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“But the last-comer [of the Istari] was named among the Elves Mithrandir, the Grey Pilgrim, fo

“But the last-comer [of the Istari] was named among the Elves Mithrandir, the Grey Pilgrim, for he dwelt in no place, and gathered to himself neither wealth nor followers, but ever went to and fro in the Westlands from Gondor to Angmar, and from Lindon to Lórien, befriending all folk in times of need. Warm and eager was his spirit (and it was enhanced by the ring Narya), for he was the Enemy of Sauron, opposing the fire that devours and wastes with the fire that kindles, and succours in wanhope and distress; but his joy, and his swift wrath, were veiled in garments grey as ash, so that only those that knew him well glimpsed the flame that was within. Merry he could be, and kindly to the young and simple, and yet quick at times to sharp speech and the rebuking of folly; but he was not proud, and sought neither power nor praise, and thus far and wide he was beloved among all those that were not themselves proud. Mostly he journeyed unwearyingly on foot, leaning on a staff; and so he was called among Men of the North Gandalf, ‘the Elf of the Wand’. For they deemed him (though in error, as has been said) to be of Elven-kind, since he would at times work wonders among them, loving especially the beauty of fire; and yet such marvels he wrought mostly for mirth and delight, and desired not that any should hold him in awe or take his counsels out of fear.”

–J.R.R. Tolkien, Unfinished Tales, “The Istari”


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Sam was not daunted, and he still eyed Strider dubiously. ‘How do we know you are the Strider

Sam was not daunted, and he still eyed Strider dubiously. ‘How do we know you are the Strider that Gandalf speaks about?’ he demanded. 'You never mentioned Gandalf, till this letter came out. You might be a play-acting spy, for all I can see, trying to get us to go with you. You might have done in the real Strider and took his clothes. What have you to say to that?’

'That you are a stout fellow,’ answered Strider; 'but I am afraid my only answer to you, Sam Gamgee, is this. If I had killed the real Strider, I could kill you. And I should have killed you already without so much talk. If I was after the Ring, I could have it - NOW!’

He stood up, and seemed suddenly to grow taller. In his eyes gleamed a light, keen and commanding. Throwing back his cloak, he laid his hand on the hilt of a sword that had hung concealed by his side. They did not dare to move. Sam sat wide-mouthed staring at him dumbly.

'But I am the real Strider, fortunately,’ he said, looking down at them with his face softened by a sudden smile. 'I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.’

There was a long silence. At last Frodo spoke with hesitation. 'I believed that you were a friend before the letter came,’ he said, 'or at least I wished to. You have frightened me several times tonight, but never in the way that servants of the Enemy would, or so I imagine. I think one of his spies would - well, seem fairer and feel fouler, if you understand.’

'I see,’ laughed Strider. 'I look foul and feel fair. Is that it? All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.’

'Did the verses apply to you then?’ asked Frodo. 'I could not make out what they were about. But how did you know that they were in Gandalf’s letter, if you have never seen it?’

'I did not know,’ he answered. 'But I am Aragorn, and those verses go with that name.’

–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, “Strider”

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“In any case a confrontation of Frodo and Sauron would soon have taken place, if the Ring was intact

“In any case a confrontation of Frodo and Sauron would soon have taken place, if the Ring was intact. Its result was inevitable. Frodo would have been utterly overthrown: crushed to dust, or preserved in torment as a gibbering slave. Sauron would not have feared the Ring! It was his own and under his will. Even from afar he had an effect upon it, to make it work for its return to himself. In his actual presence none but very few of equal stature could have hoped to withhold it from him. Of ‘mortals’ no one, not even Aragorn. In the contest with the Palantír Aragorn was the rightful owner. Also the contest took place at a distance, and in a tale which allows the incarnation of great spirits in a physical and destructible form their power must be far greater when actually physically present. Sauron should be thought of as very terrible. The form that he took was that of a man of more than human stature, but not gigantic. In his earlier incarnation he was able to veil his power (as Gandalf did) and could appear as a commanding figure of great strength of body and supremely royal demeanor and countenance.

