The Hobbit OC Story - The Unexpected Scout

A quest?

Yawning, a young woman sat upon a rock, enjoying the soft rays of sunlight tickling her pale skin. Then she started playing a little with the tips of her pure white hair that she had skillfully tied up into one single long braid, which rested onto her right shoulder. In doing so, her ruby eyes wandered over the wide open fields of wilderness that lied in front of her, admiring their beauty.

Well, it would be a wonderful sight, if it wouldn't be for the disgusting bodies of dead orcs and wargs, scattered all over the ground a few meters away from her stony seat. She sighed at that. It wasn't like she could blame anyone else besides herself for that. After all, it was all her work.

The slaughtered bodies with some of them missing a few of their body parts like heads, legs, arms, et cetera, et cetera, everything had been her own doing. But she didn't feel any sense of guilt. It had been them after all who had attacked her in the first place.

Seemingly they were some scouts in search for something or someone. The young woman let go of her braid and turned up her keen nose at the abominable smell of the corpses that excruciated her. These creatures already stank like hell when they were alive. Who could have guessed that they were able to cap that by being dead?

Well, it was already time for her to move on anyway. After stretching herself pleasurably, she hopped down from her rock and adjusted the belt of the sword on her back, making sure that it wouldn't become loose during the continuation of her journey.

As she was busy doing that, her also keen ears suddenly twitched. They looked far from humanly. More like the ones of a wild wolf and had the same light color as her hair. There was a noise of someone nearing themselves from behind her.

The woman wasn't sure if it was a friend or foe, so she kept silent and continued to check on her stuff, not wanting alarm anyone in case if she had to defend herself against them and potentially slaying them down as well just as she had done with the orcs and their wargs.

The sound of snapping branches under a pair of feet became clearer and louder with every second. She still remained calm, taking deep, inconspicuous breaths, anytime ready to unsheathe her sword. Her pure white tail, that also showed a wolfish trade and was attached to her butt, was on the verge of swaying nervously, nearly giving away her tautness.

But fortunately, the self-control over her own body didn't let her down and that made her smirk in satisfaction. All these years of mental and physical training truly paid off.

As the moves suddenly came to an end, the young woman was sure that the person was standing right behind her, only a few meters distant.

She sniffed and perked up her ears a little as she held her breath for a few seconds. It helped her to identify the figure behind her without looking at them directly. As far she could tell it was a man. An old one, but still going strong. And judging from the peaceful aura he was giving off to his surroundings he didn't come to harm her.

She also noticed that there must be magic flowing through his veins, but she couldn't tell how strong it was. Either he was trying to conceal it or he wasn't that powerful after all. It must be a wizard.

She had heard some stories about them. And in everyone, they were highly praised as wise, kindhearted, and protectors of the weak and old ones. However, as nice as that all sounded, it didn't mean that she should lower her guard until she knew this person's intentions of approaching her in the first place - wizard or not.

"May I help you? Or do you want to take root and stare holes into me, Master Wizard?", she asked, not able to suppress her curiosity any longer, and turned around.

In front of her was a man, dressed in a grey cowl and a broad-brimmed hat on top of his head, a trademark to notice that he must be a wizard indeed. He had a long beard, also colored grey, and a wooden staff in one of his hands that mostly looked like to be used more like a walking pole than for casting spells.