A Daughter of Warriors (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Chapter 1-Tales of a Ghost...Man...Thing...

25 years later

Is this a good idea? No

Was I going to make it out of this alive? Probably not

Am I still going forward with this idiotic plan? Yes.

The great walls of Dol Goldur stood before me and I felt a shiver run through my spine. The deafening quiet rung in my ears as I looked upon the what was once a beautiful city now lain to ruins.

Why was I even here in the first place? Well the answer to that would be Gandalf. He had sent me here to scout the place and report back to him but he had only asked for me to survey the surrounding area; not to go into the ruins. But surely Gandalf should have known that I wouldn't listen to him. I never do. After 25 years of wandering through Middle-Earth, I still had not discovered all the weird, wonderful and scary places and Dol Goldur was one of those places. So of course I was going to go full in without any hesitation. That wizard should surely know me by now. And besides, could any real danger be found in some old rocks?

My feet carried me forward across the crumbling bridge and I entered through the ancient archways. This must have once been so beautiful; it saddened me to see it in ruins now. The wind picked up and whistled through my ears. My hands tightened around the hilt of my sword. This sword had been given to me by Elrond at the young age of 17 and it had carried me through many dangers; hopefully today it wouldn't fail me.

After wandering through the ruins for a bit my heart slowed down. There didn't seem to be any danger so I relaxed my stance a bit, but my hand still rested on the hilt of my sword. In training I had been told to never let my guard down but surely there wasn't any real danger here? I was just going to have a quick look up that staircase over there then make my way back to report to Gandalf.

The sound of small stones falling filled the air as I slowly climbed the ancient steps, taking them slowly, one-by-one. At the top of the staircase the beautiful sight of Middle-Earth took away my breath. It was nearing evening so the colours of the sky merged into beautiful purples, blues and oranges. The sunset captured my full attention. I was so enraptured by the beauty of the sunset that I didn't take notice of the soft whispering in my ear. Suddenly the colours turned dark and it took me a moment to comprehend that my view was being covered by a dark figure. The whispering grew louder and the figure spoke in a language which I did not know, or even wish to understand.

"What are you?" I asked, mainly to myself.

The whispering grew deafening as the figure drew nearer. I really should've listened to Gandalf and stayed away from the ruins.

The feel of steel against my throat took me by surprise as I whipped around, ready to make a run for it. What stood before me took me even more by surprise.

Was that a ghost? With a crown? Who even knew that ghosts existed.

Thanks to my years of training with the Elves, I was fully prepared for moments like these. My sword, already withdrawn from its scabbard, rung out as it crashed against the blade of the ghost...man-thing. The impact reverberated through my entire being. Back and forth I sparred with him but I knew deep down that I would not win this battle; the ghost was clearly just humouring me. He could easily just wipe me out with one swing of his arm.

"Ugh!" I cried out as the ghost bore down on my sword with his, "Gandalf did not tell me that I would be fighting ghosts!"

The archways in which I had entered loomed before me; inviting me. The only way I was going to get out of this alive was to run but this stupid ghost was blocking my way.

I pushed the ghost back and with a mighty cry my sword came crashing down onto the blade of my opponent and sent it flying across the floor, landing by the entrance. Thrown off by losing his weapon, this created the perfect opportunity for me to make my get-away.

As my opponent turned his back on me to retrieve his blade, I took a running start, jumped off a nearby rock, over the ghost..man-thing and landed by the entrance. My hand reached down for his blade and I went off sprinting. Looking back, my surprise was evident as the ghost stopped by the archway; not making any indication that he would chase after me. But still I ran.

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It wasn't until a few miles away that I landed in a heap on the floor.

"Well wasn't that exhilarating?" I asked no one in particular, catching my breath.

Even after all these years, I still loved the feeling of the adrenaline running through my veins after an exhilarating battle. But the question remained; how did I even win that fight? That ghost...man-thing (I should really ask Gandalf what that is) was far more powerful than me but, still, it let me go free.

After a few moments the heavy weight of the blade caught my attention. It lay in my hand, daunting. This did not feel normal. The straight steel looked like any other blade I had seen before but there was something off about this one. I didn't know much about magic but I could tell that what lay in my hands was not from this world. The whispering of that dark figure still haunted me even now, miles away from Dol Goldur. My body grew cold. Tearing a piece of cloth from my shirt, I quickly covered the blade and hid it underneath my coat.

"Well," I said, drawing myself up to stand, "I should probably go and report back to Gandalf."

Author's Note: Well wasn't that exhilarating? So I am trying my hand at writing in the first-person. I did this because I really love Kristen's character and I thought it would be cool if we could see what is happening in that brain of hers. A short chapter but definitely a lot to take in. Hope you enjoyed it.

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