Of the others only Gandalf might be expected to master him—being an emissary of the Powers and a creature of the same order, an immortal spirit taking a visible physical form. … [However, c]onfrontation of Sauron alone, unaided, self to self was not contemplated. One can imagine a scene in which Gandalf, say, was placed in such a position. It would be a delicate balance. On one side the true allegiance of the Ring to Sauron; on the other the superior strength because Sauron was not actually in possession, and perhaps also because he was weakened by long corruption and expenditure of will in dominating inferiors. If Gandalf proved the victor, the result would have been for Sauron the same as the destruction of the Ring; for him it would have been destroyed, taken from him for ever. But the Ring and all its works would have endured. It would have been the master in the end.“

—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, ”246” (What would have happened in a confrontation with Sauron if Frodo or Gandalf had taken the Ring)


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Melkor “incarnated himself” (as Morgoth) permanently. He did this so as to control the hroa, the “flesh” or physical matter, of Arda. He attempted to identify himself with it. A vaster, and more perilous, procedure, though of similar sort to the operation of Sauron with the Rings. Thus, outside the Blessed Realm, all “matter” was likely to have a “Melkor ingredient”, and those who had bodies, nourished by the hora of Arda, had as it were a tendency, small or great, towards Melkor: they were none of them wholly free of him in their incarnate form, and their bodies had an effect upon their spirits. But in this way Morgoth lost (or exchanged, or transmuted) the greater part of his original “angelic” powers, of mind and spirit, while gaining a terrible grip upon the physical world. For this reason he had to be fought, mainly by physical force, and enormous material ruin was a probable consequence of any direct combat with him, victorious or otherwise.
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This is the chief explanation of the constant reluctance of the Valar to come into open battle against Morgoth. Manwë’s task and problem was much more difficult than Gandalf’s. Sauron’s, relatively smaller, power was concentrated; Morgoth’s vast power was disseminated. The whole of “Middle-earth” was Morgoth’s Ring, though temporarily his attention was mainly upon the North-west. Unless swiftly successful, War against him might well end in reducing all Middle-earth to chaos, possibly even all Arda.
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It is easy to say: “It was the task and function of the Elder King to govern Arda and make it possible for the Children of Eru to live in it unmolested.” But the dilemma of the Valar was this: Arda could only be liberated by a physical battle; but a probable result of such a battle was the irretrievable ruin of Arda. Moreover, the final eradication of Sauron (as a power directing evil) was achievable by the destruction of the Ring. No such eradication of Morgoth was possible, since this required the complete disintegration of the “matter” of Arda.

Morgoth’s Ring - The History of Middle-Earth - J.R.R. Tolkien


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“Yet in truth, Saruman’s spying and great secrecy had not in the beginning any evil purpose, but was no more than a folly born of pride. Small matters, unworthy it would seem to be reported, may yet prove of great moment ere the end. Now truth to tell, observing Gandalf’s love of the herb that he called ‘pipe-weed’ (for which, he said, if for nothing else, the Little People should be honoured), Saruman had affected to scoff at it, but in private he made trial of it, and soon began to use it; and for this reason the Shire remained important to him. Yet he dreaded lest this should be discovered, and his own mockery turned against him, so that he would be laughed at for imitating Gandalf, and scorned for doing so by stealth. This then was the reason for his great secrecy in all his dealings with the Shire….

But Gandalf knew of these visits, and guessed their object, and he laughed, thinking this the most harmless of Saruman’s secrets; but he said nothing to others, for it was never his wish that any one should be put to shame.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, Unfinished Tales, “The Hunt for the Ring”

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Forsaken: Chapter 13 (Thorin Oakenshield x OC)

Word Count: 2088

Warnings: None

Characters: Sisilla, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Gandalf, Beorn, mention of Azog, Lord Elrond.

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Summary: The Company had finally gone to sleep, but visions begin to plague Sisilla’s mind. With meeting Beorn and having to go to Mirkwood and take the Elven Road, the tides are starting to churn for Sisilla and Thorin for she may be the greatest asset for them if they are to encounter the elves of the Woodland Realm.

