Remember! All my stories have Inuyasha influences. This one in particular hints as some of the characters but it is not a crossover.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit nor Inuyasha unfortunately
Prologue
I stood at the doors of my father's study, trying desperately to gain courage from the barrier of oak that protected me from my father's fury. Beyond those doors stood my father, his father and a seer that has been waiting to tell me my destiny since I was born. When I was born, she was brought to me to discover if I would be the strong heir my father wanted. But when she held me in her arms and asked the gods of my fate, she refused to speak what they said until I was of age. Now at twenty five I'm far from 'of age' and my father is getting frustrated. He was furious with her when she had refused and even threatened her with death. Though my granddad calmed him down saying that if he killed her now; that he would never know what it was that the gods said.
I was nervous beyond belief; I didn't want to let my father down. He has spent most of my life training and preparing me to take his place as head of the family. I'm his first born and even though I am female he wanted me to take his place when the time came, and I have so wanted to grant his wish. To be the deadly, intimating, strong demon that will surpass him and bring greatness to our family. But lately, I've felt that my destiny is not as head of the family. That it's somewhere far from here, it scares me and excites me all at the same time.
I took a deep breath and smoothed down my hair; taking care to not tug at the silvery white cat like ears on top of my head. My hair was long and silver like my fathers and his before him, I had half of it pulled back with a black and silver clip that held my family crest; the rest fell down to my mid back in silky ringlets. My bangs were forward like my fathers but unlike his bangs mine covered my whole forehead; framing my face delicately as well as covering the black flame like marking in the middle, where my father had a crescent moon. My grandfather didn't have a marking though, both dad and I inherited them from our mothers. Though, I had the same red jagged lines on my cheeks as he did. But unlike my male influences, my hair faded to a coal black as it came to its ends, a gift from my mother I and her mother before her. It has some sort of magic on it, because whenever my bangs get to long for my liking and I cut them down, the freshly cut silver ends fade to black. Weird but it's uniquely cool.
I patted down my cream sweater and black pleated skirt, not very professional for a meeting about my destiny but I wanted to be comfortable for this. And then I looked down at my tail; it was swinging gently behind me, looking every bit as graceful and calm as it should be. It like my hair, faded from silver to black from the base to the tip. Well at least its doing better on nerves than I am. Once I was as ready as I was going to get, I stepped forward and opened the door.
So this is my new Ren story! Please tell me what you think:)