Gandalf: He only needs the One; for he made that Ring himself, it is his, and he let a great part of his own former power pass into it, so that he could rule all the others. Well not all others, like 19 others. And he can clearly rule the Nazgul without it, and the dwarf rings are lost and didn’t work anyways, so 3 others.
The Sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on it’s blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and the rayed Sun, and about them was written in many runes; for Aragorn son of Arathorn was going to war upon the marches of Mordor. Very bright was that sword when it was made whole again; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold, and its edge was hard and keen. And Aragorn gave it a new name and called it Anduril, Flame of the West.
It was a beautiful day in the Shire, the sun was
shining, the birds singing and the hobbits attending to their houses and fields
peacefully. Hobbits were small merry creatures that had no idea of the kind of
evil that lived outside their borders. They loved the comfort of home and most
of all, they loved food. Breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon,
afternoon tea, dinner, supper, every occasion to eat and gather the family
around the table was taken. Hobbits also loved to savor a pint after a hard day
of labor. That is why hobbits loved the atmosphere of The Green Dragon Inn (the
only Inn in Hobbiton), the place was always filled with happiness and warmth.
Moreover, the quality of the ale and food was renowned throughout the entire
Shire, making Hobbits proud of their food heritage. Bilbo Baggins was one of
Bilbo was proud of being a hobbit, and precisely,
Bilbo was proud to be a Baggins of Bag End. Baggins were well respected among
hobbits, they were always on time and nothing unexpected ever happened to them.
That is why Bilbo couldn’t help but frown as a hooded figure approached him
while he was sitting on the bench before his house. Bilbo looked up from his
pipe in surprise.
Bilbo tentatively said, clearly uncomfortable to be brought out of his reveries
by something snapping on his nose.
“What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning,
or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps
you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you
simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?” The hooded figure
answered with a huff. Bilbo looked perplexed as he tried to find a good answer.
“All of them at once, I suppose.” Bilbo finally
answered, looking completely lost. Gandalf looked suddenly slightly
disappointed of this answer and Bilbo’s confusion increased.
“Can I help you?” The young hobbit asked, only wanting
to go back to his reveries and his pipe. Gandalf looked at Bilbo, observing his
reaction to his next answer.
“That remains to be seen. I’m looking for someone to
share in an adventure.”
“An adventure? Now, I don’t imagine anyone west of Bree
would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable
things. Make you late for dinner, hm, mm” Bilbo answered in a rush.
The hobbit got up from his bench and advanced toward
the short fence before his house to check his mailbox. He grabbed some mail and
started to sort through it, clucking to himself. It was obvious that he looked quite
uncomfortable because Gandalf was still standing at the same spot before his
bench, observing him. Puffing his pipe in vexation, Bilbo began to head back
toward his house and sent a quick “Good morning” Gandalf’s way in hope to end
the odd conversation. However, Gandalf’s voice stopped him once again.
“To think that I should have lived to be
goodmorninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if were selling buttons at the
“Beg your pardon?” Bilbo said, almost shocked as he
“You’ve changed, and not entirely for the better,
Bilbo Baggins.” The wizard’s voice was laced with disappointment. After all he
had placed his only hope into this hobbit.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Bilbo asked, now really
curious to know what this meeting was about.
“Well, you know my name, although you don’t remember I
belong to it. I’m Gandalf! And Gandalf means … me.” The wizard answered, hoping
that Bilbo would at least remember who he was.
“Gandalf… not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who
made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer’s Eve.”
Bilbo laughed more at ease suddenly and Gandalf nodded his head. “Well. Hmm, I
had no idea you were still in business.” Bilbo finished.
“And where else should I be?” Gandalf asked slightly
“Ha, ha! Hm, hmm…” Bilbo tried to find an answer as
he puffed confusedly on his pipe.
