The Hera (Thorin/ The Hobbit fanfiction)

Prologue

The Hera

Prologue

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My name is Araya Silverstar and I am a Hera. You're all probably thinking 'So you're a goddess with a funny name' (Like Hera in Greek mythology).

No.

A Hera is one of the most powerful creatures in Middle-Earth, is usually female and is of many races (Kind of like a goddess I suppose).

I am part elf, part dwarf, part fairy, part siren and part human. Plus with me I am also part skin changer only unlike my cousin Beorn, I change into a dragon. I am the same size as a Dwarf but am slightly taller, I have the sight, earing and swiftness of an elf plus the healing powers. I have wings like a fairy but I can make them disappear when I don't want them and reappear when I do. When I am in the water I can grow a tail and then get rid of it on land and hypnotise and control things with my voice.

I also have the strength of men and dwarves, the speed of elves and the kindness of a fairy, not to mention the drinking habits of the dwarves as well. I also the common trait of both sirens and fairies, Powers. My powers so far though I am still to 'unlock' more are water, fire, ice, earth, the ability to control what happens with my body like the colour of my eyes, hair etc. and shape shifting into animals, other people and creatures.

My mother Vanya, which means beautiful in Elvish, was part elf, part fairy and part siren who most of the powers I do and taught me how to control mine. My Father Narvi, part Dwarf and part Man. He lived in Erebor until my brother Smaug came and took over the mountain. My father then travelled with Prince Thorin and the rest of the dwarves to the Blue Mountains. But was eventually killed in the battle for Moria.

I lived with him while he was in Erebor, I grew very close to the young prince until one day. We had a fight so I left to live with my mother and the Elves.

My mother was staying with my godfather king Thranduil in Mirkwood. I was around 17 in dwarf, Human and Siren years, 13 in elf and 18 in fairy years when I went to see the effects of my brother when he took over Erebor and that day was a day I would never forget as it was that day found out the evil that that was my godfather. He refused to help the dwarves and when I tried to help, he banished me but he let my mother stay and so if she was there I was able to stay. But after the news of my father's death in the battle of Moria, my mother later too died only her death was at her own hand.

I decided, as my mother was no long there I had no reason to stay. So, I left travelling around Middle-earth, I taught myself how to fight and all that stuff. Until one day I came upon the beautiful elven city of Rivendale. Lord Elrond let me stay in Rivendale for a few years and in that time the elves taught me how to fight, how to properly use my bow, how to sew, how to make weaponry and how to heal. I became of the most powerful elven healers and the strongest warrior in Rivendale. I was living a happy and peaceful life until I got the letter.

Before all of that though my family was basically worshipped, well technically we were. We were the royal family of the North. The Castle was made of pure gold and met the ocean. The people weren't all same unlike most kingdoms, the people were mostly outcasts, each person was a different creature that had mixed blood. Some of them were part elf and part dwarf or part elf and mermaid. They were rejected by their own kind but the king and queen accepted all. I had 6 siblings and I was the 7th, the youngest. But you'll hear more about that later...

But enough about me let me tell you about the story of Thorin Oakenshield and a Hobbit named Bilbo.