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**Speaking through the mind: Bold Italics.
A/N: WARNING: The end of this chapter has contents of self-harm, suicide and the killing of a child, so if you are disturbed, then skip the ending.
Sorry for keeping you waiting, I have a surprise at the end that will make up for not posting in a while.
Chapter 8:
Ever since the Company had departed from Bree, they have been riding their ponies nonstop. Thorin denied them stopping for lunch or rest, claiming that they wasted enough time in Bree.
For the rest of the journey, Lux-Vita's thoughts revolved around Earth, Hogwarts, and whether the pompous Minister was still firmly living in the land of denial. More than once, Gandalf would check on the quiet human girl, asking if anything ailed her, and she would respond with a negative. Lux-Vita was adamant that when they halted for rest at nightfall, she would inquire the means of traveling back to Earth.
The ponies tired magnificently, and stomachs rumbled in an echoing unison from the Company of Dwarves, and the lone hobbit; Thorin deemed they were fit to halt in the journey ahead, and the dwarves began settling down for camp and dinner near the edge of a cliff.
Once they were well-fed and watered, most of the dwarves readied their bedrolls, desperate for some well-earned shut eye. Fíli and Kíli stood by the ponies keeping watch, Thorin sat afar on a boulder, presumably lost in his addictive thoughts of Erebor and claiming back his mountain from the dragon Smaug, and Gandalf was smoking on his pipe by his lonesome, not too far from Thorin.
Lux-Vita huddled into herself, watching the comical view of the sleeping dwarves, their snores reverberating around the campsite, sounding much like an avalanche, and the human girl scoffed inwardly; their snoring alone would be enough to call danger upon them, waking up anything dangerous and leading them to their campsite where they were safely ensconced.
The witch noticed little Bilbo Baggins unable to drift asleep from the ruckus, his little eyes narrowed in revulsion at the slumbering Glóin; whenever the redheaded dwarf inhaled a deep breath, a bunch of flying insects would drown into his mouth, much like a tornado, however, once the feisty dwarf exhaled sharply, they would instantly be expelled, but before they managed to flee, they would get sucked right back in. How utterly revolting; Lux-Vita found herself sharing the hobbit's sentiment.
Noticing that Thorin had finally surrendered to a deep slumber, Lux-Vita shakily approached the lone wizard, continuing to smoke his pipe. He shot her a fond, welcoming smile once she sat cross-legged beside him, and waited patiently for her to finally confide in him what had been ailing her all day; and he discovered that he didn't have to wait very long.
"Gandalf, when can I return home-, back to my world?" Lux-Vita asked in whispering tones, not wanting to awaken the Company of grumpy dwarves, who despised more than anything a disrupted nap.
A secretive smile splayed across the wizened wizard's face, "Why dear, Lux-Vita, do you tire from my Company so soon?" And although Lux-Vita knew the wizard was merely jesting, she threw him a grave look, and he inhaled a deep breath, before expelling the smoke from his mouth, "My dear child, you may return whenever you wish to return."
"I see that all wise and wizened wizards have the ability to speak in annoying riddles. And here I thought they only existed in Earth," Lux-Vita grumbled in annoyance.
Gandalf broke out in quiet chuckles, regarding the ruby haired girl with fond amusement, curiosity and interest, "Why my dear, I have no idea of what or whom you speak of."
"Hmm, I'm sure," she retorted dryly. "Gandalf, I don't belong here. I belong in Earth; there are lose ends I must deal with, I am needed there."
"You are also needed here, Lux-Vita," Gandalf said mysteriously, immensely pleased that the human girl was showing more of a backbone ever since Thorin harangued her at the Prancing Pony.
The Grey Wizard's statement only succeeded in bringing out a cynical snort from the human girl, "The dwarves despise my Company, Gandalf. My very presence ails them. Do not bother covering the truth with sweet, saccharine words. I may currently be a walking-talking weakling, stuck in horrid memories, but I am not daft, nor am I blind to my surroundings."
"Fíli and Kíli enjoy your company; they shall miss you when you leave," Gandalf stated matter-of-factly; ignoring the fact that the two brothers she barely spoke a few words with would miss her, the witch concentrated on the slipup Gandalf generated, either purposely, or accidentally, it mattered not.
