The Hobbit/Lord of the rings: The prince's Witch. (Legolas X OC)

Aelita's first meeting with a Wizard

Aelita's P.O.V:

I've had quite a journey, helping dwarf civilians and the royals to safety, Along human civilians, And find a new home away from the dragon who took it and destroyed the city of Dale.

Only the Dwarves noticed me, and trust me. They've also kept me and my Dæmon's existence a secret. Yet, I've worked so well together with them to take back Moria from those Orcs.

I still can't believe a wood elf noticed me when I saved his life, 100 years ago. I can't seem to get him off my mind. His beautiful sky blue eyes, his bright blonde hair, His wonderful face.

Wait, No! What am I thinking!? I can't think such loving things about him. I can't risk exposing my real identity to anyone.

I can't let this 'Sauron', Who's most likely alive as a dark spirit with his ring still existing and lost, know of me and take my power all to himself! Or worse, figure out me and Altair aren't from this world and try to invade my home!

"Aelita!" My Dæmon called, snapping me out of my thoughts and panic, At home in the cabin. He must have sensed them again.

"Please, Calm yourself. He won't know either one. I am certain of it." He smiles with care and certainty. I smile in gratitude, And move my arm for him, as a perch, He flew to me, and accepted.

And I pet him with affection. "Thanks, Altair. Where would I be without you?" He chuckles, "Think nothing of it, My dear friend."

Then a knock on our door was heard, Which was quite rare. Nobody knew where I lived in, except the Hobbits.

Altair flew to the table, While I walked to the door, and peek in the door's peeping hole to see an elderly man in grey, who appears to be the grey wizard I've heard about. I change to my normal civilian farmer clothes with my hair in a low braid, and open the door to meet him.

"Hello there, Young lady. Pardon my sudden appearance, for I am in a pickle as of late." The grey wizard greet and refers to his cart of fireworks and it's broken wheel, and it's horse struggling in it's reigns tangled on a thorn bush.

Altair flew and perched himself on my shoulder to see what's going on. "We understand, Sir. I'll help you." I willingly lend assistance, then look at my companion.

"Altair. Would you please get my leather gloves? I'll be needing them to get the reigns off the thorn bush, without getting one stuck and hurting my hand." I ask his help. He nods and flew to find them.

I walk to the struggling yet scared mare. I could see her leg got caught and has a thorn on her leg. She sees me and freaks out, I raise my arms and try to calm her down, "Whoa whoa, Easy girl. Easy! It's okay." I cooed to her to calm down.

She's slowly calming down, but still panicking. So, I try to ease her in Sindarin language, "Sshhhh~. Be calm, Dear one. There's nothing to fear. You're safe. I want to help." I cooed.