Aeareth has been traveling around Middle Earth for nearly sixty years after running away from her home, leaving behind who she was. Gandalf finds her and invites her on a quest to reclaim the dwarven kingdom of Erebor. The wizard gives her a simple...
For the next two days, I worked where help was needed. Most of my time was spent helping the people of Laketown restore Dale. The work was going quite well, considering the dwarves had lent the people the proper tools to rebuild. I worked with most of the company, dozens of elves, and dozens of able men from Laketown to make Dale a more stable place to live.
Over the last two days, Thranduil had been going to Erebor, along with Bard, to talk with Fili, Kili, Balin, and Gandalf. They were working on arranging the mass funeral for Thorin and all those that had died in the battle. A group of dwarves had gone to Ravenhill and retrieved Thorin's body a day ago, allowing them enough time to prepare his body for burial.
When I returned to Erebor later the second day, I walked to the balcony above the gate. I sat their, looking at Dale, Ravenhill, and the valley where the battle had taken place. It was somewhat overwhelming to be standing there, looking out over a place where hundreds, maybe thousands, of people had died to protect Middle Earth.
I came back to reality when I heard voices below at the gate. Glancing below, I saw Thranduil and Bard mounting their horses. Faron, who I found back in Dale, had told me that Thranduil's elk had not survived the battle. Thranduil and Bard were saying goodbye to Fili, Kili, and Balin.
"We shall meet again tomorrow," Bard said.
"Aye," Balin replied. "Until then."
"Until then," the taller men said before turning their horses and riding away from Erebor.
I sighed as I watched them rode off. I had spent little time with Legolas while in Dale. I had barely seen my father at all since he left after my healing. The only time I saw him was simply passing him on the road.
I stood up after a few more moments and headed towards the room I was sharing with Tauriel. Tomorrow would be a long day.
Tomorrow was the day we buried the dead, crowned Fili as King Under the Mountain, celebrated the lives of those we had lost and our victory.
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(outfit above is what Aeareth wears)
I slowly walked behind Bilbo, following the group of dwarves. We walked up a set of stairs to a small platform, where Thorin's body lay. On the far side of the platform stood Gandalf, Radagast, Beorn, Tauriel, Dain, Bard, Legolas, and my father.
I bit my lip when I saw Thorin. He wore new cloths, since his previous ones were splattered with blood. He wore a fur coat and gloves over his hands. In his arm was Orcrist and in his hands, which were lying on his stomach, was the Arkenstone. Everyone had agreed it should be buried with him.
I looked down at Bilbo. He was trying hard not to cry at the sight of his lost friend. Several other dwarves were trying not to cry. I placed my hand on Bilbo's shoulder. He glanced at me, then back at Thorin. After another moment, he moved forward to line up with the other dwarves. I fell in line with them.