"When I leave. Meaning there is a way, a possibility of departure. Tell me Gandalf, I beg of you. How can I leave Middle Earth? Tell me the process," Lux-Vita begged him, unique emerald orbs beseeching grey ones for the honest answer to the consuming yet perplexing riddle that had ailed her for so long.
Gandalf huffed and looked away; he continued to suck on his pipe and only after a few moments of tranquil silence, did he finally speak in a calm tone, "My dear Lux-Vita, I cannot give you the answer you seek, only you can find the answer to that, deep in your conscience."
Emerald orbs scrutinized the Grey Wizard before finally stating in a knowing voice, "You know. Yet you either cannot or will not tell me."
When would the human girl fail to surprise the wizened wizard?
Gandalf whipped around, facing the witch with the expression of complete astonishment and amazement, "What makes you say that? How are you so sure, dear child?"
There was a fond smile curved on her chapped lips, and Lux-Vita's eyes twinkled slightly as she regarded the stunned wizard, a welcome to its usual haunted and deadened gaze, "Back home, my mentor – the one I spoke of, Dumbledore – he was the exact same. He had this look on his face, much like yours; it spoke volumes. I derived it as, 'you must solve it yourself before I tell you.' My mentor is all-knowing, yet he enjoyed his puzzles and fondly spoke in riddles. Quite annoying, really."
Gandalf smiled in response, however, before any more words could be traded between the two magicals, a horrible screeching, piercing noise echoed around them from afar.
"What was that?" Bilbo breathed out in utmost fear, his tiny face morphed into consternation.
Kíli had a solemn expression take over his usual cheerful visage. "Orcs," he merely stated ominously. That one word had the effect of rousing Thorin so suddenly from his peaceful slumber, and even a few other dwarves shot up from their immobile positions.
"Orcs?" Bilbo parroted in question, worry lining his forehead.
"Throat-cutters," Fíli chimed in, equally grave, "There'll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them." Bilbo forcefully disconnected eye contact with the Durin brothers, and so, he missed the amused looks, eyes twinkling with mischief that Fíli and Kíli shared. Lux-Vita rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disapproval; there was no need to frighten poor Bilbo any further, who was obviously new to the dangers that lay outside, lurking in the murky world.
"You think that's funny?" Thorin's ferocious voice boomed from nearby. He had finally shot up to his feet, his handsomely noble face twisted into disgust, fury and disappointment; Lux-Vita could easily tell that orcs to Thorin resembled Voldemort to her. "You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" he continued, anger lacing every work, and he spat out 'joke' as though it were the most revolting idea ever.
The King under the Mountain's words deeply affected his nephews. Simultaneously, they dipped their heads low, eyes never leaving the ground, and Kíli muttered in a desolate, kicked-puppy tone, "We didn't mean anything by it."
"No, you didn't," Thorin spat, turning around swiftly, he concluded, "You know nothing of the world."
His words were harsh; Lux-Vita quashed the Gryffindor side of her, the part that had the need to protect and defend, to speak out, and smartly stayed by Gandalf's side, her mouth zipped shut. She had no idea of Thorin's past with orcs, and she had no right to butt in, nor did she want to be in the way of the uncrowned King's visible ire. Emerald orbs followed Thorin's figure as he walked over to the edge of the cliff and looked out over the valley, deep in thought.
Her attention snapped over to the now awakened dwarves as Balin approached Fíli and Kíli. The old, compassionate dwarf spoke in gentle tones, trying to cheer them up and make them comprehend in unison, "Don't mind him laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs. …After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first."
Balin looked deep in thought, reliving a haunted memory engrained into his subconscious. "Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs lead by the most vile of all their race, Azog the Defiler." The word defiler had the effect of raising goose bumps on the human girl's arms and legs, even the hair on the back of her neck stood out; Lux-Vita suppressed the memory of Voldemort brutally defiling her, shaking herself harshly from the gruesome memory that haunted her, she focused her attention on Balin's soothing voice.
"The giant Gundobad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King. Thrain, Thorin's father was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed, we did not know," Balin sighed sadly, warm brown eyes beginning to water with the lugubrious memory, "We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us," a fond smile suddenly splayed on his weathered lips and his eyes locked on Thorin's back, "That is when I saw him; a young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armor rent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield."
