#melethril

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, ETC

Pairings: Hobbit X OFC; Thranduil X OFC; Fili X OFC; LOTR X OFC

A/N: Since Tumblr is Broke you’ll have to go to my master-list to find all the other parts.

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My eyes open and i look around to see the familiar sight of my balcony back home in Eregion. The pain of being stabbed was gone and my long auburn hair was back flowing from my head like fire. “Melethril?” I hear a familiar voice call out and I smile as I turn to see my father standing a few feet behind me his arms open to me.

“Ada!” I cry out tears in my eyes as I run into his arms. “I missed you so much!”

“And I you,”

“It is good to be in your arms once again.” I say as I hold tightly to him not wanting to let him go.

“Melethril I hate to bring this up but you have a choice to make here.” He says as he slowly pulls away from me until he is at arm’s length.

“What do you mean?” I ask curiosity full in my voice.  He takes my arm before he leads me over to my balcony and points down to the ground. I follow his finger to see myself lying lifeless on the ground below with Thorin and the rest of the company save for Fili and Kili, surrounding me tears in their eyes. Thorin was cradling my head in his arms tears falling from his eyes down onto my cold cheeks.

“Why are you showing me this?” I ask as my heart clenches.

“Like I said, you have a choice to make.”

“I don’t understand?”

“You have to choose my dear daughter, to leave things the way they are and pass into history along with me; or to return to those who also love you dearly.”

 As he finishes his sentence he points back down and I follow his gaze and suddenly see Fili along with his brother, Tauriel, and Thranduil along with Frieda come into view. They were happy about their new found victory. My heart clenches as I see Fili start to walk toward my lifeless body but Dwalin stops him.

“Dwalin what are you doing? Let me pass.” Fili says a smile on his face and I lean forward and place my hands tightly upon the railing of my balcony. 

“You don’t need to see this laddie.” Dwalin says and I bite my lip to keep from crying.

“What are you talking about Dwalin? Let me pass.” Fili says his smile fading as his look turns to one of concern.

“I’m afraid I can’t laddie.” Dwalin says as Balin walks over to stand beside his brother as he says, “He’s right Fili,” Suddenly panic fills Fili’s face as he starts to realize why they were keeping him away.

“No…” He cries as he slowly starts to stumble backwards until he backs into his brother. I glance over to see Thranduil’s face blanche as he holds tightly to the little girl in his arms who is now trying to get free from him to run to my side. 

“Randir!” I hear her cry out and my heart breaks.

“Hush little one,” Thranduil says as he turns her head into his chest. Tears pour from her eyes as she turns to cling to his neck. Then it suddenly hits me, “Where is Mahrie?” I ask my father and his face turns sad as he says, “She did not make it. She died so that her daughter may live.”

My eyes widen as I cry out, “No, No, no, It wasn’t supposed to end like this! I was supposed to die not her! Take my life and give her her’s back!”

“Randir,” I hear a familiar voice say and I turn to see Mahrie standing a few feet away from my father.

“Mahrie, you should be with your daughter. If I have a choice to live or die take my choice and choose life so that you can be with your daughter again.” I say as I run over to her side.

“I’m afraid it does not work that way my lady. I have lived a full life. I had a great love and out of that love came Frieda but she needs someone who can protect her and love her more than I ever could. When my husband died a piece of me went with him. I could no longer give her the love and attention she needed, what you gave her when you rescued her from the fire.”

“But you are her mother, she loves you not matter what.”

“I know she does but only you can give her the love that died in me. I am not telling you to choose life but if you do will you please give all the love to my child that I never could?”

I glance back at my father and tears fill my eyes as I say, “Why do only I get a choice?”

“Because we want you to have one.” He says and suddenly my mother appears between him and Mahrie. Her long milky hair waving down her back like cream.

“Nana?” I say as I feel my heart lift in my chest.

“Hello my child,” She says as she slowly walks over and wraps her arms around me. I clench tightly to her as I take in her heavenly smell. “Melethril, the three of us want you to return to the land of the living so that you may finally live in happiness. You my child have witnessed such hardship and pain it is time that you got the happiness you deserve.”

“Even if it is with a dwarf.” I hear my father smugly say and I chuckle.

“Come now dear, we can’t choose who our hearts want. I fully support their relationship. It’s high time the two races mixed.” I feel my face flush at my mother’s words and I gently pull away from her as I say, “Nana!” She lets out a melodious laugh before she walks me back over to the balcony and looks down making me follow her gaze.

I now see Fili bent over my dead body his hands clutching tightly to my hands as they lay on my chest. “Please come back to me!” He cries out and I feel my heart break.

