Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 2 : A Late Arrival

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

The sun was almost down. Orange was the filling the atmosphere and the forest was warmly lit by the bright star. Pomegranate pink dyed the sky. Scarlet, then amethyst emblazoned the enormous sky then it darkened to an obsidian. Perched on a thick branch, pointing my bow and arrow at nothing. Well, i'm just waiting for it to move. My prey. When it moves I'm going to release the arrow which will kill it of course. My aim was seriously on point. I heard a rustle from where i was pointing the arrow at yet my only instinct was to kill.

It always has been.

Though the sound of the noise throughout the forest ( that was not far from the Shire) meant that I had let go of the feather-fetching. Missed the animal by a few inches. It ran as far away as it could possibly run. As I sighed in disappointment, clambered down from the tree and got the arrow, that I had failed to shoot an animal with.

Although it was a Wednesday ; middle of the week, and the night was the average temperature. Either warm or cold. But I felt more colder as darkness consumed the forest.

"I have a preposition on Thursday? Tomorrow? No that cant be right," I began muttering to myself, "No its today. Shit."

Late again. What a surprise.

Usually I do end up being very late, but today seemed like it was ok. I mean I probably was suppose to be there an hour ago. Pulling my bow onto my shoulder, then whistling, using my fingers for my horse. Ember. My horses name is Ember, a wild horse from-well the wild. Now i just to wait for it come to me.

Galloping, like you'd never believe. Ember reveal himself to me by galloping quickly. This was a one shot, to attempt to mount the horse in just a few sturdy seconds. Luckily for I mounted just the right time. Using its long main as reins to steer the inky-looking horse to this place known as bag-end. I'm excited about this preposition maybe a little confident and scared at the same time.

There have been rumors, that a quest is to take place. A quest to take back the dwarf kingdom Erebor. Which is just a bunch of nonsense. The riches that lay in the mountain with a dragon who goes by the name Smaug. Again, its nonsense. I wouldn't dare believe that the dwarves would really attempt to kill a dragon.

The wind blowing in face, like it was scratching my face open. Strands of my light blonde that were shorter than the rest of my hair, flew out of the braids that held them together. Spinning in front of my eyes, blocking my sight. Ember's ear pointing forward, sharply hearing the world outside. The power he'd put in for every hoof that touched the mud. Its ebony scrawly but beautiful mane, his tail whipping around and the flowing motion of my strong steed. Ducking my head every time there a branch that i was about to hit.

Ember came to a trot as we approach Hobbiton. Houses that were positioned in the ground like holes filled with dirt and worms with an oozy smell. Then it came to attention that there was a green door with a brass knob with a mark on it. This is place. Must be. I don't see any other round door with a mark and its the house that claims to say 'Bag-End'. I dismounted the stallion and as he galloped off into the wild of the unknown. My horse has no limits to freedom and neither do I.

Walking cautiously towards the smallish round green door, breathing normally as i possibly could. Which in actual fact is extremely hard to do.

I rose my fist to my around my shoulders. I'm not that tall, alright? Knocked a few too many times. It felt like I was banging on it really loud but it was the strength and force i had put into the knocking. After waiting what seemed to be forever, and I turned around facing the the gorgeous view. The lights from some sort of village and the holes in the ground that were houses which these hobbits lived in. The dark blanket of ink covering the nights sky and the stars that were embroidered onto the blanket. What looked to be flowers in the front garden as it dark, my vision was blurred

My elven ears heard a flat creak in the door as it opened. God! The sound! Could be deafening if you ask me.

"I didn't think you would come," Said a very, very familiar voice. Gandalf.

I turn around to face him to see the wise wizard. He was very tall in the hobbit house. Taller than me.

"I didn't think you'd open the door Gandalf," I say, very cockily.

Gandalf gestured his hand for me in which I did. Ducking my head as the door was small and not my specific height.

"Why are you so late?" He asked like he was interrogating me. I look around to see that a hobbit beside Gandalf. His facial expression looked rather fed up and that maybe be because there were thirteen dwarves stood in the hallway. Though trying to get out of this explanation wasn't going to be easy.

"I might have forgot, Gandalf," I say, attempting to avoid an awkward situation.

"Oh really," the grey wizard replied unimpressed.

"Yes."

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Hey Guys!

Hope you enjoy this slightly boring chapter of this new book. I will be putting my other one on hold for reasons. Did you guys have a nice new year? Guess what? I have a test next friday!! Woooo! Because school cant get enough of me!

-Holly!