A/N: I do not own Tolkien´s characters, nor do I own the plot.
I do own the Naur and the OCs. Thank you very much.
Chapter 1:
A wizard and his adventures
To say that Kor was bored the day that Gandalf the Grey ventured into her home would be an understatement. After breakfast on that day, her father and brothers had set out for Bree where they would purchase meat as that was the only thing one could not buy in the Shire, leaving Kor under the wing of her mother. Kor loved her mother, really, but she could be quiet unnerving especially with her friends that happened to come over for tea. Kor had proceeded to flee, trying to find her friends but to no avail as apparently they all had vanished. And so Kor was left alone with Glautirkrar, the demon horse she had been gifted with, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. After practising swordsplay and bowshooting, something that her status among the Naur as the leader´s daughter required, she sat down on a haystack taking in her surroundings.
While Glautirkrar seemed to enjoy the peace surrounding them, it unnerved Kor to say the least. Silence ruled over her surroundings as no animal would ever venture close to the Towerhills. Demons were not something animals loved to be around. Not even a cricket could be heard in this spring morning. As a result of it, Kor fell asleep in a haystack close to Glautirkar whom continued to feast upon an apple Kor had brought him.
She was awoken by the clearing of a throat and a slight niping of razorsharp teeth on her ear. She jumped awake at he pain that radiated from her ear, glaring at Glautirkrar. He looked back innocently, snorting out lightly and turning his head away from Kor. Kor snorted and turned to the person that had cleared his throat. There stood a man, grey from head to toe. Kor glared at him, too and proceeded with climbing out of her haystack. The man smiled a little at her disshelved hair and haycovered tunic and trousers.
„And who might you be?" She wasn´t very polite when woken and he was currently at the recieving end of her animosity. „I´m Gandalf and Gandalf… is me." He frowned at his words. Kor blinked a few times in confusion. „Well, that is great, but that still doesn´t tell me who you are nor does it tell me what you could possibly want from me." The grey man seemed a little confused. „Oh, well, I´m a wizard, one would say." Kor nodded in understanding. She had heard of the wizards from her mother. Great creatures they were suppose to be, eventhought this one didn´t look great at all in his grey clothings and his tangled beard. She motioned for him to continue and he sighed. „I´m looking for someone to share an adventure." Kor´s jaw went slack. „A-A-Adventure? And why me?" Gandalf chuckled. „Why not take a Naur on an adventure across Middle-Earth to a place where dark things roam?" Kor closed her mouth and huffed. „And what, may I ask, what dark creatures could you possibly encounter? Most demons are under control.." Glautirkrar bit down on her ear again. Kor cursed him. „.. and most spirits have been laid to rest." Gandalf moved to pet Glautirkrar´s head. Kor sat down on a box with saddles in it and fingered with a bridle that had been custom made for Glautirkrar. „What do you know of Erebor?" Kor looked up from the briddle she was fidgeting with. Erebor? Not that dwarvenkingdom her mother had told her about. Well hopefully not otherwise this wizard was dumb enough to run into a dragon hoard. She frowned. „The Lonely Mountain?" The grey eyes of the wizard lightened up. „Good, you know. Are you coming?" Kor looked at him dumbstruck. „You´re going to the Lonely Mountain? Alone? Into a dragonden? Are you mad?" Gandalf chuckled. „I´m not mad, but yes, I´m heading there. With a company of dwarves." Kor frowned. „That is suicide." With that she got up and walk out of the stable. The grey wizard followed her and locked the door to Glautirkrar´s stable carefully. „We´re meeting in Bag End in two days." Kor turned around to reply something to him, but the grey wizard was gone. „You have got to be kidding me." She would have to ask her mother about how many things she would have to pack for a travel to the Lonely Mountain.
A day passed with preparing. Her mother was not amused about her plans to go on an adventure but after a rather heavy argument about females and travel and dwarves she reluctantly agreed to Kor´s plans. Now Kor´s travel packs were filled with food, clothings and medicine. Her bedroll was neatly rolled up and strapped to her bag. Her mother walked into the room, when Kor was dressing herself. It was early in the morning even before dawn. Today was the day that her father returned. She needed to be gone when her father came back or else he would not let her go.
Standing in the doorway her mother took a moment to look over her daughter with her black hair and dark complexion. Her daughter that only ever reached the height of a dwarf. She was beautiful in a very exotic and unusual way. Amara had prepared a gift for her daughter. „Kor? Do you have a moment?" Kor looked up and smiled at her mother. „Yes, nirikay." Her daughter followed her into the main room. Amara had laid out her leather armour from her days of traveling. It had protected her during fights and would protect her daughter. Kor´s eyes grew wide upon the sight of her mother´s most valuable possesion. „It will protect you, mar shereval." Kor hugged her mother. Tears dwelled in her eyes. „Come on, shereval, lets get this on you." It took both women and a lot of time to get the armour on Kor´s body as it was heavy and a little bit to big for Kor. Her mother was taller than her and the leather needed warmth to bend. When the sun rose over the hills, Kor loaded her packs upon the back of Glautirkrar and mounted his bare back. Four stripes of fine leather were strapped around the horses stomach and shoulders, serving as some sort of saddle-replacement as the demon horse would not wear a saddle. Her mother strapped a quiver onto one of the straps that lay across his shoulder and patted the horses neck. „Carry her and watch out for her. She is everything to us." Glautirkrar snorted and nodded his head. Kor was handed her sword and daggers by her mother. „Be careful, shereval. The world is a cruel place." Kor nodded and smiled at her mother before nudging Glautirkrar´s side carefully. The demon horse picked up a fast pace and they rode down the path towards the East Farthing of the Shire where the Hill laid. Kor had always found the Shire peaceful and beautiful but something had changed. The grass was green as ususal and the sky blue but the air had changed. As if a storm waited to be awoken. This storm cold easily destroy the Shire.
Kor took the Great East Road that lead past Bywater and nugded Glautirkrar into a faster pace.
A/N
The Naur speak a language known as Naikre (made that up).
Words:
Nirikay – mother/mom
Mar shereval – my darling/beloved
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