“Melethril, like your father and Mahrie said the choice is completely up to you; however I believe you made that young man a promise; and the descendants of Fëanor always keep their promises.” She says and I feel tears fill my eyes as I wrap my arms around her and say, “I love you and one day we will meet again; but I wish to return to Fili. He needs me and I need him.”

A bright smile covers her rosy lips as she leads me back over to Mahrie and my father before she says, “Then take this gift we give you and return to those who love you most my child.” 

My mother takes one of my hands while Mahrie takes the other, and my father smiles brightly at me as he gently places a hand on my head. “Fare the well my child and shall we meet again.” He says and I suddenly start to feel my body heat up under their touch. “Gods relieve my child’s pain and allow her to return to the land of the living so that she may live a long and prosperous life.”

All I felt next was a pulsing reverberate throughout my body making me close my eyes and the next time I opened them I was staring face to face with a shocked Fili. 

“Randir?” He says,  unbelieving in his voice. I give him a bright smile as I brace myself up on my elbow and using my free hand reach up and grip tightly to his shirt as I pull him down until his lips crash upon mine. It took him a minute to comprehend what was happening but when he did I felt him kiss me back as his arms wrap tightly around me.

I suddenly hear loud cries of happiness sound around me and I pull away from him to give the rest of my friends a happy smile. Fili smiles as he quickly helps me to my feet. As he does something catches my eye and I feel tears threaten to fill my eyes. My hair was long again, cascading down my back once again. I reach up to find the place Fili had braided and I let out a giggle as I realize that it hadn’t grown back. It still remained as I reminder of what I had been through.

“I guess I have more hair to braid now.” Fili says and I let out a melodious laugh before I am quickly surrounded by my dwarven friends as they altogether engulf me in a giant bear hug. 

“Randír!” I hear Frieda call out and I quickly and politely pull myself from my dwarven friends and run over to her and Thranduil. If it had been any other day I would have just waited for Thranduil to let Frieda down but not this day. I quickly engulfed both of them in a giant hug. I hear roars of laughter behind me and I could only assume they were laughing at Thranduil’s expression.

I slowly pull away and I bite my lip to keep from laughing at Thranduil’s shocked expression. Frieda, taking advantage of his current state quickly climbs from his arms to mine. “I will protect and love you for the rest of my life, young Frieda.” I say as she wraps her arms tightly around my neck.

“I love you Randír,” She says as happy tears fall from her eyes.

“And I love you too.” I say as I give her a quick squeeze. I open my eyes to see that now Thranduil’s expression has changed from shocked to happy and I smile.

“Nae saian luume', Mellonamin.” (It has been too long, My friend.) He says and I gently reach out and touch his cheek as I say, “I have missed you.” Suddenly I feel Frieda pull away from me and hold her arms out to Thranduil who smiles as he takes her from me.

“I’m going to have a hard time keeping the two of you apart now aren’t i?” 

“I’m going to marry him someday.” Frieda says a smile filling her lips causing  Thranduil’s face suddenly flushes and I let out a chuckle.

“Oh are you now?” I slowly turn back to Thranduil and I smirk as I say; “Well now you definitely can’t keep being a hermit.” He shakes his head as he turns to Frieda and says, “I am far too much your senior young Frieda but I will be here for you if you should ever have need of me.” I smile as I turn back to see Fili staring at me with love in his eyes. I turn back to Thranduil and smile as I say, “Excuse me please.” Thranduil gives me a slight bow before he goes back to arguing with Frieda about someday marrying her.

I slowly walk over to Fili and when I reach him I say, “Did you ever have any doubt that I would come back to you?”

He raises an eyebrow as he reaches forward and gently takes my hands in his before he says, “You gave me quite a scare for a moment; but I knew you wouldn’t leave me amrâlimê.” As he called me his love I feel my body start to tremble in excitement. 

“I made you a promise, did I not?” I say before I gently place my lips upon his awaiting ones. I silently send a thank you to my Father, mother, and Mahrie as I finally feel like I belong. I belonged here in this moment with this man and my old and newfound family.

Suddenly someone clears their throat and I pull away from Fili to see Thorin staring at me his expression unreadable. “I see you didn’t die, Melethril.” He says my name a tear fills my eye as I bow to him. 

“I couldn’t, It was my king’s command.” I watch as a bright smile covers his lips as he says, “I see we should be preparing not only a victory celebration but a wedding as well, two weddings at that.” I slowly turn to see Tauriel and Kili off in their own little world and smile brightly. I quickly devise a plan and I harden my face as I clear my throat making them all turn toward me, their happy expressions now turned to worry.

