Hi guys! So I recently saw The Hobbit: The Desloation of Smaug and found inspiration for a fan fiction~ I know...weird huh? Well I hope you like it anyway. It'll have relatively short chapters, kind of like drabbles, I guess. Please review so I can see whether I should keep going or not...
We had been summoned by Thorin to feast at the Hobbit's house that fateful night. Little did I know that I would learn my destiny, and from that day forth, endure much heartache in my journey towards it. I sat, ignorant of what was to come, at the table next to Kili. He was a childhood friend of mine, and, as of recently, my partner. We ate together sparingly; I had warned him of Bilbo's limited hospitality towards the dwarves. But the other dwarves more than compensated for what little we ate.
"Kerra, come. I must speak to you," Gandalf said suddenly. He rose from his chair with difficulty. He was not accustomed to the shorter height of us small folk. Silently, I rose as well, and followed him as he made his way outside.
"What is it, Gandalf?" I asked pleasantly. He shifted, as if uncomfortable, so I smiled to reassure him. Surely what he had to say would not affect me too much.
"I have seen the future, Kerra, and because of what I have witnessed, I think it fair that you too should see the eventuality of this cause."
Gandalf conjured a ball of swirling light with his staff, and held it hovering in his grasp before my eyes. I glanced up at him curiously.
"You must look," he said, nodding his head towards the ball of light. "You must see for yourself what is to come."
I lowered my gaze to the ball, and stared at it as hazy images began to emerge and disappear as quickly as they were conjured. Scenes swept past rapidly until the ball chose one, and brought it to focus. It was of Kili, his eyes full of a fierce warmth that made my heart flutter. But his complexion was deathly pale. He held his hand out to touch that of a woman's. The image fluctuated to that of the woman's – an elven maiden. She was nodding slowly, and smiling though a sole tear ran down her cheek.
"What is this?" I asked, confused and distraught at the turn of events that the ball had shown. Was Kili to love another if what the ball had shown was true? Gandalf nodded, his old eyes watching me gravely.
"I would advise you to distance yourself now. If you are to come with us on this journey, know that it will end thus and prepare yourself. When the time comes, we will all need you to be strong," he said. I straightened, disguising the sunken feeling in my chest with the courage of a dwarf. I would take back Erendor by Thorin's side regardless of the hopeless fate of my relationship with Kili.
This I told Gandalf, and he smiled, though it did not touch his eyes. I would trust his advice and distance myself. Whatever happened, I supported our cause with my life.