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Chapter Four: Going on a Adventure

Being up before sunrise wasn't hard for Ella. Especially with a bunch of loud snoring dwarves. Her hands had remained against her ears in an attempt to drown out the dreadful noise through the night, but much to her dismay she could not rest even a few minutes without a Snore echoing through the halls like a thunder clap.

She glared at the Dwarves that were sprawled out in a pile, some limbs across another or elbow's in cheeks or sides. Some shifted around trying to find a better position on the wooden floor, others kicked out in annoyance for the sudden movement.

Snorting in mild amusement, Ella stared out the window of the Hobbit hole, watching as the black sky slowly gave into light and began to flourish into what would be a light blue. Her eyes moved over the hills of the Shire, watching the morning life.

Hobbit's are not early risers, the only life was that of the live stock moving in the pastures or the flock of birds gliding through the air. If only Eyuvale was like this.

Eyuvale was the main city of the Va'tor, smack middle of their country. hidden away in the mountain valleys that separated them from the serpents of the north. It was a grand and elegant city almost eleven like for its open halls and rooms. Made of stone the color of Ivory with lush vines that wrapped around the frame work of their buildings. Although she missed her home she did not miss those walls that surrounded the city like a prison. It had made her feel like she was in a cage despite living in the inner ring of the city.

Maybe one day, when she was ready; she would go home.

Movement was caught by her watchful eyes as the Dwarves began to stir, The woman couldn't help but watch as they slowly got to their feet, rolling their shoulders and arching their backs. Sore from laying on the floor all night.

'better get use to it, because we will be doing a lot of it,' She thought with sick amusement as she watched them whine and complain about their stiff bodies. Excusing herself Ella slid outside to find her stallion.

Artrios rose his powerful neck, chewing on the long grass by Bilbo Baggins home, his thick tail flicking the flies away from his sides. Ella strode out the garden's, swinging over the fence to reach the horse's side. He sides rumbled as he nickered a hello.

"Good morning Artrios," Ella replied as his massive head rubbed against her body to scratch an itch he couldn't reach. She couldn't help but chuckle at his behaviour. All though he was a moody male, Artrios still affectionately coddled her.

Her hands slid into his mane, running through the waves before grabbing the tack she hid by his feet. Moments passed as she tightened the girth and adjusted the support straps, moving swiftly as she attached her pack over the back of the saddle and began to put on the bridal. Artrios always hated the bridal.

Artrios snorted and his ears flicked back. She gave him a sour look as the stallion rose his head up out of her reach. He had done this since she first put a halter on him as a colt. Guess old habits die hard.

"Artrios, I put up with your moody arse all the time, the least you can do for me is bring your head down so I can put on the bloody thing," she hissed under her breath but he just snorted at her, shaking his head as he adjusted his weight with a step back.

Moody arse.

"So you're the one that owns that beast," She glanced over her shoulder to see Fili and his brother Kili staring at her with awed expressions. The marksman rose an eyebrow.

"It's a horse, not a warg," she argued and caught Artrios when he lowered his head, thinking she wasn't paying attention. The stallion whinnied in annoyance at the straps sliding across his face and locking around his ears. snorting as his rider pushed the metal bit in his mouth.

"You should know better Art," Ella snickered at her stallion who seemed to be glaring at her. She rolled her eyes at his childish behaviour when he shifted to give her his massive rear, "oh, stop being an arse."

The horse snorted and gave a flick of his tail that brushed her arm. The brothers couldn't help but be amused as the marksman had a childish argument with her horse who responded in the same manner. How could a marksman of a lost race be so humorous?

"I didn't know that the Va'tor could be funny," Kili commented with a grin, his brother snickered at the comment but both his smile and his brother's noise of amusement was dropped at the blank stare.

"You believe that the Va'tor are cold?" she asked. she asked for both in mind and heart. Wandering what they thought of her. Va'tor were like any other race. They lived, laughed, cried, and died just like any other.

"Well, from the stories uncle told us," Kili stammered worried that he had angered her, he didn't want to be killed by her barely missing aim with a bow or knife, "we just,-we guessed.."

"Jumping to conclusions based on someone's tale is a little harsh don't you think?" She questioned making the brunette flush red as she pulled the reins of her horse and brushed past the two. Fili watched her leave, his eyes following her back until he turned back to his brother.

"I like her," Fili commented with a bright grin. Kili gave him a look of disbelief as the rest of the company filed out with Gandalf.

Ella watched from the back of her stead as the dwarves and wizard walked over to the pasture that held all their ponies, and already Artrios was snorting in anger as his ears went flat against his skull and his pawed the ground with his hoof. Artrios wasn't fond of other horses no matter if they were a pony or not.

Ella sighed. Her horse had all sorts of problems.

"Good morning my dear," Gandalf greeted coming up beside her on his chestnut mare from the Rohan plans. Artrios nickered in warning.

"Morning, how long will they take?" she asked gesturing to the dwarves that were putting packs on their saddles or helping other's onto their ponies. Gandalf rose an eyebrow at her.

"Impatient as always," he mused making the woman scoff as Artrios shifted off to the left to put some distance between him and the mare.

"He was the one who said he wanted to be out by sunrise," she grumbled then jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, "it's sunrise."

Gandalf looked in the direction she pointed and saw that it was indeed sunrise, the black sky now becoming an orange bleeding in pinks and purples as the sun rose over the distant hills. It was comforting, a new dawn a new day he supposed. He could see the growing annoyance and frustration on the marksman's face as she scowled down at the dwarves that had finally gotten on all their ponies. Then she had smirked.

"They're still so short," she mumbled quietly, not quietly enough when Gandalf shot her a warning glare which she rose her hands to. Though it was true, the dwarves were still a few meters shorter despite being on their ponies.

