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People who hate Frodo Baggins are my enemy. "He didn't do anything and was useless"--yeah, okay, so what you're not understanding is that he was the sacrificial lamb. He endured physical, mental, and emotional torment that got worse and worse as his will broke. Everyone knew this. EVERYONE KNEW THIS. That's why everyone was devastated about it. Because Frodo was the most innocent among them, that was the entire point. He represented ordinary peaceful people being destroyed by the horrors of war. And as a hobbit he also represented some of the last vestiges of magic in what was basically a post magic apocalypse.
Frodo was basically an innocent puppy thrown into the Torment Nexus so that EVERYONE ELSE could maybe have a hope of surviving. And he did that willingly. HE DID IT OF HIS OWN FREE WILL, KNOWING IT WOULD RUIN HIM.
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SUMMARY: Thranduil lost his beloved daughter 500 years ago, on his search for the white gems of Lasgalen- his wife's final gift to him, he finds a young elf who reminds him of his lost daughter.
OR Bilbo and Smaug create a very amusing spectacle for a curious onlooker.
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Bilbo scrambled across the pools of gold, he was practically swimming in it, every glimpse of white shimmer that caught his eye he picked up and inspected, similarly every gem he inspected was tossed aside.
"Large white jewel, large white jewlel". Bilbo whispered again to himself, the dwarves definitey weren't descriptive, and it was making his job far more difficult than need be.
His small Hobbit hands glided through the gold, unfortunately for him, the coins, trinkets and jewels began tumbling down, the loud clinking and clanking echoed loudly around the high vaulted ceilings and the... what felt like never-ending halls.
Smaug was not unfamiliar with the sound of his precious avalanches of gold, they were common, often falling by themselves or by Aewneth getting carried away when sifting through them.
The dragon was going to ignore the noise and go back to his deep slumber once more, but an unfamiliar scent registered in his mind.
An intruder.
The large dragons body moved before he could think, his large beaded eyes opening as he lifted his head, sniffing the stale air.
Bilbo had fallen back into the gold, slipping the ring back on and closing his eyes, praying to any and every God that Smaug would lay back down and sleep. Alas, he did not.
"...THEIF... I SMELL YOU, I HEAR YOUR BREATH. I FEEL YOUR AIR. WHERE ARE YOU?"
Bilbo runs as fast as his feet can carry him, sliding and tripping along the way, but running none the less. But a small hobbit (despite being invisible) was not going to outrun a dragon.
"COME NOW... DONT BE SHY, STEP INTO THE LIGHT" Smaug follows the noise of skittering coins beneath the man's feet, and he could smell of fear that reeks from the intruders body.
Bilbo backs up into a pillar, the cold stone hitting the back of his head, a sudden jolt of pain shot through his body, he grasps his hand to his chest, trying to soothe the erratic thumping of his heart.
"THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT YOU... SOMETHING YOU CARRY" he sniffs the air, the warm air travelling so far it brushes Bilbo's cheek. "SOMETHING GOLD... BUT FAR MORE PRECIOUS..."
The words ring in his ears, he feels fire shooting through his veins. He sees flames, lots of flames and destruction. Flames, flames and... An eye?
The ring fly's from his forefinger before his mind can react, his vision returns to normal, along with his body.Β
Smaugs eyes narrow, he can see him.
"THERE YOU ARE... THIEF IN THE SHADOWS..."
"Thief? I did not come to steal from you O Smaug, the unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence, to see if you really were as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them." Bilbow bowed deeply, holding his breath.
Smaug seems to preen at that, his body shooting up at the faux praise "AND DO YOU BELIEVE THEM NOW?"
"Truly, tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, O Smaug the Stupendous..." Bilbo's smile, his hobbit charm has gotten him out of many dangerous situations, but even he knows, sweet talking a dragon was maybe one step too far.
Inevitably, Smaug continues "DO YOU THINK FLATTERY WILL KEEP YOU ALIVE?". He threatens, his large scaled head sinks down, getting closer to the hobbit.
"No, no..."
"NO, INDEED!" A growl rips through his enormous body as he moves, beginning to circle like a predator prepared to attack.
