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Swoop
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Light through every crevice of this hall exploded to the sound of stomping boots and the pound of metal. Out of the deep waters like chords something coiled around the limbs on the both of you to drag you wordlessly in fear for the few seconds it took to yank you under the surface. Lost to the constellations the pair of you writhed and struggled against the unforgiving bindings unable to breathe or get free. Sinking deeper into the starlit depths mirroring the sky men of Gondor for ages to come would claim they could just make out the horn their lost protector once wielded to pair with an odd squiggle of a shape many would try to name its source of some type of flower. The latter linked to the young maiden stolen away just like the great soldier never to be heard from again.
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Cobweb
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Amongst the now woken group a glowing familiar face of Lord Glorfindel was spotted over their heads. Arguing with Gandalf over the pathway ahead as he’d clearly been following you all since the exit of Rivendell’s borders.
Gimli in a scan over the distance turned to face you both fully and prop both hands on his hips to say, “Now I see it. Two pick pockets amongst us. Now, out with it, turn out your pockets. Show us all what you have pilfered from my kin’s halls!” The tone was enough to halt the argument and make Boromir huff and move his hand behind your back to comfort you in bringing you closer.
But before there could be any sort of inspection beyond the broken chain and oversized ring a loud bellow sounded distant and deep causing Gimli to pocket the trinket to inspect later as weapons were brandished to the gathering of the campsite so that you might all flee.
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Horn
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Nightfall came again. Echoing with it sounds of a lone raven that flew inside. Right to your chest to land uncomfortably upon your ribs so it could cock its head in inspection of the necklace you were wearing. “Psst,” Gimli on watch lured the bird to his bent knee. Lowly he spoke to the bird in raven-tongue known to his kin and chuckled in its share of who sent it, his father’s cousin King Dain. “My father’s cousin sent Billow here. He will be in fine spirits to hear we are crossing so boldly within these halls.”
He nodded and you turned a bit to face the duo, “Gimli, why don’t they live here still?” and a sadness bled into his eyes that moved to the bird now leaning onto his thigh rested hand to comfort him. “Gandalf seems afraid here.”
“Durin’s Bane,” he replied, “Foul, dark turned Maiar, like Gandalf. Killed Durin the Deathless and cast his kin out of these halls ages past. None of our kin, on numerous occasions mind you, have been able to best it.”
“We are crossing in quiet, like the story with Bilbo and the Dragon. Maybe it can be lured out, locked out and cut down?”
That had Gimli give you a kind grin, “The gesture is kind, young Lass, however my kin have tried it.”
“Have you tried digging a really big hole to trap it?” you asked making the fiery haired Dwarf chuckle at the joke hinting to how it came about in the first place. One misplaced bucket and a few roars later and face to face you stood staring up at the terrifying Durin’s Bane.
The giant horned and winged creature with whip in hand spouting flames out of its mouth. Fumbling to untangle the hilt of your sword out of the frayed end of your outer shirt to be of some use the ring and jeweled chain dropped out of your pocket onto the cold dirt riddled stone floor crunching and vibrating beneath your feet. Sight of the jewels had its eyes locked upon it before it began to violently contort until it was a hunched old man in a green set of robes who hurried over to collect what he claimed to be his.
Erupting into a sea of green butterflies when the green Maiar did to fly off leaving you all absolutely perplexed, save for Gimli, who muttered something to the raven he’d tucked into the front of his outer shirt to send off back to his father’s cousin. The Maiar didn’t come back, nor did the goblins, not when vibrations of heavy boots neared the mines, and that shadow who was rummaging through your pack each night scattering your socks about did not return either. Fleeing to the sound of Dwarf horns carried by Dwarves, who in great bounty brought fresh clothing supplies for the one who found the trinket to rid these deep halls of such a beast.
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Honk
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“I can’t think of what I’ve done to come close to earning the admiration of a King, let alone one who lives forever.” You replied a bit power in tone stirring an expression of concern onto the Elf Prince’s face.
Boromir cut his try to reply off by saying with a pat of his hand to Aragorn’s chest, “Aragorn is King of Gondor and he has the greatest admiration for you, Y/N. Do not allow self doubt to cloud that truth.”
“My Uncle Dain and Aunt Dis, King and Queen of their respective lands both admire you heartily and more so once beyond these walls and I might find time and parchment more to send word alike to them both. Many a young Dwarrow will admire the young Lass to keep this Fellowship so finely tuned.”
“We’ve been stalked and had an ominous blizzard Wizard chase us into an enemy infested mine,” you stated plainly and he nodded to you.”
“Aye, and what a job you have done to keep us in line thus far.” Over to Sam you looked when he faced forward again and got a shrug in return to match the befuddlement that was easy to read all over your face.
“There you-,” right into the chest of the glowing body that excitedly raced from a side hall, that at an awkward backwards angle fed into the one you were in, your raised fist collided. Muffled into the bend of your arm to the unfazed stare of the Elf Lord Glorfindel you pressed your mouth to squeak in pain, having dislocated a finger in the process of protecting Sam who darted behind you.
“Lord Glorfindel,” Legolas exclaimed in a welcoming tone to Boromir’s hurried try to collect your hand in light Gandalf cast for the task.
Gimli only nodded and repeated, “Keeping us in line and averting what danger possible. A position you were born for.”