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After the company congratulated Thorin and Sisílla in their new courtship, which many were surprised it didn’t happen sooner, everyone settled in for the evening knowing that the Skinchanger was out, protecting his home from Azog and his pack. But it all was for nothing for Sisílla. As she laid on her bedroll, Thorin next to her, she began to whimper in her sleep quietly. Her head was lolling from side to side. Her words, although slurred, were Quenya. The ancient Elvish tongue. Thorin stirred from his sleep as he heard her speak in the Elvish language and looked over to see her in a cold sweat and her eyes clamped shut. Sitting up, he reached over to her only for her to thrash in his arms and let out a scream. Startling the company awake, everyone saw Sisílla struggle against Thorin which made everyone jump and try to help them both. But as everyone was out to help, Gandalf bellowed.

“Do not touch her!” His voice booming like thunder.

Everyone, including Thorin backed away from Sisílla as Gandalf came close to her and rested a hand on her forehead. Muttering under his breath, Sisílla slowly calmed and then jolted awake. Gasping for air as if she came out of the water.

“THORIN!” She called out in a panic.

Gandalf furrowed his brow and glanced over at the said Dwarf, nodding in approval for him to approach her. Taking only a few steps, Thorin was at her side and grasping her small and clammy hand in his own.

Ghivashel, I’m here.” He reassured her as he brushed away the stray hairs that clung to her forehead.

All she could do was follow the length of his arm and finally hook around his neck to hold him close. Her free hand feeling across his face and lips for any evidence of injury. Everyone could only watch her as she was comforted by Thorin and whispering in Khuzdul that she was safe and well. Bilbo was heartbroken and confused at what was before him, but when he looked up to Gandalf, he noticed the wizard had a concerning look in his eyes even though he was trying to be calm. As everyone calmed down and went back to sleep, Thorin kept a close eye on his beloved as she finally fell back to sleep. Gandalf had watched the two, specifically Sisílla as she finally eased into a much needed sleep. Bilbo had made his way over to the wizard and followed his line of sight to Sisílla’s sleeping form.

“Is she going to be alright?” Bilbo asked, worry etched onto his features. He had grown fond of her, and she with him as they had many great conversations about where they lived, reading many books, and small adventures they had before following the great Thorin Oakenshield.

Gandalf snapped out of his many thoughts and looked down at the hobbit and flashed a warm smile, or as warm as he could muster. “She will be just fine, Bilbo. Now, get some rest. We have a long journey still ahead of us.”

With a slight nod, he began to head to his bedroll. But not before glancing over his shoulder and watching Thorin be so attentive to Sisílla. This was probably something Bilbo would have seen if Thorin was engaged… or courting. It was a nice change to see him like that. As he felt Gandalf staring at him, Bilbo wished him a good night and finally went to his bedroll.  As Gandalf nodded at Bilbo, he turned his gaze back to Sisílla. Sleeping soundly and Thorin relaxed and with his eyes closed, Gandalf couldn’t help but wonder.

What did she see?

~Rivendell, 8 months ago~

“Are you absolutely sure that she will be safe?” Lord Elrond asked right after the White Councils meeting. 

Gandalf huffed, unsure how to answer his good friend. Of course she was, she had the Company of Thorin Oakenshield. Though, he hadn’t the slightest idea how well it would be taken for a woman such as herself to be in the midst of this treacherous journey. And with dwarves already being secretive and stubborn. Who knows how they would react. Especially Thorin! But she also had insight of what is yet to come, and she had such confidence in the young king. But could it be the infatuation that was blinding her deepest thoughts? It was most uncertain and he couldn’t give a direct answer for Lord Elrond or to himself.

The Elven Lord seemed to have had his answer, loud and clear. “Then it is settled, she stays in Rivendell.”

“My lord…”

“I cannot risk the life of her just so she can succumb to what her heart desires.” Lord Elrond started. “Gandalf, you know as well as I that the budding romance that she and Thorin has begun between them will never work. Not with her celibacy and her duties as the Oracle.”

“She knows of this as well. It is simply too risky for her to travel with the likes of Oakenshield. If anything was to happen to her, either it be from the Dragon, Azog, or worse. Then the fate of Middle-Earth may be in jeopardy.”

“I swear to you, no harm will come to Lady Sisílla. She is in the safest hands, if not within the company, then most certainly with myself.” Gandalf reasoned, although it was far out there.

