Chapter 1.
This is my first chapter of my fan fiction. I really hope you like it. I'm from Holland so I might make some mistakes with grammar. Please say if I do and I'll hope you also explain what's the right way. My story is about Merealla a human, her parents died in a battlefield by orcs. She now travels in the hope of finding a true love. When she is in the shire she meets a bunch of dwarves. And if I tell you more you would know the whole story so please start reading
There blew a soft wind in the Shire. Merealla sat on her horse, she was riding towards a nice looking pub. When she got by the pub she got of her horse and went inside. She looked around, the pub was full with hobbits and dwarves. She could hear a lot of dwarves laughing. She was searching for a nice hidden spot. She found it really quick and sat on the wooden bench. Almost immediately the waiter came to ask what she would like to drink. 'Hello my lady what a beautiful evening, isn't it? So what would you like to drink?' she looked at the waiter. It was an old dwarf about 165 years old she guessed. He had a long grey beard with some nice pigtails at the end. 'I would like a glass of water please'. 'Well of course, I'll be back in a minute'.
Merealla was travelling, her parents died, they were killed by orcs. She was alone now in the world so she start to travel to find the one and build a new life. 'Here's your glass of water'. 'thank you' she murmured.
There was a big group of dwarves on the table in front of hers. They were laughing loudly. 'And then a vase dropped on his head and I couldn't stop laughing'. Everyone laughed. She silently zipped from her drink. She stared at nothing thinking about all the things that might happen to her. She didn't even had a place to stay for the night.
'Waiter?' she raised her hand. 'Oh hello my lady, is everything okay?' he asked. 'yes but I don't have a place to sleep, do you now a place nearby?' she looked at the waiter but saw in the corner of her eyes that the dwarves stopped laughing and talking and were listening. 'Well I had enough rooms here but then these dwarves came, well it's an hour on a horse but then you can stay at a lovely place, my brother owns it'. The waiter walked away and she was looking sadly at her drink. An hour?! That is way too long, I want to leave in the morning. 'Sorry to interrupt your thoughts lady but I heard your conversation and I have two beds in my room so you can sleep there if you like.
A young dwarf with dark brown eyes, and half long brown hair looked at her. 'You are asking me if I would like to sleep in a room with a complete stranger when the stranger had drunk alcohol?' He smiled at her 'yes exactly'. 'Well it's a nice offer but I don't do that sort of things' She smiled back but the dwarf still looked at her. 'What?!' she asked , almost shouted. 'Well I'm waiting for you to say yes, because I really can't let a women travel in the middle of the night'. She laughed. ' Well it's very kind of you but…' ' I see that as a yes, well my room number is 23'. She looked at the dwarf, if they have something in mind they don't let it go she knows that now.
'Well yes then, but I first want to know your name'. 'My name is Kíli, I'm a nephew of Thorín and the brother of Fíli' he smiled at her and for a moment she felt lost in his eyes. 'Well hello Kíli nephew of Thorín and brother of Fíli, I'm Merealla daughter of Donyc and Geddyn'. Well Merealla, I'm tired so I go to my room will you also come now or do you stay here?' Kíli stood up and grabbed his stuff from the ground. 'No, I'll come with you'. Merealla also grabbed her stuff and walked behind Kíli.