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Chapter one: Hadda

Dawn broke the dark sky, the early rays of the sun peaked over the mountains. The roosters awakened crowing as the usually did to announce the morning to all. Hadda's eyes opened at the sound of their call. She removed herself from her bed without hesitation. She had errands to run today and needed an early start. Her cloths were as they normally were, a simple dress with breeches beneath. She donned her boots and braided her long hair. Her horse stood patiently with the wagon cart harness already hooked up to his back.

"Good morning my friend. Are we ready?" The horse gave a neigh as she climbed up. Without having to order him the horse was off pulling the cart behind him.

Her first stop was the market. She had a list of groceries she had to pick up before dropping them off at the home on the edge of Mirkwood. Her uncle had been the grocer of the owner of the house before he died now it was her duty.

His name was Beorn, and he was somewhat of a recluse man. She had never seen his face, she only knew his voice.

And yet, she had been delivering food to him for near a year now.

"Hello?" Hadda opened the large door "Hello? B-Beorn?"

"You are not Thorgrim. Who are you?" Came a deep resonating voice from the shadows startling her. she clutched the basket to her chest.

"I am Hadda. Thorgrim's niece."

"Why has he not come?" Hadda grew silent for a moment but her silence was enough of an answer for him. "The sickness?"

She nodded "Yes, three days ago."

"I see. I am truly sorry for your loss."

"I have um brought your food for you Mr. Beorn. I will be delivering it from now on." She looked around the home with her eyes wondering where this man was. What did he look like? He held a rather deep and powerful voice. Did his stature match his voice? Was he a powerful man? Why did he hide from her sight?

"That is just fine. But please do not look for me. I do not wish to frighten you."

Hadda nodded slowly "As you wish."

She went about her way through the market gathering fruits, vegetables, meats, breads, and. All the necessities that he would need to feed himself for a month. Once the food had been loaded into the wagon she jumped up and was off.

The sun was shining and bright as it rose higher into the sky. Her horse trotted along the path to the house and once again her mind began to wander. What did Beorn look like? Her uncle didn't speak of him apart from the conversations the two often had whilst he was at his residence.

She herself had some nice conversations. Hadda sometimes found herself baking him something upon his request. Often it was something she had mentioned to him that her mother used to make.

The sound of sheep belting and horses neighing greeted her as she arrived at his large home. Jumping down she opened the gate that lead into his garden.

Slowly bundle by bundle she brought the baskets of food inside and placed the food where it belonged. Even going as far as to put the meats into the smoker for him so they could be preserved and aged properly.

Hadda was in the process of putting the meats onto the hooks unaware that Beorn was in fact coming home.

Beorn finally arrived home, his body ached as he made his way to the main gate. Those orcs were getting closer and closer to his home. It made him weary and under constant stress. A deep sigh escaped him as his hand grabbed a hold of a pair of pants that was hanging from the clothes line. His joints yelled at him as he slipped on the breeches. He was always so sore after a transformation. Once the pants were on he began to pop his joints, sighing with each sickening but relieving pop. Finally after the entire length of his spine seemed to pop back into place he made his way back inside. The wooden boards creaked beneath his massive weight. He paused, and blinked momentarily when he noticed all the fresh food in his home.

'Hadda.'

He turned around looking all about his house, was she still here? Had it been a month already? He took another look about, he didn't see her here…but…he could smell her. That think perfume of sandalwood loomed about in his home. He stopped and let it overtake him. It was sweet yet potent. It filled his nose with each breath he took, lingering there for a short time.

Then, suddenly, the back door opened jerking Beorn from his thoughts. Quickly he stepped behind one of the large wooden support pillars just as Hadda walked inside. She didn't notice he had come home yet and for that he was thankful. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him and become frightened.

Slowly, he peeked out from behind the pillar. When his eyes had come to lay upon her figure, his heart skipped a beat. Her thick beautiful earthy toned hair was now just past her waist. The long tight braid lay there hanging directly along her spine. Once more she dressed in a simple dress of green with sleeves to her elbows. The end of the dress stopped at the middle of her shins revealing the boots she wore beneath. Her face turned slightly letting him see her, she was still so beautiful.

Hadda was like a wild flower. Her beauty was more unique than that of the norm. It always made his chest tight when he looked upon her.

He took a step forward, the boards creaking beneath the weight as he placed his foot down. A soft curse came from his mouth before he darted completely behind the pillar. Hadda turned as the creek reached her ears. She saw a shadow dart behind the pillar and her eyes widened. Her chest tightened as her heart skipped, a soft gasp escaped past her lips.

Her voice seemed to betray her at that moment. She took a step forward wanting to call out his name. Should she try and look upon him? A knot in her throat grew as her body turned away from the where he hid. Her eyes were now fixated upon the bowl of fruit before her.

A silence engulfed the room, neither knew what to say at that moment.

Normally, the two were engaged in conversations as though it were nothing. But now, they dared not utter a word. She could have seen him…what if she had seen him? The thought of her eyes ever gazing upon him both excited and frightened the giant man. He wanted her to look upon him, how he wished to make himself truly known to her. How he longed to look into those sapphire eyes.

But he was afraid of her reaction once she did see him. Would she run away in fear? Despite how greatly he wanted it, he couldn't risk making her afraid of him.

"You are looking well Hadda." He softly spoke finally after minutes of agonizing silence.

"I would say the same of you Beorn. But, I would not know." Her voice was just as soft as his. She heard a deep heavy sigh. "Why do you not let me see you?" She turned eyeing the pillar once more. "It has been near a year Beorn. Do you not trust me?"

"It is not that Hadda."

"Then what is it Beorn? Tell me please?" She begged of him stepping closer. He could hear her when she walked closer…closer to him.

"Hadda please."

"What are you afraid of Beorn?" Her words struck his heart, sinking deep as though they were a knife.

'If she only knew?' He thought, his hands gripped the wood tight. He could see his claws gleaming at the end of each finger. His eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against the wood.

His chest rumbled with yet another heavy sigh."Hadda..."

"Yes Beorn?"

"Will you bake me those honey cakes again?" He asked softly as he waited her answer.

Hadda smiled,

"Of course."