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He knew it was a far cry to have her come, but Gandalf knew as well as her that she was destined to be at and in Erebor. Her place was there for however long. With a low and quiet sigh, he muddled over to his bedroll and carefully made himself comfortable before scanning across the large room. Counting each dwarf, then Bilbo, and then Sisílla. With validation that she was well tended to, the gray wizard soon drifted to sleep along with the others.

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As morning came and unlikely introductions to their host, Beorn, the entire Company quietly gathered around the enormous large table to have breakfast and discuss where they were going to the Skinchanger. As he had asked about where they were heading off to and Gandalf being direct but also discreet, Beorn couldn’t help but wonder why a woman such as her standards were in a company of dwarves. Thorin, who had leaned against the enormous beam near Sisílla and Fíli glanced to Beorn and then to Sisílla.

“If I may ask why a woman such as she, in the presence of dwarves?” The Skinchanger asked with curiosity.

As Thorin straightened himself to defend Sisílla, she tilted her head in Beorn’s direction. “To help not only reclaim what was stolen from them, but to also help what is yet to come.”

Her words were something that caught everyone off guard. Especially Gandalf, and most definitely Thorin’s. Was there something that was yet to come and she had seen the outcome? What was it? Now they had more to worry about.

As they finally gained the assistance of Beorn to use his horses and ponies to ride to the Edge of Mirkwood. Sisílla and Gandalf spoke to Beorn in private, something Thorin, although against not being by her side, understood the reason. Eventually she would tell him. He hoped. With word of the Necromancer in Dol Guldur along with the orcs growing more and more with each passing moment, Sisílla shuddered and closed her eyes as Gandalf and Beorn continued. The vision she had was still fresh in her memory and the taste of death as raw as reality. Caught up with what her vision was, she was taken back to the present moment when she felt a rather large hand on her shoulder.

“What do you see, Sisílla? Seer of Middle-Earth?” The Skinchanger asked.

Gulping, Sisílla laid her tiny hands, compared to Beorn’s stature, on his forearms for support. “I see death… but life as well. It is too far off to give a clear answer. I am sorry.”

With a gentle grunt, Beorn guided her hands to Gandalf’s carefully. “You must go, while you still have the light." 

And if on cue, the howls of wargs rang across the treetops. Sisílla rode with Gandalf as they and the Company galloped to the edges of Mirkwood. Her visions came back as they drew closer. A different vision, of cinders and fire destroying people. Sudden cold and wet feeling. And a pair of arms holding her to keep her warm. It wasn’t clear who it was, or where they were. She had more questions than answers once again. The last time was when she had her first dreams of Thorin. But now another man? Of Men!? Or was it an elf? The vision was in its infancy and she hated those types when things are not clear, but evident that it was important for her and the person she was to meet. Whoever it was, she had to clear her thoughts as they were getting closer to Mirkwood.

As the forest’s edge became visible, the company slowed to a halt and dismounted the horse and ponies. Thorin made his way to Sisílla who was looking out to the vast lands that they had just traveled and looked up at her. Her usual calm demeanor all but lost as her brows were knitted and her eyes looking so focused than he has ever seen them. Her hair windswept from the ride as some loose hairs fell out of her braid that he had worked on first thing in the morning. His crystal blue eyes followed down her arm to her hand where he could see that she was doing her best not to clench them.  How he longed to know what she saw in the visions, just to share the burden with her so she wouldn’t have to be the only one to see what is yet to come. Was it maybe to gain some leverage on his enemies and maybe his own kingdom? Possibly. But to know that Sisílla was the only person across this land to have such a duty to all, he wanted her to be at ease and not be plagued by the visions.

Sliding his hand into her smaller one, Thorin could see how she visibly relaxed and smiled a smile of relief. He would never grow old of her smile which also placed in a sense of ease for the time being. But as soon as Bilbo commented on how the woods looked sick, Gandalf stated that he had other business elsewhere. Everyone was in shock, especially Sisílla for she knew who awaited for them in those woods. As Gandalf was about to gallop away on his horse, he looked over to Sisílla as she was now their guide and saving grace if anything was to happen.

“My lady, you must help them. Do not lose the path.” Gandalf informed.

