Authors Note: Hey guys! I'm going out of town this weekend so I won't have wifi until Sunday evening so please don't be disapponited when I dont update, tomorrow or Saturday.
I have (a mention) of Thorin in this Chapter! So be expecting him on Sunday! Hope you enjoy it! Please Review!
Brown hair fell into her face as she brought the heavy down on the hot metal. The banging continued as the sleek blade was formed. Sweat poured from her brow as she worked. The tight braid that she had this morning was loosened and falling in her face. It was dank and dirty, covered in filth. Her dark tunic was covered in sweat, and her tighter pants in mud.
"Emberlyn," Rabryn, her elderly customer called "Where is my horse shoe?" The said female sighed and dunked her sword in a bucket of water to cool. She went over to the work bench full of completed requests and pulled out a brand new silver horse shoe.
"Here you go, Mr. Rabryn. That will be two silver pieces." The old man gave her the said amount of money and hobbled away before she could say thank you. She chuckled under her breath and shook her head. He reminded her so much of her Father whenever he was ill. It had been a year since her father died in the Lone-Lands. Emberlyn shut her door and closed the curtains, signifying she was closed. Her shop and home was very small. Enough room for an anvil, fireplace, work bench and a bed. Tools and pots and pans swung from the low ceiling and the floor was just packed dirt. It made her miss the gleaming city of Minas Tirith.
Emberlyn took of her heavy working boots that were made of thick leather to prevent accidently burning her feet, and her fingerless gloves. Her hands were covered in hideous scars from a nightmare she would rather not remember. Picking up her thick wool blanket, Emberlyn went into a deep sleep, not to be disturbed.
Emberlyn and her Father were walking through the woods near Rohan when there was a quiet rustle behind them. Emberlyn stopped and pulled her father off the path into a hollowed out tree stump. She quietly left her disabled father and went back out to the road.
The rustling was much louder now. Something large was coming. Emberlyn unsheathed her sword and prepared to defend herself and her father.
All of a sudden a warg jumped from the bushes. She moved swiftly to the right and stabbed the warg in the back of the head. It was a scout. There were more to come. Emberlyn was terrified. What could a single girl do to an entire orc pack? Emberlyn ran back to her father and grabbed him, snatching him from the tree stump. Even though being small and frail, her father was still a man. A man much larger than herself. She picked him up carefully and slowly. She began to run as fast as she could with an old man in her arms.
Her legs quickly became fatigued, as well as her arms. She could hear the snarling beasts behind her and went for their only hope. A well hidden shelter.
She couldn't find any. So she ran. She ran and ran and ran but there was no shelter. The wargs were quickly gaining on her so he felt her legs pump faster. There was a large snarl behind her. She looked back with large green terrified and saw an entire orc pack hunting her. Like, she and her father were deer, and they the hunter. They were so close.
"Emberlyn." She heard a voice whisper. "Emberlyn." It called again.
"EMBERLYN!" Aggy shouted at me. "You were screaming again Ember." She now softly whispered.
"Oh Aggy, I'm sorry to wake you again. Next time just gag me, okay?" Emberlyn said jokingly, hugging her neighbor. The town of Bree was nearly on top of itself, and the walls were thin.
"No matter, dear Ember! I was already up!" She said cheerily. Aggy's cheeks were rosy and full. She had little blonde ringlets bulled up in a bun and blue eyes that sparkled like, Eärendil'sStar. "Although Barli wasn't very happy about it, he had to get up anyways." Barli was Aggy's 4 year old son. The little boy would run around his parent's inn all day. The Butterbur's were kind folk, and often helped care for Emberlyn.
"So, how are things at the Pony?" Ember asked putting on her boots and gloves.
"Quite well! We just had Gandalf the Grey arrive, with a Dwarf! Isn't that exciting?" She proclaimed, sitting herself on my small bed as I got to work.
"What is a dwarf doing in Bree-land?" I ask sharpening the blade I forged yesterday.
"Nobody knows! Why don't you come have supper with us and you can check him out yourself. He is quite handsome for being a dwarf. He has the prettiest blue eyes that I have ever seen. There are rumors going around that he is the exiled King of the great dwarf kingdom of Erebor, gathering a dwarfish company to reclaim his lost homeland! Now isn't that exciting? I was talking to Dottie from down the street and she said…" Aggy kept talking about this strange dwarf and his powerful wizard companion. It still struck Emberlyn odd that a dwarf came to Bree. Dwarfs usually stayed in the Blue Mountains.
"So are you coming to supper, tonight? Barli would love to her some of your stories of Gondor again." Aggy finally finished
"I would love to Aggy. Thank you for inviting me."
"There is no need for thanking, my dear. It's what friends do." Aggy smiled before rushing over to The Prancing Pony, to care for her son and guests.
Friend. Emberlyn hadn't had a friend since Minas Tirith almost 5 years ago. Although the idea of having a friend, here in Bree, with her, wasn't such a bad thing.
Good for her, Right? Oh, and our dear Barli will be in the next chapter as well! Did you guys like Aggy? I think she will play a larger part in this story then I attened when I wrote this. So as said before please Review! It means alot if you do!
