I’m Thranduil, the prince of Mirkwood,“ He kissed your hand. You felt a warm feeling inside of your body. Little did you knew he felt the same thing.

A few strands of your hair slided down to your face and you quickly placed them behind your ear. Wait, you frowned. You touched your ear again. It was pointy. You shook your head.

„No...no, this cannot...this can’t be...“ Thranduil looked at you, concerned.

„Would you hand me a mirror, please?“ You asked. He handed you a small mirror and you looked into it. Your jaw fell down.

You were an elf.

You looked closely at your skin, soft, perfect skin, soft lips, delicate features, shiny hair and pointy ears. You looked up on Thranduil.

„I-I’m an elf? What happened?“ Now it was him who was confused. „What else should you be, my lady?“ You looked back at yourself. Your face looked familiar, but strange at the same time.

„What if we would take a walk, and explain to each other what happened? I’m sure that fresh air and some food will make you feel better,“ He offered. You slowly nodded and nervously smiled.

„Oh, I would like that very much,“ Thranduil nodded and placed the mirror on it’s place.

„Would you like to rest, or to go right now, lady Y/N?“ He asked, blue eyes questioning. Though you were still in shock, you nodded. If there will be some food and fresh air, it could actually only help you.

„I would like to go now, thank you. I need to put on some clothes, though,“ You said and the prince handed you a few folded pieces of clothing.

„I will wait outside, my lady,“ He said and left you alone. Once he was outside, he let out a breath. He never felt like this towards a woman. What was that warm feeling spreading inside, whenever she smiled? Oh, her beautiful name, Y/N. That sounded like a name of a fairy! Wait...he frowned...was this...how does love feels like? He didn’t knew what to do. He won’t go to his father, because he knew him way too well, and he would say something like „Oh, my boy has grown up!“ And celebrate it as his own personal accomplishment.

Making it more awkward than it was supposed to be, as always.

You looked through the clothes, finding a two long shirts, trousers, a dress and another dress. One of them were simple dark green, the other dress were in lavander colour, tiny golden leaves embroidered around the waist and little silver stars and golden moon crescents around the edges of elbow-length sleeves. You decided to put on these.

You found a brush here and brushed your hair quickly. Then you carefully opened the door, revealing yourself to the prince. Your cheeks were dusted by rosy blush, as his eyes widened at the sight of you. In his eyes, you were stunning.

Since then, after you told the prince and the king what happened to you, they let you to stay, since you didn’t knew where else to go. You and Thranduil got closer over time, sharing the same favourite places around the palace and in the garden.

One day, you’ve been sitting in the garned, under your favourite tree. You were reading a book, while Thranduil was pacing around, clearly nervous about something. You softly smiled.

„What’s bothering you, mellon?“ He looked at you and quickly looked away. You frowned, closed your book and stood up. They would teach you elvish customs and all of that you didn’t knew, Elvish too.

„Mellon,“ you looked deep to his icy blue eyes and felt familiar butterflies in your stomach. He sighed.

„Amin mella le, melamin,“ He whispered with serious expression, one of his hands softly cupping your cheek. You smiled.

„You know I don’t speak that well Elvish. What does it mean?“ He took a deep breath.

„I love you,“ He said. He was about to go away, but you gently took his hand.

„Amin mella le, melamin.“ You tried to repeat. He turned to you, surprised. You just nodded, nervous, with a smile. A smile appeared on his face, too.

„Will you allow me to court you then, Y/N?“ You nodded and you both sat back to the grass, Thranduil carefully braiding your hair. You did the same, though it wasn’t an elvish courting braid at all, but a braid it was.

Now, you had to tell Oropher, somehow. Thranduil was more reserved to people he didn’t knew, Oropher was more temperament. Sometimes you overheard their arguments, which could get loud.

You were sitting at the dinner, Thranduil trying to figure out how to approach the subject, when Oropher noticed his hair.

„My son...so you and lady Y/N are finally courting?“ You and Thranduil choked on your meal.

„Well, yes father, we are,“ Thranduil said. Oropher smiled. The alcohol from wine he was drinking was kicking in.

„About time, my son. I’ve seen you looking at her ever since you’ve been showing her around. Let me arrange your wedding,“ He said and sipped on his wine again.