“Well, I’m pleased to find you remember something
about me, even if it’s only my fireworks.” Gandalf suddenly said, cutting though
the tensed silence that had settled between the two old friends. “Well that’s
decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform
the others.” The wizard nodded and gathered his cloak, ready to leave with a
smirk on his lips.
“Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not
want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, notmm. I suggest you try over
the Hill or across the Water. Good morning.” Bilbo said in frustration as he
retreated into Bag End, gesturing at Gandalf with his pipe. Gandalf watched in
amusement as the hobbit closed his door.
Once inside, Bilbo leant against his door confused and
a little relieved to be in the safety of his house. Suddenly, the hobbit heard
a curious noise at his door. He put his ear close to the door and noticed that
the noise was coming from Gandalf drawing a glowing symbol on Bilbo’s door with
his staff. Alarmed, Bilbo looked out his side window but the hobbit jumped back
in fright as Gandalf’s eyes appeared at the window. Bilbo hid behind a wall and
looked out another window of his living-room to see Gandalf hurrying away from
the luxurious hobbit hall, singing an unknow tune to himself.
It was nighttime when Elen arrived in the Shire. After
her meeting with Gandalf in the Lothlorien she decided to join the company of
Thorin Oakenshield to help them reclaim their homeland. However, they did not
know about it yet. The Shire was a beautiful place, the landscape was
breathtaking in Elen’s eyes. Even if she was living in the beautiful kingdom of
Lothlorien, the young woman could still appreciate other lands beauty. Gandalf
had told her to seek for a marked door above the hills, a hobbit hole with a
green round door and slightly isolated to other houses or to the center of the
hobbit village. Elen smiled as she reached the highest part of the village and
saw the mark Gandalf had made on the bottom of the round door. The half-elf looked
up one last time, glancing at the stars before climbing the small set of stairs
that lead to the entrance of the hobbit hole. The woman was about to ring the
bell when her hand stopped at mid-distance, hearing the commotion that came
from inside the house.
Inside the house Gandalf was counting the dwarves,
while the merry company tried to transport all of Bilbo’s food into the
“Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur,
Bombur, Dori, Nori…Ori.” Gandalf counted as Bilbo wrestled a bowl of tomatoes
away from Ori. Bifur approached Gandalf and talked to him in Khuzdul, the
wizard telling him that he was quite right. “We appear to be one dwarf short.”
Gandalf noted, looking around.
“He is late, is all. He travelled North to a meeting
of our kin. He will come.” Dwalin said, having heard Gandalf’s comment on their
leader being late. Dwalin was Thorin’s right hand man and best friend, if
someone knew where the leader was, it was him. Gandalf was about to answer when
the bell rang once again. Bilbo looked up at Gandalf and whined, already fed up
with the dwarves.
“It cannot be Thorin…” Dwalin said, a frown evident on
his features. “Are we expecting someone else?” Dwalin’s gruff voice asked
“Yes, it must be the last member of this company that
finally found her way!” Gandalf said, before asking Bilbo to go open the door.
“Her?” Bofur noted as he carried a chair into Bilbo’s
dining-room, the other dwarves looking slightly confused at the wizard’s choice
of words. Dwalin and Balin followed Gandalf and Bilbo at the door, the two
brothers’ curiosity winning over their hunger.
Bilbo looked at Gandalf before opening the door to
revealed a small hooded figure. However, the hobbit directly knew that the
figure wasn’t a dwarf. The silhouette was too thin and too elegant to be a
“Good evening. You must be mister Baggins.” A gentle
voice said as the figure removed her hood to reveal the beautiful pale face of
Elen. Bilbo’s cheeks blushed slightly but he nodded his head and stepped aside
to let her step into the house. The half-elf thanked the hobbit and stepped
into the hallway, nodding at Gandalf as Bilbo closed his door.
