A Daughter of Warriors (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Chapter 2-Roast Dwarf

"Damn that damnable wizard! Tells me to report back to him without so much as telling me where I should damn well find him! Well when I find him I am going to give him a piece my mind—ow!"

Having been so focused on grumbling and moaning to myself I did not even notice the branch from a tree jump out and attack my face. Well maybe it didn't attack me, I probably should have just watched where I was looking, but it still seemed to appear out of nowhere. How rude!

"Damn these damnable branches! And that wizard!"

The situation I found myself in was quite a predicament. After the exciting adventure at Dol Guldur, I decided that I really did need to report back to Gandalf, especially after what I had picked up, but the problem that I now faced was that I had no idea where Gandalf was. How was I supposed to report back to him without him telling me where to go? Okay, to be fair, he probably did tell me where I should meet him, and in all honesty, I probably did not listen to him, too excited with the prospect of another adventurous task.

A great sigh escaped my lips. I should probably just head to Rivendell. Gandalf was bound to pitch up there at some point and it really would be wonderful to see my friends again. It had been many years since I had last seen Lindallë and Árion. When Gandalf had first taken me to Rivendell I was nothing more than a scared and homeless child but they had taken me on as siblings would have, even though they were a good few hundred years older than me.

The weight of the blade against my side brought my mind back to the task at hand. For the past few days it was a constant reminder of the evil that dwelled within those forsaken ruins and it urged me on. The leaves beneath my feet crunched louder as I quickened my pace, the sound drowning out the beautiful symphony of birdsong. I knew I had to be quieter but my body refused to slow down. And I knew that I could not rest until I had spoken with Gandalf therefore waiting for him at Rivendell was not an option.

Think, Kristen, think! What was the last thing Gandalf said to you? Something about dwarves and dragons...and, uh...and—

"Hobbits!"

I quickly clapped my hand over my mouth. The birds around me quieted at the sudden outburst and I stood still, fearful that someone had heard me shout out loud, but soon the birdsong resumed and I carried on walking, now in a new direction.

Gandalf had mentioned that he was going to the Shire. For what, I don't know, but it sounded important. So if I followed the road to the Shire I was bound to bump into him. And if not, I could just ask someone in the Shire if they had seen the wizard.

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For many days and nights I travelled, just enjoying my own company. This is the life I live and a life that I enjoy. One would think that it's lonely out on the road, travelling by yourself, but lying here and gazing up at the stars I felt content. I guess you could call it my home; the stars my roof, the land my foundation and my own company the heart of it all.

The cool breeze blew over me and the soft grass on which I lay welcomed me. As the stars came together to create a beautiful masterpiece I felt my eyes slowly close, a small smile making its way to my face as I drifted off to sleep...

"AAAAAAAHHHH!"

The sound of clashing metal and cries of battle in the distance brought me out of my deep sleep.

"Ugh!" I ran my hand over my face as I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I looked to the sky and gathered that it must be early morning. The stars and moon were still shining bright but the sky seemed to be lightening ever so slightly in the far distance. I quickly jumped to my feet and retrieved my bow, notching an arrow.