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"Cassie? Cassie can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you. Cassie, squeeze my hand ..."
Blue eyes stared into the distance.
Rows of trees surrounded a small pale body. The sky above was dark blue and stars were plotted in every direction. The ground beneath was a lush green.
Blue eyes blinked. One, twice, three times.
Not a moment later the girl's eyes fell close and with that the tears fell. Large, wet tears poured down her pale face. Deep and sorrowful sobs escaped her. Upon hearing those sounds, she cupped her mouth with her hands, desperately trying to hold it all in but failed unsuccessfully. Weakly, she drew her legs towards her chest and her arms wrapping around them. She let her head fall down to her chest, allowing her herself to become small to the large area that surrounded her.
Her mind was silent. Blank. However there was one question in her mind.
Where was she?
She heard the sound of hooves before she saw the horse. Her eyes spotted the rider of the horse. He was man, a bearded man, from what she could see. He was wrapped in a cloak and wore a hat on his head. His horse trotted on but the man pulled the rein and the horse stopped.
She shut her eyes and held her breathe. She did not know the man and altogether did not trust him. She knew not of his motives.
She listened for a few moments, wondering whether the man left. She heard nothing of the horse and assumed that the man left silently.
She assumed wrong.
Once her eyes opened, she found herself staring into the eyes of the man. She leaped away from him and took several steps back. Unfortunately she did not notice the branch and fell backwards. She gave a cry of pain and the man rushed forward.
"My dear," He told her, "Be not afraid, I bring you no harm."
He gently pushed her into a sitting position. She wrapped her arms herself and stared at the man in fright.
"I am Gandalf the Grey," He continued softly, not wanting to scare the girl any more than he already had, "What is your name, young one?"
"Cerium," The name rolled off her tongue so easily. "My name is Cerium."
She remembered her name but nothing else. No memories of her past life or of her childhood. No faces of her family or friends. Her mind was blank, empty.
She wanted to scream to the heavens above. She did not know who she really was and here she was stuck with a man who intended to ask questions she did not know the answer to.
"And what, dear Cerium, are you doing in Bree, so far from home?" Gandalf asked.
Gandalf assumed because of her size she was a dwarf but she did not have a beard, however no many female dwarves had beards. She could be a hobbit however the lack of hair on her feet corrected Gandalf. She was too small to be a elf or a human. She was a dwarf in Gandalf's eyes until proven otherwise.
"Bree?" Cerium whispered, testing the word for herself. She was not familiar with the word. Once said, no images or words came to her mind. Was Bree a town? Who inhabited such a place named Bree? She wondered. "What is Bree?"
"Bree is where you are now, dear child." Gandalf frowned. The child did not know where she was, that worried Gandalf to no end. Was the girl traumatized of past events? Gandalf ran his eyes on the girl's form, noticing the clothing she wore. Such strange clothing the girl wore, a pale blue dressing gown, very thin and obviously not fit for the weather. Gandalf took his cloak and wrapped it around the girl, stilling her shivering. The girl was surprised but hugged the clothing around her, snuggling into the warm that it provided.
"Do you …" Gandalf searched for the right words. "Are you familiar with this land, dear girl?"
Cerium was hesitant but answered, "No. I do not know where I am." Or who I am.
"Do you know how you got here?"
Beep. Beep.
"One."
"Two."
Pain flooded her chest.
"Three."
"One last time."
The pain spread around her body.
Then darkness.
Cerium's hand slammed into her head, holding it tightly.
It hurt, everything hurt to remember.
The voices disappeared and nothing was left but pain for Cerium to feel. Red spots appeared in her vision and she clenched her eyes tight. She wanted it to stop. Wanted it all to go away to leave her be. She wanted to remember nothing if it only brought pain.
The red spots disappeared and came the darkness that engulfed her mind.
AN: Hello, well this is my first fanfiction for The Hobbit so sorry if I got anything wrong; just tell me so I can change it.
Um, criticism would really be great.
And yeah, sorry for the awkwardness, so new to all of this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of The Hobbit, the amazing J.R.R Tolkien does.