“My dear Elen!” Gandafl greeted the woman with a kind
“Gandalf, sorry for being late.” Elen said, returning
Gandalf smile then turned back toward Bilbo. “It’s a pleasure to meet you
mister Baggins. I’m Elentari of the Lothlorien.” The woman said before
extending her hand for the hobbit to shake. It was not common for elves to
shake hands but Elen was also of the race of men after all.
Bilbo took her hand and shook it, he jumped in
surprise when their hands touched as her skin was as cold as ice. Elen noticed and
whispered a quick apology. Bilbo smiled and took her cloak of her hands to hang
it close to the door.
“An elf maiden?!” A rough accented voice suddenly
shouted into the hallway. Gandalf looked around to see Dwalin with his hands on
the handle of his sword, ready to fight.
“Lay down your weapon, Dwalin Son of Fundin, Elen is
not a threat.” Gandalf said, already getting annoyed by the dwarves’ reaction
to Elen’s presence.
“How can you say that?! She’s an elf!” Dwalin kept
shouting, getting the others attention. Fili and Kili almost bolted into the
hallway to see the elf maiden. Balin laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder in
hope to calm him down. The other dwarves were watching the scene before them. “And
she’s a woman! Do you really think that Thorin will allow a woman to accompany
us?!” Dwalin growled at the wizard.
“I am indeed an elf, master dwarf.” Elen answered,
circling around Gandalf to step before Dwalin. No trace of fear on her face.
“However, I am only half-elf.”
“Half-elf?” Kili asked, Elen looked at the young
brunette dwarf and smiled kindly at him, nodding her head.
“And I won’t let you judge me over my gender. I might
be a woman but you’ll be surprised of what I’m capable of. I suggest you keep
your sexist comments for yourself, master dwarf.” Elen said as she glared at
“Even if you’re only half-elf you cannot be trusted. No
one can trust an elf!” Dwalin hissed but removed his hand from his sword as his
eyes studied Elen’s gentle and innocent face. Her eyes were particularly
beautiful, they glowed with kindness even if the silver and light blue of her
iris made them look cold. Her face was harmonious as if she had been painted by
Eru himself. No trace of facial hair could be seen on the soft features of her
chin and jaw. Her long silver-blond hair framed her face perfectly, falling in
soft waves down her back. She was a beautiful woman but yet, the company could
see that she wasn’t just a pretty face. She held herself as if nothing could
harm her and her swords and multiples daggers were a proof of her skills.
However, Balin and Dwalin noticed how small she was. She was barely Dwalin’s
height and for an elf that was extremely short.
“I don’t know if I can trust you either, master dwarf.
After all, we do not know each other.” Elen answered, crossing her arms before
her chest and raising an eyebrow sassily at the bald dwarf. Dwalin grunted and
turned away, muttering something about how Thorin won’t like it.
Weirdly, after Dwalin’s departure the other dwarves
went back to their food leaving Balin, Fili and Kili behind as they approached
“Miss, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Balin, at your
service.” A kind old dwarf said and bowed before the woman. Elen smiled and
bowed back before the dwarf.
“Elentári, at yours.” She answered before Fili and
Kili introduced themselves as well. Elen find them funny and weirdly nice
toward her but she wasn’t going to complain. The dwarves followed their friends
in the dining-room and Elen removed her daggers, leaving her sword still tied
around her back. She turned around to look at Gandalf and Bilbo. The hobbit was
looking even more flustered than before as the dwarves started to piled up food
on his table.
“Well… that wasn’t that bad, was it!” Elen stated,
making Bilbo smile and Gandalf sigh.
“Wait for Thorin and we will see…” Gandalf muttered.
After that, the three of them followed the dwarves
into the dining-room and each one of them introduced themselves as they got the
chance to meet Elen properly. They weren’t that bad in Elen’s opinion, even if
a bunch of them were casting her warry looks because of her origins. After all,
she couldn’t blame them. The woman knew what her race had done to them, leaving
them to roam the wild lands homeless and in grief. Elen knew what it felt like
to be rejected by the elves… They weren’t really found of her either. Elen
sighed as she thought about what Gandalf told her the night before leaving the
Lothlorien. She couldn’t simply enter the company and force them to like her
and most of all, she couldn’t tell them that she was the only one that helped
them that day when Smaug attacked their homeland.