A grim smile announced itself onto the storyteller's features, and pride filled his tone, "Azog the Defiler, learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied and drove the orcs back. Our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast, nor song, that night, for our dead was beyond the count of grief. We few had survived. And I thought to myself then, there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call King."
Every single dwarf in the campsite stared at their uncrowned King with compelling reverence, their eyes filled with pride, awe and respect, heads bowed in freely-given allegiance as Thorin turned away from the view beyond the cliff and walked toward the fire.
"But the Pale Orc," Bilbo suddenly piped up, curiosity lacing his words, "What happened to him?"
Thorin grunted, each word oozing with deepest malice, "He slunk back into the hole from whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago."
But Lux-Vita didn't fail to notice Gandalf and Balin trade unsure, fearful glances and she knew that this Azog might not be gone as Thorin hoped; wishful thinking. Wordlessly, Lux-Vita excused herself from the Company, and ambled away from prying eyes, needing to be alone with her morbid thoughts. She found a lone bolder by the outline of the forest and stared into the deep end of the valley, consumed by her loud reflections.
Azog the Defiler sounded similar to Lord Voldemort; both struck fear in the hearts of the valor, both defiled and destroyed anything good and everything pure in their path, the brave, the living, the peaceful existence.
The Gryffindor in the savior's heart roared its brave mane; Dumbledore once told her that there is always a reason for everything. Although Lux-Vita had been swimming in a pool of despair for the past few weeks in this curious medieval world, she had not forgotten her location, neither that she was far from home and her precious few remaining loved ones.
Was Lux-Vita brought to Middle Earth for a reason?... Was it to aid the dwarves in reclaiming their Kingdom, Erebor? But Lux-Vita had her own responsibility in Earth, a destiny and heavy burden on her shoulders; Voldemort was out for her blood, and she knew he wouldn't stop until her heart stopped beating, until the blood stopped pumping through her veins.
And a memory, deeply dug into her subconscious, reverberated in her head; 'Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried stopping him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?'The memory from her first year at Hogwarts, back when she still retained childish innocence, not tainted by the evil of the world, before learning the cruel lesson of life. 'Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day … put it from your mind for now, Lux-Vita. When you are older … I know you hate to hear this … when you are ready, you will know.'
Lux-Vita respected the Headmaster and his decision, and so, she chose not to argue, no matter how the curious side of her reared its ugly head … She knew the time was nearing, now that Voldemort had returned, back to terrorizing the magical and muggle world and disrupting the thirteen years of peace the magical community had reverently built. Deep within her soul, the fourteen year old savior knew that the end of Voldemort's tyrannical tirade, his megalomaniac and prejudiced rule, had to be ended by none other than her. She somehow knew that it would come to wand point between them in the battlefield.
No matter how much Lux-Vita wanted to lend aid to Thorin and his Company, she couldn't. She had a war to return to, a megalomaniac's crusade to end. She needed to return home and ignore the hero complex within her; the part of her Cedric fell in love with. …
Lux-Vita was lost deep in her ponderings, she failed to hear the leaves rustling and twigs cracking beneath heavy footsteps, and she jumped a few feet into the air when Thorin's husky baritone sounded out from behind her.
"What are you doing by your lonesome away from the protection of the Company girl? Do you have a death wish?"
Thorin was perplexed by the human; when Balin concluded his history; he noted compassion, sadness, comprehension and the shared burden in her haunted emerald eyes. Almost like a sense of comradeship; Thorin quashed the emotions, scorning her in his mind; she was a slip of a girl, a human child not even past adulthood; what would the human know of danger, war and hardships … nothing!
"Just needed to be alone with consuming thoughts; I'm sure you understand," she added bitterly, surprising the uncrowned King. Ever since Bree, the human girl had strengthened her spine, and a small part of him hated that, preferring the fearful girl that cowered in his presence.
Thorin merely grunted, "Next time, think near the fire. We do not need to rescue a damsel in my quest; you shall do nothing but proceed in slowing us down and being a burden … more than you already are."
Lux-Vita whipped around to face him; anger, rage, fury, annoyance and the last emotion that puzzled the King further; understanding. She dipped her head in acknowledgement and without another word, ambled over to the fire and laid her head near Gandalf's roused form, surrendering herself to Morpheus' arms.