"YOU SEEM FAMILIAR WITH MY NAME, BUT I DONT REMEBER SMELLING YOUR KIND BEFORE. WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE DO YOU COME FROM. MAY I ASK?"
Bilbo's eye flickers around the room in contemplation, should he tell the truth or should he lie- The thought process was cut short as his eyes zero in on a gem. A white gem. A gem that shines with a blue and white magic, something unmistakable... The arkenstone.
" I come from under the hill..." The hobbit replies, his eyes flickering to and from he glowing gem, a flash of images of his little hobbit hole and his arm chair had never been more appealing as it was while he stood in front of a dragon.Β
"UNDERHILL?"
"And under hills and over hills my paths lead. And through the air! I am he who walks unseen!" He rambles. God, why did he always do that when he was frightened. His loose mouth would be the end of him one day, he was almost sure of it.
"IMPRESSIVE... WHAT ELSE DO YOU CLAIM TO BE..?" Smaug leans forward once more and sniffs the halfling, a menacing deranged look in his beaded eyes.
"L-Luck-Wearer... R-Riddle-Maker..." God, Bilbo thought, your only making this worse for yourself you imbecile.
"LOVELY TITLES... GO ON" Smaugs tone drilled with malice, sarcasm and mockery, he was intrigued by this small man- dwarf creature.
"Barrel-Rider!" Bilbo blurts out, the pang of embarrassment immediately ricocheting through his body.
"BARRELS... NOW THAT IS INTERESTING" He continues, circling back and forth, a menacing and intimidating presence casting a shadow down on Bilbo.
A sinister smile drifts across Smaugs dragonic features, his teeth, as sharp as blades flashing creuly. "AND WHAT OF YOUR LITTLE DWARF FRIENDS? WHERE ARE THEY HIDING?"
"Dwarves... No. No dwarves here. You've got that all wrong." Utter dread sinks into the pit of his stomach. No, no... This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
"OH, I DONT THINK SO BARREL-RIDER! THEY SENT YOU IN HERE TO DO THEIR DIRTY WORK, WHILE THEY SKULK OUTSIDE"
"Truly, you are mistaken, O Smaug Chiefest and Greatest of All Calamities..."
You have nice manners for a thief, and a LIAR! I know the smell and taste of dwarves, no one better!
"YOU HAVE NICE MANNERS FOR A THIEF, AND A LIAR! I KNOW THE SMELL AND TASTE OF DWARVES, NO ONE BETTER!" Smaug rants, turning his back to the hobbit as he spouts violent words, giving Bilbo a convenient window of opportunity.Β
Bilbo begins to creep further towards the glowing arkenstone, his eyes zeroing in, his hand almost grabbing it-
A large claw slams down near by, the mountain of gold cascading down, the bright gem bouncing far away.Β
"IT IS THE GOLD! THEY ARE DRAWN TO GOLD LIKE FLIES TO DEAD FLESH."
"DID YOU THINK I DID NOT KNOW THIS DAY WOULD COME. THAT A PACK OF CANTING DWARVES WOULDNT COME BACK CRAWLING TO THE MOUNTAIN?"Β
As the arkenstone rolled, Bilbo followed, Smaug was angry and no charmed words could mellow it, his claws sank into the gold, his rage emitting in every sharp movement he made.
Smaug moved like a snake, slipping and weaving between the pillars, knocking over the stone and breaking walls and carvings. Bilbo had to ignore it, he couldn't cower in fear, his friends were counting on him.
"BUT THIS IS MY MOUNTAIN, MY HOME, MY FAMILY. IT IS MINE, A GREED STRICKEN DWARF WILL NOT TAKE THAT FROM ME."
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The loud commotion reverberates through the floor, the very mountain shook, the company of dwarves looked at eachother.Β
"What was that?" A voice emerged from one of the many dwarves.
"That, my lad, was a dragon."
The sinking feeling settled as the realisation hit. Smaug was awake.
Thorin Oakenshield felt true loathing. The same loathing he felt when he stared into the eyes of Azog the defiler. This dragon had ripped his home from him and had slept on top of his people's graves for half a millennium.
He knew what he must do.
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"THE KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN IS DEAD! I TOOK HIS THRONE. I ATE HIS PEOPLE LIKE A WOLF AMONG SHEEP! I KILL WHERE I WISH, WHEN I WISH! MY ARMOUR IS IRON AND NO BLADE CAN PIERCE IT."
