A/N- Hey everybody! My name's Emilee and I'm new to but not to fanfiction. I used to have an account on wattpad but it somehow got deleted and I was quite devastated. I decided to start over on here. I'm used to only doing first person POVs, so this will be a challenge, but bear with me. I hope you like it!
Selah- only child of the Dark Lord, Sauron- knew of dark things that were to come. As a babe she had been stolen from her burning hut, as Sauron strode through her village, leaving a wake of despair and destruction behind him. Of course, she didn't know any of this until she was later acquainted with Ganalf the Grey…
"By my feet! That is no way to begin a tale, my dear dwarfling," Bilbo chastised, letting puffs of smoke circle out from his pipe, as he peered over my shoulder at my slanted and improper scrawl. I had never been taught to write until very recently, a few months prior to be precise, and my penmanship was barely equal to that of a young child.
"And just how would you have me start it?" I asked, quite peevishly. It was, after all, my tale to tell, seeing as how he completely left me out of the tale he had written down after our adventures.
"Where the adventure begins, of course!" He cried out, unceremoniously pushing on my arm until I was forced to stand as he sat in the chair I was previously occupying.
"Hey!" I cried out indignantly, as he crumpled the parchment I had written on and threw it over his shoulder towards a corner. I rushed over and began to smooth out the paper, thoroughly intending on letting Bilbo know just how unhappy I was, but as I turned to do so, I saw his hand flowing quickly and gracefully over another piece of parchment.
I clamored over to his side, still unused to the large, bulky dwarven boots on my feet. As I stood behind him, I watched as the humming hobbit filled first one page, then the next, then a few more, introducing the story in his smooth and even script. I read as he briefly touched on my past of being raised by Sauron, and then described my meeting with Gandalf, my travels to the Shire and the loud meal shared with all of the company, excluding the leader.
Somewhat jealous, but mostly awed, I was too enraptured at the hobbit's obvious talent to realize he had stopped writing and turned to me with a questioningly look.
"What? Am I beginning to grow a beard?" I asked worriedly, my hands covering my chin.
"No, no! You remain just as beardless as before," Bilbo assured, laughing at my terrified expression. "Although, it would be considered an honor if you did. Most women of Dwarves begin to grow their beard at less than half your age."
"I have never found facial hair on a woman to be attractive," I huffed, sticking my smooth chin out proudly. "For all his faults, I'm thankful for whatever Sauron did to help me remain beardless."
Bilbo chuckled at my comment. "It's a good thing your husband seems to agree with you," he added with a wink, causing me to flush, despite the time that has passed since I first met my Destined. "All that aside, you still haven't answered my question."
"I apologize, Bilbo, but it appears I was not listening. What was it that you asked me?" My cheeks warming further as I realized my distracted mind had caused me to ignore my host.
"Would you like me to write as you dictate what occurred?" Bilbo asked politely. There was somewhat of a glint in his eye, some of his old energy bursting forth, not quite as lively as it once was, at the idea of being useful once again. Or perhaps it was the thought of reliving our adventure that excited him so.
"That would be lovely, thank you Bilbo," I smiled warmly, placing my hand on the old hobbit's small shoulder. Although he was at least 50 years younger than me, age had finally transformed the old hobbit, who had thus far out-lived most of his kin. For a hobbit, he was very old, indeed ancient.
"Alright then, Selah, you continue where I left off. I'll try to copy down your every word, but add a bit of flare to it. After all, who would enjoy a dull tale?" Bilbo muttered the end to himself. I knew better than to be insulted at my dear friend's words, knowing it was simply the way his mind worked.
"Well then, here goes nothing…" I sighed and began where he left off, right before Thorin's entrance.
A/N Sorry for such a slow start but I promise it picks up quickly after this. Please stick around, it gets better!
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