“I will only marry Fili under two conditions.” I say as I fold my arms over my chest. They all stare at me for a moment before Dwalin says, “What be your conditions lass?”

“The first one is that Fili has to properly ask me to marry him and the second,” I pause briefly as I let the happiness return to my face before I say, “Is that Thorin himself will give me away.” I watch as all the heads slowly turn to Thorin who is staring at me his face unreadable as he says, “Those are your conditions?”

“Yes they are, and if neither or only one of them is met I will not marry your nephew.”

“Randír?!” I hear Fili say shocked but Thorin smiles as he says, “Then I guess everything lies on Fili; because I would be honored to give you away.” I smile before I turn to Fili and say, “I guess it’s on you now melamin.” He smirks as he leans up to whisper in my ear. I chuckle as listen to his words before I gently nod my head. He smiles brightly as he cups my face and brings his lips to mine releasing a wave of passion throughout my body as cries of happiness sound around us. After all these years I had finally found my home and I couldn’t have been happier.

-Epilogue-

“Mom! Frieda sneaked off to see her Elvish lover again!” I hear my son Calar call out as he runs into the forge along with his twin brother Nalar. It had been Fili’s idea to name the boys and I couldn’t help but laugh at how closely they matched him and Kili. Calar was the older of our sons his raven hair cascaded down his back in waves as his face had raven stubble. His eyes matched mine like little emeralds. Calar had definitely inherited more of the Elvish gene then his younger brother Nalar; towering over me like a mountain.

Nalar however took after his father in almost every way. His long golden locks waved down his back like wheat swaying in the wind along with his blonde stubble. His icy eyes had little speck of green in them just like his father; and to his disappointment Nalar had inherited his father’s height making him just a few inches shorter than myself. If you didn’t know better you wouldn’t have believed them to be related at all. 

“Didn’t you hear me mom? I said Frieda ran off to Uncle Thranduil’s to see her ‘Elf’!” Calar yells out again only this time saying Elf like it’s some kind of curse word making me stop in my tracks and slowly turn toward him eyes wild with anger.

“Excuse me?” I say and he instantly regrets his words.

“Uh I didn’t-” He stutters out and I raise an eyebrow. 

“Calar son of Fili, you have been spending too much time with your great uncle. May I remind you that you are in fact half Elf.” I loved Thorin but he still hadn’t warmed to the idea of being chummy with my kin. His emerald eyes suddenly look down in shame and I smile as I say, “Frieda will be fine, I will send word to Thranduil and he will take good care of your sister.”

 My mind returns to the day Frieda had said she was going to marry Thranduil, I chuckle as I think about how she was still to this day dead set on marrying him.

“I told you Cal!” Nalar says and I turn to him and say, “Nalar, how is that young maiden you’ve been courting?” His face suddenly turns bright red and I smile as he says, “Um she’s doing well, uh, I’m gonna yeah, I’m gonna go find uncle.” I watch as he quickly runs out of the room making me burst out in laughter.

“Nana, will I ever find someone to love?” I hear Calar say halfheartedly and my laughter instantly fades. I slowly walk over and wrap my arms around my older son as I say, “Be patient, you have many years ahead of you. I didn’t find your father for centuries after I was born. I have faith that if you be patient you will find your love.” He smiles as he leans down and wraps his arms around me and says, “I love you nana.”

“And I love you my son.” He pulls away and giving me a half smile I watch as he bounds off after his father. Dam him for being so much like me. It definitely made raising him hard but I was in it for the long haul.

Suddenly the door opens again and I smile as I see a familiar face walking towards me. “I sure am getting a lot of company today,” I say as Fili reaches me and takes my hands in his. 

“I could not go another minute without seeing your face amrâlimê.” I smile as I lean down to kiss his lips. As his lips mine I feel a familiar passion fill my body making me moan into his lips.

“I think it’s time for a break.” He says as he pulls away almost breathless.

I nod against his head as I say, “Lock the door and I’m yours.” He smiles as he hungrily places his lips against mine making me go weak in the knees. “On second thought screw the doors,” I whisper hoarsely as I let him take me right there on the floor of my own personal forge just like when we were newlyweds.  

“Nana I forgot-Oh Malar never mind!” Calar cries out as he quickly regrets just barging into my forge and turns around and practically runs out of the room. I smile down into Fili’s lips as I once again thank Valar for giving him to me.

“Is there anything else I can give to you amrâlimê?” He asks as we lay side by side on the floor of my forge only his large fur coat covering our bodies. I pull my head up from his chest and looking deeply into his eyes say, “A little girl,” He smiles softly as he says, “At your service my dear.”