Bilbo slid after the arkenstone as it tumbled, it landed under a ledge, a covered and somewhat sheltered ledge. Perfect, Bilbo could catch his breath. God how he craved his armchair.
"OAKENSHIELD. THAT FILFTHY DWARVISH USURPER. HE SENT YOU IN HERE FOR THE ARKENSTONE, DIDNT HE?"
Bilbo's heart jumped for what felt like the thousandth time, "No- no no no, what are you talking about?"
"DONT BOTHER DENYING IT, I SENSED HIS FOUL PURPOSE SOME TIME AGO. BUT IT MATTERS NOT. OAKENSHIELDS QUEST WILL FAIL."Β
Smaug growled, his eyes burning amber like the fire in his chest, burning at his throat begging to come out and scorch the Hobbit where he stood.
"THE DARKNESS IS COMING, IT WILL SPREAD TO EVERY CORNER OF THE LAND. BUT HERE WE WILL BE SAFE, MY FAMILY WILL BE SAFE. AND I REFUSE TO LET A DWARF JEOPARDISE THAT."
"YOU ARE BEING USED, THIEF IN THE SHADOWS... YOU WERE ONLY EVER A MEANS TO AN END, THE COWARD OAKENSHIELD HAS WEIGHED THE VALUE OF YOUR LIFE AND FOUND IT WORTH... NOTHING."
Bilbo stutters, that wasn't true. Thorin Oakenshield was stubborn, an arse sometimes, and can be sharp tongued, but Bilbo had seen his benevolence, his care and compassion- it was hidden by his bravado slightly... But the kindness was there, the hobbit had never been so sure of it... Right?
"No, no- you're lying!"
"WHAT DID HE PROMISE YOU? A SHARE OF THE TREASURE? AS IF IT WAS HIS TO GIVE. I WILL NOT PART WITH A SINGLE COIN. NOT. ONE." Smaug roared, clambering across his trove once more, his scales began to glow orange, the fire within scratching his insides.
"MY TEETH ARE SWORDS, MY CLAWS ARE SPEARS, MY WINGS ARE A HURRICANE!"Β
As he moves around, Bilbo gazed up in fear, was his death truly near? Smaugs scales were large, uniform and intimidating, and one was... Missing.
"So it's true... Black arrow left it's mark..."
Wrath burned in Smaugs eyes as he roared, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"I- I was just saying your reputation precedes you... O Smaug the tyrannical, truly you have no equal on this earth."Β
A sick grin returned to the dragons mouth. "I AM ALMOST TEMPTED TO LET YOU TAKE IT. IF ONLY TO SEE OAKENSHIELD SUFFER, WATCH IT DESTROY HIM... WATCH IT CORRUPT HIS HEART AND DRIVE HIM MAD... BUT I THINK NOT. I THINK OUR LITTLE GAME ENDS HERE. SO TELL ME... THIEF. HOW DO YOU CHOOSE TO DIE?"
The words he uttered didn't have time to sink in before Bilbo slipped the ring once more onto his finger, he quickly scattered, collecting the white gem and running up a gigantic staircase. Smaug's fire left his mouth and followed closely behind Bilbo. The heat licked at his skin, but he ignored the burn.
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Thorin Oakenshield had not been inside his home for 500 years, and the maze of tunnels he once lived in now felt foreign. It took the company much longer than they would ever admit- getting lost in your own home was not something to be proud of.
But eventually, Thorin found the exit, the roar of a dragon pierced his ear drums as he ran, eyes scanning the gold.
Bilbo. Where's Bilbo.
"Thorin!" A shout came from his side, the small man dashed towards him, hair disheveled and slightly singed.Β
"Bilbo!" He yelled. "The arkenstone. Where is it?"
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Aewneth had been sitting on the stone ceiling beams for a while. Her elven ears had been pricked by the sound of falling gold, deciding to climb above the treasury instead of going directly to the source.
There was an intruder in her home, an awfully polite intruder to his credit, and her territorial dragonic father had been awoken. It certainly would be an interesting encounter.Β
It was fascinating, seeing her kind father roar with anger. Of course she knew dragons were made of rage and hatred itself, birthed from the very hands of morgoth, but she had never seen it before, it was truly something to marvel at.
