Chapter 3 - House of Beorn

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"Fear not, Anaynah. We will guide you, teach you, and help you find the balance you seek. This does not define you; it's the choices you make in the present. The White Council all have put their trust in you. We all believe you can prevail against this prophecy with the right guidance. "

Tears streamed down Anaynah's face as she felt the depth of Elrond's belief in her. But her eyes narrowed, her anger intensifying.

"No! I've had enough of your empty reassurances! I don't need your guidance or this cursed power!"

Elrond's voice remained calm, but a hint of worry seeped through.

"Anaynah, I understand your rage, but the prophecy cannot be changed. You need to control this. You must control your emotion, harness your power. You must face your fate. It is your responsibility. You are no longer Anaynah Elrenniel [Daughter of Elrond], but Anaynah Dovahkin. That is your destiny. That is your fate, and you cannot run from it."

Anaynah's fists clenched, her voice dripping with defiance.

"Fate? I reject this twisted destiny! I won't be a pawn in this wicked game. Who are you to tell me what path I must lead?" Anaynah's voice dripped with venom, a darkness Elrond had never witnessed before. It frightened him to think this is but a taste of what was to come.

"Who am I? Anaynah, I am your father, and I only ever seek to do what is best for you," Elrond responded, his words filled with a mix of sadness and hope.

A brief silence hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Anaynah hesitated, knowing her next words would cut through Elrond like a blade. With a deep breath, a final tear traced a path down her cheek as she spoke.

"No. You were never my father. You have raised me as a pig for the slaughter."

Elrond felt as if he had been struck in the chest, the pain unfathomable. His beloved child could no longer see him as her father, and her anguish was unbearable. Words failed him as Anaynah flung the door open, disappearing into the night, leaving behind a room shrouded in darkness and uncertainty

Present Day,
Beorns House

As the first rays of sunlight gently kissed Anaynah's face, she stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to a world of enchantment. Nestled amidst a sprawling forest, the house stood tall and majestic, seemingly one with nature.

The air was alive with the melodies of chirping birds and the sweet fragrance of wildflowers. Sunlight filtered through the lush canopy, casting a warm golden glow upon the surroundings into the house. If one could even call it a house, with the array of animals one would think it to be the barn. Nonetheless, Beorn's house was certainly cozy and homely.

"Bilbo!"

Anaynah scolded as she saw the halfling swatting away at the giant bees that buzzed around his face, "do not hurt them. Come, let's find the others."

It did not take long as they wandered through the barn, for the sound of arguing Dwarves was distinct.

"I say we should leg it, slip out the back way," she overheard Nori suggest as she approached the crew.
Sensing her confusion, Kili firmly clasped her wrist and guided her toward the window, gesturing to what lay beyond. There, she saw a burly figure wielding an axe, chopping logs. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined the brute's potential anger if he were to be unhappy with the fact that they had taken up hospitality in his house the previous night.

"I'm not running from anyone, beast or not, Dwalin retorted to Nori, gripping his arm firmly.

"There is no point in arguing," Gandalf chimed in as Nori went to argue further, "we cannot pass through the woodland without Beorn's help! We'll be hunted down before we even get to the forest," he explained, his gaze shifting to Anaynah and Bilbo, who had just joined the group.
"Ah, Anaynah and Bilbo there you are. Now, this will require some delicate handling, you must tread very carefully. The last person to have startled him was torn to shreds," he cautioned, causing the company to exchange worried and baffled glances. "I will go first and Bilbo and Anaynah, you come with me," he gestured to the Hobbit and the Ranger, both of them widening their eyes after the recent warning.

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