The Curse of Ellanora

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this is the first chapter to my Hobbit fanfic. It is a Kilixoc and if you don't like oc's this isn't a book for you.

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-Victoria4505

Chapter One: the lost race

It was raining, that alone brought a small smile to her lips as she stood leaning against a trunk beneath the thick branches of a willow tree out of the way. The dreary weather may dishearten others but it brought fond memories to the woman as the ground became thick with mud and the forest around her became hard to see as the rain thickened. Does pranced through the mist as they bolted for shelter that the trees provided, birds and squirrels hiding in the trees. She was of the Va'tor; trackers of the north.

Her pure black Friesian snorted as he rocked back on his legs, itching from standing in one spot. His saddle beautifully crafted in reds and black carried two black large satchels draped over his rear behind the seat and set with a matching bridal. The brace around his front and between his front powerful legs held the saddle in place along with the strap that circled around the base of his thick tail. His mane was long and thick, crumbled from its braids, his tail long sweeping along the damp ground. His hooves covered in hair that had clomped together by the mud.

"Forgive me Artrios, just a little while longer I promise," she assured him, he gazed at her with dark brown eyes and snorted before bowing his head as he returned to graze at what little grass he could find. Her forever night reflecting silver orbs drifted around the thick misted area until an elderly man in grey robs with a staff and pointy hat astride a horse of Rohan. It was Gandalf the grey riding through the mist as he struggled to navigate; weaving through the trees until he spotted the only willow tree in the area, "Gandalf. It looks as if you are lost."

"That I am my dear," he agreed with a smile as he slid off his mount and walked to her. Pushing off from the tree, she walked half way to meet him, her thin black cloak fell between her shoulder blades and the hood covered her head, the face cover bunched at her neck like a scarf. Her black dress shirt was tucked in a dark brown leather corset with matching belt that hung low on her hips, held a knife pouch on her right thigh with an additional strap wrapped around her leg and arm bracers. Her black breaches were like tights; easy to move around in and black boots adorn on her small feet. An elf cladded in black some would suggest. But she was no elf.

"So tell me, what does Gandalf the grey want me so far south west for?" she questioned moving to Artrios who had her large beautifully crafted hunting bow of black with gold ruins and its matching quiver full of black arrows. The people of the Va'tor were people that stuck to the darkness. Some call them assassins others say shadows. Gandalf watched the maiden slip her bow over her head and attacked her quiver to her spare hip before giving him her full attention.

"I require your services as a tracker," he spoke cautiously as he took a step forward. Her white eyes blinked at him as if asking him to explain. So he pushed the matter further, "Thorin Oakenshield and his company will be on a quest to reclaim Erebor and defeat Smaug."

"No one has ever defeated that retched thief," she suddenly spoke with an echoing hiss in her words as her eyes brightened in the shadows of the tree. Anger coursed through her, "Not the slayers of the north, nor the Elves of Mirkwood. What makes you think Dwarves can stop him?"

"I have faith in them," he resorted but she shook her head, her thick dark mocha locks flying from beneath her hood as she walked back to her stead. He sighed as he waddled after her, mounting swiftly and took the reins in one hand, "Will you deny me such aid?"

"I will aid them, tracking. Nothing more nothing less," she spoke in hard tone, he nodded with a smile on his face; pleased with her answer, "you will tell Thorin Oakenshield of my part but I will not help them on their quest to kill a dragon or reclaim Erebor. That is their task alone."

"Thank you my dear," he bowed before staring up at her, "we shall meet in the Shire within a moons cycle."

"Consider it done," she answered, tapping Artrios's sides and allowed him to take off into a canter, ditching the shelter of the trees and into the open rain. Bringing her hand to her face, she lifted the face cover to hide her mouth and nose as she travelled through the clouded forest. No one needed to know what she looked like.

For hours she rode on and on, through mountain trails and streams to cover her tracks as she made her way through the wilderness. As sunset approached Artrios stood at a cliffs edge overlooking the valley. She noticed the small camp a few yards away below. Merchant's maybe? Making the stallion turn round, did the rider of the night make her way into the valley, making sure to avoid the camp as she came to a small spring.

Lifting her leg over Artrios's head, did the woman cladded in black slid off with elven grace, her feet hitting the rocks of the river bed and approached the water's edge. Her sharp eyes caught the outline of deer tracks, fresh; about an hour's old. A twig snapped and her head shot up as her senses heightened. Movement to the North West of her on the land ledge above, without hesitation did she tie the massive horse to a branch before removing her bow from her back and moved to the fallen tree that acted as a bridge on a high angle.

Blending in with the darkness of the forest, the brunette used that to her advantage as she moved silently through the trees. Her long fingers rubbed mud to see if it was moist and looked around, noticing the marks on the bark of trees. With a sigh did she climb a great pine tree and looked at the forest floor in hopes of dinner; lying in wait was a bore as she drew an arrow and held it loosely.

Then a snow rabbit peeked its head out of its hole, an eyesore even in the dark. With a second she aimed with precision and fired as though the string was aflame. The arrowhead deep in the neck of the animal. Such was expected of a marksmen of the Va'tor.

