Author's Note: I don't own The Hobbit. All rights go to JRR Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Any mistakes are my own. This is something that has been bouncing around my head recently. I hope I can write more soon. Please tell me what you think and if I should continue writing.
You were born on May 4, 1993 to Mark and Evelyn Cassidy; the youngest of their five children and their only daughter. You had your mother's curly red hair and your father's emerald green eyes. Your parents are second generation immigrants, their parents having come from Ireland and Scotland before they were born. From this, you grew up learning to speak Irish and Scottish Gaelic as well as english.
You were a tomboy, preferring to roughhouse or go hunting with your brothers instead of with dolls. You begged your parents to let you learn how to fight. They reluctantly agreed and you began your classes at the age of 9. Shortly after that, you began to play softball. A sport, which your mother had also played growing up.
One thing you loved to do was participate in the Renaissance Fairs with you whole family. Every year, you got to dress up and perform for all kinds of fair goers. Slowly gaining experience with a longbow, a pair of twin swords, even throwing knives (which made your mom nervous).
Over the years, you began to embrace your femininity getting many tattoos and piercings to show it. All of your tattoos have a lacy theme, from the tattoo running down her spine to the tattoos on your left hand and right foot. Along with those tattoos, you have five more and countless piercings, the most noticeable being your double nostril and medusa piercings.
In college, you decided to study languages. You started with the Romance Languages ( Spanish, Italian, French, Portuguese, and Romanian), and decided to learn German and Russian for fun. This lead to your career as an interpreter for foreign dignitaries travel in the US. While, your appearance wasn't entirely considered "professional", you were good at what you do and the government couldn't turn you away.
Shortly after your 26th birthday, on your way to your parent's house for the weekly family dinner, you were struck head on by a drunk driver. Your car flipped over multiple times before coming to a stop, upside down. A piece of your car was torn off and the sharp end stabbed you through your leg, hitting a major artery. You bled out before the paramedics arrived on the scene. The last thing you remember seeing was a bright light before everything went dark.
The next thing you knew, you were laying on lush green grass, across from you sat two people. Both equally as short as you were, the female had long blonde hair, emerald eyes, and sunkissed skin. A crown made of flowers gently laid in her hair and she could she a braid by her right ear with a bead hanging from the end of it. The male was the opposite of the woman, dark brown hair, although still long, a long beard and mustache, also braided and each braid had beads. He had deep blue eyes. He was built much like some of the blacksmith's you met during your time in the fairs, wide shoulders and muscular arms from what you could see.
The two beings sat patiently, in front of you before introducing themselves to you, as you sat up.
"Hello, dear child. I am Mahal and this is my wife Yavanna." he spoke with a deep and rich voice. You was shocked to say the least before you began laughing uncontrollably.
Yavanna and Mahal shared concerned looks as you spoke, "I must be in a coma or something. You don't exist. You're not real."
"Oh, but we are real." Yavanna stated.
"The only reason you can see us is because we brought your spirit here when you passed." Mahal stated. Yavanna slapped his shoulder as you squeaked out, "Passed? I'm dead?!"
Yavanna gave a sad smile, "Yes, child. You passed on when you were hit by a drunk driver."
"Prove it." you demanded. Mahal nodded, "Very well."
Suddenly, you were hovering over what appeared to be the crash site. Your car was upside down and you can see how badly your car had been mangled. You watched as paramedics managed to pull your body out of the wreckage. You saw yourself covered in blood, something sticking out of your left leg. You watched as they failed to find a heartbeat, pronouncing you dead.
In a split second, you were once again sitting in front of who you now believed to be the real Yavanna and Mahal.
"I'm dead." you stated, as tears gathered in your eyes. Yavanna pulled you into her arms and held you as you cried. You cried, mourning the loss of your life and the fact that you will never see your family again. When you finished crying, you pulled back from her arms and wiped the tears from your eyes, "Why did you bring me here?" you managed to ask, your voice thick tears.
Mahal cleared his throat and vaguely answered, "You can help save our children."
"Meaning?" you asked. Yavanna took ahold of Mahal's hand and answered, "We know that our world, Middle Earth, is considered a story where you come from but it is very much real. Think of it as an Alternate Universe. We, Mahal and I, believe you can help save our world from destroying themselves."
Mahal interrupted, "In return, you will continue to live or you can choose to let your spirit die."
"But why me?"
Mahal spoke first, "You hold all of the qualities of our children; strong, stubborn, fiercely loyal."
"But also, compassionate, kind, loving, and resilient." Yavanna added.
"We saw how you reacted to the death of the Durin line, something that was never supposed to happen. We truly believe that having you with them will change the course of events and that you will save the Line of Durin, starting with the death of Frerin."
Your jaw dropped, "Frerin? But he was killed over a century before the events of The Hobbit! How will I still be alive to save Thorin, Fili, and Kili if I'm dead? I'm just a human."
"You will be given an extended life, similar to that of a dwarf. You will simply be our child." Mahal stated.
Yavanna nodded her head, "As our child, not only will you bare similarities between the dwarrow and hobbits, but we will bestow a few gifts to you."
"What kind of gifts?" you asked curiously.
