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-Victoria4505
Chapter two: The Company Of Oakenshield
The hobbit stared at the woman from the Va'tor from the north. Such a long trip that would have taken months if not a year or so to venture even by horseback. She sat before him and he could not help but stare in awe at such deadly beauty before a knock on the door broke him out of her spell. Her pale white eyes stared at the door with wonder and confusion.
"Are you expecting anyone master Baggins?" she questioned him as he stared at the door in confusion.
"N-no, I'm not," he spoke loud at first before quieting down and headed for the front door to see who it was, Ellanora sat at the table expectantly with the cloth and hood now back in place. Moments passed before a bulky dwarf with tattoos on his head and long hair hit his shoulders along with a massive beard. Plus the battle axe she spotted on his back. His dark eyes found her as soon as he walked through the round archway.
"Who are you?" he growled making Ellanora cross her arms and arch a thin eyebrow at him. Her eyes glowed from beneath the hood giving him an uneasy feeling. No human could have such eyes; only animals of the night had such eyes.
"How rude master dwarf, maybe you should ask nicely," she drawled out slowly. He didn't speak before he sat down at the table and took Bilbo's plate of food without asking making her eyes narrow. Bilbo walked back in and sat in the corner. Silence washed over the three races as they listened to the dwarf's horrible table manners.
"y-you know the thing is, I wasn't expecting visitors," Bilbo spoke to the dwarf before the bell chimed making the hobbit turn. The ragged dwarf looked up from his plate.
"That would be the door," he grumbled through a mouth full of food. Her lips pulled back into a sneer of disgust as she watched him eat while the poor hobbit once again answered the door. The plate practically licked clean and the dwarf ventured off to find more food. She silently followed as he found a cookie jar above the fire place.
"OH!" the snow headed dwarf cried out in joy at the side of the bald headed one, "evening brother!"
"By my beard, your shorter and wider than last we met," the taller one spoke making the older dwarf roll his eyes.
"Shorter, not wider. Sharp enough for both of us," he teased with a wink that caused them both to chortle before clashing heads. Typical dwarves. She rolled her eyes as she moved further back into the house and sat down by the stairs listening to Bilbo rant to the two Dwarves that were raiding his pantry. Playing with one of her throwing knifes she didn't notice that the snow haired dwarf had spotted her on his way back to the table, "and who might you be lassie?"
"Ellanora of Va'tor," she spoke calmly stopping her blade in mid spin to stare at him. He gave a kind smile and bowed.
"Balin at your service," he spoke warmly, "I didn't know the Va'tor still existed."
"Aye, just well hidden," she assured with a mischievous smile. He let out a bark of a laugh before turning to the other dwarf.
"Dwalin come meet a Va'tor," he commanded as the battle axed dwarf approached, his thick arms crossed over his chest, she nodded to him. His eyes looking her up and down.
"Close or far?" he questioned. And she snickered.
"Far," she spoke with confidence. Only a warrior would understand such talk, was she a close range attacker or fought at a distance. He nodded in respect before venturing off again with Balin. Her head turned as the door was once again opened.
"Fili." The blonde dwarf in a wool trimmed coat spoke first.
"And Kili," The brunet spoke soon after, her eyes watching the two bow in synch before raising themselves up with bright smiles.
"At yours service!" they chorused. She could see the poor hobbit's cheeks become red with annoyance.
"You must be mister Boggins," the brunet dwarf, Kili, chirped at the hobbit who held the door.
"Nope, you can't come in. you've come to the wrong house," the hobbit snapped trying to shut the door only to have the brunet with the scrub of a beard stop the door and push it and the Hobbit back.
"What?! Has it been cancelled?" he questioned, his eyebrows furrowed with worry. His brother coming up behind him to stare at the poor fuming hobbit with suspicion.
"Nobody told us," the blonde spoke eyeing him. Bilbo stared at him with disbelief on his angry expression as he shook his head.
"What? No, nothings been cancelled—," the hobbit started, annoyance clear in his voice. Smiles broke out on their faces.
"Well that's a relief," Kili spoke with glad as he pushed past, looking around the home as his brother strutted past smugly. The Va'toren's eyes followed them through the house until the young one stepped into the room where she was sitting. He froze staring at her with alarm. He could not see face beneath the hood or the mask that covered half her face but he could see the silver eyes that practically glowed beneath the hood, "Who are you?"
"How rude, didn't your mother raise you better?" she sneered in a gentle tone. He flustered at how soft her voice was, like velvet but he was angry for her comment; he glared.
"I won't repeat myself," he snarled, she scoffed at his attempt to intimidate her. To dominate. His brown eyes stared at her form hidden by the shadows of the stairs, but the anger faded as her shoulders began to shake and a chuckle escaped her lips.
"Tell me dwarf, what would you do if I did or didn't tell you my name?" she asked as she hauled herself to her feet, his eyes widened as she towered over him, his shoulder only reaching her ribs. She was tall. And intimidating. His eyes stared at hers never breaking until he broke it seconds later did his eyes shift down as he bowed his head.
A simple act of submission.
A show of respect.
"I'm Kili son of Dis," he whispered, her head tilted to the side as her eyes danced with curiosity, his eyes darted up quickly, "what is your name?"
"Ellanora, marksmen of the Va'tor," she answered gently. His blood froze and his face became pale as he stared at the woman in shock, he just threatened a Va'toren. A marksman. Her eyes danced with amusement as she chuckled softly, "it is nice to meet you Kili, son of Dis."
Ellanora slid by the dwarf without another word. He stood stiff; his heart had climbed up into his throat in his realization of who he was talking to. He began to breathe again as Fili walked from the way he had and stood beside him with a worried look.
