Sunlight, Afterglow, Nightsky and Snowfield

Prelude - A call from an old friend

I recently started watching the three "Hobbit"-movies and both them as well as your stories inspired me to the following. I neither own the dwarves, nor Gandalf or any other Tolkien-Characters; the only one I own is Aurora Pearl-Light, who is my original character (see the picture). Please note that English is not my native tongue and I'll be very welcome for any suggestions or correction advices ;).

Just for your information: I found Aurora's picture via dreamstime and the picture for my FF was found on weheartit.

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I tightened my belt on my orange trousers, and put on my battered brown boots, white cloak with a hoodie and brown gloves. Then I pulled the hoodie over my head and my bag over my shoulder and finally grabbed my biggest treasure - a blue rod with a pearl on top. Lastly, I opened the door of my small house and stepped out of the door. I turned back, looked at everything, then sighed and closed the door. Who knew when I would come back here?

Aurora please, I said to myself. It is just another journey. You will assist another group with your wizarding skills and then be back in a flash. Maybe this time it will be different since the time has come you really needed to prove yourself. No more stupidities, no more clumsy actions! After all, you didn't work that hard to be a sorceress for naught!

That was true. I was born and spend my childhood in Gondor, until my parents died. My godfather, who was a wizard, adopted me and taught me everything he knew. Or at least he tried. I could not even light a match with my staff or to defend myself from bees. One day my godfather tried to teach me a simple spell to make it rain and the only magic I have done is to turn his eye black, as I punched him in the eye with my staff by mimicking his movements. My godfather supposed it was due to the fact that I wasn't born as a sorceress, but as a "simple" human. However, as untalented as I was, there was one skill in which I was best – healing. Therefore, my godfather started to teach me everything he knew on this – spells, herbs, medicine ... When he has taught me everything he knew he sent me to the leader of the Istari, a mighty wizard called Saruman The White. I stayed there for a while and learned a lot more out of the books from his vast library. Until this day when Saruman put me on probation because I dyed his hair and robe blue, which made him angry for some reason. During this probation, I proved myself as best as I could by letting all his potion flasks explode. This is when Saruman sent me away and let another wizard be in charge for me – Gandalf the grey. On that day I learned something else: Either it was more difficult to cast spells when I strained myself or this staff once belonged to a clown who cursed this staff so to prank every owner to come.

As it is, Gandalf made me learn by sending me on various quests. One of them lied before me ...

I put out a letter out of the pocket of my cloak, which I have received a few days ago.

You are to accompany me and a very noble fellowship on a very important journey, as our healer. You will meet us in Bilbo Baggin's house, a little house in a hole in the Shire. Look for my sign on the door. There will be no excuses, no cancellations. Gandalf The Grey

I sighed. No excuses and cancellations indeed. I have already made acquaintance with Gandalf's temper and under no circumstances ever would I try to provoke him again. Thus, there were no other options but to do as he said and to go on this journey.

Whatever, I thought. I would join him and his – how did he called it? – "noble fellowship" on their journey, assist them with my healing magic and be back in a jiffy, I thought.

Just another journey, just another task.

Nothing special.

I would soon find out how very mistaken I was.