Hey all! Quick update for ya this time! Just a little note for those that I might have confused in the last chapter. Violet and Aragorn are second cousins. Her mother and Arathorn are first cousins and her grandfather and Arador are brothers. I think I've made her family tree as bad as any Hobbits! So, sorry for the confusion!
Just a little side note on Violet and her siblings births, deaths and age of death;
Etan (pronounced A-tan): 2884 - 2917 (33)
Valerio (pronounced Va-lair-rio): 2890 - 2917 (27)
Quillon (pronounced Kill-on): 2890-2917 (27)
Karamati (Kaa-raa-mat-ee): 2902 - 2917 (15)
Violet (Vi-o-let): 2911 (Is now 30)
Peony (P-o-knee): 2916-2917 (Nine months - was born mid winter)
Review responses;
Outofthisworldgal - Already explained this in message lol! But, yes, Violet's life is a sad story, one that I think deserves a happy ending!
Dinosaur Imperial Soldier - One thing you need to learn about our dear Violet, she loves adventures. So, any chance to see more of the world, she'll take it!
thewolf74 - here's the next chapter for ya!
sugarbee25 (for chapter 1) - Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying!
sugarbee25 (for chapter 2) - Yes, he has lost his marbles! But, I love Radagast! So had to have more interaction with him!
sugarbee25 - Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I hope I didn't confuse you too much of her family tree! Here's the next chapter for you!
Relaxation in Rivendell
I wake up to the sun beaming in my face and to the sound of the dwarves waking up around me. Last night, I decided to stay with the dwarves instead of sleeping in my room. I slept in my wolf form, feeling more comfortable as the only woman among a group of thirteen male dwarves and a male hobbit.
I wake with a yawn and stretch out my body. Feeling something swat my tail, I look back to see Kili glaring playfully at me as he sits up on his elbows.
"Do you mind not wagging your tail in my face when I'm trying to sleep?"
I just give a wolfy grin as I swat his face with my tail, causing him to yelp and fall on his back in surprise. The dwarves who saw laugh aloud, even Thorin has a slight grin.
"I suppose I should have seen that coming." he grumbles as he gets up.
I grin again as I leave them and go to my room so I can bathe and change.
Once I am clean, changed and had my bandages redressed by Elrond, I make my way to the balcony where the dwarves are sitting and eating breakfast, which of course they complain at the lack of meat. I sit in between Kili and Bofur as I eat some porridge.
"So, Violet, do you know how to use weapons?" Fili asks me.
I shake my head. "No. I've not had the need to learn. I have teeth and claws, why would I need a blade?"
"That's one advantage there, lass." Bofur says with a grin. "Nothing to weigh you down in a fight."
"Apart from thick fur, no."
They chuckle.
"Well, the Elf Lord has given us use of their training grounds, if you would like to come watch us." Nori offers.
I smile at the red haired dwarf. "I would like that, it will be interesting to witness the fighting style of dwarves."
"Well, we'll give ya a show you won't forget. Right lads?" Bofur asks with a grin.
The dwarves give a round of 'ayes' which causes me to chuckle.
After breakfast, I lead the dwarves to the training area and sit on a bench with Balin and Bilbo, Ori sitting nearby with his book as we watch the others begin.
I have to say, I am impressed with what I see. I have seen the fighting styles of men and elves and the grace and power both races hold. But the dwarves, while surprisingly, still having some of that grace, they hold tremendous power in their swings and hits. I'm suddenly glad I don't use weapons so that I don't have to train wiht them.
As I am talking with Balin, I suddenly hear a high voice call out my name. We look up and I smile as I see a young boy of ten with black shaggy hair wearing a green tunic and brown pants running towards me.
"Estel! There you are my boy!"
I stand as he reaches me as I pick him up, holding him in my arms as he wraps his own around my neck.
"I missed you Vi! You've been gone ages!"
I smile as I sit down with him in my lap. "I'm sorry Estel, I didn't mean to be away for so long. But, look at how much you have grown!"
He smiles. "Mama says I grow more and more everyday!"
I chuckle. "I'm sure she is right, tithen pen."
"And who might this young one be?" Balin asks from next to me with a smile.
Estel looks to him with wide eyes. "You're a dwarf!"
Balin chuckles. "That I am. My name is Balin."
Estel just continues to stare at the old dwarf. I chuckle.
"Come now Estel, it's rude to stare."
He looks to me, a sheepish look on his face. "I'm sorry, muinthel."
