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Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a lovely day. Sorry it took so long to publish! This is...WAYYY longer than the last part. I'm trying to cover the relevant parts of the first movie, so...I hope I did it justice? There will definitely be a part 3 to this...and possibly a part 4. Thank you all for getting this book to over 400 reads! Thank you again to WillSpearsShake for requesting this. If you want to request a oneshot, please leave it in the comments. Hope that you enjoy part 2! Xx
"GANDALF! GANDALF!"
(Y/N) tripped over her torn skirt, her head whirling with dizziness. She could make out the man in grey robes, who approached hastily. She felt hands grip her shoulders as her knees buckled. Her eyes trailed up, finding the face of the kind old man riddled with concern. "(Y/N), what happened? Are you hurt?"
"I d-did...something terrible, Gandalf. I don't know what h-happened, I just--"
"Ssh, now, my dear. Lets get you inside..."
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"I have no memory of this place."
The fellowship had left Rivendell behind over a week ago. They passed through the snowy pass of Caradhras, before venturing to the Mines of Moria. What they found instead, was a tomb full to the brim with skeletons. They had tried to escape- but they were unable to leave. Gandalf offered to guide them through the tunnels- it turned out that his memory was not as reliable as they had assumed. And so, the fellowship huddled upon a stone ledge, waiting as the wizard smoked a pipe of weed and contemplated.
(Y/N) sat quietly, nibbling on what little food they had left. The men kept to themselves, whilst the hobbits and the dwarf squandered over the last good meat. Legolas, the elleth, stood and paced, his eyes darting in every direction, ready if there was any trouble. The woman hugged her knees, sighing in the silence. Though they had been travelling for days, the company still acted like strangers. Very few words spoken were sincere.
Not that (Y/N) minded that. If they didn't speak about themselves, she wouldn't have to talk about her own past. Of course, Legolas's curiosity wasn't about to let that happen.
"May I ask," the elf cried, looking directly at the woman. "Were you born with your 'gift'?"
"I would not call it a gift, master elf," she replied.
