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

Alive - Part 2 - Company x Reader

Gandalf puffed on his pipe, while Dwalin paced back and forth in front of the tent; the warrior occasionally stopping and looking at the opening of the temporary structure, muttering something in Khuzdûl before going back to pacing. The rest of the Company just looking at one another, all knowing that there was nothing they could say or do. All just hoping that the elleth could achieve what she had said and bring the three sons of Durin back to them.

Word was going around that now that the head of the snake had been cut off, the orcs were falling like ripe wheat against the blades of dwarves, men and elf; or were running for their foul lives. The injured from the battlefield coming to the healer's tents, thick and fast now, as the survivors picked through the dead in hopes of saving friends that might still have life in them. But as much as that was a reason to celebrate, there was no joy in the hearts of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield. Nor would there be until they knew that Thorin, Fili and Kili, were breathing, once more.

"How long is it gonna take that damn elf?" Dwalin suddenly growled angrily, glaring at the wizard.

"Tell me, master Dwalin.......do you know what it is to be on the plain between life and eternal death. To walk towards the Halls of Waiting and find three spirits amongst all those dwarves that have been gathered by Mandos, until the time comes when they aid the Smith and Arda will be remade.........?" Gandalf asked. His words causing Dwalin to splutter and huff.

"Well, that is what the Lady (Y/n) is doing; and it will take her as long as it takes her. One cannot rush, bringing back those that have passed.......And when she does, I suggest that you show that elf , some respect......" The wizard continued, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, as Dwalin went back to his pacing.

Gandalf had only seen (Y/n) bring back the dead, once before; only seen the price that had to be paid for her actions, once before. A little part of him fearing what his end might be. What beast may come to claim him from the darkness; but he would face that when it came. He would stand before it with his head high and do all he could to send it back into that darkness. The wizard knowing that, for now, his sacrifice, and that of Balin and Ori, would bring back the rightful King of the Mountain. And when the threat came, that was growing in the east, the north would be far stronger than could have been hoped.

"Mithrandir.........!" A sharp call suddenly came from the tent. Gandalf quicky getting to his feet and rushing inside. The wizard making his way over to where (Y/n) was on her knees. The elleth pale, and shaky, as he helped her to her feet.

"(Y/n), are they.............?"

"They're alive.........." A voice spoke softly, before the elleth could answer. The others rushing over to where Ori stood, staring in disbelief at the forms of the three Durin's. Their chest softly rising and falling, as they once again breathed.

"Thank you.........." Balin said, as he made his way over to the chair, Gandalf had just helped (Y/n) sit in.

"Ya brought them back ta us........I can't ever repay ya, lass.........."

"There is no need to repay me, master dwarf. The Valar accepted your sacrifice. I was merely the one that ventured to the Halls and brought them back......" The elleth explained. Balin taking hold of her hand and bringing it to his lips.

"Still, we owe ya much. All of us ta a dwarf. And when tha lads recover, I will be sure ta tell them of tha great service ya did them. I will make sure that ya always welcomed in the halls of the Durin folk, my lady........And please, it is Balin....." The elder dwarf continued. Bowing low, as she smiled at him before getting to her feet.

"You should be resting, my lady..........."

"I will rest later, Mithrandir. Your friends are alive, but they still have much recovering to do. I have bound their wounds and will not return home until they are recovered properly. But for the moment, and as they are resting comfortably, I fear I have many more patients that need my attention. More that will be making their way to the Halls of Mandos, if I can do nothing for them." (Y/n) told the wizard. Gandalf nodding before taking her arm and leading her to the opening of the tent.

"Oh, and Master Balin............"

"Aye, lass............"

"You and the others may stay with your King and the princes. But please, be as quiet as you can. Coming back from the Halls is no small feat, and they must rest. I will return when I have dealt with the other injured from the battle...." The lady told the pale haired dwarf, as she turned back to look at the group, who were still standing in awe of what had happened.

"Thank ya lass.........." (Y/n) and Balin nodding at one another, before she and Gandalf left the dwarves, and a very relieved hobbit.

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(Y/n) looked down at her clothes, her hands, as she made her way back out of the tent where more of the injured lay. She had been alive thousands of years; but never once, despite all the things she had done and been through, had she ever been this bloody, ever been this tired. Yet her day was not over. She must return to the dwarves as she had promised. A long night's vigil ahead of her. The lady grateful to find a pail of water; (Y/n) taking the opportunity to wash the blood from her hands.

"Sister............." A familiar voice came drifting through the thick air. (Y/n) turning and bowing to the ellon in front of her.

"My king............" The lady slowly rising, as Thranduil took a step closer.

"I have heard that you had ventured to the Halls of Mandos, at the behest of the wizard, to bring back Oakenshield and his nephews. Are you........are you well.......?"

"I am fine, my king. Just.......just a little tired. I and the other healers have been able to save many; but I fear just as many have..........."

"You should not be here, sister. I told you to stay home........." Thranduil interupted, as he came to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his.

"Mirkwood is your domain, brother. You are its king........I am a mere healer, and as such......"

"I want you to come back with me. I am leaving soon, and I want you to be with me............."

"You know I cannot do that.......I am needed here and will stay here until my services are no longer needed. And do not think to order me, Thranduil. I love you brother, but I have made a promise, and I will stand by it. Whatever issues you have with the King of the Mountain, they are yours......." (Y/n) countered, before placing a kiss to her brother's cheek.

"I will return to Mirkwood when my job is done. But for now.......for now I must go to the dwarf king. She added, placing her hand over her heart before bowing. Her hand lingering in that of her brothers for a moment longer, before making her way back to the tent in which the three Durin's lay.