I smile as I kiss his head before turning to Balin. "This is my little cousin, Estel. But, he's more like my annoying little brother."
"Hey!" Estel cries out in indignation.
Balin and Bilbo laugh as they hear. Estel turns to the hobbit, climbs down from my lap and runs over to look at his feet.
"Why are your feet big and hairy?" he asks curiously.
"Estel! Don't be so rude!"
Bilbo just smiles as he waves off my comment. "It's alright Violet." he then turns to the boy. "I'm a Hobbit, I was born with big, hairy feet, just like my kin."
Estel looks up to him. "A Hobbit? You mean from the Shire?" Bilbo nods. "What are you doing way out here?"
Biblo stumbles, not knowing how to answer.
"I brought him here, muindor. He and the dwarves." I say to him. "They're are travelling across the mountain and I am leading them over. We came here to rest."
Estel turns to me. "You're leaving again?"
I nod to him sadly. "In a week I will be."
He comes over to me and puts his hands on my knees. "But. . .you only just got here."
I smile as I run a hand through his hair. "Then we had better make the most of my time here, hadn't we?"
He nods as he climbs back on my lap and wraps his arms around my waist. I wrap my own around him and hold him close.
"Who do we have here?" I hear Thorin's voice.
Looking up, I see him and the other dwarves have join us so they can meet the little boy.
"This is Estel, my adopted little brother. Estel, these are my friends."
I introduce him to the dwarves and as soon as I introduce Thorin to him, he stares at the dwarf in awe.
"Thorin Oakenshield. . .the King of the Lonely Mountain?"
Thorin raises his eyebrow at the lad. "You know of the mountain?"
Estel nods. "Uh-huh. Erestor told me about it in my studies of the history of Middle Earth."
"Ah. Well, no, I am not King of the Lonely Mountain. But, my grandfather was many years ago."
"Wow. . .Can you teach me how to fight?" he asks as he eyes the dwarves swords.
Thorin looks to me then to the lad. "I do not think that is such a good idea."
"Aww."
I chuckle. "Come on, Estel. Let's go find your mama and leave the dwarves to their training."
"Okay." He turns to Thorin. "Can I watch you train tomorrow?"
Thorin smiles at him. "If it is alright with your mother, then you can."
"Yay!" he cheers before he jumps down and runs off.
I also smile as I stand. "Thank you, Thorin. I apologise if we disrupted your training."
He shakes his head. "Not at all."
"Come on, Vi!" Estel shouts from across the garden.
"I'm coming, Estel!" I call out as I turn and run after him, taking his hand as we go back inside.
The two of us make our way to the library, the place I know Gilrean likes to spend a lot of her time. Walking in, we indeed find her sitting on one of the sofas as she reads.
"Mama! Mama, look who's here!" Estel cries as he runs over to her.
Gilrean looks up and smiles as she sees me walking over.
"Violet! I heard you had returned and have been eagerly awaiting your visit!"
I smile as we embrace each other. Ever since I met Gilrean after mama died and she married Arathorn, Gilrean has always been like a second mother to me, helping me in ways only a mother could, which is something I think my father was always thankful for.
"I am sorry I didn't come sooner, naneth."
Gilrean shakes her head as we pull away. "Don't be sorry. Elrond told me you were injured when you came. How are you feeling now?"
"My arm and leg are sore, but apart from that I'm fine."
She smiles. "That is good. Elrond also tells me that you are travelling with the dwarves that arrived a few days ago?"
I nod. "Yes. Quite by accident, I assure you. But, it was a good accident."
"Does your father know?"
She takes my silence as the answer no and laughs.
"Oh Violet. I do not want to be there when he finds out."
"He'll be fine with it. . .I hope."
She snorts in laughter. "You hope. Well, I wish you luck with that homecoming."
I smile as I sit with her and Estel and the three of us spend the rest of the day together.
Over the night week, I spend my time divided up between the Company, Estel and Gilrean. Estel usually accompanies me when spending time with the Company as he has become enamoured by the dwarves.
The dwarves had also took a liking to little Estel, even big, tough Dwalin took a shine to the boy and you can often see him either showing Estel how to use an axe or telling him stories.
Bifur had even carved out some wooden dwarves for the lad after he showed no fear of the wild dwarf with the axe in his head. In secret, as we watch Bifur and Estel interact, Bofur and Bombur had told me how after he got the axe after the Battle of Azanulbizar, children had kept away from him, now fearing him because of the axe, and being a toy maker, it really put a damper on his life and ambition to continue making toys. But, after the first time Estel showed no fear when speaking to him, that same night, Bifur had started carving toys for the lad. I smile everytime I watch Estel and Bifur playing with the toys together, feeling so much pride as I watch him.