"You will be able to speak, write, and understand Green Speech, Khuzdul and Iglishmêk. As well as use those weapons of yours. They will be reforged by myself, so they will be as strong as any Dwarvish made weapons." Mahal stated smiling, watching you as your eyes grew wide.
"You will also have Stone Sense and Earth Sense; Earth Sense isn't as common anymore as the hobbits have forgotten where they come from." Yavanna added once Mahal stopped speaking. You sit there staring at them in disbelief, "Anything else?" you sarcastically ask.
"Oh yes, you won't be able to continue to use your name so we chose to give you a new one." Mahal answered with a big smile on his face. "From now on your name will be Svanna, daughter of Mahal and Yavanna." With that, Mahal reached forward and placed a braid in your hair.
"This is a family braid. The bead tells all that you are not only my daughter but are also blessed by myself." Mahal explained. You nodded your head and touched the braid when he was finished.
Yavanna smiled, "You will also have a mark on your right hand, telling others that you have been blessed by me. It will appear on the palm of your hand, as it will be easy to hide but also easy to show without having to take any of your clothing off." Yavanna took your right hand and you felt a slight tingling sensation. She turned your hand over and you got the first look at your mark. You recognized it as the symbol of the Two Trees of Valinor.
"Now, as our daughter, we won't let you leave without providing you with everything you need to fit in. We have a travel back already prepared for you, as well as providing you with appropriate clothing." Mahal pointed to your left, where said pack sat along with what appeared to be weapons, "Of course, weapons will be provided as well. Just as I stated before, I reforged these myself. They are strong, durable, and heavier than the ones you are used to." Yavanna took ahold of your hand again, "Don't worry you won't be alone. You can talk to us whenever you need to. We also have one more gift for you."
"Another one?!" you exclaimed. Mahal and Yavanna just chuckled and giggled.
"Yes, we are gifting you with the ability to find your One, your True Heart." Mahal answered.
"How will I know when I find him?" you ask. Mahal grabs Yavanna's hand and stares into her eyes, "Just one look into your One's eyes is all it will take." He looks over at you, "Your One is a dwarf, they will know instantly as well. Though you both are stubborn, him more so than you," he chuckles, "You will know instantly."
"You must get dressed so that we can send you to where you are supposed to be to save Frerin. You will be aged up a little to fit the aging of the Dwarrow and that there won't be any complications when it comes to being involved with the battle." Mahal said as he urged you to take your new belongings and get dressed.
You stood up for the first time since arriving in this place and walked over to your new pack.
"So what age will that make me?" You asked, curious on how that would work.
"You'll still be roughly 26 in human years but 52 in dwarven years." Yavanna explained, "Come, I'll show you where you can change." She took your hand and lead you a little ways to the entrance to a bathing room. "You can change behind that screen there. When you are done, I'll help you hide your knives and put on your weapons."
It didn't take you long to change out of your old clothes into your new ones. You were given a pair of soft but sturdy leather leggings, the shirt and vest fit well and not too tight. Your cloak was also leather but was lined with a black fur to keep you warm. They also provided a pair of steel toed leather boots.
Stepping out from behind the screen, Yavanna smiled at you and motioned you forward. She began telling you how to hide your many knives, so you will never be unarmed. The scabbard for your twin blades went on next, laying across your back comfortably, even when the quiver filled with arrows was placed on your back as well.
Finally, you were ready. Once again, you followed Yavanna back out into the gardens where Mahal waited patiently. Wordlessly, they each gave you a hug, Mahal gently knocking his forehead to yours, "All will be alright daughter. Go now, stay safe." he whispered as you were blinded by a bright light surrounding you.
When the light dimmed you found yourself alone, hearing the faint clashing of weapons. Looking around, you recognized this area as being near Moria. You sighed called out to the sky above, "Really!? You really think I'm ready for this?"
You were startled to actually hear a reply from Mahal, "Yes, now go before it's too late daughter."
So with one last deep breath, you began running towards the battle. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight you came across. Orcs and Dwarrow fighting amongst many fallen bodies, it was chaos. With no time to lose, you join in the battle, much to the surprise of the Dwarrow around you, as they don't recognize who you were and the fact that you had no beard. They quickly forgot about that as you clearly knew what you were doing, slowly making your way through the Orcs, now covered in the foul black blood. You paused for one second and found your target, the one you were supposed to save. He was cornered by four Orcs, holding his own but you could tell he was tiring out and the Orcs were slowing gaining on him.
You ran as fast as your legs could take you, killing any Orc that were in your way. Finally, making it to Frerin and the Orcs he was fighting, you killed the one that was trying to sneak up on him, the one that would have ended his life.
Startled by the noise behind him, Frerin carefully turned his head and spotted you. "Duck," you called out, pulling your bow off your back, nocking an arrow and killing the Orc that was standing in front of him. His head shot up and with a playful smirk, the two of you finished off the remaining two Orcs.
"Thank you. You saved my life." Frerin dipped his head towards her, "Frerin Son of ThraÍn. At your Service." he finished with a bow, lookin over the battlefield.
"Svanna Daughter of Mahal, at yours." You replied. His head snapped to yours when you said Mahal's name. You smirked and showed him the braid Mahal put in your hair, the bead stating that what you said was true, you were the Daughter of Mahal.