Gandalf and Bilbo leave the room to open the door.
"Why don't you take off your cloak?" Fili asks.
"Is it any of your business?" I snap. Fili looks hurt.
"I'm sorry it's just personal." I sigh apologizing.
Voices drift down the hallway towards us and soon Gandalf and Bilbo walk in with another dwarf I look up at him at the same time he looks over at me and a shiver runs down my back as I look into his eyes. I quickly look away and listen as Gandalf introduces him as Thorin Oakenshield,King under the Mountain. The night goes on with Bilbo fainting and me smacking the backs of people's heads for their idiocy. I'm kneeling in front of Bilbo with a wet rag that I press against his forehead. Soon everyone joins Bilbo and I and Bilbo wakes up. I stand up and lean against the fireplace and soon am joined by Thorin. I start singing lightly.
"Far over the misty mountains cold." Everyone looks up at me shocked while I continue singing and Thorin joins and soon all the dwarves joined too.
"to dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
The dwarfs of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped a Wrought and light they caught
To hide the gems on hilts of sword
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars on crowns they hung
The dragon fire in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long forgotten gold
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold where no man delves
There lay the long and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale
The dragons ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail
The mountains smoked beneath the moon
The dwarfs they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet beneath the moon
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away ere break of day
To win our harps and hold from him"
Bilbo heads to his room as we finish the song and slowly everyone starts setting up their sleeping bags. Gandalf hugs me goodnight my arms wrap around his middle sighing in the comfort of my grandfather. I'm a tall dwarf but a short elf so I only reach up to his torso. He kisses my head then wisks out the room. Someone clears there throat next to me and I look and see Thorin standing next to me. "You have a beautiful voice." He tells me.
"Thank you."
"I don't believe we met properly, I'm Thorin Oakenshield." He says sticking out his hand.
"I'm Gwendolyn Artinoldar." I say placing my small dainty hands in his large rough ones before he lifts my hand up to his lips and kisses my knuckles.
"Pleasure to meet you." He says.
"The pleasures mine." I respond.
"Do you mind me asking where you learned that song?" Thorin questions.
"Not at all. My father was a dwarf and head of the guard for your father. He taught me the culture and traditions before he died." I answer.
"Your father was Lloyd Artinoldar?"
"Yes."
"What happened to him?"
"An Orc attack, he already lost an arm and leg while trying to save your father from smaug so he couldn't really fight." I say trying to keep my tears at bay.
"I'm sorry to hear that your father was like family to me." Thorin looks sincere and I was just overwhelmed with emotion, I wrapped my arms around his waist as tears began to fall.
"I miss him and ma." I sob into his shoulder.
He rubs my back trying to calm me then lifts me up bridal style and sets me down on the sofa and covers me in my blanket.
"Goodnight." He says before kissing my forehead then walking to the other side of the room and setting out his stuff. I fall asleep listening to the crackling of the fire.
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Gandalfs Granddaughter
FanfictionGwendolyn Artinoldar, prefers being called Lyn, is Gandalf the Grays granddaughter. Lyn is 21 and is dwarfish, eleven, and part wizard. She controls the four elements water, fire, air, and earth.she also happens to be an assassin of all evil doers...
