So this is my first Hobbit story! I know I have alot of stories floating around that are still being worked on, but what can I say! When inspiration strikes, it strikes (:
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The stars shone brightly over the small town, where many of the guards lining the massive stone wall were snoozing on their watch. The town was rather small, nestled in the Bay in just Southwest of The Fangorn Forest. A few of the guards were gambling, or joking around, but one guard was doing his job-even though he had a little shadow attached to his ankles.
"Daddy! Look at the lights." A small girl squeaked happily, pointing out into the distance. In her hands was a small metal box that had small gears and springs poking out of it.
The small girl's father sighed, seeing a few dabs of lights in the distance. It was late at night and he was surprised that his eldest child was not asleep, instead opting to stay awake and tinker with another of her little inventions. His daughter's mismatched eyes were bright as she watched the dots of light in the distance.
"Just some small band of nomads, not much comes this way, Kyrie." The man, Arthur, said, patting his eldest child on the head. Taking her invention from his daughter and placing it down, Arthur picked Kyrie up and placed her on his shoulders
"Look out there, to the South: that's how to get to Gondor. To the East: The Brown Lands and eventually, The Sea of Rhun. To the West: Enedwaith. And to the North: Fangorn Forest." Arthur said, holding his daughter tightly and turning into each direction. Kyrie cooed as each direction was pointed out, but then something caught her attention.
"Daddy! A man with a funny hat." Kyrie pointed, the small flickers of light having had come closer. It was a man cloaked all in grey, riding on a wagon that had lanterns attached. Arthur was silenced as he looked down at the man in grey, recognizing him instantly.
"Kyrie, rush home to meet our guest. Quick, like a rabbit." Arthur said, rushing down the stairs to report to his commander. He had to return home, an old friend was urgently awaiting him. Unperturbed by her father's strange behavior, Kyrie picked up her metal box, dashed down the stone stairs and into town.
The dark blonde haired child dashed through the sleepy town, careful not to make a sound that would wake up and anger the neighbors. As she came upon the home, the tall, strange man was already outside. The man seemed kind, and since Kyrie's father told her that he was a welcome guest, the child trusted him.
"Hello Mr. Sir, would you like to come in?" Kyrie asked, bowing her head to the grey-cloaked man before she opened the door and held it for him. He chuckled, tapping his wooden staff on the ground in his mirth.
"Ah, yes young girl. I am Gandalf, you must be Kyrie. Your father has written to me about you many times." Gandalf said, following the small girl inside.
"Truly? Ma'am can't come greet you, she spends a lot of her time trying to make Meeko sleep, and the rest is spent sleeping for my next baby sibling." Kyrie said happily, leading Gandalf into the clean and homey kitchen. The older man helped the girl sit onto one of the chairs, her elbows barely reaching the table top.
"Yes, what I say is true. Your father is proud of you, and your siblings." Gandalf said, smiling down at the little girl. Kyrie blushed, a huge smile on her face.
"Oh, thank you for saying so. Would you like anything? Daddy will be here soon." Kyrie said, standing up when Gandalf politely asked for a small glass of wine. The wine was shakily poured to the brim of a mug and placed before him, only a few drops rolling down the side.
"Ah, Gandalf the Grey, old friend!" Arthur said, opening his front door and rushing over to the older man only minutes after Kyrie had poured Gandalf his mug of wine.
"Arthur, you haven't aged a moment." Gandalf said, standing up and embracing his friend.
"How have you been? You really must visit more often." Arthur said, noticing his half empty mug of wine. Arthur smiled, patting Kyrie on the head and silently praising her on her questionable hosting abilities.
"That is true, this is only the second time I have laid eyes on your daughter." Gandalf said, smiling down at the yawning girl. Arthur smiled, reaching down to pick up his daughter, but the older wizard beat him to it. Nestled in Gandalf's arms, Kyrie let out a loud and long yawn before closing her eyes. Gandalf stood and followed Arthur into the small girl's bedroom, bending down to tuck her into the sheets.
"Arthur..in fifteen summers, there shall be a grand quest, a company, some will call it. I need you to be there, this is something that I cannot handle alone." Gandalf said after he was positive that Kyrie was asleep.
"Gandalf, I journeyed with you on quests when I was young and un-partnered. I wish I could promise you my assistance, but my situation is very much changed. I have a wife, a five-year-old child, a child only of six months and another on the way. I need to be here for my family." Arthur said, sighing and shaking his head.
"I understand." Gandalf said, but didn't sound disappointed in Arthur's rejection. Arthur sighed, leading Gandalf out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
"You have protected your family well and your refusal of my quest proves that you've changed from a wild adventurer to a loving father. But..there is something else I must ask of you." Gandalf said.
"Anything, my friend." Arthur said, looking away from his old friend and serving up some of his wife's honey cake.
"If you shall not accompany me, would you be comfortable with Kyrie joining on my quest?" Gandalf asked, carefully watching his friend's reaction. Arthur was silent, his hazel eyes wide in thought, looking at everything and seeing nothing.
