The Hobbit

The army

Sigird and Tilda had started to make food, but you needed to go and find your family. Afraid that they had been attacked by the orcs.

Sigrid had understood why you needed to leave - but the dwarves didn't like that you needed to leave.

"I need to go and check on my family, Fili." you said and left the blond dwarf standing on the top of the stairs. You walked towards around the conour and found yourself standing face to face to your own mother.

Her (E/C) orbs looked older as she looked at you with a sad smile and wrapped her arms around you. She had been a loving mother, but when she had married your stepfather you didn't know why.

She had got Kristina with him, but you loved her like your real sister. Your own father had left her - knowing that she was pregnant with you. She needed to marry another man to keep you, but she didn't regret anything about it.

She had often told stories about your father and said that he was a loving man, always trying to please others. And the way she spoke of him, you knew that she still loved him deeply.

And she had asked that you would stop trying to find him, but how could you? He's your father, and you would loved to know him as if it needed to be as a stranger. To see his face.

"Mother, is something wrong?" you asked and pulled yourself away from her grasp - her eyes hardened with that. You placed your hand on her shoulder, she jumped by the contact and started to tear up.

"Mother, I don't understand. What's wr-" but she interupted you as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards your small house.

As you stepped inside - your stepfather turned at the door and looked even sadder as he looked back at where he had looked before.

Kristina looked at you and jumped up - ran forward and cried: "Sister! Don't leave us!" You didn't understand what their were talking about, as your (E/C) orbs found two brown eyes you had never seen before.

The eyes belonged to a young looking man and long dark brown hair - and a heart-shape face. One thought hit you; elf. The elf were dressed like a guard, with sword on his left hip and amour on his shoulder and chest. A soft smile found it's place on his face as a father would look on to his children.

Your heart made a jump and you looked over to your mother, wrapped your arms around Kristina. She wrapped her small arms around your neck. The elf stood up and your stepfather paled as his dark brown eyes to the elf looked at him - the elf looked grim, but somehow thankful.

"I need to thank you for taking care of my loved ones. And I see that (Y/N) have been given a sister, my love." your mother blushed and nodded, her gaze looked to pained - the elf saw that and took one step forward and pulled her toward his strong and anoured chest.

"My love will never fade, my love. I understand that you needed to do this." he said and you started to feel that you had needed to know this from the beginning.

Your mother had fallen in love with an elf and got you. Your father didn't leave because he wanted to, but he needed. He talked about everything that had got between him and his 'loved ones'. Somehow you couldn't make yourself forgive him. Had he found another she-elf and children with her?

Your mother didn't need more sorrow in her life, so you pulled away from Kristina and the so-called father of yours looked up. "Did you marry another?" you asked, your mother gasped and pulled away, ready to stop whatever you were about to do.

"No, my love. Let her ask away." and he turned toward you once more. You stood where you stood, demanding an answer. "No, if I were to marry - it would be your mother, my child." Somehow you were pleased with that answer and you nodded.