Welcome to my hobbit story. I wasn't planning on posting this story until my other one was finished but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. 'Fate Be Changed' will still be my first priority so this story won't have the fastest of updates. This is going to be a Fili/Ranger story. Please let me know what you guys think. I always appreciate any reviews, follows, and favourites.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything concerning Middle Earth. That honour goes to J.R.R. Tolkien. I only own my OC, Enril.
The tales of Silverbow is known to many of Middle Earth. Though the people knew only of the great things she had done, not of who she herself was. They knew she was a great archer, hence how she received her name. She was also fierce with a sword. Many who knew of her skills would say she was a handy ally but a deadly enemy.
A few inhabitants of Middle Earth had seen her with her silver hood down. Many of those were orcs about to have their heads separated from the rest of their body. Fewer still, knew her true name, the one she had received at birth. Those few people were a select few, the people she trusted. Everyone else only knew of the name she had received as a ranger.
Her bow wasn't really silver, it was a dark oakan brown of Elvish make. Her cloak was how she was seen as the silver archer, it was known as her trademark colour.
Silverbow was a ranger of the north clearing the area of Orcs and Wargs. She usually worked alone, sometimes seen with a few other rangers who were close to her.
She was also a close friend of Gandalf the Grey Wizard, he had helped her early in her years. When she had been in the most trouble. Silverbow still felt the need to repay him for all he had done for her, always watching the enemy and relaying the information to the Wizard.
There was a time not long ago when she, and two under her command had hunted an Orc pack seen near the forest of Fangorn. Not a large pack, their numbers had little chance against the experienced Rangers.
Her two best fighters, Ravenhood and Scarlet had spent most of their lives with Silverbow learning from her the skills needed to go against the Orcs. They were both loyal to her, for she had saved both their lives from the vile orcs. Scarlet had been an outcast of two races, being half Elven and Man.
They took down the Orcs easily, Silverbow and Scarlet with their archery skills, and Ravenhood with her twin swords. None escaped that day, Orcs were stubborn when it came to retreating from their enemies and this pack of orcs had been no different.
It was then that she found a rag stating a price for Thorin Oakenshield's head. Silverbow knew black speech, it was one of the the languages she had deemed necessary to learn. For without knowing their language, she would never know what the enemy planned to do with her.
Silverbow knew well of the dwarf. He and his kin had been exiled from their kingdom because of a dragon's greed years before she had been born. Though it had been rumoured that it had been King Thror's greed that had brought the dragon.
She had shown the rag to Gandalf a couple of months after the fight with the orcs, at the prancing pony in Bree. The grey wizard had appeared distressed at the news asking to keep the rag and letting her know that he would let Thorin Oakenshield know of the news.
Silverbow left the inn a few minutes after she had finished talking to Gandalf. She had decided that she was long due a visit to Rivendell . Little did she know that not long after she had left, Thorin Oakenshield and Gandalf had talked about reclaiming the Lonely Mountain at the same table she sat with the wizard only minutes before.
It has been recorded in many books of history of that very meeting in Bree. The one that had led to the legendary quest to reclaim the dwarven kingdom from the dragon, Smaug. Silverbow had been part of that small company of thirteen dwarves, a wizard, and a hobbit. This is the tale of Silverbow's part in the retaking of the Lonely Mountain.