“Mr. Gandalf?” Dori called as he approached Gandalf
with a small glass of wine. “A little glass of red wine, as requested. It’s,
eh, got a fruity bouquet.” Dori said with a bright smile and the wizard took
“Ah, Cheers.” Gandalf said and raised his glass.
Gandalf drank the tiny glass of wine then looked sadly at its emptiness,
probably wanting a little more. Elen chuckled as she watched her friend’s sad
face over a glass of wine.
Dori then quickly made his way toward Elen and offered
her a cup of tea, which she gladly accepted and thanked him for his kindness.
The dwarf smiled then joined his friends around Bilbo’s table. The dwarves
started to have a grand feast with all Bilbo’s food. They were throwing food
around and were quite rude and messy about it if you asked Elen. The half-elf
leaned over the doorframe, looking at the mess the dwarves were doing then
turned to look at Bilbo who was about to tear his hair off his head. Bofur
throwed some food to his brother, Bombur, the movement catching Elen’s
“Bombur, catch!” Bofur shouted, throwing an egg at his
brother who caught it directly in his mouth and raised his arms in glee.
Everyone cheered and began to throw food around. Bilbo
walked away in disgust and Elen sent a kind understanding smile his way. He
looked at his pantry in shock; it has been entirely cleared of food. Elen
sighed as Fili walked on top of the table, carrying several cups of ale and
knocking aside the food in his way.
“Who wants an ale? There you go.” Fili shouted over
“Let him have another drink!” Dwalin called to Fili.
“Here you go.” Fili answered then Dwalin poured his
ale into Oin’s hearing trumpet, and as Oin spluttered in anger, everyone else
laughed. Oin put his hearing trumpet to his mouth and blew the ale out of it,
making it squeal weirdly. One of the dwarves yelled, “On the count of three!”
and the dwarves pounded their tankards together. Someone counts, “One! …Two!”
as Elen watched almost feeling dizzy and looked at Gandalf who was laughing at
the dwarves’ behavior over food.
Then all the dwarves went quiet and began drinking
their ale together. They were incredibly messy, as ale fell all over their
faces and ran down their beards. Elen rolled her eyes and crossed her arms
before her chest. When finished drinking, the dwarf began burping making the
poor lady crinkle. The youngest dwarf, Ori, lets out the biggest burp and all
the dwarves laughed. Bilbo looked away in disgust and Elen let out a sigh.
“By Eru…” She muttered and turned away to join Bilbo
into his pillaged pantry. “Mister Baggins?” Elen called, making Bilbo turn
around. The woman smiled at the hobbit who seemed to relax at her presence and
Elen asked the poor hobbit if he was alright.
“I will be when all these dwarves will be out of my
house.” Bilbo answered grumpily. Elen laughed at his words and laid a gentle
hand on his shoulder.
“They are indeed… quite loud.” Elen said not finding
another word to define the merry troupe. Bilbo chuckled at her choice of words
then suddenly start stuttering.
“Oh… I’m very sorry! I didn’t ask you if you wanted
something to eat, my lady! Where are my manners!” Bilbo said as he looked
around the pantry.
“Do not fret, mister Baggins. I am not in need of eating
as much as the dwarves.” Elen answered with a kind giggle. Bilbo looked at her and
smiled, looking exhausted. “and Elentári or just Elen is fine.” She added.
Bilbo nodded his head.
“Then call me Bilbo, my lady… I mean… Elen.” Bilbo
stuttered, making the woman smile and chuckle once again. “I made some soup
earlier, I think this is the only thing they did not find interest in.” Bilbo
added and gestured for Elen to follow him into his kitchen.
When the meal
finished, the dwarves left the table and began to walk about Bilbo’s house.
