The Wandering Hobbit

She moved as a whisper upon the wind, wrapped in leather and shadow, woven from the wild roads she walked. The world had shaped her, the cold had tempered her, and the night had become her shroud.

She was the wild wind, the hidden dagger, the shadow between the trees. No one saw her coming. No one found her unarmed.

Multiple ships but mostly Thorin x Y/n and the later Legolas x Y/n