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however;

AND CLAIMER: I Do own Vannora(who is also known as Evelyn ) so please do not use her without my permision thank you

The Burden of Reality

"Lass?"

I turn to look at them again, they are both taking careful steps toward me. A deep breath through my nose only leaves me confused about what they are, they smell of warm fires, mountain breezes, and very subtly of magic. But defiantly not human, their heartbeats were steady and their scent held no trace of aggression. Whatever they are they didn't intend to hurt me, yet. I narrow my eyes at them suspiciously regardless.

"you can see me?"

Of course, as usual, my voice fails to sound commanding, and it comes out quiet and whispery. The two warriors exchange an odd look. Then the shorter and also older of the two, who wore a red tunic that was mostly hidden behind a ridiculously long stark white beard, knelt down in front of me careful to avoid touching the giant wolf that was still in my lap.

"What happened lass?"

He had kind eyes and a thick Scottish accent. His larger tattooed companion surveyed the area for threats, of course he didn't count on me being one of them. I don't look that dangerous by anyone's reckoning, absolutely nothing about my five foot seven, curvaceous frame shouted danger. Not my bright blue eyes or my long brown hair not even the defined muscles that rippled under my pale skin, but that is the illusion, and it was a good one. It had even fooled me for the longest time, then my mother was murdered, and her perfect illusion with her.

Everyone is guilty of it, believing only what they want to believe and being blind to what they don't want to. But that is my burden to bear, reality, not the reality that everyone else believes. No, I am cursed with the truth.

I shake my head to focus, he is asking me something. "What?" I hear myself say, but it sounds so far away. Black spots blast across my vision, I try to blink them away, but I fail. The last thing I was aware of before the darkness completely consumed me is someone shouting and the faint scent of burning pine trees.

"How is she?"

"Oin, has stopped the bleeding, and she is sleeping now"

"Good, then what is the matter Balin?"

"This" the older dwarf said, as he gestured to the dead wargs and orcs, it was nearly sunset now and the red glow of the suns last rays cast an eerie color on destruction that was before them. Thorin looked to his friend to continue, "she, should not have been able to do this, Dwalin and I have checked the tracks. There was no one else in that clearing with her. And this," he pointed at one warg in particular, its neck was twisted at a sickening angle, "it would take a troll to snap a wargs neck in half. None of this makes sense, Thorin."

The Dwarven king surveyed the carnage with no remorse for the dead. He spoke slowly and carefully "There are many creatures in Middle Earth that are unknown to us, and perhaps this girl is not what she seems. But until she wakes and proves herself to be a threat we will treat her as our guest."

thank you so much for reading and being patient with me