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

Alive - Part 1 - Company x Gandalf x Reader

"Quickly, we must take him down from here. We must get him to the elf encampment in Dale........" Gandalf said, as he looked down at the body of Thorin.

"He.......he's dead, Gandalf......why............?"

"Just do as I say........." The wizard ordered, as he ignored the hobbits protests. As he disregarded the dwarves' angry mutterings. Pointing at the dwarf king and gesturing for Dwalin to pick him up.

"And bring Fili and Kili too.........." He called out, as he quickly walked away. Balin nodding to the rest of the Company that had come up to the top of Ravenhill. The Ri brother's heading off to find Kili, while Bofur, Bombur and Bifur made their way over to the bottom of the tower, to recover Fili's corpse. The bodies of the three Durin's brought to rest in the back of the wagon, that Gandalf had brough with him; before the wizard took the reins and forced the rams to run at full speed towards the tumbled down city of men.

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Gandalf drew the rams to a halt, jumping from his seat and making his way over to one of the tents.

"Bring them. But wait out here. I need to speak with her first........" The wizard called out. The dwarves and the hobbit, looking at one another as they climbed down from the sides of the wagon and made their way to the back. The sight of the three bloodied Durin's bringing with it nothing but pain. Nothing but anger.

"What........what do you think he is doing........?" Ori asked no one in particular, as he helped with Kili's body.

"I don't know........but if he does anything ta these lads now......." Dwalin growled. Fighting back the tears as he picked up Thorin's form.

"Wizard or no wizard, he'll be as dead as that damn white orc........" He continued. The rest of the dwarves nodding in agreement, before carrying the fallen prince's over to the tent.

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"Mithrandir............" (Y/n) said, getting to her feet, when the opening of the tent was moved. Gandalf giving her a sad smile, as he made his way into the tent.

(Y/n) was the best elven healer Gandalf had even known of, even better than Lord Elrond himself; for she not only did she know of every herb and medicinal flower; every balm, tincture and poultice that could heal any wound, she also had a gift that not even the peredhel possessed, and it was a gift that he needed her to use now. Even though he knew what it would mean, he had to ask it of her.

"(Y/n)........I have need of your skill. Your true skill........" Gandalf explained, before he pushed open the flap of the tent, and gestured to someone waiting outside. The elleth taking a step back, as in came a number of dwarves and a hobbit, carrying three more of their own. Gandalf gesturing to a trio of clean cots in the tent.

"Gandalf what...........?" (Y/n) began, as the dwarves glared at her. It more than obvious that she was the last thing that they had wanted to see.

"These are the heirs of King Thrór. Dead by the hands of the Defiler and his offspring............"

"And they have passed to join their forebears........" The elleth interrupted, as she looked down at the three.

"But it is not their time.........."

"Mithrandir......if the Valar have seen fit to let them die today, then it was their time............"

"(Y/n), please......................"

"Why have ya brought us here, wizard? If this woman can do nothin other than point out what we already know. The lads are dead for Mahal's sake........." One of the dwarves, a rather large, bald one, said angrily, as he stepped forward.

"Please (Y/n)..........Gandalf said again, as he ignored Dwalin. (Y/n) making her way over to the three dead dwarves.

"If I do this, you know what it means........that you must pay the price for bringing them back. Are you prepared to do that........are any of you prepared to do that.......?" She asked as she turned to look back at the wizard and the others. Gandalf nodding, before a pale haired dwarf stepped forward.

"If ya can bring tha lads back ta us, lassie; I will pay any price ya ask......." He said, before another voice agreed.

"Me too.........." A younger dwarf said proudly, he pulled himself to his full height.

"Though.......what is the price...........?" The young dwarf added, gulping, as the beautiful elleth looked down at him.

"Darkness will see the end of your life. You will not pass surrounded by those you love; but by those that you fear. So, tell me.......are you still prepared. Are you still willing.......?" She asked again, as she looked between the dwarves. The two nodding just as Gandalf had.

"Three are willing to pay the price, so three can live......the gods accept your offer. Now, I need you all to leave........" The elleth continued, deafened by the sudden angry shouts of the dwarves refusing to leave their fallen king and prince's.

"If you do not leave, I cannot help them. This is not just a matter of placing some herbs in a wound. This is a matter of the gods, and if you refuse to go, your friends will remain as they are now..........dead........." (Y/n) warned. The dwarves suddenly going quiet. The hobbit looking up at Gandalf who just smiled at him, before he nodded and slowly turned, pushing his way out of the tent; the wizard close behind him followed by a number of unhappy dwarves.

"Lass.........." The pale haired dwarf said, as he stood at the opening of the tent.

"Bring them back........please..........." He added. Giving her a slight smile, before leaving her with his friends. The elleth taking a seat on the cot of one of the rather handsome dwarves, then carefully taking hold of his blood covered face.

"You are all much loved. I hope you do not squander your friend's sacrifice........" She whispered, before closing her eyes and beginning to speak to the Valar.