"Kyrie will be excited to join you once she's old enough." Arthur said, reaching across the table to grab Gandalf's hand. The two men were silent for the rest of the visit. Everything that needed to be said could be spoken through their eyes and thoughts.
"Ma'am? M'ammy, why are we running?" Kyrie, now six years old, whispered fearfully. Cazesher ignored her eldest child, hurriedly packing a large sack with clothes and food. Kyrie and her mother had been home alone when the warning horn was heard.
Cazesher wasn't scared; the poor Faery was petrified. Her husband and their two young sons had gone to spend the day with the Thane, but who knew what was happening to them now. All Cazesher could think of doing was getting Kyrie out of the town as quickly as she could.
May the gods save them if she or her children were captured, thanks to her damned blood. The Fae blood that pumped through her veins was almost priceless. The body of a Fae was often used in many magical potions and ceremonies. Dried Fae dust, Fae skin sheets, Fae hair, and eyeball of Fae: pretty much every part of a Fae's body was up for sale-even half Fae beings, such as her children.
As soon as the large pack was stuffed with clean clothes, medicine, and food, Cazesher grabbed her eldest and lifted her up onto her back. Upon Kyrie's back was a small pack of tinkering tools, small inventions, and some blue prints. As Cazesher ran from her home, she finally saw what had caused the guards to sound the alarm.
Goblins.
Even in the darkness of night, the smell was enough to identify the creatures. Creature and man growled, howled, and screamed in battle. Shielding her daughter from seeing violence as best she could, Cazesher sprinted through the small village.
"M-Ma'mmy?" Kyrie cried as a wave of blood drenched over the mother and child as a man was decapitated right before their eyes. Wiping as much blood away from her sharp, teal eyes, Cazesher raced all the way to the north side of the thick stone wall.
Kicking and pushing, Cazesher found the loose stone in the wall. This left a small hole, just big enough for a small child to crawl through. Taking her eldest off her back, Cazesher squatted with her on the ground. First, the mother shoved the bag through the hole in the wall and then turned to her daughter.
"You need to run north. Don't stop running, and don't turn back-no matter what you see, or what you hear. You must make it to Fangorn Forest, where my old friends reside. They call themselves the Ents, and they are the large tree-people I told you of. Tell them that you are my daughter and that the day we most feared has come. They will tell you what to do next." Cazesher said quickly, pulling off her ankle bells.
Cazesher attached the ankle bells to her daughter's feet, Kyrie watching in awe. Kyrie always loved her mother's ankle bells. She wore them every day and whenever her mother took a step, they made a beautiful, soft, chiming ring. The ankle bells were four rows of little gold and silver bells that attached to the ankles with hooks and leather ties.
"M'ammy? Aren't you coming with me?" Kyrie cried, making Cazesher want to cry.
"I can't, Key. I've packed you clothes, medicines and food." Cazesher said to her daughter, pulling her into a tight embrace. Kyrie shivered and sniffled, taking in a deep breath of her mother's scent: pine trees and honeysuckle.
"When will I see you again, M'ammy?" Kyrie whimpered, burying herself in her mother's shoulder. Cazesher pulled back, pressing kisses against her daughter's face.
"Soon, Key, soon. Now-go. Run!" Cazesher said softly, the sight of a snooping Goblin made the mother nervous. Just as the little girl was pushed through the small hole in the wall, the Goblin had seen to two. Growling, Cazesher called for Kyrie to run, standing on her bare feet to face the Goblin.
"I SHALL TAKE YOU ON!" Cazesher shouted, feeling her magic well up inside her.
It was do or die.
I can remember the first day I stumbled into Fangorn Forest when I was six years old. I was cold, tired, scared, lonely, and hungry. The journey had taken me twice as long, since I had to stop and hide from small scouting groups of Goblins.
Doing as my M'ammy instructed, I found myself among the massive tree-people, who had cooed at me once I told them who my parents were. The Ents were very fond of my M'ammy, her being Faery and all-and Faes all love nature. The Ents all froze when I recanted her mother's words of "the day they most feared had come".
I stayed with the Ents for five days, sleeping in their shade and playing in their forest. The Ents re-packed my bag with sweet berries, honeycomb, and plenty of water. The leader of the Ents, Treebeard, told me to travel back home, it was now safe to return.
In the short amount of time in the forest, I had become attached to one of the younger trees. His name was Bregalad, but told me to call him Quickbeam and he was named as my charge during my stay in the forest. I played in his shade during the day, and slept in his branch-like arms during the night.
After saying my goodbyes to the Ents, I scurried on home, quicker in pace than when I had left now that I was familiar with the paths. At first sight of home, I had squealed with joy, almost tripping over my own feet as I sprinted towards home.
I was overjoyed! I couldn't wait to throw my arms around my M'ammy, hug my younger brother, hold my youngest brother and then throw myself into my Father's arms and feel safe and warm as I always had.
But my joy did not last for long.
The only thing left of my home was the dilapidated wall, remnants of homes, bodies and ash. Not one thing was alive, but I could recognize everything. The home of my tutor, Mister Ruckerglass, now just rubble and charred wooden beams.
Unable to visit what remained of my childhood home, I made a split second decision to turn tail and return to the safety of the Ents.