Aragorn had been pulled over by Boromir’s long arm and grip on his King’s own arm to help, the latter speaking over your head to ask, “What are you doing here?”
“A lark shared you entered Moria. I am here on defense of attack from the Balrog.”
“And you pick the pop out of a side hall method?” You squeaked out in pain his way.
“It is the most effective way. I was not about to wait until you made camp for the night.” He replied plainly as if that made it better.
“For future reference,” you said and he nodded in acceptance of a tip to help welcome him amongst the Fellowship. “Not all of us can see in the dark. Or hear you silent footed Elf Lords bounding about. Next time fake a cough or something.”
“I shall remember that.” He said and you turned your head to look at Legolas who smiled back at you in concern for your pain.
“Guess you get a new surprise to add to tonight’s letter.”
“I would imagine my father issued Glorfindel to follow us.” And got a nod in return when the pair stole a look at each other then looked back to you both smiling again. Making you glance to Gimli who shared in the internal huffing as there were now two perplexing Elves part of the Fellowship.
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Kaw
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“The Dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark.”
Arrows notched and aimed at your faces abruptly halted the motion of the Fellowship through the woodland realm haunted by a White Witch. But before any of the guys could speak you swatted the closest arrow to your face away then pointed up at the puzzled Elf holding it. “Hey! We are on urgent business to talk to the Celery Lord!”
“Lord Celeborn,” Frodo corrected you to Aragorn’s sudden turn to cover his mouth to not laugh aloud while Gandalf stood gawking at your oddly confident little self. Boromir poorly contained a snort, pinching his nose to not laugh. Gimli simply turned his head to peer over at you unwilling to show what amusement he might be feeling to Legolas’ continued grin at his fellow woodland kin.
“Right, Lord Celeborn. These two shortly bearded fellows are Numenor and very distantly related to Lord Elrond’s brother. So distant only ledgers can keep the relationship straight, and all they want to do is pass their urgent duty from their said distant relation from Rivendell to the Lord of this land. I don’t rightly know if they’ve met before, but lack of mention of visits to myself shows proof it is not often if they have, and Elves might live forever but you would be robbing the Lord Celeborn of quality time with his half mortal relations. Time he will never get back!”
Aragorn had just barely composed himself when you gestured to Gimli, “And Gimli is son to the cousin of a King, in the mysterious Iron Hills,” that had the Dwarf smirk to not chuckle, “and there was mention of an aunt Queen in the Blue Mountains, and further to the South in Orca land.”
“Orcarni,” Haldir even corrected you as you continued with barely a nod to the correction.
“And all the other Dwarf lands. A very noble bloodline! I know you know Prince Legolas, whose forest kingdom is far larger and grander than this bubble of trees that is haunted by some mind melting Witch who best steer clear or they will have hell to pay from the Elf King!”
You drew in a sharp breath and continued with no loss for determination in your eyes. “Frodo is nephew to none other than the famed burglar Bilbo Baggins, who saved Erebor from a dragon no less. Sam, is a gardener, the highest of job importance in the Shire, could even show your kin a thing or two. I’m not certain about Merry and Pippin but one of them said something about being heir to someone important! Bill is the grandest and bravest and loyalist of all ponies who knows secret paths around Moria, which we just crossed through. And Gandalf requires no explanation so stand aside and make for the chance at quality time!” Up at him you have a pointed look and a demanding point up at him with the hand that then fell to your side.
“And just who might you be, such a determined young Lady to be in such company.” Haldir asked and your eyes narrowed in a moment of panic he and the other Elves took as determination.
“Me, I’m new.” Not flinching to the fond bob of Bill’s head into your arm and shoulder.
Boromir was shaking trying not to laugh as the Elves lowered their bows and arrows in a moment of mental conference before Haldir took Gandalf and Aragorn’s mental description of the visit and stepped back to gesture you all onwards. Softly on either side of you both Pippin and Merry came to whisper, “Y/N, what’s the urgent business again?”
And you whispered back, “Not a clue, but Gandalf said it’s five days across to the inner ring. Tons of time to make some up.” You said and Legolas and the Elves near to him speaking softly in their path behind you at the back of the blindfolded Fellowship had to stop and linger behind so they wouldn’t be heard chuckling to what they heard.
Sam however had the rest of the guards close to needing stitches containing their own laughter when he cleared his throat and chimed in as his body blindly eased closer to you three. “Miss, Y/N, Mister Bilbo never went to these woods. Perhaps with some seeds from near the Shire I have we could spin it we’re an official Hobbit regent or something. Sounds official enough, and they’re sure to have heard of Mister Bilbo and his fine deeds.”
“Yes, very good, and Gimli’s dad was there and the tall four could be bodyguards.”
Sam nodded, “I will have Mister Frodo help me to fine tune a poem or two. No good with riddles like Mister Bilbo, but I reckon a poem or two might be a fair trade for these Big Folk.”
“It’s all coming together.” You said to yourself in his ease back to Frodo’s side to politely ease aid from the jumpier Hobbit from hearing Gimli sharing more on the final part of a visit to Bilbo’s home after the Journey to Erebor his father had taken. Words that simply had Gandalf stop and cover his face as part of what would be the worst invasion attempt on Lothlorien woodlands in the history of Middle Earth all these Elves he knew would only find it highly amusing to take part in and see how these not so dastardly invaders did once beyond their borders again.
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