Cursed with Shadows (Hobbit Fanfiction)

Chapter Five: The Wolf Who Cried Boy.

Galadriel's P.O.V

*Dream*

A doe. It's thin dangly legs were moving too fast to properly see as it sprinted in the dark forest. It's unusal icy blue eyes widen as an arrow swooshes past it, nearly skimming the doe's ear. Startled by this, the doe lets out a yelp and changes its direction instinstivally. The foliage in the doe's path became thicker slowing the doe down as it constantly tripped over various tree roots. The sound of the hunter's hurried steps became lowder, indicating that he was catching up. 

The doe was going to get caught. 

When the doe managed to get out of the thick foliage, it had reached a dead end.  A waterfall which reached a massive height stood in the doe's way and creating a small pool of water near the doe's hooves. On either side of the waterfall were great green mossy cliff like walls, caving in the doe and eliminating it's possibility of escape. 

When another arrow flew passed the animal and disappering into the pool of water, the deer turned its head to hunter. It's glowing blue eyes watched as another arrow was being loaded. 

The hunter, who's face was hidden by its greasy long locks, was a dwarf judging by his height. He wore a coat lined with fur and a sword strapped to his back. With one swift movement, he let go of the bow string, sending an arrow into the doe's body.

The doe collasped. Its breathing quickened as its blood slowly stained the water around it red. The hunter dropped his bow and made his way to his prey with a dagger in his hand.

However, before he could quickly end the creature's life, the doe lifted its head with its remaining strength and stared into the hunter's eyes, causing him to freeze. The hunter  then muttered the words of an apology as he tired and sooth the scared creature by stroking its neck gently.

When he raised his dagger, flakes of gold glowing magic began to distrubte from the doe's wound and float into the air around them. The hunter was startled by this and staggered back while muttering a few dwarven curses.

Not before long, the doe was gone and in its place was a naked lady with an arrow lodged deep into her rip cage. The lady, who's dark wet hair and eyes are identical to the doe's, did nothing but stare at the hunter as he gathered her in his arms.

It was that moment that I realised who the girl was. She was the one who  I had seen in the Seer's painting and in a vision nearly a decade ago.  If this is true, the Fates must have changed her destiny.

I watched angrilly as the lady died in the dwarf's arms and the vision faded.

*End of Dream*

I shot up from my bed. Ignoring the ergent knocks on the door, I tried to recollect my thoughts. This cannot happen. Something needs to be done. The path in which Fate had now decided to take her cannot continue.

Pulling the blankets to one side, I made my way to the window. Removing the latch, I opened the glass panels and stared out into the night sky. The refreshing light breeze was all I needed as I looked up at the ansectors for guidence.

"The child's fate cannot end like this. If it does, Middle Earth shall be in great danger years upon it's time. Please, Geat Ones, I seek for guidence in what to do. I cannot allow this to happen."

I waited and waited for a reply. There was none. As an inaudiale sigh escaped my lips, I grabbed the cloak from its hanger and wrapped it around my shoulders. When at the window again, I stated my answer.