***Lux-Vita Laelynn Jamie Potter***
Two weeks had gone by. The supposedly perilous journey dealt with no interruptions, or adversities. It was almost routine; inhale a quick breakfast, journey onwards on their respective ponies, and in Gandalf and Lux-Vita's case, horse, a pit stop for a rapid lunch, and then marching onwards until nightfall where they camped out by the fire, had dinner, trained with their weapons and began taking hourly watches in case there were any passing bandits, orcs or wargs.
Much to the Company's surprise, Thorin had been ignoring the human girl ever since Balin regaled the past of the battle of Moria. No one knew why, but they didn't dare to prod for a reason, no matter how curious they were, especially young Kíli, who Lux-Vita discovered, was the youngest in the Company at the age of 77 – except for her, obviously.
For the past four days, there had been a nonstop downpour, nearing a monsoon, and the Company of dwarves, the lone hobbit, witch and wizard were in a horrible mood. They were constantly wet, grumpy and cold; their garments clung to them almost as though it were a second skin, and even Thorin's outrageous fur coat was no help in preventing any shivers.
However, while the Company grumbled and complained about their food being soggy, their clothes drenched, their horrible eyesight with all the rain and their inability in starting a fire – an action that filled Lux-Vita with guilt, knowing she would be able to lend them easy aid with her faithful wand, but feared that with her tremors she may cause a disastrous accident – Lux-Vita began pondering the oddities of this world.
It has been a week since Lux-Vita discovered that the very air they breathed, the mass surrounding was filled with ambient magic. The air was thickened with potent and pure magic, crackling with the magical blood running through her veins that she could no longer ignore the peculiar oddity and finally inquired Gandalf.
There had been a few moments in Earth where the savior had experienced such magic; when she first experienced entering the Leaky Cauldron with Hagrid; entering Ollivanders; the campsite in the Quidditch World Cup; arriving at the Hogwarts Express and Hogwarts castle for the very first time.
Gandalf explained to her that Arda was a magical world, and unlike Earth where magic is deftly hidden, Middle Earth accepted it with open arms. The trees blossomed with magic, plants grew with its aid; the Elves practiced their own brand of magic, and so on and so forth.
Lux-Vita was a powerful witch with potent magic running through her veins, magic was similarly described as an important limb to her, and that was the reason why she developed a kinship with the ability to feel the ambient magic in the air. Due to that kinship, Lux-Vita had been feeling an odd branch of magic following her; almost as though it were accompanying her with every step she took in the journey. Almost … stalking.
It was tainted magic, not dark and not light … but not pure, not even grey. It disturbed her and weighed heavily on her visage, and was beginning to show on her exterior. Many times Gandalf and the few kind dwarves that accepted her presence amongst them such as Bofur, Bifur, Bombur Fíli, Kíli, Dori, Ori and Balin had continuously inquired after her health, claiming she looked peaky, gaunt and pale.
Dori's loud whining suddenly shook her from her reverie.
"Mr. Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?"
She managed to suppress a giggle when she felt Gandalf huff in annoyance from behind her. Turning to face the kind-natured, mother hen of a dwarf, Gandalf groused out, "It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard."
Almost simultaneously, all the dwarves except for Thorin, and Bilbo whipped around to face a bewildered Lux-Vita, the question obvious in their eyes and almost at the tip of their tongue.
"What about you lass?" Glóin grunted; he would speak with the whimpering child if only to halt the irritating and maddening deluge.
"Uh, I'm not sure I'd want to risk it. My magic is wonky at the moment," Lux-Vita answered insecurely, burrowing herself deeper into Gandalf's chest, uncomfortable with all the attention fixated solely on her person. Thorin scoffed scornfully at her words, while Nori muttered something along the lines of useless wizards.
Containing her bristling and desire to lash out at them, Lux-Vita clenched Gandalf's coat and forcefully kept her mouth shut as Bilbo readied a question he had been most curious of.
"Are there any other wizards?"
"There are five of us," Gandalf uttered, throwing a genuine smile at the young hobbit. Lux-Vita started at that fact, her eyes widening in disbelief. "The greatest of our order is Saruman the White. Then there are the two Blue Wizards; you know," a contemplative frown puckered on the wizened wizard's forehead, "I've quite forgotten their names."
"And who is the fifth?" Bilbo prodded curiously.
