Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 20 : Lady of Light

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

I need to find Gandalf. He's part of the white council, he'll be where they have meetings, where the wall enclosed over the sky like a dome, with a rounded stone table placed in the middle. Though by the time I got there, I could see no one. Had they left? I wrap both my arms round the light brown corset with darker brown, cinnamon-coloured strings, that was tightly coiled round a crimson-brown tunic that was well above my knees. I see the sun begin to rise. The dwarves would be beginning to either awaken or exit this elven civilisation.

"I am intrigued that you are even here, Casadon," A disembodied voice said from behind.

That person is walking closer and closer to my side. The voice was strong and I knew exactly who it was. The way she said my name, as if it wasn't my name.

"And here I thought, you didn't care about me," I retort back to figure who happens to be standing next to me, or a few inches behind me.

I turn my head in a hesitant manner, to face this person. Galadriel. Those light crystal, almost-grey eyes, looking at me in my emerald green eyes. Her hair is long, and curly. The same colour as mine and her pure dress, shines against the upcoming light.

"Yet you have come far, for someone that does not meet expectations," the Lady of Light continues.

"I meet my expectations,"

"Which is why, you should reconsider this quest," another disembodied voice sounded from behind Galadriel. Gandalf the Grey. Why? Why should I reconsider? Should I just let go, the fact that if I leave the company and only for Yazneg to hunt me down with his Warg-pack.

I don't think so.

"You can't go through with this quest, even if your desires consume you and for what is too come" Lady Galadriel explains. Was she trying to say I was greedy? Did she know that I wanted dwarf gold from Erebor?

"Is this because of the nightmare I had last night, and you both miraculously know about it," I start to question both of the tall people.

"That is because I told them," Elrond walked over in a robe, "You were screaming in the middle of the night."

"We fear; that after the murder of Vara Singollo, Azog could be after you again," Gandalf explains. This was bullshit. This entire conversation. I should have never have come here, I should have stayed with Thorin. But would Thorin still question me like I knew all the answers?

"How'd you know the nightmare was about Azog? How do you even know what it was about " I further question. This was becoming a nightmare itself. But how? How the hell would they know what it was about? Its none of their concern either.

"Your eyes, are just as much as mine child," Galadriel then clarifies.

The colours begin to array in the open; in the sky, yet I am concerned for time and whether or not the dwarves will have left. I feel Harnil, move every so slightly in the sheath on my back.

"You know she said something to me," I point out, leaving further questions.

"Who?" Gandalf questions.

"Vara Singollo. And do you know what she said?" I directed it a Galadriel on purpose. Her presence was clear, now coming to realize that was in Dol Guldur herself last night. "She said 'Don't let him win." Like I have to go on this quest. Like fate wants me to slaughter the pale orc."

I hear Gandalf breath, rather loudly, causing my eyes to turn to his his attention discretely.

"When in that case, maybe you should complete the quest," Gandalf breathes.

"Then you better take these," Elrond perks up in the conversation, he has two elven, muddy brown arm bracers. Why are they giving me gifts? I have done nothing and will not do anything in return, "They're forged from Tilkal, from Valinor, one of the strongest metal from this Earth."

I'm intrigued.

As Elrond ties the arm bracers to my forearms, Galadriel puts her hand on my shoulder. For some reason I do not flinch. Yet, I desire to question it.

"You are not alone child," She whispers in my ear. I'm eternally grateful.

I feel like they know what is to come from the future; which is why they don't want me to continue the quest until, from what I've seemed to have gathered know I could perhaps kill Azog and the nightmare was only a myth. Only a fragment of what could be the future. If I stay stupid enough.

"I ca-n-not express my gratitude," I thank the white council.

Good heavens Saruman the White isn't present, his ego needs to see his ass. He revolts me; He disgusts me; he hates me with such hatred he'd kill me for it Leader of the wizards. Even Gandalf's a better wizard than he considers himself a wizard. He has no purpose in Middle Earth.

"You don't need too, Cas," Elrond says in a soft tone.

Yet, I feel a sudden consumption of gratefulness. Why were these people being strangely kind to someone who it consider to be a monster? I consider myself worse things than a monster. I need to leave if I wanna see the company again. I begin to stroll away from the White Council, not looking back to see their faces. Though, I feel pressured. Pressure that i'm not waving goodbye like i'm going off to war. But I'm not.

"Your father loves you, Casadon," Galadriel says.

I stop dead in my tracks as the my breath becomes hearible. I clear my throat.

"No he doesn't."

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Hello! I'm back from my glamping trip! It was amazing! But i can now write! Not very happy with this chapter, I just don't seem to like it :| and its not a considerably long as the previous ones :) And I forgot to describe the arm-bracers but heres a picture to feed ya imagination :)

BYE MOTHER-FEATHERS? 

(What? Im a weirdoooo)