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"Is there anything I can get you, Master Dwarf?" The waitress waiting on Thorin asked.
"A tankard of ale, and some seed cake," the dwarf prince answered. As the waitress walked off, Thorin lit his pipe and began to inhale its smoke. He was happily incorrect at the thought of his tobacco pouch being soaked through by the cold rain that pillaged the area. When his food and drink came, he abruptly abandoned his pipe and began to eat. He was famished after his long and unsuccessful search through Dunland. There were rumors that had spread of his father being sighted near the area. Thorin, naturally, went looking with no prevail. Now thinking about it, he wondered why he had even bothered to look. It wasn't as if he and his father had any close relationship. The fact was that Thorin was afraid to take the throne if his father was in fact dead. He knew that he would be a good king, and rule fairly when the day came for him to do so, but he wondered what repercussions would occur if he made the wrong choice.
Much to his disappointment, he felt the sensation that he knew all too well. The dwarf was being watched. Thorin ignored it at first, seeing that it was only a girl. He presumed that she had never seen a dwarf before, much like most of the townspeople. She then left in a flash, as if she wasn't even there. The feeling, however, did not come to pass. He looked to his right to see a bald man with a glassy-white eye staring him down. When he looked to his left, he saw a tall shagged man doing the same thing.
As the two men stood up slowly, Thorin reached for his sword and tightly gripped the handle. Had the men come any closer, he would have removed it from its sheath. They didn't, however, when a tall, old man and a young girl sat across from him.
"Mind if we join you?" The old man asked politely. He simply nodded to the duo, seeing that their presence had caused the two men to leave the pub. The old man had long grey hair and a beard to match. He also wore grey robes and carried a long, wooden staff with a blue gem-like object embedded in its knarled top. Though the dwarf had never seen the man before in all of his years, he knew exactly who this man was. "I should introduce myself. My name is Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey." The wizard then gave Thorin the friendliest of smiles.
"I know who you are," the dwarf said forthrightly. He then turned to the young girl who sat next to the wizard. "However, I do not have the pleasure of knowing the young girl in your company." Thorin politely spoke. He didn't want to insult the girl in case she was someone of utmost importance, however, he recognized her as the girl he saw staring at him from across the room. The girl had blonde-brown curls accompanied with a stunning set of blue-green eyes. Her face, though not striking to his taste, had a sort of glow to it. She wasn't very muscular, yet she wasn't dainty. She struck Thorin as, otherworldly, like nothing he had ever seen before. This girl appeared to be very young as well. Only about fourteen in the years of a man. Thorin then noticed that she possessed a pair of pointy ears. He tried to resist sneering, for there was nothing on earth that he hated more than an insufferable elf.
"Oh, my apologies. This is my apprentice, Andrea," Gandalf responded. The elf looked at Thorin and nodded out of respect.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Thorin Oakensheild," the girl greeted politely. This made his blood turn cold. How did she know who he was? He looked at the wizard to see that he had known whom he was from the very moment he sat down.
"How was I discovered?" Thorin pressed.
"Your sheaths sword is stained with orcs blood, only this particular orc's blood has turned a black color. Normal orcs blood will age to a mud color, like a humans. However, only one orc is known to have blood to stain like the one on your sheath." Andrea's knowledge was pouring out of her mouth like a river. How this young girl could possibly know any of this was beyond him. Her eyes pierced his as she continued. "You do know of the orc I speak of, correct. The Gundabad orc, the defiler." Thorin gulped. This was impossible. The dwarf himself had not known all the facts himself, and here a girl was telling him about it.
"How is this possible? No man alive today has lived that long to understand what she knows. Not even you, Gandalf. And I think I would know if there were any elves at the battle, for that is one of the very reasons why I hate the race." Thorin demanded. Gandalf, chuckled at his question. Andrea did her best to compose herself, and bit her knuckle to prevent herself from laughing.
"Ignoring your comment on my age, you are mistaken. Andrea nor I are humans, dwarves, or elves, dispite our appearances. We are Maia, spirits who serve the great Valar by assisting the people of Middle Earth. I have in fact been on this earth since before the dwarves of Erebor tried to take back the lost mines of Moria, thank you very much. My acquaintance, however has not been. Yet she was at the scene in spirit so that she could gain knowledge and wisdom. This is why she knows so much of your swords foes and whom it has slaughtered or disarmed. Andrea had also chosen to become the form of an elf." The two in Thorin's company looked at each other as if he was an oaf, which he was not pleased about. "But, I digress. The real question here is, what brings the great Thorin Oakensheild to Bree?"