Although the show was quite amusing, once fire began to be thrown, Aewneth decided to retreat... She must go and find that Bilbo Baggins from Bag-end and learn more.
SUMMARY: Thranduil lost his beloved daughter 500 years ago, on his search for the white gems of Lasgalen- his wife's final gift to him, he finds a young elf who reminds him of his lost daughter.
Or An intruder breaks into Erebor and meets a peculiar She-elf.
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Many people find silence unnerving, but the young elfling had spent so long in it, the cold embrace of quiet was her only friend.
One thing any mortal must know about dragons, the ferocious, fire breathing, mountain dwelling beasts is that they sleep. They sleep for years upon years, waking up once their hunger had become so ravenous they wake and breathe fire and eat all whom cross their path, stealing any wealth or earthly possessions the victims leave behind, bringing them to their lair and sleeping amongst the fallens possessions.
For about 150 years after the fated day when Aewneth was placed at the mouth of Erebor, Smaug stayed awake, he taught the girl how to speak, read and raised her as his own flesh and blood, she was odd, even for the dragon, who has seen every type of mortal and immortal that has ever inhabited the lands of middle earth.
It had been 60 years since her father last awoke, Aewneth spent her time painting, weaving delicate embroidery, reading, writing, shifting through the hoard. It was repetitive, yes, but it was her routine. A quiet, methodic, systematic routine.
It was dusk when she heard the soft pitter patter of little, light footsteps that echoes through the maze of mines and rocky tunnels.
Interesting.
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Bilbo Baggins wasn't a burglar. Maybe he could steal a sword off an orc or some food from a fellow traveler, but breaking into a fallen kingdom, stealing an ancient jewel from under a sleeping dragons nose and getting out unnoticed? Definitely above his pay grade.
But a Baggins will always stay true to his word, he promised the dwarves a burglar, and a burglar he will be.Β
His breath was steady as he moved through the dark passageways leading into Erebor, the rest of the company would wait on the cliff side for Bilbo's return- or the sound of a fire breathing dragon waking up incredibly agitated from his 60 year long slumber.
His heartbeat hammered harder in every step he took closer to the horde- he fidgeted with the ring in his hands, just one foot in front of the other, one foot in fr-
"You are not supposed to be here."Β
A soft voice spoke from behind the Hobbit, he jumped, dropping the ring with a clatter onto the stone floor, the noise echoing throughout the tunnels.
An elf stood behind him, her head was ducked slightly, the Dwarven halls of Erebor were seemingly not built for someone of her height. She wore a silver gown, with hand embroidered flowers at the scooped neckline, her hair flowed in golden waves down her back, silver rings and jewelry were intricately braided into her hair. He stammered to find his words, why would a she-elf be here, in the unlit halls of Erebor?
"Who are you?" She continued, not waiting for a response, voice still soft. Bilbo could not detect any malice or threat in her voice, she spoke softly, kindly, it was odd- why on earth is she here? she could hardly be on a mission, she wasn't dressed in armour, had no weapons on her person either.
"I'm Bilbo Baggins, from Bag-end." He smiled awkwardly, shuffling from one foot to the other, her stare was unsettling, the ice blue of her eyes pierced into his soul, she looked like one of the wood elves he had the misfortune of getting on the wrong side of. The mere thought of beer barrels made his skin crawl even now.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Bilbo Baggins from Bag-end. May I inquire why you are here? it is every dangerous, you know. A dragon lives amongst these walls" The elf tilted her head.
"I could ask you the same thing my Lady" he smiled, a charismatic laugh falling from his lips as he tried to ease the tension and the ever present thumping of his heart.
"I suppose you are right." And with a soft sigh she continued.
"I live here." She smiled, looking down at the Hobbit, "I've lived in these halls all my life, almost... 500 years now I believe."
She hummed absent-mindedly, eyes beginning to wonder towards the unlit torches on the wall, seeming to contemplate her next actions as she made no attempt to conceal her facial expressions.Β
"How about I make us supper and we talk about why you have chosen to come here, you are no dwarf and have no blood ties to this fallen kingdom. You intrigue me. And if we are being completely transparent, ive never had company before."
