#she elf

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Another Elf! I used a pic of @milkgore for this simple sketch study🌸🌸 😍 she is too lovely!! .

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Things to Know:

Naneth=Mother

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It was soon nightfall when we arrived in the Shire. Though I had never been to or had met a hobbit in my travels, I had seen detailed sketches of where they had lived in my youth.

For a time as a young elfling, I had been a ward of Lord Elrond of Imladris, also know as Rivendell, in the common tongue.

I had fond memories of the lessons that Lord Elrond had taught me. Over time he had become very much like a father to me, in my time there and even after I had left his beautiful home and went back to my home of Greenwood I had always looked to him for council when I needed it.

Thinking back to those sketches, I gazed out from the thickened forest on the edge of the Shire and saw the little town of Hobbiton below us. It was just as the sketches showed. A long winding path with little round doors. At the bottom of the paths up the little hills criss-crossing each other was a little lake and what must have been the center of the town, for the most light was emanating from it.

“Over here!” I was jostled out of my thoughts as Fili’s voice reached my ears. Looking up I saw that Fili was pointing. To a few ponies and one horse.

“Some of the others must have arrived.” Kili said.

“Who?” I asked. Neither dwarf answered me.

“Let’s put ours over there!”

“What?” I asked. Still no answer. With a defeated sigh I followed them until I was stopped by Kili.

“My lady remember our brethren do not like elves. I suggest you put Fëanor over with the other horse.” Kili advised softly.

Still confused for I hadn’t heard anything about any brethren, I didn’t wish to argue. I pulled Fëanor up alongside a brown mare. Fëanor whinnied appreciatively and I chuckled. As I dismounted I patted the black horse on the neck. “Play nice Fëanor!” I said with a chuckle.

We hitched up our mounts on the outskirts of the town for I was told we were walking the rest of the way.

As I got ready to walk Fëanor grabbed a hold onto my tunic with his teeth and pulled back. I was surprised. He let out a whinny and pawed the ground. I quickly went to his side.

“Will you quiet him down!?” Fili hissed as he got off his own pony. I shot him a glare. Turning my attention back to Fëanor I stroked his face gently whispering to him in Elvish.

“Posto vae Fëanor. Abarad. Guren níniatha n’i lû n’i a-govenitham” {Rest well Fëanor. Until tomorrow. My heart shall weep until I see you again.}

After a few words in my mother tongue Fëanor was able to become still once more. He then seemed to notice the grass underneath his feet and lowered his head, clamping down on the blades before pulling up his meal, and proceeded  to munch away. I chuckled and gave him a final stroke before walking over to the two dwarves. We then began our trek into town.

We luckily didn’t pass any hobbits as we made our way down the paths. “Hopefully the wizard left the marker!” Kili muttered as we trudged onward.

I gazed around at the little houses as we walked. They were quite adorable. Each door had a different design or feature to it making it completely different from the rest. My Naneth had told me about the Shire when I was only a elfling. I never thought one day I’d actually  be here.

The tiny footpaths were well trodden and they were easy on my feet. Kili and Fili lead the way, Fili muttering to himself, swinging his head from side to side looking for apparently what he had said was to be “a marker” I followed behind silently.

“There!”

I looked up and saw Kili was pointing to a large green door. On the door I saw a small glowing rune on the green door. As we approached the rune glowed brighter.

“This must be it.” Fili said.

Kili nodded and rang the bell. “What did the wizard say the hobbit’s name was?”

“I don’t know-Baggins or-Biggens--” Fili started when the door opened.

Then appeared a small being with large feet. He had tousled curly brown hair and a large nose. He wore a multicolored robe.

“Fili” Fili said

“And Kili” Kili said.

Together in unison they bowed low before saying together “At your service!”

I stood behind them quietly.

Kili’s face broke out into a wide smile. “You must be Mister Boggins!”

Suddenly the hobbit jumped back. “Nope! You can’t come in, you’ve come to the wrong house!” The creature said before beginning to close the door.

Both dwarves let out confused grunts before Kili leapt forward stopping the hobbit from closing the door any further.

“What?” Kili asked incredulously before pushing the door open with such ease that the hobbit let out a wuff of breath as the door hit him. I winced slightly.

“Has is been canceled?” Kili asked and as he did so Fili stepped into the doorway before he glanced at his brother. “No one told us.” He said looking at his brother then back at the hobbit.

Poor Master Boggins or whatever the hobbits name was looked utterly confused. “Can-? No no nothings been canceled-.”

Before he could get another word out Kili smirked. “That’s a relief!” He said before pushing the door back and stepping inside followed by his brother and together they passed by the seemingly overwhelmed hobbit.

“Careful with these-I just had em sharpened.” Fili said before throwing his axe and sword at the hobbit who grunted underneath the sudden weight he carried.

