His Daughter (a Thorin Oakenshield fanfiction) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2- Erind

50 years later~

'Erind, get up and do the chores!' A frantic women yelled from my door. Erind was the name I had been given all those years ago. I got out of my bed and fumbled around in the dark for my cloak and hairbrush. As I felt my way out of my bedroom and onto the balcony, I could see. The fabric around my eyes warmed up when it faced the sun. I brushed my hair and went outside to work in the fields. I noticed a shadow and looked up. I saw a man in a grey cloak.

'Hello, can I help you?' I politely asked.

'Possibly, you see I am looking for someone to come an adventure with me and some companions,' he explained. When he mentioned an adventure I smiled faintly remembering riding on Panther across the wide halls of Moria.

'I would love to join you on an adventure,' I sighed,' but you see, I am partly blind.'

'You are an elf, and you are partly blind,' he asked puzzled.

'Half elf, half man and the reason I lost my eye sight is that I was wounded in war,' I lied.

'War? You must be a fighter,' he guessed.

'Yeah, I know the basics,' I explained. I was actually a very good swordsman because of the elvish blood I had, I was also very good with the bow. I had taught myself 30 years ago.

'Come to the Shire in two full moons, a hobbits home with a dwarfish meeting rune on the green door will be the meeting place. You will meet Thorin Oakenshield.'

My heart froze. Was it the Thorin Oakenshield, prince of the dwarves.

'Do you mean the prince Thorin?' I asked him.

'Yes, do you know him.'

'Faintly, I am having second thoughts. I don't really want to go,' I told him.

'Please come, I need an elf like you on the quest,' Gandalf begged. I looked into his pleading eyes and made up my mind, I would go with Thorin, but he wouldn't find out who I was. If he did, he would kill me but then he would avenge the deaths of the dwarves in Moria. I knew what I had to do.

'Okay then, I will come,' I agreed,' goodbye um...'

'Gandalf, and your name?"

'Erind.'

'Not very elvish, who are your parents?' Gandalf asked.

'My mother died in birth and my father abandoned me,' I explained.

'I am sorry Erind, I will give you the name of Elóndra, meaning Strong,' Gandalf added.

'Thank you,' I replied. Gandalf was the first person who had ever been kind to me and I smiled. Maybe this adventure would be good for me and just maybe I could escape Father for good.

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