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Chapter 8

I woke up in a white room. I was lying in a large bed, surrounded by plush feather pillows and soft blankets. The pale morning sun was streaming in from the high window, and the sound of cheerful birds filled my ears. For one blissful moment, I felt at peace. Then that moment ended.

I remembered the fight. The hundreds of Goblins and Wolves that had been slaughtered. The sound of ear-piercing screams as Goblins fell to the ground, never to get up again. The smell of rancid Goblin breath on my face, as rotten as the pigs my Papa used to own. The feel of my sword slipping out of my hands thanks to the sweat that ran down my body. The taste of the black air that choked my lungs, and left me no room to breathe. And the way my powers literally jumped out of my body, eager to be released – burning Azog, protecting the Dwarves, splitting the earth in two, dragging the Goblins down into the darkness, blowing away the dead bodies and clearing the ground of flames…

I jumped up. I had been about to fall back into a nightmare-riddled dream, something I could not afford to do. I had to find the dwarves, convince them nothing had happened. But what if they were already gone? Eager to get away from the freak who has harnessed the elements? First thing first, I thought, where am I…?

After wandering the halls for about ten minutes, I finally heard voices. Heading towards the noise, I found myself in a long room, facing Gandalf and an Elf. The Elf had long, dark brown hair, and I could tell from the atmosphere that he was very important.

As I entered, they both cut off their conversation and turned to look at me.

"Rhoewia," Gandalf said, a small smile lighting up his old face, "you are awake!"

"Yes," I replied, and cast a sideways glance at the elf. He stared back at me and I cleared my throat. "Um… Gandalf?" I asked, "Where are we? What happened? And how long have I been out?"

Gandalf chuckled, and so did the Elf. "You have a lot of questions, Rhoewia of the Pack," I opened my mouth to ask how he knew my name, but Gandalf raised a hand.

"Rhoewia," he said, "This is Elrond, Master of Rivendell," Elrond nodded in my direction but I just stared at Gandalf, confused. "As for your other questions, I have just told you we are in Rivendell, and you have been unconscious for three days. Today is the twenty-fifth," I nodded at him to go on. "And I do not know what happened. I was quite hoping you could tell me that."

I faltered, unsure of what to tell him. I could be honest, tell him about my powers, but then he might think I'm crazy. Or I could lie; tell him I had no idea what had happened.

"There is no point in lying," Elrond looked at me sternly, "we already know that the elements that were present were not the doing of any power of middle earth,"

"Of course they were!" I cried, "I did it!" I clamped my hand over my mouth. What was I thinking? They would lock me up for sure. Me and my big, stupid mouth!

"What exactly do you mean?" Gandalf said, raising a grey, bushy eyebrow.

So I told them. I told them about the time when I was little, when Papa had told me never to do it, and the hundreds of times I disobeyed him. I told him what had happened at the fight: my anger had taken over, and I had destroyed every last Goblin that was there.

After I had finished my story, Gandalf and Elrond had a hushed conversation. I could only catch little bits of it.

"But it cannot be!" Gandalf whispered to Elrond, "I myself have travelled to some strange places, but never before have I encountered something like this!"

"But there is no other explanation," Elrond replied. They stopped whispering as I edged closer, and turned to face me.

"What exactly do you know about your mother?" Gandalf asked in his deep voice.

I was shocked. My mother? What did she have to do with this? "Ummm…" I said, hesitating. I didn't really know anything about her. "Nothing, except she was the woman my – ahem – father had an affair with."

"You know absolutely nothing else?" Elrond asked, "Nothing about her home…?"

"I told you," I said, "I know nothing about her. If I did, I would tell you. Now what is going on?!" I was starting to get seriously annoyed.

"We do not know entirely, but we have our suspicions…" Gandalf told me.

"What suspicions?" I cried, glaring at them. I didn't care if he was powerful; he was getting on my nerves.

Gandalf shared a quick look with Elrond, and he nodded.

"You might want to sit down," Elrond warned me, "This might come as a surprise to you,"

He led me to a chair, facing a large window. I could see for miles around, and what I saw was beautiful. There were dozens of tall, elegant elves, gliding round, their robes swishing around their body. The buildings were just as mesmerizing as the elves; beautiful white building and a luscious green forest surrounding the valley.

Elrond coughed, and I reluctantly pulled my gaze away from the amazing scenery.

"So…?" I asked, urging him to go on.

"Rhoewia," Gandalf said, "The thing is, we have no idea who your mother is. But we do know who YOU are," he said.

I laughed nervously, "Err… good riddle," I told him, "But I already know who I am…"

"Do you know who you really are?" Elrond asked.

"Okay," I said, "Now you are just confusing me.

"Rhoewia, you are an Otherworlder," Gandalf said, "At least, master Elrond and I think you are, but we cannot be sure,"

"What is an Otherworlder?" I asked. This was just getting weirder and weirder.

"An Otherworlder is a being who comes from another place. There are millions of other worlds out there, and we are still trying to master the magic of travelling to them." Elrond told me.

"But I am not from another world," I told them, frowning slightly, "I am Thorin's sister!"

"YOU are not from another planet, but one of you family might be," Gandalf said.

I snorted. This was freaking me out. "Look, I am sorry, but you must be crazy, there are no other worlds! And anyway, who would have come from another world? Thorin? Yes, you definitely are crazy!"

"Rhoewia," Gandalf said slowly, "Master Elrond and I think that your Mother might have not been from this planet, which is maybe one off the reasons she is no longer."

"So… what are you saying?" I asked.

"The thing is Rhoewia," Elrond told me, "As you are from another world, you may not yet live very long,"

"What?!" I shouted, pushing back my chair and standing up, giving Elrond a menacing glare, "Just get to the point!"

"Rhoewia," Gandalf sighed, "the point is you are going to die very soon…"

So what did you think? Please review! Should Rhoewia die or miraculously live? Please tell me what you think!