"Well, that would be Radagast, the Brown," Gandalf fondly informed him, and it was obvious to all that the Grey Wizard favored the Brown.
"Is he a great Wizard or is he … more like you?" the question may have been of innocent subtext, but that didn't prevent the offence towards Gandalf, who glared at Bilbo looking deeply insulted and a tad bit irritated, especially when Lux-Vita snickered into her palm, her eyes shining with a flicker of mirth.
Ignoring the offensive situation, Gandalf dutifully responded, "I think he's a very great wizard, in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the East, and a good thing too, for always Evil will look to find a foothold in this world."
And her world too, Lux-Vita thought to herself. Radagast reminded her immensely of gentle Hagrid, and a fond subtle smile splayed on her lips, her eyes beginning to water in remembrance of the half-giant who had been her first friend ever.
Gandalf nudged her slightly; she had been once again lost in her thoughts, she hadn't heard kind Ori's question. Giving him an apologetic look, Ori merely waved it off and repeated his previous question, "How many Wizards exist in your world?"
The dwarves all perked up, unable to hide their damn curiosity. Lux-Vita pondered the simplest way to respond, "Well, one thing you must take into consideration is that in my world, we have Wizards and Witches. I am known as a Witch not a Wizard. As for how many … there are too much to count; over thousands, probably a million or two."
"Impossible," Dwalin grunted in disbelief, forgetting his silent promise in not interacting with the human girl. Every dwarf gaped at her in awe, and even the composed Thorin who had been doing so splendidly in ignoring her, couldn't help but whip around to stare at her with his jaw agape.
"Quite possible actually. You say impossible, yet when Gandalf just informed us there were only five in Middle Earth, I found it to be unbelievable as well," Lux-Vita answered shortly, avoiding any and all eye contact.
"You must live in a powerful land, then Lady Lux-Vita," Bilbo piped up.
Lux-Vita merely smiled, but offered no audible response; If only they knew … if only they knew…
***Lux-Vita Laelynn Jamie Potter***
At night when silence was thick in the air nobody noticed that there was a companion missing from their number around the fire.
You see, the unknown savior of both Realms had finally ascertained the reason for the vile and tainted magic haunting her.
She was pregnant;
With the Dark Lord's child.
Lux-Vita knew that, because after she had handed over her virtue to Cedric, they rushed over to Madam Pomfrey for a check-up the very next day since they had idiotically blanked about using protection, and she was clean before the Third Task. She had been in Middle Earth for a month now, and although she had been impregnated in Earth, the fetus was growing rapidly with time spent in Arda.
Regarding the Nature vs. Nurture debate; one would argue that Tom Riddle was born in an orphanage where he was mocked, bullied, ignored and treated as a pariah; he came out on the other side as Lord Voldemort, one of the Darkest and vilest Lords to exist in history. Another would provide Lux-Vita as a contradiction; she spent fifteen months with her parents before death took them away from her, and then lived ten cruel years with her dastardly heartless and hateful relatives; she had been locked in a cupboard, starved of nutrition, love, affection and attention; the young girl had no friends, bullied constantly by her own kin, beaten by her uncle and called a waste of space and a freak; yet the orphaned girl grew up to be the most compassionate, kind, gentle, brave and pure-hearted girl in existence, meant to be the savior of the light and abolish the Dark Lord from their midst.
Herein, the debate of Nature vs. Nurture hit an impasse. Lux-Vita firmly believed in Nurture. She honestly believed that no one is born evil; evil is made, not born. Yet, she couldn't carry Voldemort's baby into full-term. The baby belonging to the evil bastard that killed her fiancé, ripped away her life ever since she was a year old, ruined her future, constantly tried to kill her and her family; defiled her!
No! Lux-Vita would do the utmost sin if it meant removing the burden from her womb; she would not raise a child only to see Lord Voldemort every time she looked upon his or her face. Lux-Vita would never purposely have a child suffer under hatred and starve them from human emotions … and she knew that no matter how pure she was, she wouldn't be able to look at her child, her own flesh and blood.
Consequently; in the middle of the tranquil night, the savior silently slunk out of the campsite with one of Fíli's countless knives; praying to Cedric, her parents, Sirius and God for forgiveness and the strength to survive.
Unknown to the savior, her actions brought many motions into action.
