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❝A Journey To Remember❞
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My eyes fluttered open as my eyes adjusted the light surrounding me. There were bees, huge bees. I swatted one away as it flew close to my face. I stood to my feet before walking away turning to see where the dwarves were. I turned a corner and saw a man feeding the dwarves and my Uncle. Beorn. The man of the house was feeding everyone breakfast, but I didn't really have my appetite.

      "So you are the one they call Oakenshield. Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?" Beorn questioned Thorin as he looked up to the large man.

     "You know of Azog," he furrowed his eyebrows. "How?" He questioned deeply before I sat into an open seat up at the table.

      "My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the Orcs came down from the north. The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved," he paused as I looked down at the shackles that had been still caught on his wrists. "Not for work, you understand, but for sport. Caging skin-changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him." I listened closely with sympathy building up in me.

      "There are others like you?" Bilbo questioned, my gaze slowly falling to my Uncle as we exchanged glances.

      "Once there were many," Beorn whispered deeply, walking around the table with a wooden jug of milk.

      "And now?" I questioned as he poured milk into the empty cup that laid in front of me.

       "Now there's only one," he stated towards me, glancing down at my small figure as I reached for my cup. "You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn."

      "Before Durin's Day falls, yes." Gandalf stated nodding his head in agreement.

       "You are running out of time," Beorn stated glancing between the dwarves at the table as I took a gulp of my milk.

        "Which is why we must go through Mirkwood," Gandalf mentioned as Thorin sent him a look, a look that meant no good.

       "A darkness lies upon that forest, foul things creep beneath those trees," Beorn began as chills went down my spine. "There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and The Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there, except in great need," Beorn stated as I listened closely to the conversation, wondering what was going to happen.

      "We will take the Elven Road," Gandalf spoke up breaking the tension. "Their path is still safe," Gandalf assuringly smiled as I looked over to Thorin, seeing him sending me a worried look.

       "Safe? The Wood Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin," Beorn stated, and I knew these Elves were different. I've read about the multiple different kind and where they come from. "They're less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not."

       "What do you mean?" Thorin questioned as I looked over to Thorin.

         "The land of Mirkwood isn't safe," I paused. "More dangers grow around the border, full of orcs and creatures from far lands," I glanced between the Dwarves. "The numbers of danger grow more and more every year with the passing of time. It's not as safe as it used to be." I stated as everyone nodded their heads listening closely, along with Beorn.

      "You are on foot," Beorn continued as I drank more milk. "You will never reach the forest alive," he mentioned making my stomach turn. "I don't like dwarfs," the large man began changing the subject. "They're greedy and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem less than their own." Beorn finished, holding a mouse that had ebb crawling on Dwalin's shoulder. "But Orcs I hate more." He finished off as I smirked slightly at his remark. "What do you need?"