Craning her head up, she furrowed her brows and looked as though she was panicking, and she was. Never had she guided anyone, it was someone guiding her. And to lead a group of dwarves, it was hard enough as it is just traveling.

“I can’t. You know that it’s redundant to have the blind leading the sighted.” She exclaimed.

“My lady, you will be their greatest asset if you are to meet with the elves.” He explained, knowing of her reputation among the elven kingdoms. 

Lowering her head, she nodded and turned her head to where Thorin stood only to feel him squeeze her hand for reassurance. Gandalf knew she was not confident being on her own for being a diplomatic figure alone. But, he needed to make sure that Thorin and his short temper wouldn’t lead them to their doom. As Gandalf left, Thorin looked over to his men as they heard about Sisílla’s new role in guiding them along the Elven Road. Kneeling down, Sisílla unlaced her boots one by one and slid her socks off before placing her bare feet to the earth. Thorin slid her boots into her rucksack before guiding her to the stone flag path that was the Elven Road. Feeling the cold stone under her feet, she leaned down and touched the stone with her finger tips before looking straight ahead and standing upright.

“This way, and stay close. These woods are no longer safe.” She explained. ‘We are not alone…’

And off the company ventured into the depths of Mirkwood.

Chapter 12

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Chapter 14

Word Count: 3530
Warnings: Fluff, Thorin (He is a warning you haters XD)
Summary: After being chased out by orc packs day in and day out, and now a skinchanger on their tail. Gandalf sends the Company to the house of Beorn. Meanwhile, Thorin finally makes the decision to take the next step with Sisilla. One that he is afraid of hearing the answer in all honesty.


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A year into this journey to reclaim Erebor and it had already been many close calls, strength in friendship and comradery. And with Sisílla, it brought a new sense of adventure and challenges for Thorin. Balin was the first to really take interest with his king and his actions with the young woman. His constant hovering when it was nightfall, making sure she had at least two helpings of food and plenty of water, his blanket wrapped around her when everyone was asleep. Especially when it came to training, he made sure she was perfect, yet elegant. Never did Thorin harshly scold her, but gave her pointers and carefully touched her to make sure her stances were strong.

But what made Balin know that Thorin fancied the young lady was after a skirmish with a small Orc pack. Everyone was holding their own and Sisílla was fighting alongside Gandalf and Thorin. But something swept her off her feet, causing her to sprain her ankle. Thorin heard her cry and was able to ward off an orc and the warg it was riding. He immediately ordered those who were close to them to close ranks to protect her with Thorin staying the closest to her. After successfully defeating the orcs and wargs and finding a cave to hunker in for the night, Oín had tended to Sisílla’s injured ankle which was a minor sprain and some herbal tea would help her heal just fine. Thorin had bestowed one of his daggers to her and was able to pass it off as another way to protect herself, when in reality, it was a gift.

Thorin couldn’t fathom the thought of keeping his courting a secret from her. But it also made either easier at the same time. He was conflicted deeply, but he never wanted the thought of being turned away. They were meant to be, she had spoken about her dreams. Though not in great detail, he knew it was he she was dreaming of. But as they traveled farther, the less he could continue his traditional courting and had to make sure she was safe. As they traveled through gorges, Bilbo was sent to scout the area before them as it was an early morning. Thorin , Gandalf, Sisílla and the rest of the company awaited at the bottom as Orc packs were close by. Sisílla had a vision that they were not far and had awoken Thorin about it hence why the sun had barely kissed the sky with its warm rays. Sisílla had stuck close to Thorin, much to his pleasure, as they awaited for Bilbo to come back down.

Sisílla felt a hard chill run down her spine as something was coming to pass. Grasping Thorin’s shoulder, he glanced up to see her brows knitted tight as she looked distressed. Although he was concerned for his men, Sisílla was his top priority.

“What is it?” He asked, his voice low to not gain any attention from the others.

She shook her head, clearing her mind of the fog that was creeping from the depths of her consciousness. “I’m not sure. We mustn’t fall behind.”

“You are not well, my lady.” He chastised.

“I’m alright. Honest. If anything more happens, I promise to rest if need be.” She reassured, her silver gray eyes gazing past Thorin.