Melethril means Lover (fem.) in Sindarin, which is an Elvish language

Due to it being taken, I added -le

Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Abuse, Sexual content, ETC

Pairings: Hobbit X OFC; LOTR X OFC: Thranduil x OFC; Fili X OFC

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Prologue 

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I had become a type of amusement for my captors. Every night I was raped by a different man. This went on for weeks until they made a mistake. One tiny mistake thinking I had just given up. They were sadly mistaken. When night fell I slaughtered every last one of them, taking their swords and horses, and leaving their dead carcasses for the Wargs.

I rode back to where they had found me and found nothing of my father’s body. That made me happy and sad all at the same time. I hoped and prayed that the elves had taken him back with them. I rode like the wind toward Amon Lanc. It took me months to reach the capitol city, home to Oropher and Thranduil.

As I stared at the great gates of the woodland realm I felt a smile cross my face. I had lost my father but hopefully I hadn’t lost Thranduil. I climbed off the horse I had stolen from my captors and tying it to a nearby tree I pull the hood of my cloak over my head. I wanted to keep my hair a secret until I was able to speak to my friend. When I reach the door I look around to see that the elves were jubilant and celebrating.

I slowly walk over to a nearby elf and say, “What is going on?” The elf raises an eyebrow at my appearance before saying, “The Prince Thranduil is getting married today.” I gulp down a breath of air as I feel my heart clench. I give the elf a polite nod as I slowly make my way through the huge crowd celebrating their prince’s recent nuptials. I reach a close enough spot and looking forward see my friend Thranduil standing there a smile on his face as he stares at his new wife.

She was beautiful; her long blonde hair cascaded down her back like silk. I felt tears fill my eyes as I realize that even if I had made it sooner I wouldn’t have been his wife. I was tainted now, sullied by the desires of mortal men. With one last look at him I silently wish him happiness before I turn around and head out of the front gates not even glancing back toward them. I quickly climb back onto my horses back and without a second glance ride far away from the woodland realm.

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I was no longer the beautiful enchanting daughter of one of the last descendants of Fëanor. I was Randír, roughly translated to the Wanderer. I could never be Melethril ever again. For centuries I lived off the land. I stayed away from people both mortal and non. As the years passed people began to fear me; saying a mysterious hooded being, preyed on bandits, goblins, Trolls, and Orcs; and killing them mercilessly. I avoided people as much as I could until one day a wizard wondered onto my path.

I watch him like a hawk as I hide in my perch like a bird. “Mae Govannen Hiril Vuin Melethril.”

I hear him say and I narrow my eyes before jumping down and saying, “That is not my name Mithrandir.”

He smiles as he turns to me and says, “But it was once, a long time ago.”

“What brings you to my neck of the woods?” I ask as I gently place my hand on the hilt of my elven sword, Ithildin.

The wizard smirks as he says, “I have need of your expertise,”

I raise an eyebrow as I say, “With?”

He reaches into his grey cloak and pulls out a map. Holding it out to me he says, “If you are willing, meet me on the location marked the day after tomorrow.”

I eye the map and a smirk fills my face as I say, “The Shire? What sort of adventure is this?”

“An unexpected one.” He says before turning and walking away. “Oh and the person you must seek out is Bilbo Baggins.” I nod before I turn back to his map. What type of adventure did he have in mind and why did he want my help? Deciding since I had nothing better to do I follow the map and quickly make my way to Hobbiton.

When I arrived in the Shire it was dark and I groan in annoyance as I search for the hobbit Bilbo’s home. I was so busy looking around that I didn’t notice a dwarf walking in my direction also mot paying attention. WHAM!

“AH!” I cry out as fall back onto my back. “You should watch where you’re going!” I hear the dwarf say and I raise an eyebrow as I say, “You are one to talk, you ran into me as well!” He lets out a sigh as he holds his hand out for me to take. Letting out a sigh I reach up and taking his hand let him pull me to my feet. He was tall for a dwarf and his long raven hair had tints of grey in it.

“You are much taller than any Hobbit I’ve ever met.” He says and I sigh as I say, “That’s because I’m not a Hobbit. They call me Randír, what may I ask is your name?”

He pauses for a moment before he says, “Thorin,”

I give him a polite smile as I say, “Are you familiar with this place because I am lost? I am trying to reach the home of Bilbo Baggins.”

He stares at me for a moment before he says, “I am also looking for the home of one Bilbo Baggins.”

“Shall we look for him together?” I ask as I dust the dirt of my backside. I watch as he stares at me for a moment before nodding. I silently think to myself that he is being a little strange but quickly put it to the back of my mind as we walk along.

