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Elvish

-Dream-
"Please, ada, let me go."
"No. You are too young."
I wanted to stomp my foot in frustration but I knew that wouldn't help my case any. "If the twins and Arwen are allowed to travel Middle Earth, why can't I?"
"They are many years older than you, and can handle their own in dangerous situations." he began to walk away but I just situated myself in front of him.
"Arwen said that she was my age when she first ventured out and I am fully capable as I have been trained by the best."
His mouth pulled up slightly as he knew I was talking about him but he resisted smiling as to seem stern. "That was a different time. Before your mother..." he drifted off a moment before quickly moving on, "It does not matter. You've never faced real opponents."
"And I am not given the opportunity to face real opponents!"
"Enough, Eámanë!" I took a step back in surprise at the sudden harshness. Upon seeing my reaction, his face softened and he suddenly seemed worn down. "Please, Eámanë. I am afraid of losing you."
I couldn't say anything at first. Ada rarely shows his emotions, and never once had I thought he would fear anything. I took one of his hands in my own. "You won't lose me, ada. Trust me on this. I may not be ready, but I fear I shall never be if I don't leave the safety of home."
He sighed and began to trace circles on the back of my hand like he would when I was little.
-Dream Ends-

That's when I woke up to an early morning sky. I continued to lay there as I became deep in thought. I was 15 when that took place. Ada couldn't give me an answer that day. It took at least two weeks to bring himself to give me consent. I was overjoyed as there was nothing I wanted more than to explore the lands. I was home within a week.
After a couple days' ride I ran into a small group of orcs. I was able to take care of them myself leaving with only a few shallow cuts and bruises but the experience left me shaken. When I arrived in Rivendell I expected a lecture but there was none. Six moons passed of constant training before I felt confident enough to go out again. Ada wasn't pleased but he let me go. As the moons leading up to my joining of the company I would leave home more and more but I could never stay away as long as my siblings did. The quest to Erebor would break that record, as ten moons had already passed since we left Rivendell.
"Ah! Good morning, Eámanë."
I sat up to see Gandalf smoking nearby, keeping watch. "Good morning. Have you been awake long?"
"Oh, a couple hours I'd say but I love to see the sunrise."
Looking towards the horizon, I commented "It's shaping to be a glorious day."
As if on cue, the howls of wargs rang through the air. The company quickly got up and then we began to move as one. We've had too many close calls to do otherwise.
We didn't stop until we reached the side of a steep hill. "We need to be sure of how close they follow if we are to get away. Bilbo."
We turned to look at the hobbit as he seemed shocked for a moment. When the moment passed he just nodded and then went to go up the hill. It didn't seem to be long before he came back, breathing hard.
Dwalin was the first to speak. "How close is the pack?"
"Too close." He managed to get out, "A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it."
"Have the Wargs picked up our scent?"
"Not yet, but they will; we have another problem."
"Did they see you?" Gandalf asked before jumping to a conclusion, "They saw you!"
"No, that's not it."
"What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material."
The dwarves began to chuckle loudly in appreciation. I noticed Bilbo looked exasperated. "Be quiet please!" I shouted before turning back to the hobbit. "What is it, Bilbo?"
"Thank you. I'm trying to say there is something else out there."
Now that we were all listening, looks of worry were shared. Except for Gandalf who, as always, seemed to know exactly what was going on. "What form did it take? Like a bear?"
"Ye..." Bilbo paused as we looked curiously at the wizard "Y- yes. But bigger, much bigger."
"You knew about this beast?" Bofur asked the wizard but didn't receive an answer. "I say we double back."
"And be run down by a pack of Orcs." Thorin pointed out.
"What lies ahead?" I asked as I knew nothing about the area.
After a moment's hesitation Gandalf replied, "There is a house, it's not far from here, where we might take refuge."
"Whose house?" Thorin asked, "Are they friend or foe?"
"Neither. He will help us, or he will kill us."
A look of shock crossed my face as I took in our current predicament. Once again Thorin spoke up. "What choice do we have?"
A roar split the air behind us and I could only guess that it was the bear.
"None." Gandalf said somberly.
Nonetheless we were still hesitant to move. I took a deep breath. "Let's move!"
By this time, the morning was already gone as the sun reached it's highest peak. We moved forward at a rapid pace until we were out of the woods and out in the plains. Knowing that we would be exposed, we took off at a full run. With encouragements from Gandalf we didn't stop except when the load roar of the beast seemed to vibrate the very air. We only started to move again when Gandalf shouted, "This way, quickly!"
Not even stopping when we came to more trees, we continued to push ourselves to the limit. When we exited we found ourselves on another plain, a house nestled in the center. "To the house! Run!"
And run we did. I was running towards the front and I was admittedly surprised when Bombur ran ahead of us all. Within moments we followed him through a gate in the hedge. "Come on, get inside!"
When we got to the giant door itself, it seemed stuck shut. The dwarves worked together to push it open as I hear thundering footfalls. I looked back to see the humongous bear break through the tree line.
"Open the door!" "Quickly!" Gandalf and Thorin ordered as the latter pushed his way to help with the door. When it finally opened we all bolted inside the house and I turned around to see the dwarves try to slam the door shut but there was a giant bear head in the doorway. As the bear roared and tried to push the door open, the dwarves yelled and strained to close it. Bilbo pulled out his sword and pointed it unsteadily at the bear. My hand twitched towards my quiver but it was still empty.
"Come on, lads!"
With a final heave, the dwarves managed to close the door and drop the bolt across it. We all sighed in relief.
"What is that?" Ori asked.
"That..." Gandalf replied, "Is our host."
I looked at him in bewilderment. "Our host?"
The wizard nodded. "His name is Beorn, and he is a skin-changer. Sometimes he's a huge black bear; sometimes he's a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overfond of dwarves."
Looking over the dwarves, I weighed our options of not getting killed.
"He's leaving!" Ori announced only to be pulled away from the door by Dori. "Come away from there! It's not natural, none of it. It's obvious: he's under some dark spell."
"Don't be a fool;" Gandalf scolded before walking away from the door. "He's under no enchantment but his own. Alright now, get some sleep, all of you. You'll be safe here tonight."
We began to spread out just as I heard Gandalf whisper, "I hope."
I looked at him but if he saw, he didn't acknowledge me. Taking a deep breath I sat down on a pile of hay. Now that everything had calmed down I took the time to look around. It was a large wooden house with some animals in stalls. Everything here was greatly enlarged, so it was likely our host is also a large man. However, I would worry about it later. After the tiring journey sleeping even on the pile of hay was an great welcome. Before long the sounds of slumber filled the home and my own soon joined them.