Although he was worried for her well-being, he knew that she was determined. With a slight nod, he grasped her hand in his own and quickly pressed his forehead against her own.

“Stay by my side.” Thorin said quickly, but softly.

He never wanted to sound desperate or beg, but his heart thundered in his chest for her safety. As they caught up with the rest of the company, they all met up with Bilbo who was looking as if he had seen a ghost, or a monster that was far more treacherous than the Dragon that they were aiming to slay.

“We have to leave.” Bilbo huffed.

“Were you seen?” Gandalf asked, worried that the hobbit may have been spotted by Azog.

Shaking his head, Bilbo confirmed that he was well hidden and bringing much relief to the company. But as Gandalf began to praise Bilbo of his quick and quiet scouting and being burglar material.

“No, no! I am trying to tell you. There is something out there.” The hobbit explained.

Gandalf’s cheery mood turned serious as he believed in the hobbit. “What form did it take? Like a bear?”

Everyone looked at Gandalf, as if he knew. And when Bilbo confirmed the wizards assumption, everyone began to try and think of a way to get away from this beast and the pack of orcs which were not far from them and the Company. Thorin grasped Sisílla’s hand tighter just in case they were needing to run. He could feel her pulse jump against his hand which only made him pull her closer to his side.

“There is a house, not far from here. Where we could take refuge.” Gandalf spoke, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Whose house? Are they friend or foe?” Thorin asked, already tired of these games and frustrated at their predicament.

“Neither. He will either help us… or kill us.” The wizard explained and casted his gaze to Sisílla who’s brows furrowed at his words.

Gandalf could only hope that their host would spare her life.

Thorin wasn’t going to take that chance, not for Sisílla, and most certainly not for his companions. “What choice do we have!?”

As if on cue, a large growl like howl rang through the twilight morning air making everyone but Gandalf jump and try to look around for the source of the sound. It wasn’t long until they were running down to the valleys and forest below. Gandalf led the way, the company in tow and Sisílla staying in the middle of everyone. Fíli and Kíli were constantly flanking her, nudging and guiding her as they ran for shelter. Thorin had made rounds, running alongside his fellow men to make sure no one was being left behind. Suddenly, Sisílla had tripped on an upturned root, causing her to fall and roll down a steep slope which had several of the dwarves chasing after her, checking her over before getting her back to her feet. Dwalin and Bofur, and Dori behind her, were guiding her as they finally got out of the cover of the forest and out into the open fields to where a house awaited them.

Thorin had finally caught up with Sisílla and grasped her hand, now dragging her to safety as the rest of the company took charge. Getting closer and closer, the sound of a large and monstrous creature made everyone scramble to get the doors opened.

“Open the door!” Gandalf ordered as he came running in last.

Thorin looked behind him and saw the beast and pushed Sisílla behind him, Orcist in hand and getting her to the door first. He unlatched the doors where everyone rushed in. Sisílla ran a few steps away so everyone could file in before spinning on her heels and unsheathing her sword and dagger. The sound of the beast snarling and growling hit her ears, causing her to shudder where she stood as the Company worked together to get the door closed. Her heart was pounding in her head, causing her to get slightly dizzy from the adrenaline and fear coursing through her veins that she failed to hear that the beast was Beorn, the Skinchanger and their host. Though the Company were fearful that this Beorn would find a way to kill them, they all took advantage to collect themselves, recover and rest. Sisílla had sheathed her sword and dagger and walked over to Gandalf who was looking out to the yard where the great door still stayed open to the large field that they had just ran across not too long ago.

As she felt the wall from her outstretched hand, she leaned her back against the wall and let out an exhausted sigh. “What are we to do now? You know that we are close to darkness that even I cannot foresee.”

With his pipe out, he let out an approving and low hum before igniting the pipeweed and taking a few short puffs to start the slow burning.  “We need safe passage through Mirkwood. To take the Elven road for safe passage.”

“Is it the only way? Couldn’t we take them down to the outskirts of Rohan and follow up river to-”

“My lady, we don’t have much time. Durin’s Day is only a week away, at best.” Gandalf interrupted.