Elen was sitting at the kitchen table, eating her soup quietly as Bofur and
Nori entered the room. Bofur smiled at her and Elen couldn’t help but stare at
his funny hat.
“I love your hat.” She spoke up, grinning at Bofur.
“Why thank you, lass.” Bofur answered with a bright
grin as Bilbo grabbed a doily back from Nori.
“Excuse me, that is a doily, not a dishcloth!” Bilbo
said in exasperation, trying to see if the doily was damaged.
“But it’s full of holes!” Bofur exclaimed, eyeing
Bilbo skeptically. Elen could tell that this dwarf was a cheeky one as she saw
the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“It’s supposed to look like that, it’s crochet.” Bilbo
answered as a matter of fact.
“Oh, and a wonderful game it is too, if you got the
balls for it.” Bofur said cheekily and grinned at his other fellows as they
laughed, even Elen chuckled as she got up to clean her now empty plate.
“Bebother and confusticate these dwarves!” Bilbo
exclaimed, on the verge of breaking down and maybe commit mass murder.
“My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?” Gandalf
asked as he entered the kitchen, the wizard had to bend in order to stand in
the house as he was way too tall for the hobbit hole. Bilbo looked at Gandalf
“What’s the matter? I’m surrounded by dwarves. What
are they doing here?” Bilbo shrieked and that is when Elen understood. Gandalf didn’t
tell him about the quest.
“Gandalf! You didn’t tell our host about what you were
planning?” Elen asked in an accusing tone as she walked to follow the hobbit
and the wizard.
“Oh, they’re quite a merry gathering, once you get
used to them.” Gandalf answered Bilbo, ignoring Elen’s comment. The woman
huffed at the wizard’s antics as Bofur grabbed the chain of sausages that was
holding Nori and they started to play tugofwar with the sausages. Bilbo
turned around and left the kitchen to reach the hallway, Gandalf and Elen
“I don’t want to get used to them.” Bilbo said
angrily. “The state of my kitchen! There’s mud trod into the carpet, they’ve
pipillaged the pantry.” The hobbit stuttered out of anger. “I’m not even going
to tell you what they’ve done in the bathroom; they’ve all but destroyed the
plumbing. I don’t understand what they’re doing in my house!”
Elen was about to answer him when Ori appeared before
Bilbo, holding his plate in confusion.
“Excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt, but what should I
do with my plate?” Ori asked Bilbo who didn’t have the time to answer as Fili
appeared next to them.
“Here you go, Ori, give it to me.” Fili said as he
took the plate from Ori and threw it behind his back to his brother who threw
it Bifur’s way. The dwarf caught it behind his back, without even looking at
it. Kili, Fili, and other dwarves began throwing the plates, bowls, and
utensils to each other, eventually throwing them to the sink to be washed. As
dishware flew around, Gandalf and Elen ducked to avoid getting hit. Elen smiled
at the dwarves’ skills and chuckled to herself next to Gandalf.
“Excuse me, that’s my mother’s West Farthing crockery,
it’s over a hundred years old!” Bilbo shouted in fear. Elen knew that for the hobbit
this was too much.
The dwarves who remained at the tablet began rhythmically
drumming on the tablet with utensils and their fists. They used the knives and
forks, hitting them together.
“And cancan you not do that? You’ll blunt them!” Bilbo
quickly asked out to the dwarves.
“Ooh, you hear that, lads? He says we’ll blunt the
knives.” Bofur said sarcastically, making Elen roll her eyes for the hundredth times
this evening. This is when the dwarves started to sing to Elen’s amusement.
knives, bend the forks
bottles and burn the corks
glasses and crack the plates
Bilbo Baggins hates!
Cut the cloth
and tread on the fat
bones on the bedroom mat
Pour the milk
on the pantry floor
wine on every door
crocks in a boiling bowl
Pound them up
with a thumping pole
finished, if any are whole
Send them down
the hall to roll
Bilbo Baggins hates!”
