Breath of Life

Chapter 6

I gave the blonde dwarf an annoyed look. "What?" I sighed. "Never saw a half-naked mermaid?" He shook his head. "No, the thing is, I never met someone like you. Who are you?" He shout through the noise of the waves and the storm of the water. "I will tell you later." I shouted back. "Now we have another problem... The orcs found us!" He looked in the distance and wided his eyes with shock. "Thorin!" He shouted and the leader looked back at him. The young dwarf pointed his arm in the direction where the orcs came from. Then we saw a bunch of elves make their way after the orcs and slay them down. With every meter we swam in the river, the more wild and dangerous the river became. 

I looked ahead to see, if Bilbo was alright. In a way, I enclosed him very quick in my heart. Nobody ever was able to trust me that quick, without hesitation. I sighed in relief, when I saw the poor Bilbo hold on the barrel for dear life. What a surprising fellow! Someone tapped me on my finger. "ahem, it's getting more dangerous. See, that you can shift in any form, I wanted to suggest you that... that you can may... maybe shift in something small and hop in my barrel... it's... it's more safer you know!" It was the young blonde dwarf. I looked up on him and smirked. He blushed fiercely. "I have a better idea." I let go of the barrel and the dwarf looked in awe, as I disappeared.

Fili's POV

She just disappeared! What witchcraft is that?? I looked around frantic to catch a glimpse of her but she just disappeared! When I looked around I suddenly heard a scream. Then I saw her: galloping on a black stallion. In her hand a sword, that seemed forged for gods and goddesses. Our folk forged many swords, for lords, for kings, for princes and so on, but I never saw a sword like that. And the stallion she rode had eight legs... weren't horses supposed to have four legs?

Merenwen's POV

"Sleipnir, it's showtime, big brother." I whispered to him, while I was charging against the fleeing orcs. I whirl my sword around and slay them one by one down. After a mile or so I whisper to Sleipnir. "Ser deg senere" He stops and I swing me down of him. I pat him a few times on his neck. "takk min storebor!" I whisper to him. He turned around and nuzzled me and rode away. I take my bow and shooted all the orcs down, who were dangerously near the dwarves. I was occupied with kill the orcs that I didn't notice, an orc drawed nearer to strike me with his sword. I only heard a puff of air and looked back. The orc behind me looked in shock and fell dead backwards. I turn my head around and saw a young elf stand on a stone. 

He nodded and I nodded and with that, we decided to not kill each other for this time. I looked back and saw, that the orcs were all escaping. I turned around to the elf. "I think a thank you is appropriate." I stated. He just nodded. "Is it you and your dwarves, who they hunt, I suppose." He seemed to look in the distance. "Yeah, I suppose." I nodded and looked in the same direction. "I have a glimpse who you are." He said in elvish. I turned my head hastily. "You do." I stated bluntly. He nodded. "My father used to tell tales about the Norse Mythology when I was young." - "Well, than you have a well-read daddy." And with that I decided it would be better I would look after the dwarves.

When I appeared by the dwarves, of course they were startled by my presence. "What by the Valar is that? Holy mother of cheese!" The fattest dwarf exclaimed, when I appeared beside him. He almost fainted, but the others could catch him. I shifted in my natural form. Black wavy hair, petite body with well-formed curves, emerald eyes and a light blue gown and grey trousers. (See picture on the side). 

For a few minutes everybody was starring at me in awe. When finally Thorin stepped forward. "What are you?" I sighed. "You will soon see." - "Why are you here?" I rolled my eyes. "I just want help and have finally a proper adventure. I know who you are, Thorin Oakenshield and I know, that you want to claim back Erebor." - "How..." - "And I don't want gold, please, I despise the smell and the effect it has on mortals. From where I come, we have twice the gold than in Erebor. See me as a helping hand, my king under the mountain." I slightly bow my head to show him my respect.

"Mortals? What is it, witchcraft? Why can you appear and disappear and shift in every form? Are you a shape-shifter?" I chuckled. "Yes, something like that, but we have the whole journey to tell us tales and cry on each other's shoulder about our past. But for now, we should hurry!" Thorin just nodded like everybody and stepped to me. "I don't trust you, I swear, should I find out, you betray me, by the Valar, you will wish you was never born." He hissed and walked past me. Well, that was a good start, don't you think? "So you said, I am now one of you?" I shouted with a wide grin. He just murmured something, I believe a curse word, and went ahead.