Dungeons Deep

A Surprise Visitor

Hello everyone! This is one of my first stories on Wattpad, so I really hope you all enjoy it! This first chapter isn't in the movie but I thought I'd add it in to give you a better picture of Amariel and her life. I'm sorry for the slow beginning but I promise you the next chapter will be better. Let me know what you guys think by reviewing, I'm open to critiques as well. Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or any of it's characters, only Amariel and a insignificant others.

Chapter One: A Surprise Visitor

APOV

The fairest of all the dwellings of all of her people: Lothlórien. There were no trees like the trees of that land. For in the autumn their leaves fell not, but turned to gold. Not until the spring and the new green opened did they fall, and then the boughs were laden with yellow flowers; and the floor of the wood was golden, and golden was the roof, and its pillars were of silver, for the bark of the trees was smooth and grey. Lady Galadriel was highly praised for her beauty, particularly that of her hair, which was a deep and radiant gold, shot with silver. It was said by the elves she had ensnared the light of the two trees, Telperion and Laurelin, and she had a penchant for dressing in the purest white. Because of her wisdom and power, she was considered to be an Elf-witch. Along with her husband, Lord Celeborn, she ruled over the lands of Lothlórien.

However, this story didn't begin in the beauty of Lothlórien, but instead in a small wooden cottage in the outskirts of a forest, isolated from the rest of Middle-earth. The cottage's fire was crackling, thus resulting in wisps of grey smoke to curl out of the stone chimney and into the grey sky. The interior of the cottage wasn't of great magnificence, in fact it was the opposite; there was a set of hickory chairs scattered around a rough, round table, there was only two windows and on each sill there sat a tiny bundle of flowers. The floor was blemished with damp spots were the thatched roof had not been able to prevent the rain from pouring in, and there was but a blanket covering a few bales of hay for a bed. Yet, the cottage was not a miserable nor dull place, the sunlight still filtered through the many copses of the forest and shimmered against a nearby river's azure water and flickered upon the windowpanes of the cottage. The inhabitant of this cottage was a 1871 year old She-elf, who went by the name of Amariel. Amariel was considered nothing short of beautiful by those who had been privileged to see her hundreds of years before she went into exile; she had lapis blue eyes with a tint of violet near the pupil, and silvery-golden hair that curled at the ends. She owned a slender figure but was not overly tall for a She-elf. There was also something that made you want to know more about her; a certain seductiveness. And so Amariel lived a peaceful, tame life; but that was all about to change...

"Tinuviel elvanui, Elleth alfirin edhelhael, O hon ring finnil fuinui, A renc gelebrin thiliol," Amariel sang in a soft, clear voice while tending to the fire. It was an Elvish song that she had sung on numerous occasions, and it happened to be her favourite. In the common tongue it said, 'Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair, And arms like silver glimmering.' Amariel put down the stick she was using to tend the fire with and slipped a tatty shawl around her shoulders, pulled on her leather boots, and tucked a dagger into her belt, before walking out of her front door. The pale sunlight had vanished without leaving any traces and the milky moon had appeared with a display of myriad stars. The towering trees swayed in time with the chilly breeze, rustling their leaves. The breeze nipped at her arms, making her tug her shawl tighter around her body. As she walked, odd twigs cracked beneath her feet and the quiet sound of crickets chirping could be vaguely heard. It was not a particularly nice night to be wandering the forest but Amariel had to collect more wood and pine cones for the fire; it was important for the fire to be going all night, or else she would surely die of the unmerciful cold that washed over each night, especially in the autumn. Amariel arrived at an ideal spot and leaned over to pick up a few stubby logs and stray pine cones from the damp ground. Swoosh. A sudden noise made her perk up, and make her heart beat slightly faster than usual. Usually, Amariel would not be fazed by an odd noise or two when she was outside, they were common when you lived in a forest, but this sounded much more unnatural as if it was made by a being. But since Amariel heard no more after that, she brushed off the noise as if it had never happened and headed back to her cottage.