Bear Child

by Luckynumber28

Beorn believes I was nine in human years when I fell into the dark, enchanted waters of the river flowing through the heart of Mirkwood. Other than this I have no memory of my life before he rescued me from a watery grave. He called me Cub so that is what I became; the Skinchanger's Cub. ( Eventual Fili/OC)

1. River

There is one stream there, I know, black and strong which crosses the path. That you should neither drink of, nor bathe in; for I have heard it carries enchantment and a great drowsiness and forgetfulness.
- Beorn, The Hobbit -

The first thing I knew was the cold blackness of the inky current. The river was swallowing me up in its ferocious embrace, carrying me under the moss eaten and webbed canopy of Mirkwood. I blinked into dim half-light where I floated on my back.

A pair of giant, thickly furred arms caught me out of the shadowy certainty of drowning.

The stranger pulled me ashore. I stared numbly into his glowering face.

"Girl, are you well?" He demanded, inspecting my bare arms and legs for injury.

I could not remember how to speak.

The stranger growled, picking me up in his enormous, furry arms and carrying me through the darkening wood.

Beorn believes I was nine in human years when I fell into the dark, enchanted waters of the river flowing through the heart of Mirkwood. Other than this I have no memory of my life before he rescued me from a watery grave.