„We don’t want to rush anything,“ You said carefully, placing your hand on Thranduil’s to help him relax a bit.

“Well, don’t show Uncle. He doesn’t trust magic or magical things.”

Y/N froze. After a moment, she started walking back toward the camp.

“Uh, is that right?” she said, chuckling nervously. “Good thing I didn’t have mine on me when I got here,” she added under her breath.

“Excuse me, what did you just say?” Fíli said, rushing to catch up to her.

“Nothing!” Y/N answered, too quickly.

“No, you said… something. You’d better tell me now before we get close enough for Uncle to overhear.”

Y/N rewrapped the book and stuffed it in the pocket of her borrowed jacket. She sighed and turned to him.

“I’m a witch. My spellbook, or book of shadows, was not on me when I… was sent here,” Y/N explained.

“You said there is no magic in your realm!” Fíli said accusingly.

“For most people, there isn’t! And there’s no magic like… elves and dragons and shit. I mostly just use herbs and crystals for small spells, and—“

“Okay, okay. Just—“ He sighed—“Just don’t tell Uncle.”

“Yeah, definitely not.”

The next few nights saw Y/N sitting far from the fire, looking through the old witch’s spellbook. A lot of the spells were common ones that she used in her daily life for years. Others were more creative, obviously inventions of the bright witch who had owned the book. She was diligent, noting which spells had been effective and which needed improvement. Y/N was itching to try out a few of the spells herself, but suddenly, Thorin was always near her. Finally, she had enough of it. She caught Fíli on his way to go look for firewood.

“Hey, Fí,” she said sweetly.

Fíli looked at her warily. He knew that look.

“What?” he said.

“Nothing. I was just wondering… how are you?”

“Just spit it out, Y/N/N. What do you want?”

“Will you do me a huge favor?”

Fíli looked at her expectantly.

“Will you sit with me for like ten minutes and just keep a look out for your uncle? There’s some spells I’ve been dying to try out and your uncle always seems to be around nowadays. I don’t know if I’ll get another chance.”

“Y/N, I’m supposed to be gathering firewood.”

“Yeah, so? There’s plenty around. Besides, if I practice some of these spells, they could turn out to be useful.”

“Oh, yeah? Give me an example.”

“Well, for example, the locator spell. When we get to the mountain, I could use it to… I don’t know, locate that big gem in the pile of gems and gold you all keep talking about?”

Fíli stopped walking. He turned around abruptly, and Y/N almost bumped into him. He pointed to a nearby rock.

“Sit there,” he said. “I will be within ten feet at all times. Practice.”

Y/N grinned at him. “Okay.”

She sat on the rock and opened the spellbook in front of her. She took a map of the area out of her pack and took off her pendant necklace.

“What are we looking for?” she muttered to herself. “Well, Fíli’s looking for firewood, maybe we can find… a bunny or something. Okay. Well, last time I saw a bunny was two days ago. Are there any in this area though? Hm…”

Fíli looked over at her. He chuckled and picked up another log. She was a strange one, but he figured she thought the same about him and the rest of the dwarves. He glanced over at her again. She seemed fairly normal, for a witch. Granted, he had never actually met a witch before, but he had heard stories. She was rather attractive, too. For a human, that is. She gasped, drawing him out of his thoughts.

“Fíli look!” she hissed.

She was off of the rock and looking into the trunk of a tree. He groaned.

“You didn’t find another witch’s book, did you?”

“Shh! Look. You’ve got to catch them,” she whispered.

She pointed into the trunk. When Fíli looked inside, he saw a couple of rabbits sleeping peacefully. He grinned.

Thorin stood and made his way over to them as soon as they showed up back at camp.

“What took so long?” he demanded.

“Y/N found us dinner,” Fíli said, still grinning.

Thorin took a closer look at Y/N. She pulled two dead rabbits out of her pack.

“She found them? How?” Thorin said.

“Well, I was just snooping around. Fíli’s the one that killed them.”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t have even known they were there if it weren’t for you—”

Y/N elbowed him, nearly knocking him over.

“If it weren’t for your uncanny ability to find things,” Fíli finished, glaring at her. “Uncle, I think she’ll be useful once we finally take back the mountain.”