A/N.
Ok so this is my first ever attempt at writing my own story, just watched Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug and became inspired to create my own lil Elf based Diddy. But then I also realized that I also love me some Jon Snow...so this is indeed a Hobbit/GOT crossover, because why the hell not!eleven
So I have only seen the movies I done all my research online and I mean all of it...sooo some of the characters may not be exactly right, timelines will be all out and some of the Elven words i have attempted to incorporate may not be right but hey Hakuna Matata!
This will be a slow process as I work this puppy out! But please Read and tell me what you think :)
And may I also add...I own nothing, except Nibenmir...she is my hideous creation! Mwahahahaha!
Chapter 1
A leaf nearly the size of a dinner plate slowly drifted back and forth on an invisible current towards the forest floor. The canopy it had come from was slowly changing from a deep green to a burnt orange signalling the march into Autumn. Nibenmir stretched her body out along the branch of a large oak her cheek pressed against its pale white bark, the limb was so wide she could have rolled over twice and still not have fallen. Another leaf sailed past her and she reached a hand lazily towards it only to have an invisible sting pull it away just out of touch.
The small Elf sighed and shuffled onto her back her arms folded beneath her head. Above the skies were blue and beams of light penetrated through the thick forest roof creating pools of warmth. Nibenmir closed her eyes enjoying the last of the days offerings , the sun was already becoming low in the sky and her shadow was growing longer and longer by the minute.
Twigs snapped below her and the scurrying of small claws on bark gave the culprit away, the forest was full of squirrels and for a moment the Elf was tempted to loosen an arrow and claim another fur collar, but that would mean stretching for her bow and losing the comfortable position she'd just found.
The unknowing squirrel would see another sunrise.
All day Nibenmir had attended lessons, Adarlae her instructor had been cross with her after finding out that instead of learning the names of all the Elven kings like she was supposed to, Nibenmir had instead spent all evening practicing with her bow. This resulted in the majority of her day writing out the names of Kings and Queens and all their descendants including sixth cousins until her hand was throbbing and the smell of ink was making her head fell light.
Adarlae had given her a good tongue lashing as well and made her promise that she would study first and play her childish games after, which instantly put her in a dark mood. Arthon and Bainor who were only a year older were already going on hunts and had even been out to Lorien. Arthon had boosted he'd seen a spider ten times her size that could bite her head off in one go, he also claimed to have shot it dead with one single arrow but when she demanded proof he suddenly had to go help his Ada.
Nibenmir yawned loudly the pool of light had shrunk and her legs had already been claimed by the shadows.
"Does Thranduil know you're out here little one?" A soft voice cut through the peace and Nibenmir scowled as the warm sunlight suddenly disappeared she knew it was Haldir without looking, he and his brothers had been called into Mirkwood to help patrol the Forest Path, Orcs had been spotted north along the river and there were whisperings of a great darkness spreading over the land.
"I'm sure he will soon" The small Elf sighed and finally opened her eyes only to be greeted by Haldir's disapproving stare.
"And what if i'd been an Orc?" His blue eyes never shifted from her and Nibenmir reached for her bow and quivers slinging them over her shoulder.
"Well in that case I would have probably invited you for tea and breads!" She stood and rolled her eyes, her head only just came above the much taller Elf's waist but that didn't intimidate her in the slightest.
Haldir's look seemed to grow more Solemn and Nibenmir crossed her arms stubbornly and studied his embroidered tunic as though it were the most interesting thing on the earth, the silence stretched out into a long minute before she finally slackened and snuck a look up at the Elf who shook his head at her.
"I am not far from home, Haldir" She quickly spoke up in defense but the words were already coming and they were words spoken to her more often than not.
"You are a child Nibenmir, and children are not allowed in the forest alone especially in times like these" He placed a hand on her shoulder and ushered her back towards the large trunk of the Oak.
"But I was not alone! I knew you and Rumil and Orophin would be close" She continued to protest but allowed him to escort her down.
"And I had my bow! I would of shot the Orc, I have been practicing every night!" She jumped down off the last branch and landed without a sound on the forest floor with Haldir right behind her.
"And what if another Orc had come" He encourage her forward again.
"Easy I would have shot that one as well, I have fashioned plenty of arrows!" She proudly patted the bow that was slung over her shoulder, it had been her Ada's once, but before she could even know his face he had gone from the world along with her Naneth to walk among the stars. Her Uncle Thranduil had been her next of kin and dutifully took her in as a babe.
"Are you sure you are not half Nogoth child? You have certainly been cursed with their stubbornness"
"Not to mention their height...or lack of" Rumil appeared beside them like a ghost and shared a quick smirk with his brother.
Nibenmir huffed and strode on ahead. She was a child still, having seen only ten summers which in Elven years wasn't even a blink of an eye. There weren't many Elven children around her birth having been one of the very last and in Mirkwood there was only a small handful.
"When I am grown you will regret your words" She called back over her shoulder and to her annoyance chuckles could be heard.
"I suppose I'll be waiting a lifetime then" Rumil quipped which only stoked Nibenmir's hot temper and she increased her pace kicking tree ferns and scrub from her path as she went.
They walked for a few more minutes until coming to the rivers edge and Rumil parted ways, Haldir was to escort the child back to the safety of the Halls.
"I know the way I can go by myself" Nibenmir picked her way along the river's edge the current was flowing fast and deep beside her.