Ella had to bite her lip to suppress the giggle that threatened to escape when Thorin passed her with his head held high on his stead's back. His eyes were level with her thigh. Gandalf watched not finding it slightly humorous as she inwardly giggled at the dwarves.

"refrain from say such comments in front of them, Ellanora," He spoke blandly. But Ella just rolled her eyes, using one hand to guild Artrios to swing round and follow after the dwarves.

"Do you think the hobbit will show?" It was Bombur. Ella only paid half attention to the dwarf's conversation, apparently they were bidding if Bilbo would show up or not. Gandalf took part in it as well.

'men' she rolled her eyes before breaking off from the line and pushing Artrios into a trot, he neighed in approval, grateful to speed up from walking. Time to start playing her roll as a tracker for the company.

Separating from their little herd, Ella and Artrios made way for the thickets. Her lips forming a thin line as she felt each and every pair of eyes digging into her back. Judging little sods they were. Sexist? maybe.

But the idea of being on the road again with people she didn't know travelling from one place to another, it brought a smile to her face. Remembering the countless years as She patrolled the boarder of her country with other Marksmen to aid lost merchants.

Her thoughts travelling to her old friend Khestrig was a Dwarf re-birth Va'tor. only a few week behind herself. He was a kind Dwarf that was Loyal as a wolf. But one wrong move and you would feel his wrath. Her eyes drifted across the forest as she rounded a tree to the blonde heir and Dwalin.

Yeah, Khestrig was defiantly a mix of those two.

But the small smile that was on her lips in the moment of fond memories faded as she remembered the Elf that was apart of their little group. Nyvorlas who re-birthed to the Va'tor was always butting heads with Khestrig, the constant feud between their two races continued into their new life.

Nyvorlas was a previous greenwood elf that died in battle, He had an arrogant and bland personality but fiercely loyal. Notice the same characteristics? Loyalty.

Sometimes she wished she hadn't been so loyal in her previous life before her death, then maybe she wouldn't be cursed to an eternity. Nyvorlas was used to it since elves were naturally immortal, Khestrig and herself on the other hand weren't.

Watching through the last seven centuries as people died, over and over again. Some will be friends she had made; others would be strangers. It didn't matter. A life was a life. All she learnt how to do was to close her eyes.

Rapid footsteps and harsh breathing as if someone was running was coming up from the rear of the company, Nudging Artrios to rejoin the herd of ponies in a trot, her eyes connected with Thorin briefly. The king turning his pony as a familiar hobbit came tumbling through the trees with a pack over his shoulder.

"Wait!" a small voice, weak even. her silver eyes peering over the dwarves to see the stumbling hobbit frantically waving his arm around with the contract flapping around in the wind, "wait!"

The entire Company came to a halt as they allowed the Hobbit catch up, jogging down the line to the front where Thorin, Gandalf and soon herself where as Artrios joined the group once more.

"I signed it!" He declared with a bright smile. Artrios waved his head above as he came to a halt before the hobbit beside Gandalf, snorting into the Hobbit's curls. Ella couldn't help but snicker leaning on the hook of her saddle.

"Good Morning Master Baggins," she greeted and he smiled up at her. At least someone was a morning person.

"Good Morning Ellanora," he answered with an deep breath, but he was upbeat. Her eyes slid over to the exiled king who merely looked away sourly, Seems someone didn't appreciate the same brightness as the Hobbit, Such a Sour Dwarf.

Bilbo moved over to Balin and handed the snowy bearded Dwarf the contract, that eyed him with a mischief glint in his dark eyes. Silence passed for a few moments; nothing but the two horses and ponies snorting and shifting around was heard.

"Everything appears to be in order," Balin mused out loud, folding the paper tight so he could place it in his bag, then turned back down to the hobbit with a smile, "Welcome, Master Baggins to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

"Give him a pony," Thorin had grumbled over the chuckling of his company as he turned his pony straight. Ella watched him over her shoulder with a passive expression before her eyes lowered and Artrios pun himself back round.

What a great adventure it would be.

Bilbo's words of protests and being content on walking fell on deaf ears as the company continued on, Ella hid a smile listening until a loud yelp escaped the small creature as he was lifted up onto the only pony that didn't bare a rider. He sat stiff on the pony's back, his tiny hands gripping the reins in a death grip to his chest. The dwarves that passed gave no sympathy for the hobbit or showing how to properly sit on the mare without causing her distress. She whinnied throwing her head about.

"Master Baggins, I would suggest relaxing," Ella called from her place a few feet away from the line, his eyes darted to her in alerting confusion, "you're projecting your fear onto your pony. Lower your arms to your lap, shorten the reins and relax."

"Oh," he gapped, and slowly shuffled back as much as he could into the sacks behind him, relaxing his body slightly and lowering his arms, he glanced at her as his cheeks reddened. Ella tilted to the side. Was he embarrassed for not knowing how to ride a pony? She didn't recall seeing any in the shire, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Maybe this adventure wont be so bad after all.

To be continued...

Chapter Five: Story Telling

Hey guys,

This one is a little rushed, don't know if you can tell but I can. Anyway I hope you liked it, and I will update soon. hopefully...maybe...I don't know...

anyway took advice and answered a few questions in this chapter.

Ellanora looks around twenty four in human terms ( her race was human before becoming the Va'tor) then add on Seven centuries. old but not too old. Her other Va'tor companions Khestrig was around Thorin's age when he died then add the same seven centuries But Nyvolas has a thousand or so years on both of them, because hey, he's an elf.

So keeping a few characters of the va'tor race to a minimal and answering how old She was and a little bit of her back story. :)

So, if anyone has any other questions, let me know in the reviews.

Good morning, good night, good afternoon to where ever you guys in the world and I will see ya all later

-Victoria4505