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XLV: Trusted Friends Part II


2956 TA - 3018 TA

In the time following Legolas' departure, the mortal, Xena, found her own path diverging from the Woodland Realm. The passing of Swiftwind, her loyal steed, marked the end of an era for her, and she chose not to replace the faithful horse. Her stay in the Halls of the Elvenking, though offered with hospitality, was marred by a sense of alienation. Her human heritage set her apart in the eyes of some elves, casting a shadow over her sojourn among them.

Despite these challenges, she was equipped with attire befitting her warrior status, crafted with the exceptional skill and quality characteristic of the Woodland Elves. Her new gear included sturdy leather and wool, combined with finely woven shirts and tunics, all tailored to her size.

When Xena finally decided to journey to Dale, she was not to travel alone. Tauriel, along with a handful of elven guards, accompanied her. Tauriel insisted her presence was due to matters needing attention in Dale, but Xena suspected it was more about ensuring her safe passage.

The journey, though brief, was not without its perils. Orcs and spiders, ever-present threats in the wilds bordering the Elvenking's realm, were frequent obstacles on their path. Yet, with Tauriel and the guards by her side, these dangers were swiftly dealt with.

Upon leaving, Xena's departure from the Woodland Realm was a quiet affair. No grand farewells marked her exit; a silent acknowledgment, perhaps, that this was likely her final sojourn in the Halls of the Elvenking. As the years passed, Xena remained aware of the inevitable advance of age. Though still strong and agile, she knew that time would eventually catch up to her, as it does to all mortals. Her journey, filled with trials and adventures, continued on, each step a testament to her enduring spirit and resilience.

Dale, having been rebuilt, stood as a testament to resilience and cooperation among the races of Middle Earth. Xena, on her arrival, was greeted by the sight of a city reborn from its ashes, a vibrant blend of human, elven, and dwarven influences. The architecture bore marks of this unique collaboration, with elven grace blending into sturdy dwarven craftsmanship, all rooted in human tradition.

Bard, the leader of Dale, had aged since the tales Xena heard in the Halls of Thranduil. She had anticipated that her reputation would not precede her in Dale, but she was pleasantly surprised. Bard had indeed heard of her exploits. The survivors she had rescued from Gundabad had taken refuge in Dale and often recounted their tales of a courageous woman who had saved them from a grim fate at the hands of orcs and goblins. Over time, more stories reached Dale, including tales of her aiding Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood. These stories, woven into the fabric of Dale's community, had elevated her to a near-legendary status, especially given the burgeoning alliance between Dale and Mirkwood.

Xena found that her newfound recognition had its advantages. It eased her access to supplies and lodging, and her presence was welcomed. Bard, in a gesture of gratitude and respect, offered her a place in his guest room for the duration of her stay. Surprised by his hospitality, Xena accepted.

In Dale, Xena felt a renewed sense of belonging. The city, rich in history and now thriving with a diverse population, offered her a glimpse of a life among humans, something she had been distanced from for so long. Surrounded by the familiar rhythms of human society, intermingled with elven and dwarven elements, she began to reconnect with a part of herself that had lain dormant. Dale, with its bustling streets, lively markets, and the warm camaraderie of its people, provided a comforting backdrop as Xena pondered her next steps in a life that had been anything but ordinary.

In Dale, Xena found a semblance of normalcy, a reprieve from the constant presence of the 'perfect' beings of the elven realms that often grated on her. The atmosphere in Dale was lighter, free from the oppressive darkness that seemed to linger in other parts of Middle Earth. What was meant to be a brief stay extended into years, as Xena discovered a fulfilling role working alongside Dale's soldiers. She frequently joined them on patrols to inspect and secure the borders, a task that resonated with her warrior spirit.

Her paths often crossed with Tauriel during these border patrols. Xena occasionally found it curious how frequently Legolas' childhood friend seemed to be around, but she attributed it to Tauriel's duties as one of Thranduil's guards. Their encounters, while initially marked by a guarded professional courtesy, gradually evolved into mutual respect.

As the third summer in Dale approached, Xena began to feel the stirrings of wanderlust once more. The allure of the Lonely Mountain, with its storied past and the presence of the Dwarves, called to her. Despite the comfort and relative peace she had found in Dale, she felt it was time to move on, to continue her journey across Middle Earth.

However, a peculiar realization began to dawn on Xena. Time, it seemed, was behaving oddly for her. Three years in Dale felt like mere months. More strikingly, she noticed no signs of aging in herself, despite the many years she had spent in Middle Earth. There were no strands of white in her hair, no aches in her bones that spoke of advancing years. This absence of aging was unnerving. She considered that perhaps her body aged differently, that the signs might manifest later. Yet, the suspicion that something was amiss lingered in her mind. The possibility that her time in Middle Earth, influenced by its magic and ancient forces, had altered her natural aging process became a puzzle she couldn't ignore. With these thoughts and uncertainties, Xena prepared to leave Dale, her mind set on uncovering the truth behind this strange phenomenon.