Mithrandir! Mithrandir! Awaken yourself this instance,Gandalf shot up to his feet, his already opened eyes clearing from its previous slumber. What is it my Lady Galadriel?He asked in urgent tones.
Lux-Vita's soul is fading, she has no time. I am on my way towards you, hasten your footsteps quickly!
"Tharkûn? Where are you going?" Thorin barked, upon noting the Wandering Wizard running toward the opposite direction, deep into the forest, his face the perfect picture of fear and franticness that struck dread in the uncrowned King's heart.
But either Gandalf didn't hear him or he merely ignored him, Thorin didn't know. He hastily awakened the company, and the thirteen dwarves and lone hobbit ran after the frantic wizard. They have never witnessed the all-knowing wizard lose composure, fear evident on his posture, and they knew something terrible must have happened.
Minutes later, simultaneous horrible gasps echoed the forest; Lux-Vita was lying in a puddle of blood, her hand splayed lifelessly surrounding her body, blood marring her pale skin, and her haunted emerald eyes filled with pearly tears that contrasted greatly with the crimson blood. Her eyes were staring into nothing in particular and a throwing knife was speared deep in her womb.
"My dear child, why?" Gandalf sobbed his arms snaking around her lifeless body, trying to keep her heart steady until Lady Galadriel arrived. Lux-Vita smiled … she actually smiled … it was creepy, yet peaceful and the dwarves knew that she was departing life.
"I'm sorry, Gan-Gandalf," she choked out. All that was present winced, able to decipher the agonizing pain it took for her to form her words, "I cannot … evil –"
"Evil? What do you refer to, child?" Gandalf asked aimlessly, silently beckoning the dwarves to aid him in adding pressure to her wound. Lux-Vita smiled and coughed harshly, blood spitting out from her mouth, "Evil grows inside of me, I cannot … don't make me …"
"You're with child," Thorin boomed, his face morphed into horror, finally understanding what she had been trying to do. "You wish to kill your child." It was a statement, and Lux-Vita could hear the disgust and judgment rolling off him in waves.
Emerald eyes pursued icy blue, and a weak smile of comprehension curved upon her lips, "You think I'm a monster. You're probably correct in your assumption. I am- I am a monster, people die around me, always-" she wept, tears rapidly flowing and Thorin felt a sliver of guilt before bashing it away. No, this human does not deserve understanding or compassion; like all Race of Men, she is a monster, a murderer as a child. But Lux-Vita carried on, interrupting his thoughts, "Gandalf once told me that children are rare for the Race of Dwarves, and that you treasure them as though they are the most precious gift –"
She broke off, coughing harshly, her body shook.
"My child, save your energy –"Lux-Vita vehemently shook her head and interrupted Gandalf, "No, I must, I must speak. You must hear me out. I know my actions are cruel, and children are rare and precious. But I cannot carry this baby. I cannot, don't make me. Let it go, please," she begged.
"And what about the fiancé you claim to love, girl. You are killing his child; you Race of Men are all the same. Heartless murderers," Glóin spat, ignoring Gandalf's venomous glare.
Lux-Vita visibly flinched at the mention of Cedric, and lifeless emeralds concentrated on Thorin, whispering the last words she could utter, "You think my actions make me a monster. Azog is a monster!" Thorin's eyes clouded with rage at the mere mention of Azog on the human's lips, but before he could rant and rave, she adamantly carried onwards, "You witnessed no monster, Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain. None of you have, unlike me …I have experienced the true monster and for that, this child shall not …"
Silence; complete utter silence.
"No! Lux-Vita? My child, awaken. Come back," Gandalf yelled, shaking her vigorously. The thirteen dwarves and Bilbo gaped in horror as the light dimmed from unique eyes, and her lifeless body slumped …
Lux-Vita was dead.
A/N: Sorry for the cliff-hanger people! Terribly sorry.
I know most of you are probably having a hissy fit, grumbling that Lux-Vita was very OC in regards to canon Harry Potter; that no matter what, she would never have an abortion and kill her child, but put yourself in her shoes … all she had suffered through, she is still morning.
Don't worry, Lux-Vita will be back soon, and stop being a whimpering, frightened girl.
As part of my apology for keeping you waiting for a month for an update, I will have the next chapter out soon.
Don't go away ... A couple hours and the next chapter will be posted.
R&R.