My One (Kili Durin Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - the invitation

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Hi this is my first fanfic based on the hobbit please leave a comment or vote! :)
And I did not make up the characters except for my own. The rest of the characters were made from the AMAZING writer Tolkien J.R.R )

I was practising my bow and arrow on a tree, making the X in the middle of tree trunk. I mark it with a stick and take a few steps back facing the mark. I take an arrow out of my quiver while focusing my eyes on the mark. I let go with the movement of my index and middle finger, as the arrow hits the middle of the mark.
Yes!!
Just as I take a few more steps back I hear my name being called.

Dain - Tilli, I have something for you!

I start running towards the entrance to the Iron Hills. I take a couple lefts and rights until I find Dain.

Me - Lord, what can I help you with?

Dain - I have a letter for you, my dear.

I was so excited when I heard those words. With a joyous feeling I open the envelope to find an invitation -
dear тιllι, daυgнтer oғ lord daιn oғ тнe ιron нιllѕ.
ι нave ѕυммoned yoυ тo joιn тнe dwarғѕ oғ ereвor тo reclaιм oυr нoмeland.
aѕ yoυr ғaтнer ѕpeaĸѕ нιgнly oғ yoυr ѕĸιllѕ вoтн wιтн a вow and arrow and alѕo wιтн ѕwordѕ, ιт woυld мean aмenѕly тo мe ιғ yoυ woυld accoмpany υѕ.
тнιѕ qυeѕт wιll reqυιre ѕĸιll and ѕтealтн вυт aѕ ι нave нeard ι donт тнιnĸ тнaт wιтн вe a proвleм.
gandalғ тнe grey wιll alѕo вe тravellιng wιтн υѕ. нe alѕo gave мe dιrecтιonѕ тo тнe вυrgυlarѕ нoυѕe (вιвlo вaggιnѕ). нe lιveѕ ιn тнe ѕнιre aмongѕт нιѕ ғellow нoввιтѕ.
aѕ ι ĸnow oғ тнere wιll вe a вlυe, glowιng ѕιgn on нιѕ green, roυnd door.ι нope yoυr тrιp тo нoввιтon wιll вe well and ѕee yoυ ιn 5 dayѕ ιn вag-end.
тнorιn oaĸenѕнeιld.

Dain - Go pack your bags and I will meet you out the front in 30 minutes with your horse.

I run to my room and pack my bag. I bring a bedroll, clothes, a week supply of food and my twin knives, spare arrows and small pocket knives hidden in places my father showed me so wherever I go so I can defend myself in any situation.

•30 minutes time•

My father has my horse Trinity (named after my mother). I say goodbye to everyone and give a loving hug to my father. I could help but feel a tear sliding down my face. I mounted my horse and waved to everyone as my father blew a kiss to me. At that moment I knew I would not come back for a long time.