I quietly stepped into the little hobbit hole. I was just able to get in without bumping my head on the ceiling. However that didn’t mean I didn’t have to lower my head.

The hobbit looked after my companions with a look of disbelief. He then turned to me and his eyes widened. I gave him a warm smile and bowed my head.

“Greetings Master Hobbit. My name is Isa. May I ask what your name is?” I ask setting my bow in the corner of the room out of the way.

The hobbit sputtered and he bowed his head in haste. “Um..my name is Bilbo Baggins.” He said.

Our conversation was broken by Kili tromping towards us once more as he looked around. “It’s nice-this place. Did you do it yourself?” He asked. He then raised a boot.

Bilbo began to answer as he looked at the weapons in his hand. I suddenly heard a loud scrape and saw Fili wiping his books on-

“That’s my mothers glory box can you please not do that!” But his words fell on deaf ears for the deed was already done.

Suddenly I heard a gruff voice.

“Kili Fili come--.” I looked up from the floor to see a bald dwarf come from around the corner. He wore a fur shoulder cloak and had a long mustache the fell into a long beard and a bulbous nose He looked up and our eyes locked. He snarled as he saw me. “What is an elf doing here!?” He spat and he suddenly drew his axe.

I let out a cry and leapt back for my bow when Kili and Fili jumped in front of me.

“WAIT!” Kili cried.

I was in a crouched position now, my bow in hand, an arrow notched. I silently prayed that I wasn’t going to have to use it. I was down the opposite hall now. This wasn’t what I was expecting.

“PLEASE PUT YOUR WEAPONS AWAY!” Bilbo cried out loud. He was still holding Fili’s sword.

Suddenly I heard a pair of running sounds and from around the corner where the dwarf named ‘Dwalin’ came from came an elderly looking dwarf with an even BIGGER nose and LONGER hair. Only his hair was white.

“What in the world is going on--.” But he stopped dead when he saw the scene before him.

“They brought a she-elf to this place!” Dwalin spat. I glared at him.

“Mister Dwalin! Mr. Balin! Let me explain!” Kili said his arms spread out in front of me blocking me from the other dwarves. Fili stood beside his brother looking a tad nervous.

“Wait.” I said standing. Everyone stopped. I stood up and stepped out into the light. Dwalin held his axe high and I lowered my weapon showing I didn't mean to attack. I stared at the white haired dwarf.

“I know your face.” I said in barely a whisper. Balin’s eyes widened, his bottom jaw dropping a tad, the only thing giving this movement away was the slight shudder of his beard. He stepped in front of Dwalin who, if I was guessing was his brother. Dwarves and names! Kili, Fili. Balin, Dwalin. Thankfully I hadn’t met any TWIN dwarves yet.

“My lady?” He said his voice only a whisper. I bowed my head. “Master Balin. It has been a long time.”

At this point Dwalin was utterly confused. “You know this pointy eared snake?!” Dwalin spat. I was genuinely hurt by that. I gazed down at my feet.

“Ay!” Balin replied with ferocity spinning to face his brother. I blinked surprised and snapped my head up to see a familiar expression of surprise on Dwalin’s face. “I met her when she was just a little one!” Balin said with a harshness in his tone. “She came to Erebor with her father an-.”

“And Balin showed me around Dale.” I said cutting him off before he could reveal anything more. “He was a very wise guide and I look upon the days spent with him fondly.” I said meeting his eyes and smiling.

It was silent for a while before a word was spoken.

“Lady Isa has been kept prisoner for 200 years by the race of men.” Kili began to explain. Shock came over the face of Balin and I did my best not to meet his eyes.

“The fight between us and her kinfolk are unknown to her.” Fili added.

I nodded to confirm what they had said. “Please. I come with no ill intention. I am just trying to find my way home. Kili and Fili saved my life. I owe them my own life in return. I don’t feel comfortable traveling alone right now. Since I escaped Kili and Fili have offered their companionship and I have gladly taken it. As I said before I owe them my life and I will make sure that my debt is paid.” I said glancing once in a while at the dwarf brothers. Kili smiled warmly at me while Fili nodded as he listened to what I said. I then set my gaze on Balin and Dwalin.

“On my honor as an elf-.”

Dwalin scoffed. I glanced at him and he was rolling his eyes. I took a deep breath and focused on Balin.

“On my honor as an elf. I will make sure that I repay that debt.” I said.

Balin nodded.

“Thorin will get a kick out of this.” Dawlin rumbled.

“Well let’s see how everyone else feels about it!” Kili snapped back.

This time it was the hobbit that spoke up.

“Everyone!?” He said and all our heads turned towards him. He was still holding Fili’s weapons.

“How many more are there?!”

Dejanira Lavellan and Cullen Rutherford from Dragon Age fandom.

Commission for a wonderful @debbyalo​ Wacom Cintiq, Photoshop CC.