“I take it Gandalf sought you out for this quest?” He asks after a few moments and I nod as I reply, “I do not know the details, only that he needs my skills; and I have nothing better to do.” I watch as he stares ahead until we come to the last home on the hill. I look at the door and seeing the mark say, “I guess this is it.”

“Indeed it is,” He says and I watch as he walks forward and knocks on the door. A few minutes later I watch as the small round door slowly opens to reveal a young male hobbit standing in the doorway.  “Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. We wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.” Thorin says as the two of us walk through the door.

“Mark? There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!” Bilbo says and I raise my eyebrow as I stare at all the dwarves sitting in the next room.

“There is a mark; I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield; and our guide, Randír.”

“So, this is the Hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Thorin asks and I stand back watching them.

“Pardon me?” Biblo asks his face turning confused.

“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?” Thorin asks as he stares at the young hobbit.

“Well, I have some skill at Conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that’s relevant.” Bilbo says and I sigh as Thorin says, “Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” The dwarves all laugh, and they walk back to the dining table. I keep Gandalf in the main hall as I say, “Burglar? Why do you need a burglar?”

The grey wizard smirks as he says, “You shall see, but first would you like some food?” I raise an eyebrow but sigh as I say, “Sure.”

As Thorin and I eat, the rest of the dwarves talk to him. I sit quietly my ears hidden beneath my hair as I survey the room. There was a total of thirteen dwarves in all. They sure were a loud bunch. It had been centuries since I had been this close to dwarves. My father had been very close with the dwarven blacksmiths of Khazad-dûm before his death, I was definitely not unused to dwarves but it was definitely a reawakening.

As I look around at all the dwarves I find my attention lingers upon one of the younger dwarves. His hair and beard was a golden color which was strange for a dwarf. They usually had black, red, or brown hair; but I had never seen a blonde one. I couldn’t help but stare at him in curiousness. Before he is able to catch me staring I look back down at my plate and suddenly a faint memory of the last time I had eaten a meal with others fills my mind and I find that I am no longer hungry. Sliding my plate away I fight the urge to throw my dinner back up.

As the dwarves talk amongst themselves I stand up and slowly walk out of the small clustered room. I needed air. I look around and suddenly feel like the walls are closing in on me. I am about to walk outside when I hear one of the dwarves say to Bilbo, “And are you?”

Bilbo stares at him confused for a moment before he says, “Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert! Hey, hey!” Another of the dwarves says causing the others to laugh. I take a deep breath as I try to calm my nerves as they continue their conversations.

“M-Me? No, no, no, no, no. I’m not a burglar; I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.” He says and I nod in agreement. He lived far too nicely to have ever even left his home.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He’s hardly burglar material.” Balin says as Bilbo nods in agreement.

“Aye, the wild is no place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.” Dwalin says and Bilbo continues nodding in agreement; Causing the dwarves to begin arguing. Gandalf, growing angry, rises to his full height and casts darkness over the group as starts speaking in his “powerful” voice. The others stop in awe. I rub my forehead in annoyance as I contemplate telling Gandalf to find someone else to help him.

“Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is.” Gandalf says as he goes back to his normal self. “Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of hobbit is all but unknown to him, which gives us a distinct advantage. You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company, and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There’s a lot more to him than appearances suggest, and he’s got a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including himself. You must trust me on this.”

“Very well. We will do it your way.” Thorin says and I watch as Bilbo says, “No, no, no.”

“Give him the contract.” Thorin says as he sits back down at the table.

“Please.” Bilbo says clearly not wanting any part of what they were planning.

Balin hands Bilbo a long contract as he says, “It’s just the usual summary of out of pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth.”

“Funeral arrangements?” Bilbo says curiously. As Bilbo steps back a few feet to read the contract, Thorin leans toward Gandalf and whispers to him. “I cannot guarantee his safety.”

“Understood.”

“Nor will I be responsible for his fate.”

“Agreed.”

Bilbo reads parts of the contract out loud, “Terms: Cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth of total profit, if any. Seems fair. Eh, Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence thereof including but not limited to lacerations ... evisceration … incineration?”

“Oh, aye, he’ll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.” Bofur says and I face palm. Bilbo looks a little breathless, “Huh.”

“You all right, laddie?” Balin asks and I watch Bilbo carefully as he bends over, nauseous and pained as he says, “Uh, yeah...Feel a bit faint.”

“Think furnace with wings.” Bofur says and I roll my eyes as I say, “That’s enough,”

“Air, I need air.” Bilbo says as he starts fanning his face.

“Flash of light, searing pain, then Poof! You’re nothing more than a pile of ash.” Bofur says and I am about to yell at him when Bilbo breathes heavily, trying to compose himself as the others stare at him. “Hmmm. Nope.” He says as he falls toward the floor in a faint. Before he reaches the floor I reach out and grab him.

