Emerge the Dragonborn | The Hobbit

Chapter 13 - The White Council

    The Lady of the Wood leant forward and placed a gentle kiss upon the child's forehead.

    "Farewell, Anaynah. Our paths shall traverse again, I shall await the day eagerly.

    Galadriel stood with a final squeeze of Anaynahs delicate hands. With a warm grin, she turned to retreat into the building. In the doorway, another Elf stood with long white hair. As Galadriel walked past him, he bowed his head to her in respect.

    Haldir turned to Anaynah who still waited in the same spot Galadriel had left her. As his eyes fell upon the child, he offered his hand out to her, a kind smile across his face.

    "Come, little one. Let us take our leave of the cold."

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Present Day,
Rivendell

    Stomping through the pathways was a highly frustrated ranger. Her head was confuddled with thoughts, she could not think straight after her argument with her father.

    After retreating to her chambers to try to calm down, Anaynah decided it was time for her to join the rest of her company.

    As she made her way to where her company had been resting, a certain Hobbit had been eavesdropping upon Elrond and Gandalf's conversation... As well as a certain dwarf.

    "What will happen if your plan should fail? Should you wake the beast? I know what your intentions are. I know what it is you will ask of Anaynah."
Bilbo now listened even more intently. Why did Elrond mention his companion? What were Gandalf's intentions he spoke of?
"You put my daughter in such peril. You think I will allow this?"

    Thorin's eyes widened as he made the connection.
Daughter?
It did not make any sense.

    "It is not your choice to make. We all knew a time will come when she must arise. When she must play her role in our world." Gandalf urged.

    Elronds expression was pained as he thought of the stress of the situation.

    "She will not Ascend." Elrond sighed.

    Ascend? Ascend to what?
Bilbo was utterly perplexed, Thorin was too.

    "No, she will not. I'm afraid she will never choose to. But she has already Emerged. And I fear that he already has a grasp on her mind." Gandalf's heart sank as he spoke the dreaded truth, "Which is why it is of the utmost importance to once and for all let her take full form. It is time for her to play her role in the fate of the world."

    Bilbo's soul nearly left his body when he noticed Thorin had been standing right behind him, listening as intently as he was.

    "Whether she chooses to fight this battle or not, it is a dangerous move Gandalf..."

    Now a third party listened to this conversation. Perched at the top of the stairwell where Thorin and Bilbo were, Anaynah too eavesdropped.

"...a strain of madness runs deep in that family, his father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakensheild will not also fall?"

    Anaynah squirmed at her father's harsh words. Though Thorin's face held no readable expression, she knew exactly what he was feeling. For it is the same thing she had felt since the day she became aware of her destiny. She knew everyone around her feared she would follow the path of Ariman...
They all asked the same question; Would she succumb to the same corruption?

    And for that reason, Anaynah pitied Thorin. She pitied the fact that so many did not believe in him, so many simply concluded that he too will share the same fate as his predecessor.