Hiya, This is a new story I've been writing. (I have two others that I DO maybe plan on continuing) I just have to get this idea outta my head, tbh.
This story will follow the Hobbit movies. I hope you guys like it! Please Read and Review. Constructive criticism is welcomed. :)
ENJOY~
Disclamer: I do not own nor claim to own (though, I do wish to own lol) the works of J. R. R. Tolkien.
Many pity me for my blindness. They do not understand that this ailment affects me not. I do not need my sight to be aware of my surroundings. My other senses have become acute in the absence of my vision. I know there are five children to my left; They are playing with small stones. Ahead of me is a food stand; vegetables and fruits and the like are sold, though i do smell a slight putrid odor. My destination, a pub, is directly to my right, now. With all of the rowdy yelling, laughter, and singing, it is difficult to miss. Turning and extending my arm forward, I feel the sturdiness of the pub's wooden door. With a strong push, it opens.
The smell enveloping me is not pleasant in the slightest, but it is to be expected in such a place. Stepping forward slightly, I listen intently for a certain sound. Tankards clanking, plates clacking, feet stomping… There! The sound is very soft, but I know the peculiar sound of that staff tapping slightly against the dirtied floor, the rustling of those robes, and the crinkling of his beard. Yes, I know these sounds to be from a specific, troublesome wizard.
"Gandalf, it is not very kind to meet a young lady in such a… boisterous, drunk-filled establishment such as this." I say after making my way carefully between large men and scattered chairs. Slightly chuckling, the wizard gently takes my hands and leads me to a chair on the other side of the table.
"Now, now Lady Linnea, I would not have had you meet me here unless I thought you were familiar with these sorts of surroundings," He quietly sits down, "How did you fare on the journey here?"
"Well. Despite a thief or two , the two days of travel was quite uneventful."
"Thieves? Do they walk freely?" He lightheartedly questions.
"Of course… Perhaps a few bruises; Those will heal quite nicely. Their shattered pride, now, that I believe will take longer."
"You have not changed, Linnea. That is not to say that your beauty remains the same, it grows every moment, dear."
"Hm. Flattery will lead you to a door-less end, Gandalf. Now tell me, what did you summon my presence for? You are not one to sit idle for a small chat." I turn my face in his direction, shifting my gaze in the position I think his eyes to be.
He shuffles slightly in his seat, "You know me well, Linnea. I have certain business that may interest you."
I could not help but narrow my eyes. One must always be wary of offers such as this, even more so when the meddling wizard is involved.
"If it interest me or not, I know you will not allow me to refuse," Propping my head against my palm, I urge Gandalf to continue, "Out with it before I lose my ability to listen, as well."
"Yes, you certainly have not changed…" Gandalf mutters lowly to himself.
"Hm? I did not quite hear that one, friend. Speak louder, if you will." I cannot help but tease the old man.
He grumbles before continuing, " Are you familiar with the Lonely Mountain?"
"Erebor… claimed by a Dragon. Yes, I believe most know of this. What of it?"
"Allow me to ask, then: Do you know of the prophecy?" The wizard's voice was low. I suspect this is not for all ears.
Furrowing my brows in thought, I remained silent for a moment. The story of the Lonely Mountain and it's demise is a sad one but widely known throughout these parts of the Middle-Earth. The prophecy… Oh yes…
"Gandalf, friend, whatever your plan is, I urge you to leave it be. No good shall come from it. 'And all shall fail in sadness, And the lake shall shine and burn'... You cannot change what Fate has written."
"I believe there is yet a better outcome for this story, Linnea. I have two persons in mind that will ensure this…" Though I cannot see the wizard, I know by his tone that there is an assured gleam in his eyes.
"Is there no end to your meddling?," I cannot resist a sigh, "... Two. You said there are two that will ensure your plan."
"I did. You, my dear, are one. The other… you will know when the meeting takes place." He explains no further as he rises from his seat, intending to leave I suppose.
"Gandalf, I do not recall having said that I agreed to your scheme."
He merely chuckles, taking hold of my hands, "No, you did not, dear. However… I know I will be seeing you. Take to the trees, they will guide you."
His presence disappears suddenly, and I am left alone. I do not know who is the fool. The wizard for taking on such a task… or me, for taking the bait he left. Oh, how frustrating. I knew I would fall prey to his plans. I only hope this unsettling in my core is wrong. Dear Illúvatar, please let it be wrong.