“Ah, very helpful, Bofur.” Gandalf says as I carry Bilbo over to his chair. After I set him down I turn back toward the dwarves and Gandalf and say, “So you are going to start a fight with a dragon? That sounds like a great plan.” I say the last part as sarcastic as I can.

“Randir, you only need help us navigate the fastest terrain. If you do not wish to go with us to the mountain then you need not follow us past the Greenwood.” Gandalf says and I sigh as I say, “I will lead you to the wood, when we reach it I will decide whether or not I continue on this quest with you.”

Gandalf nods and then a few moments later we are all standing in Bilbo’s living room as he sits in his chair holding a mug, and talking to Gandalf. “I’ll be all right, let me just sit quietly for a moment.” Bilbo says and I watch as Gandalf gets irritated and says, “You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me; when did doilies and your mother’s dishes become so important to you? I remember a young Hobbit who always was running off in search of elves and the woods, who’d stay out late, come home after dark, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies. A young Hobbit who would have liked nothing better than to find out what was beyond the borders of the Shire. The world is not in your books and maps; it’s out there.”

“I can’t just go running off into the blue. I am a Baggins, of Bag End.” Bilbo says and I stare at the dwarves surrounding him. They all had indifferent looks on their faces.

“You are also a Took. Did you know that your great-great-great-great uncle, Bullroarer Took, was so large he could ride a real horse?”

I follow Bilbo’s eyes to a photo of Bullroarer Took on Bilbo’s wall. “Yes.” Bilbo says and I force a smile.

“Well he could. In the Battle of Green Fields, he charged the goblin ranks. He swung his club so hard it knocked the Goblin King’s head clean off, and it sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit hole. And thus the battle was won, and the game of golf invented at the same time.”

“I do believe you made that up.” Bilbo says and I smile genuinely as Gandalf replies, “Well, all good stories deserve embellishment. You’ll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back.”

“Can you promise that I will come back?” Bilbo asks and my heart clenches for the young hobbit.

“No. And if you do, you will not be the same.” Gandalf says and I bite my lip to keep from remembering my past. I knew all too well the horrors of the night.

“That’s what I thought. Sorry, Gandalf, I can’t sign this. You’ve got the wrong Hobbit.” Bilbo walks away down the hall. Gandalf sighs.

Balin and Thorin see Bilbo walking away and Balin says, “It appears we have lost our burglar. Probably for the best. The odds were always against us. After all, what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkers, toymakers; hardly the stuff of legend.”

“There are a few warriors amongst us.” Thorin says and Balin sighs as he says, “Old warriors.”

“I will take each and every one of these dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills. For when I called upon them, they came. Loyalty. Honor. A willing heart. I can ask no more than that.” Thorin says and I smile at his courage.

“You don’t have to do this. You have a choice. You’ve done honorably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains, a life of peace and plenty; a life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor.” Balin says causing Thorin to hold out the key Gandalf gave him.

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

“Then we are with you, laddie. We will see it done.” The dwarves gather in Bilbo’s living room, smoking their pipes by the fire. They all begin humming, and soon Thorin begins to sing, and the others join him. Gandalf and I listen from nearby. Their deep voices start to lull me into a dream.

“Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To find our long forgotten gold

The pines were roaring on the height

The winds were moaning in the night

The fire was red, it flaming spread

The trees like torches blazed with light”

As the night lurches on I sit on the porch with sudden thoughts of my father and my home. “Do you miss Eregion?” I hear Gandalf say causing me to let out a heavy sigh.

“My father, I miss my father.”

“As you would,”

“I try to remember a time when we were happy; but all I seem to remember was him being tied to a banner with arrows piercing his body. I don’t sleep for fear I might dream about him.”

“He was a great man, his pride was his downfall.” I feel my stomach churn as I remember everything else that had happened to me. I subconsciously reach up and tug on a strand of my red hair. “It is a shame that the Lady Melethril decided to forgo her life and become a ranger.”

I sigh as I say, “I can never go back to being her. Too much has happened. I am no longer worthy of being an elf.”

“Rubbish!” Gandalf says and I smirk as I pull a dagger out of my boot and twirl it in my hand.

“I found this on the battlefield of Dagorlad, It is an Elvish dagger made by my father for the Elven King Oropher. I meant to return it to Thranduil but as the centuries passed on I couldn’t force myself to return it to him. Even if it belonged to his father it was made by mine, just like Ithildin.” I gently run my finger across the hilt of my father’s sword. “I keep these things to remind me of what I lost, what was taken from me.”

