"You're joking." The gray wizard looks at the elf in front of him with a tired expression and shakes his head. The elf groans. "Thorin Oakenshield. That dwarf would rather eat poisonous berries than let an elf join his company. You would sooner convince a hobbit to join in on the adventure before getting Thorin to even consider an elf."
"Please, just... just come to the meeting. I promise I won't force anything but just... come." Gandalf pleaded with the ebony haired elf.
"Fine, where is it going to be?"
"Well... in the Shire. The Bag-End." For a moment the elf stared at the wizard, waiting for the joke to be funny. Apparently, it wasn't a joke.
"Well, I guess it is good to have a backup plan for when things inevitably crash and burn. When?"
"In a week."
"Fine, I'll be there. Now, I have some things to do so I'll see you then." The elf waved and got onto his horse, turning it towards the road and moving on the way he was on before the wizard caught up with him.
"Durion!" The elf looked back. "Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah, what wouldn't I do for an old friend."
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In the Ruins//Legolas
FanfictionDurion's heritage is painted in mystery. Being the last elf born in the Second Age, with his mother dead and his caregivers nowhere to be found, he battles with what his future holds in store for him. What reason would a mother have for naming her c...
