Short Affections (Thorin x Reader x Bilbo) Book 1 of 3

Chapter [11]

Chapter 11

As you made it down onto the circular platform. You couldn't help but notice how peaceful it was. No threat of Orc packs, no nothing. Just the sound of birds chirping and water falling.

You watched as the dwarves wandered and looked around.
An elf made his way down to greet them. "Mithrandir."

The dwarves all turned to the one who spoke.

The elf began to speak in his own tongue.

Another horn sounded behind the company, the dwarves all turned to the new comers. Thorin yelled something and all the dwarves formed a protective circle around Bilbo. Thorin kept you by his side. The elves surrounded all of you. Then, a familiar face appeared from the crowd of elves. "Gandalf."

"Lord Elrond."

They spoke. Then he turned to Thorin and you. But as soon as his eyes landed on your bruised and blood stained wrists, his eyes widened and began to walk up to you, but Thorin place his sword in between the two of you. Elrond did not seem bothered by the sword. "(Y/n), Nin meld Mellon... what gar-hin dwarves done na cin? Cin should ú- n- in a condition hi."

You couldn't understand a word he said...

A small amount of hurt crossed his face when he realized you didn't know what he said. "We have been expecting you for some time now, although I did not expect to see you in such a low state... There is someone waiting for you, you must come immediately."

"Thorin, lower your sword and let (Y/n) go, she is needed else where at the moment." Gandalf said. Thorin lowered his sword and glared at the two of you as you walked away.

You didn't question how he knew your name, you just walked in silence. He stopped suddenly. You're in the counseling room... and there stood Lady Galadriel. Her stunning white dress flowing behind her as she descended toward you. "Lady Galadriel." You whispered. You bowed slightly, but she brought you back up. "(Y/n), do not bow to me, you bow to no one, for you belong to no one."

She smiled, but it soon slipped away from her graceful face as her gaze landed on your wrists. "You were not supposed to be imprisoned like this again... you were supposed to have landed here when you came."

A look of confusion crossed your face. "What do you mean?"

"I am the one who summoned you here, as I did 1,000's of years ago, and many more times before that... you had no problems transporting to this room any other time."

"What do you mean? I've never been here before." More confusion built up in your mind.

Her eyes widened as she looked at you. "You do not remember?"

You shook your head 'no'.

Galadriel walked to the round table and placed a hand on it's cool surface. "You were named Rasha, not (Y/n). Your appearance has not changed. Nor your spirit. You." She looked into your eyes, a smile forming on her face again. "You were the one that slain the Great Dragon. Ancalagon the Black."

You shook your head again. "Eärendil was the one who killed Ancalagon."

"No, it was you, you told us not to write your name into history, but instead, to write you down as Eärendil. You made an oath with Middle Earth. If we are ever in need, or the darkness returned to the world, you would come back, and now, after a 1,000 years, we are in need of your aid again, the darkness has come back to the lands. You are the only one who can save us, I do not know what it is, but it is strong. But we can not proceed while you are imprisoned to Thorin Oakenshield. We will meet again (Y/n), but until then, farewell." She said. You blinked, and she was gone.

Lord Elrond had lead you back to the company, who are in the dining room... Well it wasn't really a dining room, there were no ceilings or walls, but when you left the counseling room, you couldn't help but notice a small figure in red hiding behind a pillar that was right by the door frame, which lead to the room you just left.

Once you arrived, you were seated at one of the tables.

A plate of vegetation was placed in front of you. You listened to Dori, who was trying to get Ori to eat his vegetables.

Then something in particular caught your attention. Kili had just mistaken a guy for a she-elf. Laughter erupted from the table. Your shoulder shook as you silently laughed. You watched as Oin stuffed his napkin in his ear piece. Trying to block out the music.

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"(Y/n), Nin meld Mellon... what gar-hin dwarves done na cin? Cin should ú- n- in a condition hi."
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"(Y/n), my dear friend... what have these dwarves done to you? You should not be in a condition this low."

(I suck at Elvish)