Gandalfs Granddaughter

Chapter 1: Meeting the Company

Grandpa left yesterday ordering me to follow suit today. So here I am riding upon my golden stallion with my thick black cloak billowing around me. My name is Gwendolyn Artinoldar but call me that and my boot will be shoved up your ass, everyone calls me lynx only my parents were ever allowed to call me Gwen. My parents died when I was four from an attack from goblins and orcs, horrid creatures they are. My dad was a dwarf, he used to tell me stories of Erebor, my father was captain of the kings guard he risked his life countless times to save king Thrain, but in the end it wasn't enough Erebor was taken from my kin and now the filthy dragon, smaug, inhabits the kingdom under the mountains. My mother was Gandalfs daughter and also half elf. Grandpa said it was rare that a dwarf and elf even get a long but to get married and have a baby was unheard of! People who find out about my heritage tell me that im a mistake. That I shouldn't be allowed to live. A howl interrupts my train of though, I notch an arrow into my bow prepared to fight them off. From over a hill about 50 orcs riding wargs run towards me. I unleash an onslaught of arrows that kill over half of them but soon they are upon me snipping at my horses feet. I unsheathe my sword while jumping off my horse and slice and stab expertly through the survivors. Within minutes there is no sound except for my ragged breathing my body is exhausted and I feel blood rushing out of a couple of wounds. The shire is nearby so I hurriedly mounted the stallion and she runs towards hobbington with me wrapping my wounds. Thirty minutes later I see a small door with a glowing blue symbol upon it. I jump off my horse and walk up to the door where I could hear yelling and merry laughter ring within the dwelling. I wrap my cloak tightly around so no one can see my face or body before knocking. A hobbit with curly brown hair answers the door with an exasperated look upon his face.
"Lyn at your service." I greet curtsying.
"Bilbo Baggins at yours." He responds before hurrying me inside. Bilbo leads me into a dining room full of dwarves. Once I enter everyone grows silent staring at me.
"Gwendolyn! So glad you could make it." I hear Gandalf exclaim. My head snaps towards him. "Don't call me that!" I growl through my teeth.
"Yes, dear. Lyn this is Dwalin, Balin, Nori, Dori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bombur, Bofur, Bifur, Fili,and Kili. Guys this is Gwendolyn Artinoldar but don't call her that if you value your life." I nod in acknowledgement to the dwarfs. The one introduced as Balin gasped," The assassin, Gwendolyn Artinoldar?!"
I smirk though they can't see it,"the one and only."
The next ten minutes were spent with the dwarves demanding to know if the stories were true about me. We were interrupted with a loud knock in the door and Gandalf says,"He's here."