Author's Note: This may not be completely accurate to The Similarion or the books, but it's a fans' explanation for the reason Thranduil's people hates dwarves more than other elves do.
She was a dwarf and unconscious, that's what Ithil could tell. She was wearing heavy chain mail, had dark hair and eyes and was grasping a large bronze hammer in one hand and a long bronze mace in the other. Both stained with orc blood.
"Why in Middle-Earth would a dwarf be in Mirkwood?" She asked herself.
Ithil bent down to check if she was breathing. Then she was grabbed.
"If it isn't a self-righteous little elfing!" a voice from behind snarled.
Ithil tried to break the Orc's grip, but he wouldn't let go. He drew a blade, and she drew her knife. Thankfully she was faster. The Orc grunted in pain but swung his dark blade toward Ithil again, she managed to duck. Slicing her dagger on his wrist he finally let go.
Ithil charged again, aiming for his neck, the Orc quickly blocked it. He swiftly kicked her leg forcing her to the side of him and to the ground.
"Any last words, she-elf?"
Ithil noticed a movement from the dwarf. She slowly opened her eyes to see the back of the Orc facing her. Holding her hammer. Without hesitation she jumped on the back of the Orc, putting the iron base across his throat, forcing him back. He choked and gasped, Ithil saw an opening. She thrust her dagger through the Orc's heart, wetting her hands with blood.
She saw the life fade from his eyes and removed the dagger. The dwarf simply jumped down to the ground and picked up her mace.
"Good day, elf."
"Good day, elf." Mithrin said to her.
She turned to walk away, her people would be worried about her, but she wouldn't tell them that she was stupid enough to let her guard down. But she still wondered how she got knocked out.
"Wait!" She put a hand on Mithris' shoulder. "Who are you?"
Mithrin turned to her, meeting her the elfs' blue eyes. "I am Mirthrin Bronzehammer, daughter of Mithra. You?"
"My name is Ithil, I am Queen of Mirkwood."
Mithrin smiled. "Well this is an unusual coincidence," She gave a smile. "I am a Queen as well."
"From where?"
Mithrin pointed to the West. "The Iron Valley, past Caradhras at the foot of one of the great Misty Mountains."
"Well, Queen Mithris, I want to thank you for your help. Is there anything I could-"
"Yes, my men could use more supplies. " Mithris said.
Ithil nodded. "Lead them here. Then I will show you to my home."
Author's Note: Please read and review, I promise the story will get more interesting. I don't mind creative critisism so long as you're not mean.