The Unknown Child {Hobbit Fanfic}

Hwest (Bree)

Before you lovely readers read on, I'd like to mention that this story wouldn't be possible without my husband: Death2kn1ght he's helped a lot especially in the later chapters!
If it's not too much, please give him a shout-out 🥰 he's done as much work as I have, trust me! An offline co-writer!
Giving me ideas, tips, etc

Thank you! - Enjoy ☺️
~ Ash
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*Apostrophe marks in italics ' are thoughts.
- Example: 'Hello everyone!'
* italics without apostrophes put emphasis on certain word(s)
- Example: Run. Run!
* Asterisk symbol * in bold is a translation for any of Tolkien's languages.
- Example: "Mae Govannen." *Well met.*

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In the small town of Bree lived a woman, who was half Wood Nymph and half Elf. She had the powers to control the elements. She had white hair, which held a home-made flower crown with a jewel settling on her forehead. Her face was streaked with white makeup underneath the eyes and on her red-painted lips to her chin. Her eyes themselves were a greyish-green. Wood nymphs would live for hundreds of years, like Dwarves. But since she was a mix of both Elf and Nymph, knowing how long she would live was unknown.

Just 10 years after the fall of Erebor came a Dwarf, now this wasn't an unusual occurrence since Erebor fell and they were traveling looking for work. But this particular Dwarf gave off a radiance of power, independence, anger, and much more. He came to her stall, as he was browsing all of them for work. She sold plants, flowers, remedies. For it was easy for her to keep them growing and make remedies from what she grew. Her plants and flowers stayed alive longer due to her being part Nymph.

The dark-haired Dwarf stopped in front of her. "You. Where can I find the smith?" He asked.
She blinked at him "Across the way, master Dwarf." The smith was directly across her stall.
"Thank you..."
"Amara." She replied, blushing.
"Thank you, Amara. I'm Thorin son of Thrain at your service shall you ever need it."

There was something about him that made her stomach knot, and her heart beat faster. "Thank you, Thorin son of Thrain."
It was with a tilt of his head that he left for the stall across hers. Oh how she wished he would stay. The townsfolk in Bree accepted her, but did not socialize with her often. She stayed here because she had a job, which was hard to find for her species. A Vabella, Gandalf called her once. She missed that sneaky wizard and his cunning ways.
She was indebted to him, for he was the one who actually got her this job - got the townsfolk to accept her.

It was some time before she talked to Thorin again, but every morning she would see him hammering away on a sword, or an axe.. Something. His back to her, sometimes shirt on other times shirt off. He obviously got the job and was a hard worker. She was glad. But, Amara soon noticed that he rarely took breaks to eat. So Amara made it her job to make him lunch everyday. She knew from her travels that Dwarves liked meat, and ale. So she tried to include those when possible.

She walked across to the Smith's stall with a basket in hand. "You've not been eating your lunch once again, Thorin." She spoke. He paused in his work. "Aye, I've been too busy to eat Lady Amara. These swords need to be done come morning." He explained.
"Surely you can take a five minute break, to regain your strength?"
Thorin sighed. "I suppose so. Thank you for the food, Lady Amara."
She scoffed. "Lady? Do I look like a Lady to you?"
He studied her. "If you mean a royal Lady, then no. An average everyday Lady, then yes."
Amara grumbled. "Please drop the 'Lady' bit, Thorin. I assure you, I may look like an average Lady but i'm just as much a guy as you are in a woman's body." She spoke.
He smirked "If you insist, Amara."
"Thank you, Thorin."
"And thank you for the food, once again. It helped greatly."
She nodded her head. "Your very welcome." Then left the stall to goto her own.