LOTR AND THE HOBBIT ONE-SHOTS
LINDIR X OC
I spun around in circles, taking the beauty of the forest in. The grass bloomed green. Speckles of flowers here and there. The sky parched above of a soothing blue. I inhaled the scent of summer. The buzzing of bees seemed to fill the air with their chattering. A great oak stood in front of me. I smiled to myself and grabbed my book, which was lying on the ground. Beside me my horse puffed, nudging me lightly with his muzzle. I chuckled and patted it head.
"Good girl, Ala." I whispered. The brown horse disappeared into the distant, towards home. Resting my head against the tree, I sighed. I opened my book to where I left off. Running my hands down the soft cover of the books, I wondered, what would my life be without books?
My head rested upon my fathers shoulders and off into the distance fire covered life.
"Ireth!" A voice called. My head shot up with alarm. My father ran to me, his face filled with concern. I smiled at him but, he seemed to take it for granted.
"Young lady. How many times have I told you not to leave?" He scolded, raising his voice.
"But da! It's not fair. Arwen gets to anywhere and I am always stuck at home. Plus, I'm still within Rivendell territory."
"Oh my dear Ireth. Arwen is older than you. She has more - experience. It's a dangerous world out there, Snow. I don't want you getting hurt or possibly killed." He says, softer this time. I look down at my book again. Elrond offers his hand and I take it. He lifts me up to my feet and I brush off dust from my clothes. We start walking back and he looks at me and smiles.
"I have a surprise for you today." I lift my eyebrows and a small smile plays on my lips.
"You do?" I mutter. He nods, not looking at me. The closer we get to home. the more excited I get. Elronds surprises are always pleasing. Usually, a nice book or two. The tingling in my feet get stronger and I smile up at my father. A horse neighs in the distance and my fathers eyes fill with some sort of - concern.
The thumping of a horses hooves sounds closer and closer. A elf comes racing towards us. He stops before us and jumps off his horse. Lindir. His dark eyes meet mine and I quickly look away.
"My lord. Princess Ireth." He greets us, giving us a tiny bow. I offer a tiny smile and he quickly returns it. Elrond gives him a solemn nod, as greeting.
"Lindir. Is there anything wrong?" Elrond asks, a hint of concern in his eyes. I glance back and forth between Lindir and Elrond. There must be some kind of secret communication because father breaks the great silence.
"Lindir, why don't you take back home with you. I'll be following right behind." Lindir nods and looks at me. He jumps onto his horse and offers his hand to me. I take it and he pulls me up behind him. I lightly put my hand on the side of his waist. He softly looks at me asking for permission and nod in reply. The horse grunts and flies off. The wind runs though my black hair making it flow free.
"Is there anything wrong, Lindir?" I ask after a long while. He shakes his head.
"No." He whispers. I nod and give him a smile.
"You shouldn't worry, Ireth." He continues, stopping the horse at the entry. I jump off and land squarely on my feet.
"Well, if there is nothing to worry about, then why should I worry?" He gives me a nod and a knowing smile.
Glancing at Lindir once more, I continue to my room. Elves and Guards all scurry along. They greet me and I return all their greetings. I scurry along, eager to get to my peaceful and private room. Gripping my book in my hand, I try to ignore all the chatter and mumbling all around. Finally, what seems like centuries of walking, I finally reach my door. I open the door and lock it behind me.
Settling the edge of my bed, I place my book on the side of the table. I rise up on my feet and open the curtains letting the sunshine flow through. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. A mirror sits in front of me. I open my eyes and look at my reflection. Who is my real father?
The door behind me creaks open. Arwen steps into the light and smiles at me. I smile back and face her. Opening her arms out she offers a hug and I step closer taking her in.
"How's my favourite little sister doing?" She whispers into my ear.
"I'm your only sister and I'm doing fine. How'd you get in here?" I chuckle, and step back. She jingles a pair of keys in her hand. Her blue eyes are full of amusement. I sometimes wish I was her. Beautiful and fearless. My eyes come out as a lighter colour. Their almost transparent. Like clear blue ice. Arwen eyes on the other hand, are beautiful and let's not even get onto her hair. As soft as a feather. Mine are tough as rock.
"We need to get to dinner in a while but, look at you. Let's get you fixed." She says softly. I nod.
