Disclaimer: I do not own Tolkien or his works and never will. Is that good enough? By the way, I'm using this disclaimer for the whole of my fic, so I won't say it again.
Author's note: Thank you, all three of my reviewers! Me, Honesty, and Dis, I love you all (not like that!). Thanks for the help with the dwarf-names, Honesty. I went to a site and finally settled of one: Hlin. In Old Norse, it means "she that defends". Does it follow Tolkien's dwarvish name pattern? Thanks, Me, for the info on when dwarves marry (I didn't know that). If you find the part about the beard disturbing, sorry. I'm just trying ot keep it in canon. Anyways, please read and review. It helps me as an author. By the way, is this way out of canon?
Hlin walked faster. The axe she carried over her shoulder was heavy. The name she had to non-dwarves meant "she that defends", but at that moment, she felt like "she that slowly follows". She was in a company of dwarves that was traveling to the Glittering Caves in Rohan. She had never seen anything past the Long Lake in her life. She did not know what tidings the journey would bring for her, but she marched onwards.
From what she had heard of the Glittering Caves, they were fascinating. She imagined it in her mind: Walls of white, bedecked with jewels, glitter, and radiance, perhaps the one of the most beautiful caves in Middle-Earth. The thought made her desire to see it, so she adjusted her axe and walked more quickly. Her life... some parts of it she wished to remember.
She was 107 years old, and remembered that she had lived in the Iron Hills. After the Battle of Five Armies, her family had moved to Erebor. There, for a time, they had lived happily. But then, the Battle of Dale struck, and she had hid within Erebor until the siege was over. After the Battle, she had felt a desire to go away from the Dwarvish Realms of the North and see or live in some other part of Middle-Earth. It wasn't because of the Battle, but because she wanted to see the world. When she heard that Gimli Elf-friend was to colonize a system of caves well to the south, she knew that it was her opportunity to fulfill her wish.
Right now, she was dressed as a male. She was wearing a pale brown hood and a silver belt. Her beard was getting kind of itchy, she didn't normally have it more than three inches long. It was now about two feet long. They had been walking for almost two months and she was wondering where they were. She turned to the nearest dwarf and asked,"Where are we, exactly?"
"We are within a day's journey of the River Anduin," a voice said. " within two, we will be within the land our destination lies in: Rohan. Then, I expect that it will be another month, at the maximum, traveling."
She looked at the person. It was none other than Gimli Elf-Friend. She knew that she should have suspected it, for he was the dwarf who knew the area the best. "Thank you," she said.
Author's note: Thank you, all three of my reviewers! Me, Honesty, and Dis, I love you all (not like that!). Thanks for the help with the dwarf-names, Honesty. I went to a site and finally settled of one: Hlin. In Old Norse, it means "she that defends". Does it follow Tolkien's dwarvish name pattern? Thanks, Me, for the info on when dwarves marry (I didn't know that). If you find the part about the beard disturbing, sorry. I'm just trying ot keep it in canon. Anyways, please read and review. It helps me as an author. By the way, is this way out of canon?
Hlin walked faster. The axe she carried over her shoulder was heavy. The name she had to non-dwarves meant "she that defends", but at that moment, she felt like "she that slowly follows". She was in a company of dwarves that was traveling to the Glittering Caves in Rohan. She had never seen anything past the Long Lake in her life. She did not know what tidings the journey would bring for her, but she marched onwards.
From what she had heard of the Glittering Caves, they were fascinating. She imagined it in her mind: Walls of white, bedecked with jewels, glitter, and radiance, perhaps the one of the most beautiful caves in Middle-Earth. The thought made her desire to see it, so she adjusted her axe and walked more quickly. Her life... some parts of it she wished to remember.
She was 107 years old, and remembered that she had lived in the Iron Hills. After the Battle of Five Armies, her family had moved to Erebor. There, for a time, they had lived happily. But then, the Battle of Dale struck, and she had hid within Erebor until the siege was over. After the Battle, she had felt a desire to go away from the Dwarvish Realms of the North and see or live in some other part of Middle-Earth. It wasn't because of the Battle, but because she wanted to see the world. When she heard that Gimli Elf-friend was to colonize a system of caves well to the south, she knew that it was her opportunity to fulfill her wish.
Right now, she was dressed as a male. She was wearing a pale brown hood and a silver belt. Her beard was getting kind of itchy, she didn't normally have it more than three inches long. It was now about two feet long. They had been walking for almost two months and she was wondering where they were. She turned to the nearest dwarf and asked,"Where are we, exactly?"
"We are within a day's journey of the River Anduin," a voice said. " within two, we will be within the land our destination lies in: Rohan. Then, I expect that it will be another month, at the maximum, traveling."
She looked at the person. It was none other than Gimli Elf-Friend. She knew that she should have suspected it, for he was the dwarf who knew the area the best. "Thank you," she said.