Elen laughed as she followed the dwarves around during
the song, ducking here and there in order to avoid the flying dishes. She found
herself back in the kitchen, the dwarves laughing as the song ended and Gandalf
sitting at the table with them. Bilbo huffed up in anger, only to find all the
dishes stacked neatly and cleanly on the kitchen table. The dwarves and Gandalf
kept laughing happily when suddenly, there were three loud knocks on the door,
and everyone fell silent. Elen looked around and her eyes met Gandalf’s. He
looked at her with a mix of anticipation and amusement.
“He is here.” The wizard said and Elen couldn’t help
but swallow hard as she looked at the door from her spot in the kitchen.
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A/N: Hi guys!! So this story is a full fanfiction I finally had the guts to write down. I’ve been thinking about this fanfic for 3 years now and I decided to finally post it on my Wattpas account and on here! I hope that you will enjoy it!
Elentári (will remain a
mystery for now, even if some of you might know who this is in the
meaning ; « star »
Irmo: “Master of Visions and Dreams.
Originally named Irmo, but referred to more commonly as Lórien, after his
dwelling place. Lórien and Mandos are the Fëanturi, masters of spirits. Lórien,
the younger, is the master of visions and dreams. His gardens in the land of
the Valar, where he dwells with his spouse Estë, are the fairest place in the
world and are filled with many spirits. All those who dwell in Valinor find
rest and refreshment at the fountain of Irmo and Estë. Since he is the master
of dreams, he and his servants are well-aware of the hopes and dreams of the
children of Eru. Olórin, or Gandalf, prior to his assignment by Manwë to a role
as one of the Istari, was a Maia long taught in the gardens of Lórien.” (Source:
The air was laden with heat. The sky was shining
brightly. The stars were dancing around the moon above the peaceful kingdom of
Lothlórien. The elves were already fast asleep as Irmo ruled over their dreams.
The light that lit the majestic trees was faint but enough to grant a safe
passage through the night. The guards nodded their respect as a tall grey
figure ascended the trees, stepping carefully over each suspended step. The
silhouette reached the top of the biggest tree, entering the royal chambers
without hesitation as no one dared to stop him or question his presence.
The grey figure advanced on the white platform,
purposely staying away from the edge. He removed his pointed grey hat and
smiled kindly as he approached a small silhouette over the edge of the higher
platform. The small woman was lost in her thoughts while watching the stars
shine above her head. She seemed at peace but deep down a great solitude
gripped her heart. She has been roaming the earth for a long time and yet she
did not find her real purpose. As she watched the stars, she couldn’t help but
ask herself who she truly was. The girl sighed as she tore her eyes away from
the sky, feeling the soft blue runes wash away from her skin slowly. The grey
silhouette stopped behind her, the smile never leaving his lips as he spoke up
for the first time that night.
“My dear child.” His voice said, kindness filling the
air around the two lonely figures.
“Mithrandir.” The girl answered, a knowing smirk
gracing her features as all trace of loneliness vanished from her heart.
“I thought that you preferred my other name, dear
Elen.” Gandalf said as he carefully sat next to the small woman. Elen chuckled
to herself then raised her face to look at her friend.
“You mean that you prefer your other name, my friend!”
She answered the grey wizard with a cheeky smile and a raised eyebrow.
Gandalf laughed at her antics, her behavior slightly
diverging from one of an elf. Ellen was smart and caring like an elf but she
was also stubborn and reckless like a daughter of men. However, her courage and
her beauty was something that all admire. The wizard laid a gentle hand on the
small woman’s shoulder and she smiled brightly at him.
“It’s good to see you, Elen.” Gandalf said, taking his
pipe out of his cloak and lit it.
“And it’s good to see you too, Gandalf.” Elen
answered. “What brings you here, if I may ask?” Gandalf puffed on his pipe for
a while, his eyes trailing over the landscape that spread before them.
