The Half-Blood (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

The Reveal

Rose smiled as Elrond walked towards her. "Ah, Rose!" He puts out his arms, a sign telling Rose to jump into his arms. Ignoring the burning sensation in her wounds, Rose gave the elf a bone-crushing hug. "Goodness! You have gotten stronger!" Rose sighed into his shoulder. "I missed you, Ada..."

After the hug, Elrond noticed the blood coming from Rose's arm. "What has happened to your arm?" Rose flinched when he touched the wrapping. "Wargs." Elrond nodded. "Ah." He turned to Lindir, who was standing beside them. "Lindir, take Rose to her room, ask the maids to clean her, and find the healer to check her wounds." Lindir gave a small bow. "Yes, my lord."

Lindir held out his arm once Elrond began to talk with Gandalf again. "Rose, come. You heard Lord Elrond." She nodded and took his arm. As they began to walk up the stairs, Thorin cleared his throat. "Exactly, where are you taking her?" Rose shook her head. "Thorin Oakenshield! Calm yourself, I am only going to get my bites checked." Thorin gave her a suspicious look.

"Lindir, forgive me. Thorin is quite rude, and he despises elves, so..." "No, it is quite alright." Lindir smiled as they turned a corner. "Here we are. Please rest for a bit, the maidens will set up a bath for you in the wash room and give you new clothes. Once you are done, please come find me, for I will be waiting in the hallway." Rose gave him a small smile. She stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Guren glassui, mellon nín.[Thank you from my heart, my friend.] I owe you a lot." Lindir opened the door for Rose. "You owe me nothing, mellon[friend]. Now, please, rest. You have been running a while, so I will see you in a bit." The elf gave Rose a friendly nod before he closed the door to her room.

"Oh, Mahal..." Rose slowly walked to the bed and sat down. She was exhausted, and was hungry. She had cuts and bruises everywhere. She put down her weapons and braided her long, red hair into one single braid. She turned to a mirror that was standing near the bed and she stared at her reflection. She touched her pointed ears, and sighed. "How can I tell Thorin? I should tell him today. He can do what he wants with me, but I will go through it. I am strong."

She reached up to her necklace and her habit taking over, she began to play around with the light green pendant. She stared down at the ground, thinking about how weird Fili and Thorin acted around her. They were both so...protective of her. Were they both possibly in love with her? She shook her head. How could anyone be in love with me? Who should I choose? A sudden knock on the door made Rose snap her head up. A maid opened the door and peeked in. "My lady? Your bath is ready." Rose stood up from her bed. "Ah, thank you." She walked over to the door and smiled at the maid. "Please call me Rose. There is no need for calling me 'My Lady.'" The maiden nodded. "Yes, My--Rose. Um, the wash room is across the hall." Rose smiled as the maid scurried down the hall to do other things.

When she opened the door, Rose frowned after the maiden was out of sight. She didn't like smiling, it made her look so innocent. It hurt to smile. There was no need, and the last time she had truly smiled was before her father was killed. As Rose walked past a small line of statues, the bath came to her view. She took off her necklace and weapons and set it on the counter. She untied the strings to her corset, slipped out of her boots and vambrace, and pulled off her tunic.

As Rose untied her hair, she felt like something was wrong. She didn't like her hair. She eyed her dagger sitting on the floor. She picked it up and walked to the door leading to the hallway and noticed the same maid she had talked to before. "Excuse me?" The maid spun around and quickly ran to the door. "Yes, Rose?" "Would you mind fetching me...some black dye?" "Yes, Lady Rose." The maid scuttled down the hallway, walked into a room, and quickly came back out. She handed Rose a small bottle and walked away.

Rose stood in front of a mirror and held the dagger up to the length of hair that she wanted to cut off. As she began to hack away, she remembered all the times and orc or enemy had pulled and grabbed at her hair when she was fighting. Including all the drunken men she had come by at several taverns. When she finished, she looked back at the mirror. She had cut off her hair, and now it was shoulder length. She sighed; her head felt lighter and she could move around easily. She quickly took off her under garments and stepped into the bath. It was lukewarm, and she gave out a sigh of pleasure once she was fully emerged.