Carissi POV
Why won't these stupid elves stop hunting me?? I mean really what did I ever do to them?? Granted I am a half breed "abomination" as they call me but that's my parents fault, not mine. It doesn't matter really because if I don't stop complaining in my head and focus I'll have 20 arrows in my side.
I'm dodging through the fields near Rivendell, trying to avoid a group of elves that are hunting me for trespassing. Just a note, elves are HIGHLY territorial. Just 20 yards and I'll be out of their territory and in the woods. I slowly move to the other side of the boulder I'm hiding behind. As I move to the other side I step on a stick. Really?? I'm so close!! I hear it crack beneath my feet and hope that my hunters didn't. Of course my luck sucks and I hear the thundering of horse hooves behind me. Well they will find me either way. Now it's just a matter of whether or not they will catch me.
I sprint from cover to the border hoping I can make it before the horses catch up to me. I hear shouts behind me but keep running. My hood falls so I can't look back. No one on Middle Earth has seen my face for 50 years. I'm so close to the border but I can hear the horses snorting behind me. I sprint into the tree line but keep running. If they chose to follow me I need to lose them here.
I run off the path and find a small clearing to camp in. I pull up the hood of my emerald green cloak and pull off the small sack I carry. All I have in it are a change of clothes, some food and water rations and a dagger. I carry two small swords strapped to my waist, the last things I have from my father, my bow and arrow, and an assortment of daggers and throwing knives. Hey I'm a girl wandering alone with no male accompaniment. You can't be to careful.
I use my pack as a pillow and lie down. Just as I am about to drift off I hear a noise from the line of trees surrounding me. I quickly load my bow which was lying next to me and point it at the source of the noise.
A figure emerges from the trees. He is tall, wears a long gray robe and a pointed hat, and carries a staff. He smiled at me before coming up and kneeling down beside me.
" Who are you?" I question warily.
" My name is Gandalf the Grey and I am looking for someone to share in an adventure....."
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Running From the Truth ( A Hobbit Fanfiction)
FanfictionCarissi is a mistake. 1/2 elf and 1/2 dwarf she does not belong with either race, no place to call home. Her mother, an elf, died in childbirth. Her father died trying to regain the Mines of Moria with the dwarves of Erebor. However, when she is for...
