Finding Myself

Chapter 5

I came to awareness of my surroundings, feeling sore, and dizzy. I feel like my head has been displaced. Sounds of people bustling around. I could sense the air, it was filled with budding tension. I tried to open my eyes but my eyelids would not comply. So I let my other senses explore. I could feel a draft somewhere from my right, voices that sounded vaguely familiar from close to my side. I smelt air that was thick with dust and debris. It was most unusual. I tried once again to open my eyes, this time my eyelids complied and I blinked a few times setting my vision on a brick brownish ceiling.

"Mother, she's awake." a faint voice sounded towards my right. It sounded like Bain. And soon enough, he moved into my line of sight. The sight of him made me tear up, memories of before I fell to unconsciousness filled me. The fear, the pain, the agony filled me once again, and suddenly, the sky turned dark and cloudy and the rain poured. Then a memory of the dragon launching the statue of Lake Town at Bell tower where my father and precious brother emerged above others and I feel this unremorseful rage bubbling through me. A rage beyond anything I remember consumed me and lightning and thunder struck close by causing everyone in the hospital to cower and scream. At that point, I realised that father had came rushing through the doors and was clutching my hand, murmuring soothing words into my ear, kissing my forehead.

"Father" I croaked out. I sat up despite my previous fatigueness and wrapped my arms around him. I grasped at his jacket holding on for dear life. As my heart rate slowed and my anger ebbed away, the thunder and lightning nearby diminished and the rain soon cleared. Father said softly, "You're doing it again, the weather always atunes to you. I think it has gotten even stronger than before." I looked up into his eyes expecting a repremanding look but instead he just looked fond.

Then I noticed three beings behind my father, a man with a lot of grey hair and an impressive grey beard with a wizards hat and a staff who was also looking fondly at us as he smoked on a pipe. An elf who looked like a statue, sculpted to perfection. He had the same hair as the other elf that I met before, he looks like Legolas. He stood with an air of condesention as well as carrying a cold demeanor. His observed us with no emotion at all. And last of all, it was the little hobbit that we saw a few days previously. Bilbo Baggins looked a bit weary and tired but gave me a genuine smile when our gazes locked.

"A word, Bard." said the elf.

Father placed a final kiss on my forehead and left.

Change perspective:

Lord Bard followed King Thranduil out of the makeshift hospital into the front gates. Slowly the king turned around and said, "Your daughter, what is she? Do you realise what gift she processes, to fall from such a height and not even crack a bone, to be scorched by fire yet not leave a single burn. To communicate with heavenly nature without commanding?"

Thranduil looked straight into the Bards eyes and his brows were knitted together. The Bard looked stunned and offended at the speech and took a moment to give his response, "She is my daughter and nothing more and nothing less."
Thranduil was not pleased with the answer and scathingly said, "Oh really? And why does she look nothing like you? Speak honestly, Bard, for I do not tolerate lies."

Bard looked like he would not answer but Thanduil added, "I mean the girl no harm and no offense, I am merely curious to her origins. You have my word that I will not harm the girl in any form or way."
"Very well," the Bard relented, "fourteen years ago, me and my wife were collecting stalk near the mountains on the other side of the valley when we heard the cries of an infant, it was faint but carried such power." The Bard started to recount, a gently smile glazed his lips as he remembered the first time he met his daughter, "There in the bushes, wrapped in nothing but a simple cloth was a baby girl, merely 2 months old, when I took her in my arms, she opened her beautiful dark hazel eyes and smiled at me, from that moment on, I knew that she would be with me for a long time. My wife and I love her dearly and do not tolerate any sort of cruelty subjected to her, do you understand me, King Thranduil?"
The King nodded and said, "So you do not know what she is either?"

"What do you mean, 'what she is?' She is human, maybe with a few gifts such as extra protection, maybe she has some dwarven blood in her, what does it matter?"

King Thranduil fell silent and only nodded at the Bard and took his leave.

meanwhile

"Big sister, look what I managed to save with you!" Bain pulled out the dagger from his belt and gave it to me. It was the dagger that Legolas gave me. It did not even have a scratch on it. I held it close to my chest after examining it closely and said to Bain, "Thank you. I would have been devastated if I had lost this too, so can anyone tell me what has been happening since the dragon?"

Bain said, "Well, father killed the dragon, the master is dead for one, Alfrid Lickspittle switched allegiance, the dwarfs took back their mountain but wont give us our share of gold, and ...oh tomorrow, we are taking it to the mountains and negotiating with the dwarfs under the mountain, I think."