Alrún is the name of a young woman. Her origins are unknown. At the moment, she is only able to control all things related to the earth; rocks, branches etc.. All that is known about Alrún is that she is the Half Elf and Half Dwarf.
She was sent to...
Alrún opened the door and smiled. There, stood her lover. Her soon to be husband. Thorin Oakenshield.
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Alrún smiled.
"*Kurdûn," she said. Thorin gave a smile and opened his arms. Alrún rushed into his arms. "It has been too long, my love." She whispered. Thorin turned his head into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent, sending shivers down her spine.
"*Azyungâl," Thorin said quietly. They pulled away. Thorin cupped her face in his hands. "I have missed you so," he said. He then looked up and saw the wizard. "Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find," taking Alrún's hand, he walked into the house. "I lost my way, twice. Wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door." He said. Alrún helped him remove his cloak. Bilbo looked over at the door.
"Mark? There's no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!" Bilbo shouted. Gandalf moved quickly to close the door.
"There is a mark; I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leaders of our company, Thorin Oakenshield and Alrún Eníredis." Gandalf said. Bilbo looked at Alrún in slight surprise. He did not expect that this woman was also the leader. Thorin looked at Bilbo.
"So, this is the Hobbit," he said, handing his cloak to Kili. Thorin began circling Bilbo, as if assessing him. "Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?" He asked. Bilbo looked at the Dwarf in slight confusion.
"Pardon me?" He asked. Alrún sighed.
"Thorin, please." She said.
"Axe or sword? What's your weapon of choice?" Thorin continued on, ignoring his lover's comment. She did not like that Thorin was questioning the Hobbit, but she also knew that it was necessary. Bilbo stood straight.
"Well, I have some skill at Conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that's relevant." He said. Alrún sighed and looked down, shaking her head slightly. Thorin looked back at his company.
"Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar." He said, smiling. The dwarves all laughed. Even Alrún gave a small chuckle at this.
They all made their way back to the dinning room. Thorin ate soup, Alrún sitting to his left. She gently touched his arm.
"What news from the meeting in Ered Luin, Thorin? Did they all come?" She asked quietly. He looked at her and nodded slightly. She retracted her hand.
"Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms." He said. She and the other dwarves murmured their joy. Dwalin then asked the question that had been on everyone's mind;
"What do the dwarves of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?" He asked. Thorin sighed and put his spoon down.
"They will not come. They want nothing to do with bringing to light Alrún's powers." he said. The dwarfs sighed and murmured in disappointment. Alrún sighed and looked down. That's what they always said. Her powers were nothing but destruction waiting to happen. He took Alrún's hand in his, squeezing it slightly. Bilbo looked around the table, slightly confused.
