The White Armoured Shifter. [The Hobbit FF-ThorinxOcxAragorn Love Story]

1. Another Skinchanger.

It is nighttime; rain falls heavily upon a white and silver kingdom in the north. A solitary woman stand before the graves of two people, names are written on them, but they are too faded to make out the scripture written. Kneeling the woman set her hand on the smallest one and smiled sadly before turning to the bigger one and pressing her lips to the stone, "See you soon." she says softly before standing and then leaving.

Near the forest of Mirkwood, Ayrn came across an Orc pack, killing them effortlessly she walked around making sure they were dead and wouldn't come back to hurt anyone else. She was leaving as a group of elves surrounded her and aimed their bows at her, a tall blond elf weaved through his guard and stood in front of her, his sapphire blue looked her up and down a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he figured out who she was by looking at her.

"Well, well, if it isn't Ayrn the Skinchanger," his smile fell away from his lips, "What are you doing in these parts?" he asked accusingly, "I was killing off an Orc pack when you and your men surrounded me." looking at her he couldn't tell if she was lying or not and he didn't want to take the chance that she was. "Even so, I must insist that you come with us." sighing she shook her head, "I really wish you hadn't said that." the blond elf frowned.

And before he could do anything, she punched him in the face, disoriented and stumbling away from her, she spun on the rest of the guard and either knocked them out or disoriented them long enough for her to escape. Running, Ayrn ran and hid in an old fortress in Mirkwood. One she had heard of many times and hoped she'd never see but...life was not that fair. Walking about the ruins of Dol Guldur, she noticed a person in one of the cells.

Rushing to this solitary cell, she found an old man, breaking open the cell she hunched in and picked up the small and frail man, she knew it was a man by the long beard graying and knotted. Laying him in a spot of sun that pushed through the trees, he opened his remaining eye and looked at her, a weak gasp horsely pushed from his cracked and dry lips when he saw her, her silver-white hair, and purple-grey eyes.

"vaen." (Beautiful.) he gasped out to her before a tear rolled down his single eye and he died. Ayrn frowned and then set the man down, a piece of parchment sticking out of his shirt drew to her curiosity, pulling it out she saw it was a map, not one she would ever need but maybe someone else, tucking it into her gauntlet sleeve, she stood only to leave but the sound of metal hitting stone stopped her, looking at what had fallen.

She saw a ring and a key, stepping to pick them up she frowned at the key, it was shaped strangely and she had no use for it. Picking it up she put it with the map the ring however radiated importance and she slipped it onto a leather cord then tied it around her neck and left.

Weeks later she came across the wizard Gandalf, he hadn't seen her as she slipped him the key and map, and a note to say he found it. Becuase she didn't want it and didn't know what they were for nor did she want to know. That was how she felt until she ran into Gandalf again and was asked to join in on a journey with him and Twelve Dwarves.

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12 months later

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It is night as Bilbo is out scouting for the Company, Gandalf, and Ayrn. Bilbo peeks over some rocks on a high ledge and watches Azog and his Warg-Scouts running along a ridgeline not far away, occasionally stopping to smell the air in their pursuit of the Company. Not finding anything, they continue on their way. Suddenly, Bilbo hears a snarl from the side and ducks behind the rocks. He peeks out and sees a large bear watching Azog from another pile of rocks, snarling softly. Bilbo sneaks away.

Only to hear as he's leaving the same bear roaring. Bilbo has made his way down the rocks to where the dwarves, Gandalf, and Ayrn are waiting to hear Bilbo's spy report. "How close is the pack?" Dwalin asks just as the Hobbit arrives, "Too close. A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it." Bilbo tells them and they all think the worse, "Have the Wargs picked up our scent?" Dwalin shoots out, "Not yet, but they will; we have another problem." Bilbo says to him.