"Of course my lady", his heartbeat thumps in his ears. Great. This has just become 10 times more difficult. Not only did he have to stealth a dragon, now he has to sneak past a young elfling with incredible hearing and fast reflexes.
Amazing.
She turned around, after gesturing the halfling to follow her, navigating effortlessly through the maze of tunnels, the soft fabric of her dress flowing behind her as she strides with purpose.
The ring in Bilbo's hands became heavier as he followed suit, as much as a home cooked meal seemed appealing after months away in the wilderness far from the shire, it would not get the arkenstone any closer to being in his possession. With a shaky breath and nimble hands, Bilbo slipped the golden band onto his forefinger, the familiar blur of invisibility invaded his vision, every motion swirled in patterns.
He continued to follow the oblivious she elf, though he created a bit more distance and stayed light on his feet, praying to every spirit in middle earth that the fall of his footsteps would not be loud enough to be noticed.
But Bilbo Baggins was playing the role of a burglar, he had been ever since he signed that contract back in Bag-end, and he mustn't let his company down, he will get the arkenstone, deliver it to Thorin Oakenshield and free his dwarf friends home from the tightened grasp of Smaug.
He must.
A soft white glow emitted from his peripheral vision, the maze of tunnels finally came to a close, here he could make a run for it, find the treasure and flee without any one knowing what happened.
Of course Bilbo knew that would be wishful thinking, but even he was bewildered once the labyrinth of corridors came to an end and he stared down at the heaps and piles of gold, finding a single white gem in the sea of treasure was almost impossible, and certainly would take longer than one night, the door into the mountain would close and he would be trapped. The fact that there was a sleeping dragons beneath said gold, a young elf with hearing as sharp as nails, and the fact that the only description of the gem he seeked was that it was "white" and that he would "know it when he saw it", only added to the inevitable failure of this mission.
A burglar Bilbo could be, a miracle worker? Not so much.
Bilbo spared a look behind him at the young she elf, she looked around bemused and bewildered,
"A disappearing halfling... How strange." She pondered quietly, eyes flickering around the great hall.
"Perhaps I imagined him" she hummed, turning on her heel and leaving back into the tunnels, going to God knows where. Bilbo thanked the elves eccentric nature in his head, before turning his gaze back onto the hoard.
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if I was somehow zapped into middle earth I want to be a blue wizard.
unnamed, unimportant, irrelevant but still cool, probably make some silly little spells and tricks, have a cool staff and a pointy hat, but no responsibility of saving the world every other century.
SUMMARY: Thranduil lost his beloved daughter 500 years ago, on his search for the white gems of Lasgalen- his wife's final gift to him, he finds a young elf who reminds him of his lost daughter.
OR Thorin confronts Thranduil, and he reminisces.
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The halls of the kingdom of mirkwood were large, tall and extravagant, with curving branches of trees and wooden walkways wrapped around stone, even the dwarf prisoners could not insult the domain.
King Thranduil sat poised a top his throne, elevated above the kneeling not-king dwarf, peering down and sneering cruelty, "Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand, a quest to reclaim a homeland... and slay a dragon."
The elf scoffed, standing from his carved wooden throne and descended the tall steps that lead up to him, approaching the kneeling dwarf. "I myself, suspect a more prosaic motive- attempted burglary or something of that ilk"
Thorin Oakenshield stood up, meeting the elven kings eye.
"You have found a way in, you seek what would bestow upon you the right to rule- The Kings Jewel. The arkenstone." Thranduil spoke, a reserved knowing smile flittering across his features.
"it is precious to you beyond measure, I understand that. There are gems in the mountain that i too desire, white gems... of pure starlight."
Thorin Oakenshield son of Thrain knew of the stones he was talking about, the white gems of Lasgalen, gems owned by the former queen of Mirkwood, and taken from her cold corpse by orcs and later found by wandering dwarfs, taken to their kingdom of erebor and stashed amongst the hoards of gold. It was soon after that, not even ten days later, that a fire breathing dragon of the name of Smaug wreaked havoc on the Dwarvish Kingdom. The gems of Lasgalen were lost amongst the horde stolen by a dragon.
"I offer you my help."