In Dale, despite being surrounded by camaraderie and earning respect, Xena often found herself grappling with a sense of solitude. Memories of her time with Legolas, the proud and enigmatic elf, drifted through her thoughts, slowly fading into the background as distant echoes of the past.

Her journey eventually led her to the grandeur of Erebor, the Lonely Mountain, where she was greeted by the robust and hearty community of Dwarves. It was here that she crossed paths with Gimli and Gloin. Her deeds at Gundabad, where she had bravely rescued Dwarves, humans, and elves from captivity, had preceded her arrival, earning her a warm welcome. Gloin, recognizing her valor, graciously offered her lodging in his home.

Gimli, the son of Gloin, had grown into a mature and respected member of the Dwarf community. His father no longer harbored reservations about his ventures and adventures. Xena quickly discovered the strong bond she shared with Gimli; they made an excellent team, complementing each other's strengths and skills.

Life among the Dwarves of Erebor was a lively affair, marked by robust celebrations and a sense of communal joy. The Dwarves, though generally wary of elves, were warm and welcoming to Xena. Her days in Erebor were filled with a sense of belonging and purpose.

Before long, Xena found herself involved in various missions alongside Gimli. Erebor, while majestic and formidable, was not without its threats and challenges. The Dwarves were ever vigilant in securing the mountain and its treasures. Xena, with her warrior's heart and willingness to aid those in need, became a valuable ally in these endeavors. Her friendship with Gimli deepened, forged in the fires of shared trials and triumphs.

Thus, Xena's time in Erebor unfolded a chapter in her life filled with friendship, adventure, and the enduring spirit of the Dwarves. Her journey, a tapestry of diverse experiences across Middle Earth, continued to shape her, adding new layers to her already rich and varied life.

The passage of time in Erebor melded into a continuous flow for Xena, days and missions blending together until the years became indistinct. She had settled into a rhythm of life in the mountain, punctuated by journeys and adventures beyond its walls. However, one evening, which year it was she could no longer recall, a chilling occurrence disrupted the calm of Erebor.

As night fell, unnatural darkness began to creep over the mountain, a darkness so profound and malevolent that it felt as though the very essence of shadow had descended upon Erebor. The air grew thick with an ominous, oppressive energy, sending a shiver down the spines of all who dwelled within. The torches and hearths that usually lit the halls flickered and dimmed, as if cowering from the encroaching gloom.

The Dwarves, sensing the imminent threat, rallied with remarkable speed. Weapons were drawn, and warriors took to their positions, their faces set in grim determination. The atmosphere was tense, a palpable sense of foreboding hanging in the air.

Then, from the darkened sky, a terrifying figure descended. It was one of the Black Wings, a fell beast carrying a Nazgûl, one of Sauron's most dreaded and powerful servants. The Nazgûl's presence was suffocating, its aura of malice and despair spreading like a plague over the mountain.

The Dwarves of Erebor, though brave and stout-hearted, could not hide their fear. Even Xena, with all her experience and courage, felt the insidious touch of evil emanating from the Nazgûl. Her instinct was to confront this threat head-on, but she was held back by Gloin. It became clear that this fearsome emissary had not come to wage war, but to deliver a message from Sauron himself.

The Nazgûl's singular presence, though only one, cast a shadow that enveloped the entirety of Erebor. Its very existence was a symbol of Sauron's power and his dominion over Middle-earth. The use of such a messenger was a calculated move by Sauron, meant to instill fear and compel submission through intimidation. The Dwarves, led by Dáin II Ironfoot, braced themselves for the message this dark herald brought, a message that would undoubtedly carry grave implications for Erebor and all of Middle-earth.

The ominous arrival of the Nazgûl at Erebor was a moment of profound gravity. Dáin II Ironfoot, Gloin, Gimli, and the other dwarf lords gathered to hear the fell messenger, their expressions etched with concern and wariness. The darkness of the night seemed to thicken around them as if to emphasize the gravity of the moment.

Dáin II Ironfoot, his face stern and resolute, addressed the shadowy figure. "Speak your master's words, emissary of Mordor," he commanded, his voice a deep rumble in the silent hall.

The Nazgûl's voice, a chilling hiss, cut through the air. "The great Sauron seeks only friendship with the Dwarves of Erebor," it began, its words laced with deceit. "In exchange for your allegiance, he offers rings of power, as in days of old."

A murmur ran through the gathered dwarves, a mixture of disbelief and anger. Gloin stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "And what does your master desire in return for such 'friendship'?" he asked skeptically.