In the north she was the highest rank of archers and knife throwing. Trained and made for fighting at a far distance, but held great agility and speed. Strength and close range not so much. So fitting she was a part of the hunting parties and patrol. Though her people are of different races combined such as dwarves, elves, men, nymphs and so on; they all had one thing in common. They've all died once before. Her previous life was not a great one; it was horrid and dark, her life ending at seventeen years of age but was chosen by the great king that watches over middle earth.

Dropping to the ground did she forget her thoughts and focused on the current objection as she picked up the arrow with the snow rabbit attached on the end, the sun had set completely as the marks woman make her way back to her horse at the spring. It didn't take long to build a fire with her kill roasting over the flames, her fingers cleaning the steel arrow head then sharping it to perfection so it did not dull. The saddle was off and on the ground providing something for her to lean against as Artrios stood off to the side. With a rope made halter around his face instead of the bridle, knowing he would not dare to travel far from her.

After eating most of the rabbit, she threw the left overs into a nearby bush before putting out the small fire and rested against the saddle. Sleep did not come to her, it never did. Her curse always a reminder; the need to eat daily was barely there and the itch to sleep always present but never allowed to give her a moment of peace. To never age a day since her rebirth was a fate worse than death.

"Do you think I will die tomorrow Artrios?" she asked the stallion who nickered in reply causing her to snort as she thought of his answer in her mind. Probably not. Closing her eyes did she find enough peace to rest her body for the oncoming day, listening to the night life of the forest.

The pattern of travel for hours on end, find somewhere to camp, then hunt, then eat and finally rest continued for almost a month before she finally arrived at the Shire's edge. She had passed Bree five days ago and now was on the path to Hobbiton where there was nothing but bright green hills for miles. She had noticed that Hobbits were very suspicious of outsiders but were polite and friendly. She was marvelled by how short they were with big hair feet and elf like ears but did not even reach up to Artrios's belly. But then again he was enormous for his breed.

Children squealed and ogled the massive horse and its shadowed rider as they navigated through the Shire taking in the small gardens and the green round doors in the hills. Hobbit holes. How fitting. Artrios quickened his pace uphill as she passed the hobbit hole with a tree above it, and headed for the meadow beyond it. It was bare of any homes and hobbits allowing her to dismount and pull off his tack, he took off like a bullet into the lush green grass and rolled onto his back; scratching an itch he couldn't reach before he stared to graze in peace.

The Shire was peaceful and full of merry folk something that she desired, a life of peace without war or hate in the world, to be blissfully ignorant of the world outside of the Shire. Still she sat in the long grass of the meadow with her belongings around her as she savoured the feeling of the sun on her pale skin, the hood now fallen letting her hip length hair to flow in the warm breeze.

"Ah there you are," a voice called out to her, she looked over her shoulder to see Gandalf standing a few feet away with a large smile on his face, " I was wondering where you had wondered off to."

"Merely savouring the moment," she spoke quietly as they watched Artrios roll into the grass once more.

"There is a meeting at the hobbit hole on the hill, it will have a mark on the door, not hard to find," he began as he stepped closer with a bow of his head. She glanced up at him with suspicion.

"Does the poor hobbit know of this?" she questioned and the great wizard of grey shook his head making her scowl at him as he stared down at her hopefully, "you want me to start a smooth intro, yes?"

"It would be much appreciated," he spoke making her sigh in defeat before she stood and packed her belongings and whistled sharply. Whinnying loudly Artrios make his arrival with quick and long strides. She smiled placing the bridal, saddle and bags on him once more and walked him down the dirt road, leaving Gandalf behind. She glanced at the door noticing the ruin glowing faintly in blue and tied her horse to the fence on the side away from the road. Pulling the knock twice did she wait.

A small male hobbit stood in his night robe before her with a bewildered expression she gave a bow of her head in greeting and a small smile.

"Good evening master hobbit," she spoke gently as not to frighten him. Such a wee thing, "do you have any water to spare? I have travelled far and my skin has emptied."

"Yes, yes of course, come in," he ushered the woman inside before closing the door and lead her through the maze of his home. Her eyes widened with wonder as she took in the hobbit's home.

"Such a lovely place," she voiced causing the hobbit to beam at her praise as he poured a glass of water, "it is very peaceful here in the Shire. It's refreshing."

"Really? Where have you travelled from?" the hobbit had unruly curled caramel locks and bright brown eyes. He suddenly made a noise of disgust as he held out his hand, "how rude of me, my name is Bilbo Baggins."

"Ellanora of the Va'tor," she replied taking his hand gently, his jaw slacked as he stared at her with a new found shock. The warriors of wolves from the north that he only heard about in stories, he did not believe them to be real and to have a living Va'tor before him. She gave a small knowing smile behind her cup as she took a sip.

"I had heard stories of great warriors that ran along wolves in the night, savage and wild as the animal. I did not believe that they were a real race," he spoke softly as he sat across from her staring into her silver night eyes that made her look all the more mysterious if not animalistic; she gave a small snort of amusement.

"The Va'tor are warriors of wolves and although we can be ruthless in battle we are not savages nor are we wild, untamed yes, wild no," she spoke wisely placing her cup down just before a knock on the door rang through the quiet home. She looked at him expectantly as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked over his shoulder, "are you expecting anyone master Baggins?"

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