Ok, so this is the intro to my second Hobbit FF.
I wanted to go ahead and post it so that I can alternate updates between this and
"More than Blood."
I'd really appreciate it if you could give me some feedback on this one.
Tell me if you think it's an interesting concept or if I should just scrap it.
Anyway, this is my twist on the girl falls into Middle Earth stories.
I also have the beginnings of a Captain America fanfic and a Merlin modern AU.
I'll try to post the summaries on my profile and
I might do a poll to see which will be my next upload.
As always, review, favorite, and follow!
PLEASE!

~Rachel


If you were to ask anyone today how many wizards there are in Arda, you would be told that there are in fact five wizards: a white wizard, a grey wizard, a brown wizard, and two blue wizards. What most do not know, however, is that there was another at one time. This Istari was different from all others. This Istari was female and she was called many names with the most common being Malonna the Green. Malonna was recognizable from her golden hair, lime green eyes, and wardrobe of emerald green.

Malonna was sent to Arda by the Valar just like the others and the one Valar that she was associated with was Aulë. In honor of Aulë, when Malonna came to Arda, she chose the form of a dwarrowdam, which is the word for a female dwarf. Malonna resided among the dwarves of Arda for most of her long years.

Malonna was loved by everyone who met her and she loved them all in return. What, you might ask, happened to this Istari? Not many know the true answer to that. Some believe that she simply settled down somewhere and faded into the background. Some even believe that she sailed to Valinor when she lost someone very dear to her. The truth, however, is so much more exciting and interesting than any of the theories that are told about the woman.

I am taking it upon myself to tell you the true tale of what became of Malonna the Green, but my tale will not end there. There is much more to this story than just a simple explanation of what happened to one lone female. Whether you chose to believe my tale is up to you. I am simply the humble servant who wishes to convey to you this tale of love, hate, hope, despair, gain, and loss. This story begins with an end, but also a beginning. The end came on an unforgettable day in T.A. 2770.