Thorins gaze hardened, "I am listening."
"I will let you go, if you but return what is mine"
The dwarf scoffed, "A favor for a favor."
Thorins Oakenshield remembered the day the dragon had come for Erebor, slain his kin, killed his brothers, sisters, the young and the old.
Thorin Oakenshield remembered looking up and seeing a vast elven army. An army that could have turned the tides. An army that could've saved his people and reclaimed his home.
Thorin remembers how he screamed at the king of Mirkwood, begging the elf for aid.
He remembers how the elven king turned around and refused to join the fight against the great dragon Smaug, and how in consequence the battle was lost.
"You have my word, from one king to another'
"I would not trust Thranduil, the Great King, to honour his word, should the end of all days be upon us!" Throin sneered, his posture growing with his anger as he seethed.
"YOU! WHO LACK ALL HONOUR?! I HAVE SEEN HOW YOU TREAT YOUR FRIENDS! We came to you once, starving. Homeless. Seeking your help. YOU TURNED YOUR BACK! YOU, TURNED AWAY FROM THE SUFFERING OF MY PEOPLE! THE INFERNO THAT DESRROYED US- IMRID AMARΓD URSUL" (to die a firey death)
Thranduil was blinded by grief, although the dwarfs did not know that, the day he marched towards the battle of dwarf and dragon. His actions are a haze, and he could not recall the events that happened the days after he heard his wife was dead and his young babe missing, he is told that he sent a letter to the Kingdom of Erebor, requesting for the return of his late queens necklace, the letter was answered with a short formal reply.
'To whom it may concern,
We understand you wish to reclaim the Lasgalen Gems, However due to Section F, Clause 5 of the Dwarvish code and regulations for Gold and Treasury affairs, which states: "Any belongings of any value found on a deceased person discovered by an inhabiting Erebor dwarf is rightfully property of the Dwarven King of Erebor, and cannot be reclaimed after being added to the Treasury horde." We cannot fulfill this request.
Regards, The sector of Gold and Treasury keeping for the great kingdom of Erebor.'
Thranduil is told that when he heard news of the great dragon Smaug spitting Dragonfire onto the Dwarven kingdom, he laughed.
No, his reaction could not be explained with the mere word 'laugh'. He was maniacal, his eyes were blown wide and he was erratic, he ordered a troop of 2000 elves strong to march for the lonely mountain the next dawn.
No elf knew if they were truly going to the battlefield to fight that day, their king had not explained the plan of action, but no elf had the courage to ask the grief striken king his reasoning, not even his closest advisors.
When Thranduil stood on the hill and looked down on the grotesque scene of fire and blood, he did not pity or grimace at the picture. Those insolent, greedy, cruel beings didn't deserve to live. Their deaths would be a mercy, and middle earth would be a better place with them gone... So Thranduil, Great King of Mirkwood, turned away.
Thranduil lowered himself to the dwarfs level, faces inches away from each other. "Do not talk to me of dragon fire, I know it's wrath and ruin." He spat, as his face contorted, skin shredding to reveal a large scar that covered the expanse of his left cheek- a scar left, undoubtedly by dragon fire
"I have faced the great serpents of the North. I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he did not listen. You are just like him."
His face reverted to its previous appearance, porcelain skin shifting back into place, some sort of cosmetic magic to restore the elven kings perfect image. He slinked away from the dwarf captive, signalling his guards to detain him once more as he climbed the stairs to his throne once more
"Stay here if you will and rot - 100 years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I'm patient. I can wait..."
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Aewneth knew from even a young age she shouldn't have survived.
Her origins were like a puzzle, a heap of jumbled up mismatching pieces that all had a place, but her fumbling hands couldn't seem to get them all too fit- and even if they seemed like, even for a second, that they were all falling into place, the picture they made was still too blurry to be seen.
But she was good at puzzles.
She was born prematurely, she assumed, her mother had abandoned her because she thought the girl was too weak to be among the strong wood elves of her kin. Miraculously, she survived a few seasons in the wilderness- maybe a pack of wolves or a lonely bear mistook her for a cub, or perhaps just took pity on her weak miserable circumstance and provided for her.
