Dance Of Darkness And Light

Chapter 3: A Party Of Unexpected

A/N: Disclaimer - see Chapter 1

A little longer chapter this time. As always, big thanks to NixNox .

Chapter 3: A Party Of Unexpected

It had been a couple of days since Linshara had arrived to this strange world. Gandalf had been extremely helpful in bringing her up to speed on who was who and what was what. Only it was such a myriad of information to process that it left the Jedi rather exhausted. On top of that, she'd learned that the focus crystal in her lightsaber aswell as the upper part of its hilt had been shattered. She was effectively weaponless. Well, unless she could find a replacement crystal and skilled enough hands to craft the rest of the hilt.

All in all she felt as if a part of her was missing, having no lightsaber. That combined with the fact she was in an unknown world with only one ally left her feeling rather lost. Which in itself was quite unnerving, being that she was a Jedi. Adapting to a situation was mandatory. Gandalf had taken her to Bree, provided her with some coin so that she could buy some clothes that would allow her to blend into the surroundings better while he performed an odd spell here and there to make most people she encountered forget her outlandish appearance until she was changed.

Once she'd acquired a bundle of clothing, she'd gotten a room at a local Inn, called the Prancing Pony. Finally alone she went about properly inspecting her injuries, taking stock of whatever equipment she had on her that was in salvageable condition. Gandalf had healed her rather decently, though she would need to expend some energy through force healing aswell to finish the job, mostly to fix the burned flesh of her torso and left side of her neck.

Knowing Gandalf would be gone most of the day and probably into the next, she had managed to have a bath drawn for herself got cleaned up and returned to her room for a night of meditation and self healing before she met with Gandalf. Then he said he would take her to the Shire to meet Thorin and his Dwarven company.

It was indeed the next morning when she heard knocking at her door. Having already been up doing meditation and dressing in her new outfit, Linshara calmly called. "Enter."

As the door opened Gandalf ambled through. "Good morning, my dear. I trust you are well."

She nodded, "well enough. I've managed to heal myself fully and get a proper nights rest finally. Only a few burns and scars left here and there. But I think I will leave them...as a reminder."

The wizard nodded. "To remember the past." His face darkened a little, "remember to not let it keep you trapped within itself. But remember it still."

She'd caught his blue eyes reminiscing on an event or few of his own past. Even if she wasn't a user of the force she'd know words of experience when she heard them.

So, she sobered. "Tell me, is this fitting an adventurer of this land?"

She turned around to show him her new outfit. Dark brown leather, lace up boots, slightly lighter brown, heavy fabric pants, a jute coloured shirt which had a hood attached to it topped over with a surprisingly well tailored black waistcoat and a long brown duster style coat. She'd kept her fairly simple leather belt with the assortment of pouches in which were her fingerless gloves, for one. Her golden blond hair was pulled back at the sides into a braid at the back, the rest falling free to under her shoulder blades, with a few shorter strands framing her temples down to her chin.

He smiled kindly at her and nodded, "it will do well, my dear. Are you ready to travel? I have brought breakfast to take with us."

Linshara nodded, "I'm ready." Then a thought occured to her, "how will we travel?"