"I've been helping those dwarves across Middle Earth. They're coming from the Blue Mountains all the way in the west to the Iron hills, and they hired me to get them through the Misty Mountains and Mirkwood Forest."
"So what happened that brought you to Laketown?" Sigrid asked, handing Agarwaen a dress.
"You...don't happen to have any plain tunics and trousers, do you?" She asked apologetically. "Dresses and my line of work don't match very well."
"Tilda, go see if Bain will share one of his trousers." Sigrid turned back to Agarwaen. "I have a blouse I can give you."
"That will work just fine, thank you." She smiled.
"So, go on with your story." Sigrid prompted.
"Oh, yes. Well, in the forest, we were attacked by spiders as big as horses, and--"
"As big as horses?" Exclaimed Tilda as she came running back into the room with a pair of pants, which the elf graciously took.
"As big as horses. We were like flies in their webs, and were it not for the elves, we would have been sucked dry. But the elves were not there to save us. They brought us back to their palace and locked us up for trespassing."
"But you're an elf? Did they lock you up too?"
"Yes. I'm not exactly from there, so I was locked up too. The hobbit however, he escaped and stole the keys to the dungeon and set us free. Now, the only way out was down the river, so we all jumped in empty wine barrels and rode down the river in them. Then we met your father."
"And since you were locked up, they took everything from you so you have nothing." Sigrid completed the story.
"Yes. If it were not for your father, we would have starved to death in the wild with nothing but each other."
"I'm glad he found you then. I hope everything we can give you will be enough to get you on your feet again." Sigrid smiled.
"It's more than enough. You all are so very kind."
"You won't find anyone else very welcoming in this entire town." She muttered. "We'll let you get changed. Just come downstairs when you're finished." Sigrid said, offering another smile before taking her little sister down the stairs with her. Agarwaen came down two minutes later, with her old clothes in hand. She wasn't sure if Thorin wanted his shirt back now that they had new clothes, but she'd offer it to him.
The clothes she wore now were pants a little too short but still tucked into her boots, and a light cream colored blouse. She cursed the frills around the sleeves, but it was better than what she had before.
"Sigrid?" She asked as she walked out among the dwarves. Bard had just walked outside, and something rather unsettling had crossed her mind. She did not know how long they'd been in the forest.
"Yes?" The girl asked.
"What day is it?"
"The first day of winter is in three days." She answered, and Agarwaen just stared at her. Thorin heard her answer as well, and immediately motioned for the elf to join him, Balin, and the princes in discussing the plan.
"Durin's day is the morn after next. We must reach the mountain before then."
"And what if we do not? What if we fail to find the hidden door in time?" Kili asked.
"Then this quest has been for nothing." Fili answered.
"Agarwaen, if we leave now by boat, will we reach land before nightfall?"
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Bloodstained (Thorin x OC)
FanfictionAfter wandering Middle Earth for almost three centuries, Agarwaen, an elven outcast, gets roped into accompanying a dwarven company on a quest to reclaim their homeland, during which she must face her painful past. Will it end in more death, or will...