"How many times do I have to tell you, stop calling her a wench!" Athena yelled, brandishing her very real sword at the dwarves. The men skittered away, mumbling and with wide eyes.

"Frey, are you okay?"

Freya nodded, huffing and crossing her arms. Other than the rude men, the renaissance faire has been wonderful.

Athena, never the one to stick to gender norms, came as a warrior, not unlike herself in real life. Athena was in the army since she was eighteen, and awarded a purple heart and honorable leave after she was shot four times in the abdomen, barely making it out alive. She was 24 at the time.

Freya was always the more calm,collected of the two. She and Athena met in the army, though Freya was a doctor. Freya was the one to save Athena's life, and they've been inseparable ever since, their love for Tolkien and all things medieval sticking them together at the hip. Freya had come as a common girl, in a loosely corseted peasants' dress in a deep emerald and a white, off the shoulder blouse that accentuated her deep toned skin.

They were complete opposites, the two.

Freya was petite and curvy, bordering on chubby, and her skin was a deep milk chocolate, and her hair was a mass of small ringlet curls, surrounding her delicate yet sharp features beautifully. Her eyes were near black, but they set her emotions on display for all to see.

Athena was taller, and curvy also, but she was built like a miniature amazonian woman. She had waist-length copper toned hair, that was curly, but not as much so as Frey's. She had high cheekbones and blazing emerald eyes, the left of which was split in half vertically by a solid brown stripe. Her eyes showed no emotions, except for the ones she let through.

Athena wrapped a metal-clad arm around her best friend's shoulders, grinning and nuzzling her hair. Athena was taller than Freya by a good few inches, though that is an easy feat. Freya was 4'9, the tiniest person Athena'd ever seen. Athena was 5' even, and she never let Freya forget it!

They walked back to their tent, a quite large one, large enough to walk around in, and they settled down for the night after getting dressed in their nightclothes.

When they woke up, they were very disoriented. They both looked up, and in unison, gasped in awe.

They stood before a court, where fourteen large, and by large, I mean large people sat before them, along a long table.

"Welcome, Freya, Daughter of Hannah, Daughter of Ezikiel." Said the kind yet shockingly beautiful woman sitting directly across from her.

"Welcome, Athena, Daughter of Heather, Daughter of Nathaniel." Said a gruff looking man, but Athena could see a glint of humanity in his eyes.

"I-...Ah...Um... Hello?" They mumbled in unison, huddling together for comfort.

The people in front of them chuckled, and they suddenly felt themselves being pulled apart from eachother by unknown hands.

Athena was about to start kicking and screaming, when the middle man lifted his hand, silencing her.

"Lady Athena, I know you and Lady Freya are scared and confused right now, but please, let us introduce ourselves."

Athena had no choice but to sit by and listen.

The first man introduced himself. He had a sharp grey beard, and steel coloured hair to match. His eyes were white, milky and cool, no pupil or iris at all it seemed.

"I am Manwë, Wind-King,"

The next woman stood up, and she had hair to match her man, but her face remained unlines and cool, her chin lifted high in a reassuring proudness.

"I am Varda, Star-Queen."

Athena's eyes widened as she began to understand what was going on here.

They continued moving to the right.

The next man's beard and hair seemed to be made of sea foam and water, it never seemed to stop moving.

"I am Ulmo, Sea-King."

The woman next to him had hair that reminded Athena and Frey of Rapunzel, and it was silken looking. She seemed to be wearing vines and leaves, flowers and weeds as her fashion choice.

"I am Yavanna, Lady of the earth."

The man beside her was obviously her spouse. His beard had flowers placed in it, and his fashion choice was similar.

"Aule, Lord of the Earth."

The woman next was very pretty, in a melancholy sort of way. Her hair was split, grey and black, and her eyes seemed a bit watery.

"I am Nienna, the Lady of Mercy."

This man wore a helmet, and his sharp features were barely visible underneath. He stood up, slamming his fist over his heart and bowing.

"I am Oromë, Huntsman and Man of the Forests."

There was a pretty young thing beside him, barely looking eighteen, and it was explained when she stood up, curtsying.

"Vana, ever-young."

This next man looked severe, with a strong brow and jaw, his eyes dark.

"I am Mandos, the Judge of the Dead."

The lady next to him had long golden hair, and she seemedwise, kind, yet stern.

"Vairë, I am the Weaver."

The girl who spoke next was kind looking, and her eyes held pure warmth and love.

"I am Estë the Gentle, Lady of Healing and Rest."

The man who came next had long black hair, pulled away from his face, and he had a kind yet strong-jawed face.

"I am Lorien, Lord and Master of Dreams."

The next woman was quite thin, but not unhealthily so. The body of someone who moves a lot, and quickly.

"I am Nessa, Dancer of life."

"And I am-"

"Tulkas, Champion of Valinor." Athena finished, her eyes wide. The man had ruddy flesh and golden hair and beard, and seemed to be very hardy.

Freya and Athena looked at each other, before whispering quietly.

"What the hell?"

"Ladies, we welcome you before the court of Valar, to ask a favour."

Athena and Freya's head snap forwards, their eyes wide in shock.

"You want ask us..." Athena starts.

"...A favour?" Freya finishes.

The Valar all look at each other, nodding silently to themselves, and the mortal women.

"We need you to save Durin's sons."

"...Oh."

Was all the girl's muttered, before their worlds went black simultaneously.