A/N: Oh gosh, sorry you guys. I can't believe it's been 9 days. But I do want to thank:
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A stout dwarf, stood in front of Emberlyn. He had long black hair, slightly graying, that had a few braids in it. But his eyes, oh his eyes were the clearest blue eyes, Emberlyn had ever seen.
"Ah, Thorin! How pleasant of you to join us! This is Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain." Gandalf stated. The Dwarvish King and I had not broken eye contact. He seemed cold, distant, and hardened.
"Emberlyn, daughter of Britlyn and Aston, Blacksmith of Bree, at your service, Milord." She said as cold as ice. He finally broke contact and looked to Gandalf, without uttering a single word. He walked to the other side of the table and sat down.
"Emberlyn, you say your father was Aston, correct?" inquired Gandalf. He had a spark of recognition in his eye.
"Yes, sir that is correct. Were you acquainted with my father?" Emberlyn responded flagging down Mary, for another ale.
"By the Valar! Aston, of Minas Tirith! He is one of the greatest blacksmiths I have ever had the pleasure of knowing! Did he marry Britlyn? Oh, she was such a lovely young girl. You look much like your father! Where is he and Britlyn? I wish to visit them once more!" Exclaimed Gandalf excitedly. He was laughing heartily with a smile upon his face. Emberlyn couldn't bear to bring him the ill news of them being departed.
"Gandalf, we have business to discuss. Would you mind, using your visitations off until we are finished discussing more important matters?" grumbled the dwarf. She shot a glance over to him. He was brooding, for sure, but indeed handsome, like Aggy had said.
"Yes, I best be off. It was a pleasure, meeting you Master Gandalf. Perhaps you can stop by my shop before you leave. Just ask Mary or Liza where it is. They will be more than happy to tell you. Good Evening!" Emberlyn called, slipping into the crowd, until she was up the stairs to where the Butterburs resided. There was Barli, with a plate full of cabbage, potatoes, and corned beef. He sighed and pushed the food around with his fork.
"Your mother expects you to eat that Barli. Now I suggest you do." Emberlyn stated from the shadowy door frame. Barli jumped from the sudden voice in the air.
"Oh, Miss Emmy, it's only you. I'll eat it all gone if you tell me a story." He bargained with the slinky blacksmith. She laughed and sat down next to him.
"Ok, young one, but as a speak you will that cabbage." He nodded his chubby blonde head "Now, where shall I start?"
"The Beginning!" Cried Barli. Emberlyn laughed nodding. "Aye, that would be a good place to start wouldn't it? Well, there is a story I heard from one of the men I met from the Far East, that you might like, yes? Good. Well, once there was a young maiden…"
This young maiden was unlike the rest in her village. She was extraordinarily beautiful and kind, but she had not a penny to her name. She dressed in rags and stole food for her sickly father. One day, she was stealing a bit of fruit, from a rich and greedy merchant, but the merchant caught her. 'Thief! I shall cut off your hands for trying to steal my fruit' He bellowed. He drew a long curved blade that was covered in the blood of other thieves, like her. She looked away, not wanting to see the blade come down upon her hands. But the slicing of the blade never came. She looked back to see a tall man in dark clothing standing in front of the merchant. 'Move, boy, before I cut off your hands as well!' The boy did not move. Instead he took off his hood to reveal, the Prince. The girl gasped as did the merchant. The girl saw her chance to run, and bolted, the small fruit in her hands. She heard the cries of the merchant for forgiveness, behind her. She continued to run before she reached a small crumbling building in an abandoned part of town. Inside were many ragged rugs and pillows. She gave the fruit to her starving father, although she herself was starving. Later that night, the girl died, going to the Valar. The next morning, the Prince found the dead girl, and cried, for he had loved her. The prince took in her father and cared for him as well as giving her a royal burial. The Prince moved on to become, King, made a caring maiden a Queen, and had 3 children.
"But, Miss Emmy, I thought he loved the poor girl!" Cried Barli, pounding his little fist on the table.
"He did, Little One, the Prince moved on. Death is a natural part of life, and if we were so despaired after anyone died, especially the ones we love, that we couldn't move on, the world would be out of balance. For the pain of a lost loved one is great, but the love made from a new friendship afterwards, is able to heal the pain." Emberlyn tried to synthesize with the toddler. Said toddler, proceeded to yawn, while trying to argue with her. "Now, my young knight must make his way to his bed. There is a fresh adventure, in your dreams, now go and chase it." She gently pushed the child towards his bed, where he lied down and snuggled into the blankets Emberlyn had draped over him.
"Miss Emmy," Barli yawned
"Yes?"
"Where is your mommy and daddy?" he asked.
"They are with the Prince and poor Girl, my child. Now, sleep."
A/N: So whatcha think? I had to come with that story on spot so I hope it's okay XD. Anyways, My birthday was on Sunday! This author is now a whopping 15 years of age! I feel so old!
