A True Halfling

It's my choice.....

After Faelwen left, she headed home. She lived on the outskirts of Hobbiton. On the way, she posted on a sign that said she would be visiting family, on her forge's door. When she got home, she packed several items of travel appropriate clothing.

She packed a few books on edible and non-edible plants, and plants that could be used for medical purposes. She also made sure to pack vile of plant extracts, and cubes of honey crystals. Then she packed her throwing knives, daggers, swords, her mother's bow, her ax, and her spear. Once everything was done, she layed out her clothes for tomorrow.

"Lord Aulë, Lady Yavanna, Eru, please help keep your children safe. For they are about to embark on a journey, some of which I'm sure are to be injured. I also ask that you help me, keep them safe. I'm pretty sure that they'll drive me insane."

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Faelwen started late. Keeping just behind the company. Secretly making sure that stayed out of trouble. Often replacing food rations while the group was bathing. The trolls threw her off, but Faelwen managed to grab most, if not all of the company's things. She placed them on her kart, climbed onto her horse. Knowing that Gandalf was leading them to Rivendell, she headed in the same direction.

By some miracle, she was able to arrive before they did. She was welcome with open arms, and led to her usual room. Once she was settled in, she was able to comb through her hair and beard, and take a nice warm bath. Once she was cleaned up, she put on her armor, and saddled up with Elrond's orc hunting party. They were able to intercept the orcs, and kill most of them before the rest got away. When they returned to Rivendell, the company had gathered around Bilbo, and brandished their weapons.

"Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain." Elrond said.

"I do not believe we have met." Thorin.

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror, when he ruled under the mountain."

"Indeed? He made no mention of you."

"Why would he," Faelwen said, taking her helmet off. "Thror only cared for gold. Hardly cared for others."

She got off her horse, handing the reins over. She stood before Thorin, standing a good eight inches above him.

"Come now Faelwen," Elrond said. "They are to be guests of Rivendell."

"Yeah, your guests. Have the twins returned?"

"No. They have yet to return."

Faelwen nodded, and took her horse to the stables. She took off the tack, hung it in the proper places, and fed the horse before heading to her room. She changed into a dark blue sleeveless tunic, with dark brown corset, dark brown trousers, and black boots.

She very carefully shaved her beard off, as she did every year when she mourned her father. After she was done, she lightly rubbed a salve on, that would prevent her beard from growing back for as long as she wished. She braided her out of her face, grabbed her weapons, and headed to the training grounds.

She set her bow aside, and practiced with her large daggers first. As she grew up, Faelwen learned many techniques from many swordsman alike. She found that she liked working with the duel technique. She found it easier to work with two, than working with one, but is proficient in both.

Faelwen twirled the dagger in her right, before throwing it the target. The blade briefly spun through the air, before landing dead center in the target. She continued her weapons training, unaware of the three sets of eyes on her.