"Kili? Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," Fili spoke with a small laugh as the color returned to his brother's cheeks. His brown eyes darted to him as he opened his mouth to speak.
"There's a Va'tor here," he spoke in a rasp. Fili stared at him before scoffing and steered him in the direction of the dining room.
"Kili there are no such thing as the Va'tor. There just stories that uncle told us to make us do as we were told," Fili argued pushing his brother further through the hobbit home. Kili shook his head and struggled to turn around.
"Fili I am not lying! There is a marksman of the Va'tor in this house," he spoke with urgency for his brother to believe him. But his brother merely stared at him with a sigh.
"Kili—," Fili began until he looked over his brothers shoulder as saw a shadow move through the halls, his eyes widened as he saw the glowing silver eyes. Kili frowned before turning around as saw who as at the other end of the hall. The marksman stood in all her glory staring them down.
"The other dwarves have arrived with Gandalf, it would be best for you two to join them," she spoke with no emotion before moving on down the hall. The two siblings let out a breath the didn't know they were holding after her depart.
"I told you," Kili remarked.
"Yes. I will listen to you next time when a legend from one of uncle's stories becomes real," he waved off as they flocked into the dining room. Ella made sure to weave through the halls after them. Observe from a distance. Her eyes caught that of Gandalf through the ruckus of the dwarves raiding the poor frustrated and panic stricken hobbit who scolded the dwarves like children.
"Ella, So glad you made it," Gandalf greeted her in front of the dwarves that walked back and forth from the pantry to the dining room, those of the short appearances gave him funny looks except for a few.
"Well it wasn't as though I had a choice," the edge of her lip curved up in a small teasing smile as the wizard winked at her in mischief. the woman shook her head as they watched the dwarves sit around the table covered in fine food of the Shire.
Her nose scrunched up in disgust at the lack of table manners as the Dwarves chew with open mouths, ate like they were raised in the slumps, throwing half eaten food and drinking twice their weight in ale. Scowling at the Chuckling wizard who found amusement in her displeasure, Ella knew that she was not going to have a pleasant time with these folk.
"You could have warned me about this," she had grumbled under her breath, her eyes following the exhausted looking hobbit who came marching around the corner cursing under his breath.
"My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?" Gandalf asked causing Ellanora to roll her eyes. Like he didn't already know. Who else would like having twelve random Dwarves in his house? Taking his food and destroying his belongings?
"What's the matter? I'm surrounded by dwarves!" The hobbit hissed angrily as they moved into the kitchen. The tracker merely watching from the corner of her eye, "what are they doing here?"
"They're quiet the merry gathering. once you get use to them," Gandalf assured with an easy smile but it only made the hobbit bright red with fury as he grabbed the wizard by the arm and dragged him out.
"I don't want to get use to them! Look at the state of my kitchen!" Bilbo cried gesturing to the room of which they stood in. Ella agreed; he had a point the place looked like it had been raided, "There's mud staining in the carpet! they've pillaged the pantry and I'm not going to even tell you what they've done to the plumbing."
Ella watched growing concern as Bilbo marched out of the kitchen into the hall that she was in, pointing at all the damage the dwarves have done as Gandalf stood beside her. Her heart bled for him.
It didn't seem fair to thrust a company of dwarves and a role of a burglar placed on his little head then to have the dwarves storm into his home and destroy everything in sight. It's not to say she didn't hate the dwarves for their pigheaded antics; it was just how they were as a race.
"I just don't understand what they're doing in my house!" Bilbo cried in utter frustration. Her eyes darted to the left where a dwarf had slowly and cautiously approached the angrily flustered hobbit.
"Excuse me," he spoke gently, in a friendly reach that had the hobbit turn his head to stare at him in bewilderment. Ella's lips curved a little more. well, there was always the fair few that were different, "I'm sorry to interrupt. but what should I do with my plate?"
"here you go, Ori give it to me," It was the blonde dwarf called Fili who snatched the plate before Bilbo could open his mouth to reply and threw it past Gandalf and the tracker. Her eyes widened as Bilbo gave an alarmed cry, her pearl nocturnal eyes darted over her shoulder to see his brother, Kili, catching them.
Only to throw them.
"That's my Mother's dinner set, its over a hundred years old!" the Hobbit squeaked in dismay, Ella's ears picked up the stomping of boots and clattering of metal clashing together, Bilbo scowled darkly at them, "Could you not do that?! you'll blunt them?!"
"Ooh, Did you hear that lads?" the dwarf she had heard been called Bofur snickered in amusement as they continued with their little tune despite the hobbit's objection, "he says we'll blunt the knives."
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates
Cut the cloth and trail the fat!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Splash the wine on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when you've finished, if they are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates
Although the tune was catchy and they did clean up after themselves, Ella only stood stiffly watching the dwarves with narrowed eyes as they laughed at another. She glared at Gandalf who was amused by their brutish behaviour, it seemed that no matter what race; males will always be full of themselves.
"men," she spat with a roll of her eyes, pushing off the archway to trek into the back corner of the house however a sharp knock that silenced everyone rang through the house of Bilbo Baggins, Ella stopped in mid step and Gandalf spoke in the tense silence.
"He's here," was all the wizard said and the tracker let out a sigh. This would be interesting.
Hey! So hope you liked it, Please review and comment below!
would like to see what you guys think, if anything need adjusting or taken out, or if you just want to add a character! I don't mind
again a Big thank you to anime-aquarion-fan, Alexma, Diann and RachelRose 523for adding this story to their favourites or following me.
it made my shitty week better :)
Hopefully I'll have another chapter up by next weekend, fingers crossed. xx
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-Victoria4505
