His Daughter (a Thorin Oakenshield fanfiction) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 3- The Shire

As I walked towards the door with the glowing dwarfish rune, I heard firm voices. My clothes were blowing in the wind. I was wearing an green top and brown pants with a coating of leather armour. I took a deep breath and hoped none of the dwarves would recognise me from the battle of Moria. I knocked twice on the door and it opened. I looked inside and saw a small frightened man. He was smaller than a dwarf and had elf ears. I recognised him as a hobbit.

'Elóndra, at your service,' I added using my long forgotten manors.

'Bilbo...Baggins,' he replied nervously.

'Who's this?' A deep voice asked. I dwarf came out of the dining area in the hobbit hole. He had royal blue and silver armour, a long black beard and thin black hair with a few grey hairs poking out. I had seen him before, and I realised this must have been Thorin Oakenshield.

'Elóndra,' I replied. He studied me. I could see in his eyes, a bitter hatred.

'This is the sixteenth member of the company,' Gandalf explained.

'I don't need an blind she-elf on this trip,' he hissed. I felt anger pulse through my veins. But I controlled my anger, I deserved it after what I had done to his kin.

'I have chosen her and if you won't let her come, I will not come either,' Gandalf stated.

'Fine then,' he hissed. I was led into the dining room and I placed my weapons on a spare chair. I sat down and started inhaling a roast.

'Strange for an elf to like meat,' Balin observed.

'Half-elf,' I corrected and took another bite.

'Still,' Balin argued.

I had learnt all of the dwarves names. There was Fili, Kili (Thorin's nephews), Balin, Dwalin, Bombur, Bofur, Bifur, Ori, Dori, Nori, Oin, Gloin and lucky last Thorin. I sat next to Thorin and accidentally bumped into him. As I did so, I felt a searing pain in my arm. It couldn't be the curse. The pain was getting worse, I got up quickly bumping the table and ran out. I grabbed my knife and bit onto it. A trick I had been taught to deal with pain. I rolled up my sleeve and saw the promise glowing red like it had when Father had done it. I couldn't control myself, I reached up and grabbed my knife. Kill Thorin, Kill Thorin. Voices echoed in my head. I quickly snapped out of it. I had to be more careful. I settled down on the couch and thought about the quest to save Erebor and fell into a deep sleep.

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A shadow appeared before me. I instantly recognised him as Father. I looked around and saw an old fortress. Broken stone lingered on the floor. Azog walked past me and I felt my blood rising. Father had brought him back, wait this was just a dream.

'Azog,' Fathers voice was like a whip.

'Father,' Azog replied. He was still missing his arm, I observed. In his arm, a long metal rod hung.

'Where is your sister?' Father asked.

'Fifty years have past but I have been dead. I do not know where she is,' Azog replied.

'I know she is near Thorin, the last of the Durins,' Father added in a calm tone.

'How dare that little mutt, she has betrayed us,' Azog roared.

'Now, now Azog, she has not betrayed us,' Father explained,' the promise she made still burns. I will send an orc pack to find her and tell her that if she joins us, her mother shall be brought back from the dead.'

'Really, Father. You are going to bring back her mother,' Azog looked shocked.

'Yes son, I will. She may have left us but the same evil is inside her. Celiviel's eyes can not be concealed for much longer,' Father smiled,' and I hope she can hear us.'

'What do you mean?'

'Your sister might have another gift. Her mother could see the future like her brother Elrond of Rivendell,' Father snapped,' Azog leave me now.'

Azog bowed and left the courtyard. Father looked around.

'If you can hear me, Celiviel, listen! I will bring back your mother, if you kill Thorin Oakenshield. I am giving you a choice but soon you will be forced to kill him. Your promise is becoming stronger...'

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