So here is a new story, this time the hobbit! I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit! But I do own my characters, Nowien, Edmund, Jenifer and Jasmine.
It happened very quickly, no one was prepared for it either.
It was a birthday party for a woman who was well known in the village; she was kind and had a lot of friends. They all came to celebrate her birthday, which meant all families gathered in a field where they put up food and drinks along with games.
The woman's daughter, Nowien, was in charge of three children, a boy named Edmund who was five and her cousin, a five-year-old girl named Jenifer who was a child of the birthday woman's friend and another girl named Jasmine who was six and was the daughter's nephew.
The reason she was in charge of them was because she loved children and did preferred them before the company of adults in the village who were shallow and liars.
The daughter was a kind girl to those she liked but a fierce fighter and strong minded. She was very pretty too, not overly beautiful like the elves but quite the looker for a human. She had ebony black hair in a high ponytail with bangs hanging down the side of her face, clear blue eyes and pale skin. She was not very tall and her body was small but strong.
She was on the side of the field by a carriage and was putting the children up in it for a smaller ride, just for fun. The children couldn't get enough of riding in it with her, so she thought it fine.
That was when the screaming started, she turned around the moment she putting Jennifer in the carriage and saw a pack of orcs and wargs attack. She hurried to put up a wooden plank before the exit of the carriage and picked up her bow and arrows along with her two daggers, then jumped up on the wagon and hurried off with it. The children screaming and crying behind her, the horses letting out whines and huffs.
She tried to save her own brother but saw how his head was cut off while he was looking at her, he was turning around to warn her, knowing he didn't stand a chance against the orcs coming towards him. The other villagers didn't stand a chance and her own mother turned to her and screamed for her to get away with the children, right before she was struck down.
She wished she could help but knew she could only run. So she hurried the horses away towards the east where she knew Rivendell would be, after studying her father's maps during the studies. Since he was the leader of the village did he need to teach the child who would take over the role, it was basic knowledge about how their village worked or about the world outside. Her mother on the other hand taught her rituals or other spiritual things.
She felt the pain in her heart at the thought of her whole family being slaughtered and from the crying behind her from the children. She knew she needed to be strong for now and didn't allow the tears to fall.
She turned a glance back and found the children holding on to boxes inside because of the speed.
"Hold on and don't let go!" Nowien ordered them and they looked up at her wide eyed before nodding and holding on.
When Nowien looked to the side did she see a lone orc on a warg race up towards them and she gripped the rains to the horses with her teeth and placed an arrow in her bow and fired it in the warg's head. Making it fall dead instantly.
As the orc had no way of getting close now did she put away the weapons and gripped the rains again, she looked around and found no more orcs coming after her. She turned her eyes forward and knew she needed only to focus on getting to her goal, with the children safe.
After a few hours of riding did they finally spot Rivendell, she had slowed down the pace of the horses and looked back at the children. They were asleep and you could see the obvious traces of tears on their faces.
Turning her eyes forward again did she lead the horses to a stop at the beginning of the place, she noticed an elf standing there looking at her curiously. He was just as beautiful as she had been told elves would be, brown hair and fair skin, tall and looking kind and graceful.
She stepped down and looked him over, he was doing the same before smiling at her and taking a step forward.
"I saw you coming, not why thought." He explained calmly with a fatherly tone and Nowien wanted to almost cry right there, it was the same tone her father used towards her. "My name is Elrond. How can I help you?" he asked kindly.
"My name is Nowien, and we need somewhere to stay. Orcs killed and destroyed our village." She said and swallowed a sob, but she saw the look in Elrond's face and knew he noticed.
"You say we?" he asked and knew better then to start talking about the raid when it was so fresh in her mind. He would ask her about it when everything had calmed down and she had gotten a chance to collect herself. She looked tense, scared and almost like a hunted animal.
Nowien nodded and walked over to the wagon where she woke the children, then helped them down. Jenifer refused to stand on her own and held on to her, while Jasmine and Edmund hid behind her legs while peeking out to look at the elf. None of the children had seen such a creature before.
"This is my cousin, Edmund, my nephew Jasmine and the child to one of the villagers Jenifer." Nowien introduced the children who held on to her and held on to the one familiar thing that was still around.
Elrond looked surprised at first but then very upset by this, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You are welcome to stay here, for as long as you wish." He promised before leading her on, promising the horses would be taken care off along with the wagon.
Nowien and the children was led to a room where they would be staying, Elrond said he would get someone to come with new clothes as well as food. Nowien thanked him and he just smiled and waved it off.
"If you ever need to speak with someone, I will always take time to listen." He promised with a look which she knew exactly what it meant, so she just sighed and nodded before offering a weak smile. He nodded back and walked out to give them some privacy.
She put the children on the bed and looked them over, she smiled to assure them. She was glad to see that they didn't get hurt during the violent ride, maybe one or two bruises but that would heal.
"Now, is anyone hurt?" she asked kindly anyway to at least get them to talk but the children only shook their heads, looking sad and lost and it pained her a lot to see them like this.
When a kind male elf arrived with food did she make them eat some before putting them in new clothes and then put them to bed, she felt the exhaustion herself and laid down with them.
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