Summary: Ninfea Evanna Potter, the girl-who-lived, the chosen one has finally defeated the dark Lord Voldemort, however when she went to the Headmaster's office to Snape's portrait about leaving the Wizarding World she trips and accidentally touches...
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Chapter Eleven, Departing Ways
"YOUR WHAT?!" Kili and Bilbo shouted. "You can't go Ninth, Sauron and the Nine are there you'll get hurt or, or worse-" Bilbo stopped and closed his eyes he couldn't bare the thought of his friend who he saw as a little sister die, just the thought of it made a shiver race down his spine. "I know and that is why I must go. My Ada and my Daennana are there and she will spend much of her power to save Gandalf and fight against Sauron. I can't... I won't lose anyone else." Ninfea said fiercely her eyes filled with the pain of the war and those she'd lost. Elrohir and Elladan held their baby sister close to them trying to protect her from her memories that still haunted her. "You are not alone anymore Ninth how much must we tell you this. None of us will ever leave you I promise." Elrohir promised he hated seeing her like this.
"You cannot promise me that! You can't promise what you may not be able to keep! War is coming!" Ninfea cried pushing back from her brothers to look them in the eye. "The dwarves need to leave Bolg will be here soon and they need to be gone by then, and I need to get to Dol Guldur Sauron has sent out his army." Ninfea went over to the company reaching into her bag and handed Bofur the food. "That should tie you over till I can get back Bofur but use it sparingly I cannot magic food out of thin air and you must not steal any before you leave or you will be caught." She said as Bofur nodded and carefully put the food away.
"Bard you must let them leave now, I'll cast a spell on them so they won't be seen by anyone. They need to leave, if they are still here when the orcs attack you'll be endangering your children's lives. I promise they won't be seen." Bard looked at her carefully for a long time but he could see the sincerity in her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. "Very well. How are you getting to that foul place?" He asked with fatherly concern he didn't like the idea of a young elfling travelling or being anywhere near that foul place. "As my father and grandmother are there I can concentrate on their magic and life force and teleport there." Ninfea answered strapping her quiver of never ending arrows and bow to her back.
"You're NOT going Ninfea and that is the end of it!" Elladan snapped at his youngest sibling. "I know Adar and Daennana are there but they can handle themselves Ninth, you know this, especially Daennana she was the first elf created by the Vallar and is over seven thousand years old and is exceptionally powerful. She is the Lady of Light and the Lady of Lothlórien. We won't lose them I promise you; you've seen it Ninth she just spends much of her power but recovers when she is in Lothlórien and with Daerada again. They will not want you to risk your life for them Ninth."
"But...but I have to go! I can't lose anybody else Dan I just can't. I-I've lost too many people. I won't lose another Ada I won't!" Ninfea sobbed tears streaming down her pale face Elladan pulled her into his arms as she sobbed into his chest Elrohir wrapping his arms around her from behind as she finally let out all the pain and loss she bottled up. The dwarves looked on not knowing quite what to do as they looked at the young elfling who'd lost so much at a tender age as they finally saw her as the warrior she was. "Oh, Muinthel!" Elladan and Elrhoir held their sobbing sister. "Why did you not tell us you felt this way? You know Adar and Daennana will do everything they can to stay alive they will not want to lose you either. You've seen they're still alive Daennana just spends much of her power but when she gets home to Lothlórien she's fine. Please do not work yourself up so much."
"What-what did the lass mean when she said she can't lose another A-Ada?" Nori asked hesitantly ignoring Dori's outraged exclamation and slap to the back of the head. Arwen sighed and took her sister from their brothers and held her in her arms as she sat down on the sofa in between Kîli and Bilbo. "It means that our sister has lost so much, too much. She's been fighting in a war since she was only fourteen, trained since she was eleven when she first killed someone to five years ago when she was only seventeen she'd given up on life, oh she'd won the war but at a great loss. The Vallar seeing she was actually Lord Elrond's niece brought her here to be with him where he adopted her like one of his own and became our sister." Arwen sighed feeling more tired then she'd felt in a long time as she tried to calm her sister.
"When she was one, only a babe a Dark Lord came to her house where her parents were hiding to protect her, they were betrayed by whom they thought was a dear friend-" she was interrupted by Ninfea who carried on with the story though staying in her sister's arms. "My birth father he was playing with me at the time and had just passed me to my mother so I can be put to bed when the door was blown of its hinges. My father grabbed his wand and ran into the hall to fight him to give my mum time to escape with me but we couldn't get out, so she ran upstairs with me to the nursery.
We'd just reached the landing when-when he killed my father and came after us my mother barricaded the door and placed me in the cot, she told me that her and my dad loved me and to be safe and be strong when the door was blown to pieces. She begged him to spare me and kill her instead but he wouldn't listen and killed her and turned his wand to me and fired the same curse but the sacrifice of my mum and dad had enacted olde Magick and I was protected the curse rebounded and hit him and his soul was torn from his body, I was left with just a lightning bolt scar on my forehead." Ninfea finished looking down at her hands.
There was a moment of silence in the house as everyone looked at the elfling who remembered her parents gruesome murder when she was only a babe. "You-you remember your parents deaths?" Bard asked shocked and saddened for the poor girl. Ninfea raised her head and Bard had to reframe from flinching at the dead look in her eyes as she nodded. "Every word, every moment." Ninfea stood up and wiped her eyes and made her way over to the dwarves. "I'm going to cast a temporary notice me not spell it'll last until you get out of Laketown so you must not stop otherwise you will be caught." She said sternly as she waved her hand in a complex motion over the company.
"There now go." Ninfea said stepping back with her hands on her hips. "Ninth please come with us, they'll be fine I don't want to lose my friend, my little sister." Bilbo pleaded as he hugged her. "I'm sorry Bilbo but I have to go, but I'll see you soon I promise." Ninfea smiled weakly, Bilbo sighed and nodded his head he knew there was no changing her mind once it was set on something and said his goodbyes as he followed the company out the door. Kîli looked from his brother who was waiting outside for him and his One who was going somewhere where he could not protect her and made up his mind. Looking down at the stone his mother gave him in his hand he made his way over to Ninfea who was being hugged by Bard's youngest daughter.
"Ninfea?" Kîli called gathering her attention to him as she looked up from her conversation with the two girls. "As there's no stopping you from going to that foul place and I know that I cannot go with you no matter how much I want to. I want you to have this." He finished holding his hand out to Ninfea and placing the stone in her smaller outstretched hand. "What is it?" She asked confused as she looked at the stone in her hand that had Dwarvish runes carved into it. "It's a promise that I'll always be there for you. And I'll be waiting for you at The Lonely Mountain, I just want you to promise me that you'll come to The Lonely Mountain, to come back to me." Ninfea looked up at Kîli her eyes filling with tears as she safely placed the stone in her bag after holding it to her chest.
"I promise. And Kîli just be careful." "Always am." Kîli smirked and kissed the bag of her hand, nodding to everyone else he made his way out of the house joining his brother and the rest of the company hoping that he hadn't made a mistake in letting Ninfea go to that foul place alone.