Fili and Kili have taken the biggest shine to Estel, always trying to spend as much time with him as they can, either showing him how to use a small blade or a bow or just playing with him. One time ended with a big game of chase between myself, Estel, Fili, Kili, Ori, Bofur, Nori and even Bifur joined in.
I spend the nights with Gilrean in the Hall of Fire, just talking and catching up on old times, which I enjoy as I do not have any other females to interact with.
It has now been over a week since we first arrived in Rivendell, my wounds have now fully healed thanks to Elrond.
I am sitting with the dwarves on the balcony this night, Estel sitting in my lap as we all talk and laugh. Estel and I are sitting in between Bofur and Bifur in front of the fire as Bofur is cooking a sausage over it and Bofur is trying to do the same to some lettuce, I do not have the heart to tell him you can't cook lettuce .
I look up as I hear a creak from Bombur's direction to see him sitting on a small bench with his plate piled up high with food.
"Bombur." I hear Bofur call out.
He throws the sausage he is cooking to Bombur, who catches it, and immediately, the bench he is sitting on breaks underneath him. The dwarves and Estel break out in laughter while I chuckle.
I stand and help Bombur get back up. "That was awful of you, Bofur."
Bofur just grins. "Hey, what can I say, he's my brother. I have to tease him every now and then."
I smile as I sit back with Estel. "My brothers used to be like that. Teasing me and pranking pretty much everyone."
"You had brothers?" Ori asks.
I smile and nod. "Mhm. I had four brothers and a little sister."
Bofur whistled. "Big family. Not as big as Bombur with twelve bairns."
I look to Bombur with wide eyes. "Wow Bombur, they must be a handful."
Bombur smiles. "Aye, they can be."
"Mama could barely cope with six of us, I would have hated to have seen her with twelve!"
They chuckle at that.
"What were your brothers like, Violet?" Kili asks.
I give a small smile as I remember my brothers. "My oldest brother, Etan, was the protector of us all. He was always there for us, whenever we had a problem we could go to him with anything. Then there were the twins Valerio and Quillon, they were the pranksters out of all of us." I smile at Fili and Kili, "You two remind me a lot of them with how you both act around us. Always smiling, always laughing and up for a good prank or joke. I'd reckon you four would have got along with each other really well." They both grin at this. "Then there was the youngest brother, Karamati, he was my parents miracle child. After the twins, mama and papa tried for another child for years after until he was born twelve years after. Kara and I were close, being as he was closer to me in age than the others. We were always seen together running around hand in hand."
The others grow quiet for a moment. "You mentioned a sister?" Bilbo pipes up as he and Thorin join us.
I nod. "Yes. Peony. She was a happy little baby. Always smiling."
"What happened to them?" Bofur asks.
I stay quiet for a while before I clear my throat and stand with Estel in my arms. "Come on you, it's time you were in bed."
"Awww! Can't I stay with you for longer?" Estel protests.
"No, now say goodnight."
He and the dwarves say goodnight to each other before we make for the door.
"Violet, I'd say your goodbyes now. We're leaving first thing in the moring." Thorin reminds me.
I nod as Estel looks between me and him. "You're leaving tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid so, tithen pen. I'll be back though, you'll see."
He looks uncertain.
"We'll watch over her lad, don't worry." Balin reassures him.
The other dwarves agree and Estel gives a little smile before we leave the room. Taking him to his bedroom, he gets changed for bed and I tuck him in.
"You promise you'll be back, Vi?"
I give him a warm smile. "I promise. I'm not about to leave you, muindor. I love you too much to leave."
He smiles as he sits up and holds me. I hold him close to me, running a hand through his hair.
"I'll miss you, Vi."
"I'll miss you too. You be good while I'm gone, okay?"
He nods into my chest. I lay down with him, humming away until he eventually falls asleep. Kissing his head, I get up and leave, pausing at the door to watch him sleep peacefully. I hope I can keep his promise about returning. I know what I will be facing towards the end and can only hope I survive long enough to at least see him once more.
Well, there we have it. Chapter 6 is up, and I'm loving this chapter. The action should be picking back up in the next few chapters now that Violet is a part of the Compnay! Please read on and keep leaving me your nice reviews!
Translations;
Tithen pen - Little one
Muinthel - Sister
Muindor - Brother
Naneth - Mother