She was malnourished, and premature, still looking like a new born, the townsfolk of Laketown decided to sacrifice a babe to the dragon Smaug in order to gain favour, but did not want to send their own flesh and blood, so they sent her, an abandoned elfling orphan.
And for whatever reason, Smaug did not burn the girl and eat her when she was placed at the mouth of the cave in which was once the great Dwarven kingdom of Erebor, instead he took her in, gave her books and clothes, taught her ancient languages thousands of years old from when the 6000 year old dragon was just a hatchling.
And that is what the puzzle illustrates.
The picture is clear, but blurry. The picture is complete, but pieces are still missing.
Aewneth was good at most puzzles, but this one she still hasn't gotten right, but she was wise enough to know that.
Her room was once the kings quarters, it was a large room, with a view of the hoard from above, she could look from her window and see the slumbering dragon beneath the gold, the glistening gems that reflected the torch lit room like stars. The kings quarters was once rather drab, with stone grey walls, archaic, minimalist lines and patterns carved into the wall and no colour- but having inhabited the place for 500 years, Aewneth had added her own touch to the place.
The walls were now covered in painted murals, she had copied the illustrations of flowers, plants and trees she had found in the many books of the great Erebor library onto the walls. The soft blankets and elegant clothes she had scavenged from other rooms were tailored to fit her taller physique and were hand embroidered with bugs and greenery.
Aewneth could not remember ever seeing the outside world with her own eyes, although she knows she has once- when she was an infant, before she was given to the great dragon Smaug.
So she sought inspiration though depictions, paintings and novels, because Erebor had no windows, it was a dark, dingy forge, dwarves did not need to leave the mountain and had no yearning too, while most would feel it was oppressive and imprisoning, the she-elf had never known anything different.
She knew she did not belong here. A sense of unease and discomfort had settled in the pit of her stomach all her life- but she did not know where she did belong.
She was not a dragon like her adoptive father, she was not accepted by her birth mother, and the people of lake town did not care for her either
And perhaps the day that a small halfling stumbled into her father's hoard, and woke him from his 60 year nap was a blessing from fate, or a gift from Eru IlΓΊvatar. Whoever set this chain of events in action changed the life of Aewneth, lost princess of Mirkwood, for better or for worse, that is yet to be decided.
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WOOOOO!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! I hope you all have a great day and don't get into too many family arguments, I know i probably will π
Currently 1000 words into the next chapter of The dragons daughter!
Just want to clarify, I've done a few minor edits to the last chapter simply for continuity reasons because I realized the time line didn't fit with the movies. I wanted to go with the book accurate time line however the films are more widely consumed and are much easier to research for clarification on certain parts.
The story is still not 100% accurate though as in the movies Smaug only inhabits the lonely mountain for 171 years and in my fic it's 500 years (was formerly 1000 but changed it, again for continuity reasons)
So the time between the Angmar war and the battle of the five armies is about 500 years compared to the lore accurate approx 2000 years if my memory serves correctly.
So basically everything has shifted a few centuries
The battle of Angmar ends in 2401 T.A compared to the lore accurate 1975 T.A.
Thranduils wife dies at the very end of the battle of Angmar in 2401 T.A (not sure when she canonically dies in the books because the Mirkwood elf royalty is barely mentioned at all!) In my story Smaug uses the end of the Angmar war as a distraction to strike the Kingdom of Erebor and inhabit the lonely mountain! that's why I'm mentioning it.
And then the battle of the five armies/ The desolation of Smaug takes place in 2901 T.A compared to the lore accurate 2941 T.A
DON'T WORRY THOUGH! it really doesn't influence the story at all, I'm just kind of obsessed with timelines so it would bug me if I didn't say anything lol!
ANYWAYS!!! I hope you all have a happy holidays if you celebrate, and the next chapter of The Dragons Daughter will be out soon!
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So Christmas is coming up (YIPEE)! which means I'm going to have some free time over the Christmas holidays to properly structure the story, and write my fic to the best of my abilities. I don't want to rush it and then hate it because my OC means sm to me and I want to do her story justice.
My current plan is for the next chapter to be released next sunday- or sometime in the following week after that! (22nd-28th ish)
BARE WITH ME!! I'm so glad that everyone is so interested in the storyπ«Άπ»π«Άπ»
