The Edge Of the Wild (Hobbit fanfic)

Chapter 11:Not a hobbit?

Ulaalsias POV

I gazed upon the beautiful elf in disbelief. There was no way I couldn't be anything else. "Excuse me my lady but I think you have a mistake here. I have always been a hobbit. My mother and father were hobbits and my uncle is a hobbit. I can't be anything else." She smiled at me, her teeth whiter than snow and her hair was like gold.
"My dear child, if you were a hobbit you would have hairy feet would you not?" I stared down at my own dainty feet. Not a single trace of a curly hair. I looked back at her. "I guess so...." she walked to me and circled me. "And you would have brown hair would you not?" I fingered at my long, midnight black hair that reached past my waist." Your body structure is like that of mortal woman, short but elegant. And your ears..."

"What's wrong with my ears?" I clapped them both as if they were about to fall off. "They are like nothing I've ever seen before. They are short, like a dwarves. But yet so elegant and pointed like elven ears. " soon everything started to come together. I had always been the tallest out of all the hobbit children, always picked on for having strange ears by the older children.
"Oh my...you're right! I'm no hobbit!" I ran away from her and headed straight for my room. I wasn't looking where I was going and ran straight into Thorin, my eyes filling with tears of confusion. I looked straight at him before running to my room and slamming the door.
"Ulaalsia? Open the door." Thorin knocked on the other side of the door.

Gandalfs POV

"Mithrandir. I had no idea Lord Elrond had sent for you" I stood before Lady Galdriel was she walked over to me smiling.
"He didn't. I did." I turned towards the doorway to see one of my old friends.
"Saruman." The White haired wizard walked over to the table and sat down propping himself with his arms on the stone table.

"You've been busy of late, my friend.Tell me, Gandalf...did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?"

"Unnoticed? No. I'm simply doing what I feel to be right."

"The dragon has long been on your mind." I nodded my head. All I have been thinking about recently is that dragon.

"That is true, my lady."

"Smaug owes allegiance to no one. But if he should side with the enemy...a dragon could be used to terrible effect." I pointed out. Sarah who wasn't paying attention finally sat up straight and listened

"What enemy? Gandalf, the enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished.He can never regain his full strength. Gandalf, for 400 years we have lived in peace...hard-won, watchful peace." Saruman stood up, his face frowning.

"Are we? Are we at peace? Trolls have come down from the mountains. They are raiding villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked us on the road. Hardly a prelude to war.

"Always you must meddle...looking for trouble where none exists."

"Let him speak." Lady Galadriel showed no emotion in her face but I could tell something was worrying her.

"There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug. Something far more powerful. We can remain blind to it, but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you.
A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood. And they say..."

"Well? Don't stop now. Tell us what the woodsmen say." Elrond snapped at me.

"They speak of a Necromancer living in Dol Guldur. A sorcerer who can summon the dead."

"That's absurd.No such power exists in this world. This Necromancer is nothing more
than a mortal man. A conjurer dabbling in black magic."

"And so I thought too. But Radagast has seen..."

"Radagast? Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown. He's a foolish fellow." Saruman huffed.
"Well, he's odd, I grant you. He lives a solitary life."

"It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms. They've addled his brain and yellowed his teeth. I've warned him. It is unbefitting one of the Istari to be wandering the woods..." But I stopped listening to his rambling.

"You carry something. It came to you from Radagast. He found it in Dol Guldur." Lady Galadriel spoke in my mind.

"Yes." My eyes directly met hers.

"Show me." I took out the package from my robe and put it on the table m

"Listen to me. I would think I was talking to myself for all the attention that he paid.
By all means..." Saruman stopped and stared and the package knotted up in string.

"What is that?" Elrond untied the package to reveal a thin, blackened sword.

"A relic of Mordor. A Morgul Blade. Made for the Witchking of Angmar.And buried with him. When Angmar fell... the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed...and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. " Elrond backed away from the sword, knowing it had dark magic upon it.

"Deep within the rock they buried him... in a tomb so dark...it would never come to light."

This is not possible. A powerful spell lies upon those tombs. They cannot be opened.

"What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar's grave?" Saruman paced back and forth from the table. I shook my head.
"I have none. Because there is none."

"Let us examine what we know. A single Orc pack...has dared to cross the Bruinen. A dagger from a bygone age has been found. And a human sorcerer who calls himself
"The Necromancer"."

Thorins POV

I knocked on Ulaalsias door. "Ulaalsia! Open the door." I heard sniffles and sobs from behind the door. I turned the door handle and the door opened for me. I poked my head round the door finding her curled in a ball on the floor, her head in her knees and her hair covering her face. "Are you ok?" I walked over to her and sat down next to her.
"No...I'm not ok..." she started sobbing heavily. I grabbed a hanky from the wash table in her room and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She squeaked, her voice sounding sore and dry.
"Calm down and tell me what's wrong." She sighed deeply. "I just found out that I'm not a hobbit. My life has been a lie! I have never known my true parents and the man who raised me isn't even my blood uncle!" She screamed at me. I stared at her surprised. "So what are you then?" She shook her head furiously. "I don't know." She started sobbing again. I stood up beside her and picked her up. I then sat down on her bed and soothed her until she fell asleep. I crept out of her room and walked to my own room. Why can't I get her out of my head? Why do I feel strange when I'm near her? What is wrong with me?

Authors note

Hey guys! How y'all doing?
I asked Land_of_elvish who translates word into Sindarin kindly to create a name for Ulaalsias sword. As you may remember her sword handle is wrapped in the scale Smaug lost. So I said to her can you give it a dragon related title. And she gave me this. I really like the name because her sword is very sharp (like a dragons claw)
The next chapter is going to be about her naming her sword. Hope you like it 😊

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