One Does Not Simply Walk Into Mirkwood

Impressions

Flashback-

(3rd Person POV)

Bilbo ran around his house trying to keep the dwarves from throwing around his ‘precious’ things.

Gandalf counted the dwarves as they ran around around. “Only 12….We are one dwarf short.” Gandalfs voice boomed over the commotion, Dwalin came up behind him and leaned against the hallway wall.

“He is late is all, he traveled North to a meeting with our kin. He will come.”

Not much later, Bilbo had had enough of the dwarves. In which Gandalf noticed. “What is wrong my dear Bilbo?” Bilbo spread his hands out,”What is the matter? Im surrounded by dwarves! What are they doing here?!”

“Oh they’re quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them.” Gandalf told him, Bilbo watched the dwarves actions. “I dont wish to get used to them.”

At that moment, Ori came up. “Im sorry to interrupt, but what do I do with my plate?” He asked holding it out. Fili came out of one of the Hobbit’s doorways and held out his hand. “Here Ori give it to me.”

Fili grabbed the plate from Ori and threw it to his brother, who caught it and it made its way around. That made Bilbo jump back to reality. “Dont throw my plates!”

“Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

And when you’ve finished, if they are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!”

The dwarf’s song ran throughout the Hobbit hole. Bilbo obviously wasn’t too happy, but was taken aback by the talent the dwarves had in singing, and how they managed to clean all the dishes up.

Gandalf laughed along with the 12 dwarves, until there was a knock on the door, and everyone went silent.

“He is here.” Gandalf said. Bilbo opened the door to see a nicely built and taller than usual dwarf. He was soaked by the oncoming rain, and walked in almost immediately to Bag End.

Finally, as no one dared to speak, for unknown reasons to The Hobbit, The dwarf spoke. “Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. I wouldnt have found it if it wasnt for the mark on the door.” His voice was low, as expected from a dwarf, and his eyes darted around all the dwarves. His eyes were dark, and cold. “Mark? There isnt a mark on this door! It was painted a week ago!” Bilbo inclined.

“There is a mark, my dear Bilbo. I put it there. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce you to the leader of this Company, Thorin Oakenshield.”

“So this is the Hobbit. Tell me, Mr.Baggins, Whats your weapon of choice?” Thorin asked before Bilbo could reply to Gandalf.

“Well, I dont have some skill in Conkers.” He said swaying a little,”But, I fail to see how that is relevant.”

“Thought as much, He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” This made all the other dwarves laugh, who had been silent, and they led Thorin to the dining table. Where all the Dwarves took their seats once more, and Gandalf glanced around nervously.

“What news of The meeting?” Balin put in.

“The dwarves of Ered Luin will come.” Thorin replied. The dwarves murmured happily, so Dwalin asked,”And the Dwarves of The Iron hills?”

Thorin looked down in disappointment. “They will not come, they say it is our quest and our quest alone.”

Bilbo perked up at the word Quest,”You are going on a quest?”

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. “Gandalf, I thought you said there was only us 14?” Thorin put in.

“Yes well, I made an extra stop on the way. Bilbo please get the door.” Gandalf told him.

Bilbo got up and walked to the door, opening it. In the doorway stood a tall stranger. “Is this Gandalf’s party?” From the voice you could tell it was a girl, she had a hood covering her face, and she was also drenched in rain. “Uh Yes.” Bilbo spoke, moving out of her way. Since she was almost as tall as Gandalf, she had to duck to reach the Dining Room.

“Who is this?” Thorin ask Gandalf.

Nervously, Gandalf spoke,”This is Cyndaris. Of..”

Cyndaris removed the hood to reveal her soaking brown hair, that parted to show the ears of an elf. She had a round face and piercing eyes. Her lips parted and finished,”Mirkwood.”

Some of the Dwarves gasped, most gave her cold stares, but no one spoke. “If it helps at all, I am from Mirkwood, but not with them. Most elves of the Greenwood as it used to be called, would call me a traitor or a Witch. I am no friend of the Elven King.”

“But you are still an Elf.” Thorin spoke after Cyndaris’s speach.

“Save me from the stubbornness of dwarves!” Gandalf exclaimed, Cyndaris put a gloved hand on Gandalf’s shoulder,”It is alright. I understand. I have heard of the King’s injustice towards you. But let me assure you I was long gone by then.” That hadn't seemed to help.

“What must I do to prove myself to you, Rightful King Under the Mountain?” She asked, and saw him eye her sword. Amusement glinted her eyes,”Do you wish to fight, dwarf?”

“You did ask.” Thorin stated. Cyndaris dawned her sword into her hands. “If I must.”

“Not in the house!” Bilbo exclaimed. Cyndaris backed up to the door, and Thorin made no movement. “Are you afraid to get wet Thorin Oakenshield?” She asked as she opened the door. He stood up to the statement,”I will not back down to an elf.” All of the dwarves piled out of the door with him. Gandalf and Bilbo watched from the window.

“To Yield.” Thorin stated and unsheathed his sword. Cyndaris nodded and got in her stance.

Thorin charged at her but she moved out of the way and whirled behind him, pushing him into the mud with the blunt end of her sword. He landed face down. “Uncle!” Kili called, but Thorin had already stood, and was charging again. She blocked him with her sword and pushed him back. He stumbled but was able to block her oncoming attack. He used brute force through the weapons to knock her back, she didn’t go too far. She was on him again in mere seconds, but he was ready and when she moved to the side and swung his sword, and followed her movement and when she stopped, her face was stunned, he had cut her hair, and now instead of at the middle of her back it was to her shoulders.

The other dwarves laughed at her and her face darkened. “Thank you, it was reminding me too much of my old home.” She moved quickly and Thorin was on his back on the ground, her foot on his chest and sword under his chin,”To Yield.” They locked eyes. “To Yield.” He replied. She removed her foot and held out her hand, which he hesitantly took. She turned around and walked past the other dwarves with a smirk on her elven features. “You might wanna clean that mud off!” She called when she ducked to enter the hole. She had made quite an impression.

“So about that quest…” Bilbo said when they all entered back into the dining room.

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The Picture on the Side is the Sword that Cyndaris owns, That viberates.

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