The Nazgûl's response sent a shiver down their spines. "Sauron seeks knowledge of a certain hobbit, the nature of their kind, and their dwellings. He asks you to find a thief and retrieve from him a small ring, a trifle that he covets."

Gimli, his hand resting on the hilt of his axe, spoke up, "This 'thief' you speak of - does he have a name?"

The Nazgûl remained silent for a moment before replying, "The name matters not. What matters is the ring. Find it, and Moria shall be yours forever." The offer was a clear manipulation, a play on the Dwarves' long-held desire to reclaim their ancestral home.

The room erupted in murmurs and whispered consultations. Dáin II Ironfoot raised his hand for silence. "We will consider your master's words," he said cautiously, though his eyes held a glint of defiance.

As the Nazgûl departed, the weight of the situation settled upon the dwarves. The earlier rumors of Sauron's return, once distant and abstract, had now become a palpable threat. The darkness was no longer a looming shadow but a present danger, encroaching upon both Dale and Erebor.

Dáin II, Gloin, Gimli, and the others understood the gravity of the situation. War was at their doorstep, and the Dark Lord's interest in a hobbit - specifically, the hobbit they knew as Bilbo Baggins - indicated a deeper, more sinister plot at play. In the hearts of the Dwarves of Erebor, resolve and determination began to stir, readying themselves for the challenges that lay ahead.

The subsequent appearances of the Nazgûl at Erebor heightened the sense of urgency and danger. Each visit served as a grim reminder that there was no evading the will of Sauron. King Dáin II Ironfoot, bearing the weight of his people's history and the knowledge of the fate of the previous Dwarf-lords who bore the Rings of Power, was wary of repeating the past's mistakes. The decision was made not to yield to the Nazgûl's demands.

In a council of the dwarf lords, it was resolved that they would seek counsel from Elrond of Rivendell. Glóin and Gimli were chosen to undertake this crucial mission. Their task was not only to seek advice but also to warn Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit who had once journeyed with them and now found himself a target of the Enemy.

As Glóin and Gimli prepared for their journey in late April of 3018, Xena decided to accompany them. Her reasons were twofold: she wished to assist them in their quest to convey the dire news, and she was also driven by a recent personal revelation.

During the discussions about the journey to Rivendell, Xena had glanced at Gloin's notes and the date recorded therein. Despite her awareness of the passage of time, she had not paid it much heed over the years. Her life among the dwarves had been peaceful, a respite from the constant battles and strife that had once defined her existence. But the sight of the date brought a sudden realization: the years in Middle Earth had passed, yet she remained unchanged. This anomaly, this defiance of the natural aging process, gnawed at her, raising questions and doubts about her existence in this land.

With this newfound awareness and the urgency of the task at hand, Xena set off with Glóin and Gimli towards Rivendell. The journey promised not only to be one of strategic importance but also a personal quest for answers to the mysteries that surrounded her prolonged stay in Middle Earth. As they embarked on their journey, the shadows of the impending war loomed ever closer, a reminder of the tumultuous times they were about to navigate.

The journey to Rivendell with the dwarves, though fraught with battles and dangers, provided a sense of balance and camaraderie that Xena appreciated. However, her realization regarding the passage of time in Middle Earth troubled her deeply. At what should have been her hundredth year, she appeared no older than in her thirties. This anomaly of not aging as expected perplexed and worried her.

One evening, as they camped under the stars, Xena decided to broach the subject with Gimli. They sat by the fire, the glow casting flickering shadows on their faces.

"Gimli, I've noticed something strange," Xena began her tone a mix of curiosity and concern. "I've been in Middle Earth for nearly 77 years, yet I look no different than when I arrived. I should be well into my old age by now."

Gimli, stroking his beard thoughtfully, looked at her. "Aye, that is strange indeed. Dwarves live long, but we age as the years pass. You, however, seem untouched by time."

"It's as if I'm frozen at the age I was when I first arrived," Xena mused. "Do you think Elrond or Gandalf might have answers?"

Gloin, overhearing their conversation, chimed in. "Elrond is wise in the lore of Middle Earth, and Gandalf's knowledge is vast. If anyone could shed light on your situation, it would be them."

Xena nodded, her thoughts turning to Gandalf. "It all began with a wizard," she murmured. "Gandalf was the one who set me on the path to find the sword. Perhaps it's time to seek his counsel again."

As they resumed their journey the next day, Xena's mind was occupied with thoughts of what awaited her in Rivendell. She was prepared to deliver the message regarding the Nazgûl's visit, but her personal quest for answers loomed large. Unbeknownst to her, Rivendell would not only be a place of council and strategy but also a crossroads where paths would converge, leading to revelations and new journeys.

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