“Perhaps one day you will find yourself before Thranduil again.” Gandalf says and I smirk as I say, “Yeah that’s not gonna happen.” With one last twirl I slip my dagger back into my boot and let out a heavy sigh.

“You should get some rest, we have a long journey ahead of us.” He says and I suddenly feel a cold air blow past me cooling me all the way to my bones. I give him a nod as I stand and walking over to the door use it to climb on top of the little hole in the ground and sprawl out on the grassy roof. “What are you doing? I meant for you to sleep inside.”

Rolling over I raise an eyebrow and say, “With all those men? No I think I’ll take my chances out here. Good night Mithrandir.”

“Good night My Lady,” He says before he walks back inside. When I hear the silent creak of the door closing I let out a heavy sigh, “I wish he wouldn’t call me that, it just brings back bad memories.” That night I didn’t get much sleep at all for every time I closed my eyes I saw my father’s mangled body.

Warnings: Fighting, arguments, ETC

Pairings: LOTR X OFC ; HOBBIT X OFC ; Thranduil X OFC ; Fili X OFC

Parts: 

Prologue

Part 1 - An Unexpected Journey

Part 2 - The Beginning

Part 3 - Trolls

Part 4 - Rivendell

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A couple days pass and I could tell the elves were getting tired of the dwarves. One night, the Dwarves are having a late night party in our quarters. They roast sausages over a fire made by burning the Elvish furniture. Bofur, seeing a heavy Bombur sitting on a bench and eating a large bowl of food, looks at his sausage thoughtfully. “Bombur!” Bofur calls to his brother and as Bombur looks up, Bofur throws him the sausage. Bombur catches it; the weight of the sausage is just too much for the bench, and the bench breaks; Bombur, shrieking, falls to the floor, along with all his food. The dwarves laugh uproariously.

I smile as I follow Bilbo up the stairs to look out over Rivendell, when I hear Gandalf say, “Of course I was going to tell you I was waiting for a chance. I think you can trust that I know what I’m doing.” I follow his voice and see him and Elrond walk up a flight of stairs toward a pavilion.

“Do you? That dragon has slept for sixty years. What would you happen should your plan fail? If you wake the beast-”

“But if we succeed? If the dwarves take back the mountain, our defenses in the east will be strengthened.”

“It is a dangerous move Gandalf,”

“It is also dangerous to do nothing, the throne of Erebor is Thorin’s birthright; what is he to fear?”

“Have you forgotten a strain of madness runs thick in that family; his grandfather lost his mind, his father succumbed to the same sickness? Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall? Gandalf these decisions do not fall to us alone, it is not up to you or me to redraw the map of Middle Earth.”

“With or without our help these dwarves will march on the mountain. They’re determined to reclaim their homeland. I do not feel that Thorin Oakenshield is answerable to anyone. Nor for that matter am I.”

By this time I realize that Thorin has joined Bilbo and me. I open my mouth to offer words of encouragement but find that none come. I watch him turn and walk away and I mentally kick myself. I follow after him and as we reach the rest of our group I hear him tell the rest that we leave in the morning without Gandalf. I walk over to my pallet and throwing myself down stare up into the night sky. I heave a heavy sigh as I slowly turn my head to the side to find Fili glancing over in my direction at the same time. As our eyes meet I give him a reassuring smile before I close my eyes and fall asleep.

The next morning I stand at the edge of the path next to Bilbo as we stare back at Rivendell. I had the sudden feeling that leaving without Gandalf was a bad idea but I quickly shake my head and pulling my hood up follow after the dwarves. “Be on your guard; we’re about to step over the edge of the Wild. Randír, you know these paths; lead on.” Thorin says and I nod as I quickly make my way to the front of the group.

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We hike through the wilderness of Middle Earth, over ranges, mountains, and plains. As we are crossing the Misty Mountains; the trail is narrow and dangerous, with a cliff on one side and a sheer drop on the other. There is a fierce storm in the air, with lightning and rain all around. “Hold on!” Thorin calls as we climb along. As Bilbo walks, the stone beneath his feet gives away, and he starts falling into the chasm; Dwalin manages to pull him back in time. “We must find shelter!”

“Watch out!” Dwalin yells out and we all look up to see a massive boulder hurtling through the air; it hits the mountainside above us, causing rocks to fall all around us as we press ourselves against the mountain. “This is no thunderstorm; it’s a thunder battle! Look!” Balin calls out as a stone giant rears up from a nearby mountain; it rips off a massive boulder from the top of the mountain. “Well bless me, the legends are true. Giants; Stone Giants!” Bofur says and I smile in amazement.