“I am here because I seek your help, dear friend.” At
his words, Elen raised her eyebrows in wonder.
“My help?” She asked the wizard.
“Yes, my dear. I need your help for an adventure.”
Gandalf said, puffing on his pipe once again.
“Well… an adventure, indeed.” Elen laughed, catching
the wizard’s attention. “There’s always an adventure going on with you.”
“Not always.” Gandalf said as he tried to argue with
the girl. Elen laughed again and shook her head.
“What is this adventure truly about?” The girl asked,
smiling at the wizard knowingly. Gandalf suddenly looked serious, his eyes
falling on Elen who was observing him closely.
“I am aware of what I am asking of you, Elen. I know
that this quest could as well end your loneliness or end your life.”
“What a beautiful way to encourage your friend to follow
you, Gandalf.” Elen said, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t want to lie to you, Elen. However, I think
that your choice is already made.” Elen frowned and turned her head to look at
“What do you mean?”
“You already swore to protect the line of Durin. You were
the only one among the elves who wanted to help the dwarves of Erebor, I am
certain that your decision is already taken.”
“So, this is what it is about… Erebor.” Elen sighed
and looked once again upon the peaceful kingdom.
“Yes… the dragon needs to be dealt with. And the
dwarves have to take back their homeland. I am sure that you agree with me on
this.” Gandalf continued, puffing on his pipe. Elen nodded her head.
“However, Gandalf. Do you really think that Thorin Son
of Thrain will agree to have me on this quest? His hate for the elves is strong
and even if I’m only half-elf…” Her voice trailed off as the rest of her
sentence was rather obvious in her opinion.
“Thorin will have to agree, my dear. He doesn’t know
it yet but he needs you.” The old wizard said, smiling at the half-breed.
“Well…” Elen sighed. “Alright then, where are we
going?” The woman asked with a cheeky smirk on her features even if she knew
that this adventure would change her life forever. Gandalf let out a sigh of relief
and smiled at his friend.
“The Shire, my dear.”
“The Shire?” Elen asked. “You’re always speaking in
riddles…” The girl muttered, making the wizard chuckle.
“For the task I have in mind, we will need a burglar
and hobbits are light on their feet.” Gandalf answered, making Elen nod in
“You already have someone in mind, haven’t you?”
“Yes. Bilbo Baggins, an old friend of mine.” Elen
nodded again at Gandalf’s answer and got up swiftly on her feet.
“Very well then…” Was all Elen answered as she quickly
made her way toward her chambers.
“Elentári, my dear.” Gandalf called out before the
girl could disappear. She turned around and waited for him to keep talking.
“You should speak with your mother before we leave.” Elen nodded her head and
disappeared into the night.
Gandalf smiled, reassured to have her on this quest.
They will all need her, even if they did not know it yet.
Whimsical hobbit house built by Stuart Grant. Located near Tomich, Scotland, he constructed his own real-life Hobbit house with a magical-looking outside and impressive interior. Built in the 1980s, the exterior of the home is completely covered in moss and has a large rounded door. Low ceilings and cozy furnishings make you feel like you’re living among the underground. Outside you can enjoy a cheery pond and greenhouse.
I’m so disappointed when elves in fiction are merely immortal humans with pointy ears, and dwarves are just short humans with beards. Perhaps others enjoy it, but I am bored of banal human conflicts and vices projected ad nauseam onto supposedly inhuman races.
I want to see things that really make me believe elves and dwarves and other fantasy races aren’t just disguised humans. Show me strange biology, incomprehensible minds, impossible virtues and unthinkable sins, oddities and curiosities of all kinds.
I think that’s what drew me to Tolkien’s races, who have exactly those kinds of quirks that set them apart from ordinary humans - like dwarves having only 1/3 of their race female, or elves being capable of telepathy. I love fic that explores the consequences of these strange characteristics most of all.