"Starting with your dress. " She walks over to my closet and browses through it. Her eyes scan everything in detail. She pulls out a soft delicate white dress which trails from the back and there is black embroidery done on the sides. I cringe. She smiles and I fake smile and nod.
"Great. Go take a shower. Shall I call a assistance to help you clean up?" I shake my head.
"I'm sure I can clean myself up." She nods in reply. I step into the bathroom and strip off my clothes. I fill the tub with warm water. Taking in a deep breath I walk over and dip myself in the hot water. The water seems to wash all the worries all away. I scrub myself clean and wash all the dirt and grime away. I step out of the tub and dry myself up.
When I look at myself in the mirror agian, I look like a completley different person. My once, dirty shaggy hair, now flows down my back, pulled back with tight braids and it has a great shine and sheer to it. My face that was matted with dust has a vibrant shine, actually bringing out my eyes and my pale skin shines on the sheer light. My green dirty hunters hood now lies on the bed, instead I wear a silky white trailing dress. I don't look like myslef anymore.
"See that's better!" Arwen exclaims, her features lighting up. I glance at myself in the mirorr again, pulling at the side of it.
Arwen beams and links her arms with hers, hauling me along with her.
"You look lovley my little one." Elrond says in elvish. I give him a light smile.
Lindir stands by the main doorway watching and I wave him over. He quickly glances around, and swiftly moves forward.
"What is the matter?" He whispers. I shake and chuckle softly.
"Just because I called you over, mellon, does not mean there is something wrong." I laugh. He smies and nods, leading me to my seat at the table.
"Right." He says, pausing for a second. He leans over, whispering into my ear.
"Dwarves." He whispers. I cock an eyebrow, confused. He notices and leans over again.
"In Rivendell." He fnishes. I look at him, and back to my father. I nod and he keeps going.
"Don't tell your father I told you. You're going to see them anyhow.'' I smiled and nodded. Then, it struck me. My father had a gift for me. I didn'tbother aksing him. Dwarves were too much weight on the shoulders anyway.
Just, when my father is about to come over to me, the doors fling open, revealing a whole group of them. Long beards, short height - no manners. A gaurd leads them over and they flop down into their chairs.
I look over at Lindir and give him a look. He smiles and takes my hand from under the table. It takes me by surprise and I feel the heat coming to my ears, burning them. Lindir leans over one more time his eyes soft.
"Come with me to the gardens. Tonight." He whispers. I sigh and nod. I excuse myself with the room filled with dwarves. Lindir follows closley behind. He catches up with me, looking at me. I turn to him and ask him, softly,
"Why have you asked me to come to the gardens with you?" I tilt my head a bit and he laughs softly.
"Their is a certian elleth, that I take certian interest in." He says. I try not to show my reaction, towards the news, but its hard not to. Lindir and I have been close friends for the years, but never had I thought he would take a special interest.
We walk through the gardens silently. Lindirs hand placed perfectly over mine. I decide to break the peaceful silence.
"What're a bunch of Dwarves doing in Rivendell?" I ask. He laughs and shrugs.
"I have no absolute idea, love." My eyes widen in surprise.
"You have never called me that before." I tell him in elvish. He nods.
" I have never found the courage to." He says facing me, my hands now in both of his. His face is inches away from mine and I feel the warmth of his breath on my face. I gulp and take the risk and close the space between us. His lips form softly over mine, covering them completly and perfectly. His hand wraps around my waist bringing me in closer. I break the kiss off, for air.
Lindir stands, his cheeks red in the moonlight. I laugh softly, and peck him quickly on the lips.
"And, I - have never found the courage to do that."
Hey! This was originally supposed to be a story, that I started a while ago, but in the middle of witing it, I decided to make it a one-shot series. I don't think I'm ready for a new story really. This really starts off slow, but as I said I already had written half of it.
Next thing, the italics are for elvish. I really don't want to translate. I don't plan on going to far with all the refrences. Just keep it simple and sweet. Even tough, I didn't like this one much.
Next thing on the list, I am taking suggestions, for now. Just review all your details. It may be, xOC or xReader. Any person, from the Hobbit to LOTR will do. Make sure it's from the movies, tho. And, really don't get too far with the storyline of your one-shot. A basic outline will do. I know, too many rules and regulations.
Last but not least, I am looking for a co-writer who is willing to start a LOTR fic with me and can have the contact through GMAIL. If you're interested leave it in the reviews or PM me sometime!
Till' next time
-Jay signing out.