The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

The Black witch - Part 9 - Fellowship x Reader

The Fellowship had left Imladris some hours ago. And having to leave the elven realm had been harder than the Black Witch thought it might be. She had enjoyed her time with Elrond while the Fellowship had prepared for the journey that would probably last far longer than any of them could imagine. The hours that she and the peredhel had spent together, taking them both back to happier times, times long before the War of the Last Alliance; times that they both had to admit they missed. The two taking the opportunity to eat together one last time, before he had taken her hand, placed it in the crook of his arm, then lead her to where the others had amassed. (Y/n), Elrond and Gandalf finding the looks from the others quiet amusing, when their attention had turned to the elf and witch; as gone were her flowing black robes and loose hair, to be replaced by black leather armour and dark cape. Her hair braided neatly and sitting over her shoulder. Yet it would appear that it was the fact that she was carrying weapons, that seem to intrigue them the most; two large, yet still elegant swords crossing over her back, along with a long bow and quiver full of arrows. The only thing suggesting that she was a Maiar, the black staff that she held in her hand.

"Miss (Y/n)........." Sam said, as she patted Bill, while the hobbit took his collection of pans from the packs on the old horse's back. The rest of the Fellowship doing what needed to be done, so that they could eat and be warm as they settle down for the night.

"Yes, Sam.........."

"Could I ask you something.....?" The halfling continued. Shaking his head as Merry and Pippin came to join them. Pippin complaining that his stomach was grumbling, and that they had already missed most of the day's meals.

"Anything you wish, my dear Sam.........."

"How old are you.........?" The blurted out question making the witch laugh, which caused the rest of the company to turn their attention to them. Sam blushing fiercely, as he realised what he had just asked.

"I didn't mean to be rude, Miss (Y/n); what I meant to say was ya don't look anything like as old as Gandalf........" The new comment making (Y/n) laugh again, as she looked over to the grey wizard who was already puffing on his pipe. Frodo, who was sat by Gandalf's side, hiding his smile behind his hand.

"Well, that is very nice of you to say, Master Gamgee." The witch began, as she helped the three hobbits carry pans and supplies to the fire that Aragorn had lit.

"But despite my appearance, I assure you that I am as old as Gandalf, over there......"

"Then you really are old........" Pippin chipped in, as he dropped the pans he was carrying, to the floor. The huff coming from Gandalf, making the rest of the Fellowship laugh.

"That I am. I am so old that I remember the awakening of the first elf in Middle-Earth; the elf of Cuiviénen, Imin. I am so old that I remember when the Lady Galadriel, and Legolas' father, Thranduil, and grandfather, Oropher, were nothing but elflings; and I even helped raise Lord Elrond and his twin brother Elros, for a number of years when they too were young." The witch explained, as she placed her collection of goods on the floor, before removing her weapons and laying them next to her staff. The hobbits looking at one another, before joining her to sit by the fire.

"Then why don't you look it.......?" Again, Pippin asking the question that some of the others would not admit to also wanting to know.

"That is something that I am afraid you would have to ask Eru Ilúvatar, himself. But my features have matured over the long years. I do not look as I did when Elrond was a child. And believe it or not, not even Gandalf has always looked this old all his life." (Y/n) continued, whispering the last part to the hobbit, who were all sure that Gandalf had always been a grey haired, old man.

"And what about the armour? Why do you wear it, and the wizard doesn't?" Boromir enquired, as he looked through the flames at her. The witch not liking how the man chose to speak to her. The witch not deaf to the air of contempt in his voice. It obvious that he still did not like the idea of a woman being on this journey.

"My sister has always liked to be different......." Gandalf remarked, before (Y/n) could reply. The two Istar smiling at one another, before the wizard sent a series of smoke rings up into the cooling evening air.

"Gandalf is right, I have always prided myself on being a little different to my brothers. To be more than what might be expected, of my kind and my gender. The last time that I wore this armour and carried these weapons, son of Denethor, I had fought for twelve long years to rid this world of the evil that faces us again, now; alongside some of the greatest warriors, Middle-Earth has ever known. With Gil-galad, Elrond and Oropher. With Elendil the Tall, and his sons Isildur and Anárion. And with the forces sent by King Durin IV and the Longbeards. And given that we won, I see no need to not wear my armour again. Perhaps it will bring us as much luck, as the last time I wore it. Though I do hope that it will not take us twelve years, this time." The female Istar explained. Ignoring the man as he huffed, before crossing his arms and leaning back on the rock behind him.

"Will you tell us a story later......about the war. About you........" Merry asked. The witch smiling at him, before she looked over to where Aragorn and Legolas sat.

"I could, but I believe that our Ranger and elven prince know far more stories about me, than even I do. And I think they could tell them far better, too. So perhaps.........." The hobbits, even Frodo begging Aragorn or Legolas to tell them the tales that they had been told when they were young.

"Fine, fine........" Aragorn said, holding up his hand for the calls to stop.

"But not until we have eaten......." He continued. Merry and Pippin nudging Sam to start dinner. All of them too preoccupied to see the smiles that the witch and the son of Arathorn, exchanged.