“Take cover: you’ll fall!” Thorin calls out causing Kili to say, “What’s happening?” The Giant throws the boulder far in the air;  suddenly another stone giant, appears from behind us, and is hit in the head. The dwarves yell at each other to brace and hold on, and the rocks beneath our feet begin to give way from all the vibrations and from the impact of the falling rocks. The ground between some of dwarves splits; part of the group is on one side, and part on the other.

“Kili! Grab my hand! Ki…” Fili cries out as he reaches for his brother. As the two stone giants fight with their fists, we hold on tight as we are flung around. One of the groups manages to jump to a different spot. A third stone giant appears, and it throws a boulder at the head of one of the first two. That one falls over; as the first group watches, it appears to us that the other group of dwarves has been smashed to bits. The hurt stone giant loses its footing and falls down the chasm. My heart drops and my eyes widen as I think the worst. “No! No! Kili!” Thorin yells as we rush over to the spot where the others appeared to have been crushed. I feel my heart relax as I see that they are safe.

“We’re all right! We’re alive!” Balin cries out as they all pull themselves to their feet. 

“Where’s Bilbo? Where’s the Hobbit?” Bofur cries out and my eyes instantly start look over the edge.

“There!” Ori cries out and Dwalin yells, “Get him!” I try to make my way over to him but I can’t maneuver my way through the dwarves. Bilbo is hanging onto the edge of the cliff with just his fingertips. Ori dives onto the ground and tries to grab Bilbo’s arm, but Bilbo slips and falls another few feet before he catches another handhold.

As the dwarves try to pull him up unsuccessfully, Thorin swings down on the cliff next to Bilbo and boost him up, where the others pull him to safety. Dwalin tries to lift Thorin back up too, but Thorin loses his grip and begins falling too; however, Dwalin, with much effort, is able to pull him back up. “I thought we’d lost our burglar.” Dwalin says catching his breath. “He’s been lost ever since he left home. He should never have come. He has no place amongst us. Dwalin!” Thorin says and I instantly feel sorry for Bilbo.

We trudge on until we find a cave. “It looks safe enough.” Dwalin says when we reach it. 

“Search to the back; caves in mountains are seldom unoccupied.” Thorin says and Dwalin searches the cave with a lantern. 

“There’s nothing here.” He replies as Gloin drops a bundle of wood on the floor, rubs his hands, and says, “Right then! Let’s get a fire started.” 

“No, No fires, not in this place. Get some sleep. We start at first light.” Thorin replies and I throw my pack onto the floor of the cave. “We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan.” Balin says and I glance out the corner of my eye at him and Thorin as he says, “Plans change. Bofur, take the first watch.”

Placing my hands on my hips I turn toward our leader and say, “Can I speak to you in private for a moment?” He stares at me for a moment before he nods and walks to the front of the cave with me close behind. “What did you want to say?” He asks and I take a deep breath before I say, “Why must you be so hard on Bilbo? He’s doing this for you so you all can go home, why must you be so mean?”  He stares at me for a moment not sure how to react before saying, “What business is it of yours?” I narrow my eyes as I say, “He’s my friend, just because he makes one mistake that was an accident does not give you the right to belittle him in front of the whole group.”

“You wouldn’t understand, you’re an Elf.” He says the word Elf like it is a word most foul and it hits my heart like a knife. I gulp down a breath of air to keep my anger down as I say, “You’re right I am an Elf, but at least I have more compassion for those around me than a selfish Dwarf.” I turn from him and walk back to the very back of the cave far away from him. My anger flowed through me and even when I tried to forget it, it would appear again.

I understand he is upset but to just focus his anger on Bilbo was childish. “Randir?” I hear a familiar voice say and turn to see Fili looking at me with concern. “Yes Fili?”

He points to my back and says, “Your shirt ripped.” I feel my anger disappear as a feeling of fear and worry replace it. I look behind me trying to see where the rip is but don’t find it. “Here,” he says as he walks up and gently touches my back making me freeze in place my face blanching. I feel the coarseness of his hand as it gently touches one of the many scars on my back. I intake a sharp breath and he instantly pulls his hand back thinking he had hurt me in some way.

“I have many scars, both visible and not.” I say as I pull my hood off my head so that it covers the newly ripped hole. As my hands fall back to my sides I feel his hand gently touch mine and I turn to see him giving me a reassuring smile as he says, “If you want, you can tell me about them.” 

I return his smile as I follow him over to where he had made himself a pallet and as I sit down beside him I tell him about my scars both visible and mental. Before I know it I have fallen asleep next to him, my head resting on his shoulder as he leans against the cave wall.