As we ran across the plains, we could hear the excited shouts of Radagast and the shrieks of the orc pack. “RUN,” Gandalf called over his shoulder as he ran ahead, “Damn,” I cursed as I caught a glimpse of him turning around and leading them towards us. ‘He’s going to get us killed,’ I thought to myself as I motioned for the others to press their backs against a large rock.
“There is no escape,” I hissed towards Gandalf, the feeling of the cool stone against my back filled me with pain. Suddenly a familiar growling rung out above us, “Warg scout,” I whispered my body tensing up. Thorin’s eyes met with Kili’s who nodded slowly in response.
Before I knew what had happened I heard a yelp as Kili’s arrow found its mark in the warg’s leg. It only enraged him further as he howled, notifying the others.
Thorin cursed quietly under his breath as Kili finished it off. “Something is not right,” I muttered; a wave of uneasiness washing over me. My eyes widened as I felt a dagger at my throat, ‘That’s what I forgot,” I thought to myself as the others turned to face me.
“Smart girlie,” the scout snivelled nodding towards the others, “Too bad that won’t save you,” he whispered before turning to face the others. “Drop your weapons,” he growled pushing the blade deeper into my neck. There was defiance in Thorin’s eyes but he sighed as he motioned for the others to discard their weapons.
The orc laughed bitterly and whispered, “Might as well kill you know.” I spat in his eye and countered, “Not if I kill you first.”
Within moments I had disarmed him and pointed his dagger into his own throat, “Who do you work for. Who was the orc scum who took the life of the Queen of Mirkwood,” I hissed through clenched teeth, placing my foot onto his chest.
He simply laughed and shook his head, “You’ll get nothing out of me she-elf.” Piercing the flesh in his throat I watched as small droplets of blood fall, “Oh I highly doubt that.”
I felt someone restrain me, “Enough Hyril!”
“LET GO OF ME,” I yelled struggling against Thorin’s grip, “THIS ORC SCUM KNOWS, HE KNOWS!”
Shrieking brought me out of my rage, “DOWN HERE,” Gandalf called motioning for the others to jump down, soon enough there was a large pile of dwarves at the bottom. “I cannot get down,” I muttered fearfully referring to my damaged wings. As an orc approached me, I reached for my bow and arrow but found my quiver was empty. He laughed cruelly, “Looks like the little birdie can’t just fly away.”
A shrill squeak left his lips as he fell forward at my feet, an arrow embedded into his back. Reaching for the arrow I smiled knowingly, “WHAT’S HAPPENING UP THERE?”
I tossed the arrow down towards them and called, “Elves, my brothers and sisters from Rivendell. Go ahead, I will find another way.” I heard muffled voices and soon the sound of voices and footsteps grew fainter.
Soon the orcs were all slayed and a tall elf on a white horse rode up to me, “Man i eneth lín?” I bowed my head in acknowledgment and replied in the tongue of elves, “Hyril i eneth nín.”
He raised his eyebrow replied in the common tongue, “Very well Hyril, you shall accompany us to Rivendell.” At this he motioned for one of the others to bring me a horse. “His name is Orlyn,” he informed me as I mounted the beast, “He is a loyal steed and will carry you safely.”
I nodded slowly as I rode beside him towards Rivendell, “May I ask where you are from?”
I laughed and raised my eyebrow, “you may, but if you wish to receive an answer, you must give me your name.” He smiled knowingly as he bowed his head, “Very well then, my name is Dyeern.”
“Well than Dyeern, I am from Mirkwood, daughter of King Thranduil,” I said staring straight ahead. His eyes widened and he became flustered, “My lady, I did not know,” he started before I cut him off,
“I am neither known as a princess, nor accepted as one at home. Please, just call me Hyril.” He nodded slowly eyeing my back cautiously; I had discarded my cloak as the soft material no longer concealed a secret or comforted me.
Clearing my throat I nodded towards the valley down below us, “Rivendell,” I whispered marvelling at its beauty. “
You speak as though you know of this place, yet you mentioned that you have not been outside of Mirkwood,” he said bringing his horse to a stop next to mine.
A faint blush appeared across my face as I stuttered, “I do not know of this place, that is true but I have seen it”
He gave me a puzzled look as I made my way carefully down towards Rivendell.
“My lady,” I was greeted by a breathless servant; he quickly bowed and motioned for me to join the others, “My lord Elrond is expecting you in the banquet hall.” I smiled down at him and thanked him for the information as I quickly made my way towards the banquet hall.
ooohhhhhh cute elvish guy, who may have a little something for Hyril....what will Thorin think? X3 lol nah jk's this is most likely the last we will see of poor Dyeern, hahaha XD Anyways hope you enjoyed that, please comment and vote :D Thanks!
-MJ Xx
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Fallen Angel (A Thorin fanfiction)
Fanfic“I don’t know why you have to come or what you have to say but I know it’s not good,” she laughed teasingly. I raised my eyebrow and smiled, “You are right in thinking so. But this is your choice to make; I have a quest in mind which will require yo...
