The Forbidden Love: A Hobbits Tale

The Battle of Moria

I remember it like it was yesterday, despite the years' difference from then and now.

*Moria*

It was a dark day. Dark clouds and smoke, from the battle, covered the once blue sky above.

Dwarves compacted together, killing any Orc that came close.

My leather outfit and armor was covered in Orc blood. My hair was in a tight braid, loose ends stuck to my dirt-smudged face by sweat.

"We are winning," I thought to myself, after hours of fighting we were getting the upper hand.

One by one Orcs fell by my hand. Each swing of my blade was sharp and swift.  It seemed like the end now, an end to another battle of orcs.

We pushed back and was gaining ground fast, that is until...

A loud roar ripped through the air, I stopped and turned my attention towards the loud sound and witnessed the unbelievable, the death of our King.

Azog had decapitated him and tossed his head down the pile of dead dwarves surrounding him as if throwing away disgusting garbage.

I hear a yell like scream from behind me and I see Thorin devastated and angry for what he saw.  He began to charge for the pale orc when his father stopped him, grabbing onto his body.

The had a quick conversation, which led to Thrain walking forward, leaving Thorin where he was. He stopped in front of me, waiting for me to move out of his way.

"You don't plan on coming back from this battle do you?" I asked solemnly, not making eye contact with him.

"We both know what will happen..." he paused his words and looked at me, "He cares deeply for you. I've never seen him so happy with anyone else."

"I need you to do one last thing for me" he pleaded

"Anything" I agreed, Thrain has been there since the beginning.

"I need you to take care of Thorin for me, you two are one. He cares for you as you do for him. You'll make each other very happy. I just wish I could live long enough to see it". I nodded agreeing to his wishes and hugged him deeply.  The faint memory of the promise I made my father when I was nothing but a little girl.

He squeezed me tight for the last time, he let go grabbed my shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze before going off to fight the pale orc.

I turned back to the battle, fighting and killing on my way back to Thorin.

I found him soon after, fighting another Orc.

"Are you alright?" he asked grabbing my forearm in concern. I smiled and nodded to him, kissing his cheek while holding him close.

"Let's end this together" he smiled despite the chaos around us.

"I wouldn't have it any other way".

The battle carried on, throughout the day.

The sound of war emptied out of my head as I came back to reality, hearing the rest of his story come to an end.

I looked down at Thrain and gave him a tight hug, he looked up and smiled at me, returning the hug.

"Thorin, it's been a long time since anything but the rumor was heard of Thrain."

"He still lives; I am sure of it," Thorin said convinced.

"Is your wife and child sure?" Gandalf asked turning the attention to me, I looked up and him and then to Thorin. I was about to comment on what Gandalf asked me before the waitress came back with Gandalfs food, he murmured a thank you and she left us quickly. Thorin dropped down to a hushed voice and continued as he was saying.

"My father came to see you before he went missing. What did you say to him?"

Gandalf continued to look at me as if he was still expecting me to answer the previous question.

"I urged him to march upon Erebor; to rally the seven armies of the dwarves, to destroy the dragon and take back the Lonely Mountain. And I would say the same to you. Take back your homeland."

"Have you gone mad? Attempting to enter that mountain with the Dragon still buried inside it would be foolish. Thrains dead because of you and your tales of old".

Both Gandalf and Thorin were surprised at my outburst of anger. Truly I had no idea what came over me, I don't believe that Gandalf was the reason for Thrains death but it seemed much easier to blame someone else even if it isn't their fault.

"I was not the only one who told tales of old that you knew of M'lady and I mean no disrespect but that Dragon has sat in that mountain long enough".

Thorin drank from his drink contently

"This is no chance meeting, is it, Gandalf?"

"No, it is not. The Lonely Mountain troubles me, Thorin. Sooner or later, darker minds will turn toward Erebor. I ran into some unsavory characters whilst traveling along the Greenway. They mistook me for a vagabond."

"I imagine they regretted that." Thorin joked, smirking.

"One of them was carrying a message," Gandalf said while placing a dirty piece of cloth with a message and a picture of the Lonely Mountain drawn on it on the table and pushes it toward us.

Thorin attempts to move his hands forward to grab the cloth when Gandalf says,

"It is Black Speech." he moved his hands back and laced his left hand with my right.

"It's promised a payment" Gandalf continued,

"For what?" Thorin asked, leaning over, trying to read it.

"Your head. Someone wants you and you're family dead. Thorin, you can wait no longer. You are the heir to the throne of Durin. Unite the armies of the dwarves. Together you have the might and power to retake Erebor. Summon a meeting of the seven dwarf families. Demand they stand by their oaths."

"The seven armies swore that oath to the one who wields the King's Jewel, the Arkenstone! It is the only thing that will unite them, and in case you have forgotten, that jewel was stolen by Smaug." Thorin said, solemnly and frustrated at his loss.

The two shady men get up and leave the prancy pony, after looking over our shoulder we continued our conversation.

"What if I were to help you to reclaim it?" Gandalf proposed an offer I knew Thorin would not turn down if he had the chance.

"And how do you plan on doing that, dear Mithrandir? The Arkenstone lies half a world away, buried beneath the feet of a fire-breathing dragon." I asked, giving him his elvish name. He looked at me, respectfully as if he just remembered who I was.

"Yes, it does, Cín majestui, which is why we are going to need a burglar."

And that is how our little adventure started.

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Cín majestui - your majesty

( https://funtranslations.com/sindarin) - the website I used to translate into elvish.