"Yes but I do not trust you to make it" Haldir would not be so foolish as to let her return to Thranduil alone and unprotected.
"But we are right outside the gates!" She pointed to the large stone walls up ahead still trying in vain to elude her captor. She knew her uncle would not be happy with her.
"It's completely safe see not an Orc in sight!" She turned to the blonde Elf forcing him to stop.
"Sooo...you can wait here and I'll just slip back in and my Uncle will be none the wiser..." she tried her most charming smile but the look on his face did not waver.
"Please Haldir don't tell Uncle" She clasped her hands together and stared up at him with wide open eyes in a last ditch attempt.
The Elf sighed and pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"This does not look like the brave warrior I know of, who goes into the forest alone and boasts of killing Orc's"
Nibenmir groaned and turned back towards the wall "I'd take Orc's over my Uncle any day" the rest of the trip would be made in silence.
"Where is she?" Thranduil's voice echoed down the stone steps from above making Nibenmir shrink back into the chair she was seated in.
Haldirs quieter voice replied and the dread grew inside her, to many times now she had been sat in the same place and her Uncle would no doubt know the number exactly.
She fiddled with the end of a quill the feather was a brilliant blue that shimmered in the light, Thranduil's voice sounded again and Nibenmir contemplated hiding under the large oak desk, the only place of refuge in the large yet sparsely furnished room.
Finally the voices faded and footsteps sounded on the stone staircase that wound down into the room, the small Elf sat up straight and folded her hands in her lap nervously her eyes locked onto them.
The footsteps came to a halt beside her and a hand reached across and grabbed the arm of the chair she was sitting in dragging it around with a protesting screech, the owner of that arm was now in front of her his face as cold as stone.
"Look at me Nibenmir" His voice cut through the silence and the child took a deep breath and forced her head upwards, he seemed much taller than usual and the look in his eyes sent shivers through her.
"What am I to do with you?" He stood as still as a statue his hands clasped behind his back, Nibenmir shrugged her shoulders and slouched wanting the chair to swallow her up.
"Sit up straight child"
She quickly straightened and concentrated on the stone floor her cheeks reddening.
"You have defied my orders Nibenmir yet again!" Thranduil spun on his heel and took a few steps to distance himself, frustration clouding his vision.
"How many times must I tell you not to wander off by yourself? How many times must I warn you of the dangers that lurk beyond the walls?" The Elven king paced back and forth his robe dragging along the floor behind him.
"How many times must I be called away from my work to hear that you have disobeyed orders yet again? To hear that my guards have been pulled away from their patrols because of my wayward child?"
"I-I am sorry Uncle" Nibenmir gripped the hem of her tunic in tight fists fighting back tears that were threatening to fall.
"I-I won't do it a-again" Her voice wavered and the first traitor trickled down her flush cheeks.
"I heard this only three moons ago child, yet here we are again" Thranduil stopped pacing and knelt down in front of his trembling niece.
"My job is to keep you safe, to keep all my people safe." He lifted her chin with an elegant finger and studied her closely for a moment.
Nibenmir was the spitting image of her Naneth, with long jet black hair that shone like silk, skin as pale as milk and piercing green eyes framed by long dark lashes, even flushed and teary eyed she was beautiful and Thranduil's resolve nearly cracked as she stared sorrowfully back at him.
The seriousness of the situation though never left his mind and the thought of his child falling into the hands of Orc's or any foul creature brought him back to his senses. It was true Nibenmir had inherited her Naneths looks, and even more true her Ada's traits. The child reminded him so much of his brother Haradion so much so it frightened him.
She possessed the same boldness the same fearlessness his brother had. He would often see the same mischievous glint in his nieces eyes that he would have seen in Haradion's, when they were her age.
It was a look that brought laughter and joy but also trouble. And in times like these trouble could not be tolerated.
He stood contemplating what a fair punishment would be and the little body in front of him squirmed in the chair.
"First I will have your bow" This was quickly met with a look of utter dismay and Nibenmir bit her tongue and sat back in the chair.
"For how long?" She glared at her knees which were covered by forest green leggings.
"For as long as I see fit" Thranduil answered not at all amused with her sudden change in attitude.
"You are not to see your friends except for at lessons and after lessons you are to return straight home"
Nibenmir opened her mouth to protest but the look on her Uncles face made her think twice.
"When you are home, you are to do your lessons as you are instructed and remain inside my Halls" Thranduil paused.
"And if I hear word of you disobeying my orders or even entertaining the thought of sneaking off, then I will see it fit that you are sent to Rivendell to live with your cousins"
"Nooo! Don't make me go stay with them! I hate them!" The horrifying thought of living with her cousins seemed to push the young Elf over the edge and she burst into fresh tears and turned her back to Thranduil curling up into a sobbing ball.
"Enough Nibenmir" The Elven King sighed, all day he'd been in meetings with the elders to discuss the growing appearance of Orcs in their lands, yet tending to his niece for not even ten minutes had taken more energy from him.
"Enough tears my child" He placed a large hand on her back and she turned and threw her arms around his shoulders and buried her face into the side of his neck.
"I-I'm s-sorry!" She cried and he maneuvered himself into the chair the small weightless body now anchored on his lap.
"I know you are little one" He rubbed her back soothingly and she relaxed a little her cheek resting on his chest and her sobs slowly turned to tired hiccups, after a few more minutes they had ceased completely and Thranduil peered down to find she had drifted off to sleep.