Her eyes, though unfocused, casted down to the hay covered floor below. Time was short, and to see that they were nowhere close to the mountain meant that the prophecy was going to fail. Gandalf seemed to have taken notice at her sudden sullen appearance. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a warm smile that even she couldn’t help but return one, albeit a smaller version. 

“We will make it, my lady. Now, rest up and have something to eat. We are safe for the night.” He said before waving Bilbo over.

“Is everything alright?” The hobbit asked as he made his way over to them.

Sisílla reached over to him and felt his small hand guide her hand to his shoulder. “Could you walk me back to the others, please?”

“Of course, right this way.” Bilbo piped as he was very careful in explaining every little detail of where she was walking.

It didn’t take much until both Bilbo and Sisílla were discussing crocheting and their favorite pastime. Reading. Everyone made rounds to check on the perimeter in and around the home before they could settle for the day. Thorin, of course, made sure that Sisílla was well, hydrated and given the first serving before everyone else. As the sun began to set over the trees, most of the Company were in good spirits. Although quiet, they felt more secure than being out in the wilderness for the moment. They were singing an old shanty in Khuzdul, the dwarven language, and dancing with Sisílla. For a blind girl, she followed with such grace and elegance. Barefoot and feeling the thump, thump, thump of her companions stomping a beat to the soft hay covered floor, it was a merry time for everyone. Thorin, sitting with Balin and Gandalf, watched with a small smirk as she danced with laughter and song filling the air. How her hair, once in a tight braid, now free from its binds and flowing like liquid silver and starlight. Her sight less eyes gleaming with joy, and a smile that took his breath away each and every moment. Balin smiled at the young king, almost proud like a father would be with his son, that Thorin had finally met his One and had her with him during the journey.

As the Company finally let Sisílla rest and laughed at how Nori looked like “a flapping trout out of the creek,” Thorin rose from his spot, his pipe nestled between his lips as he grabbed his water skin and walked over to Sisílla who was sitting on a large pile of hay. As he made his way over to her, he knew that it had to be tonight for another moment of real relaxation and not fearing of orc packs was becoming much more scarce. As he approached her, he cleared his throat causing Sisílla to smile and turn her head to face his general direction.

“My king… why aren’t you enjoying these festivities?” She asked, reaching out instinctively to grab his arm or hand.

Clever girl she was, always ready to be on the move and her head figuratively on a swivel. Thorin smiled a little wider before guiding her hand to his water skin. “I am.” He said. “But you looked parched from the dancing. I must say, you have my utmost respect for your grace and light feet.”

A bright blush blossomed to her already flushed cheeks as she grasped the skin and plucked the cap off before taking a couple sips of water. And she had noticed since then. His compliments, how he was making sure she was cared for and tended to, made sure she had privacy monthly and when they all had a chance to properly bathe. Wherever she was, he was close by. Like a shadow to the naked eye, but for her like a shield that she couldn’t go without. He was her oaken shield. The names that he called her. Ghivashel, badgûna, and his favorite when they were alone at night when everyone was asleep but them, amrâlimê. She had asked him many times what they meant only to receive gentle reassurance that they are nothing ill-will towards her. But high praises.

Thorin couldn’t help but be marveled by her innocence and beauty once again, being captivated in her eyes and smile. But both seemed to have jumped slightly as the company howled with laughter after Bofur and Kíli had apparently played a joke on Dori. Clearing his throat once again, he leaned close to her and whispered as he didn’t want any prying ears to listen to them.

“May I take you for a stroll? I have not kept my end of our promise.” He asked and pulled away to see her smiling brightly.

Raising her hand to him, Thorin happily helped her to her feet and escorted her to the gardens that encircled the rather large house that they took refuge in. The sun had all but set and the beautiful hues of blues and violets danced with the twinkling stars in the night sky. The cool air was a relief compared to the warmth inside, and the sounds of the crickets and distant woodland creatures was peaceful compared to wargs and the bear-like beast. Thorin began to explain the land to Sisílla before seating her on a small stump. He stood beside her, facing the beautiful moon that hung low in the sky. Tonight had to be perfect for this moment. As quietly as he could, he slipped his hand into his coat to retrieve something that he made when he was a young lad and could swing a hammer in the forge. Feeling the cold little piece of metal and grasping it snug in his palm, Thorin took a deep breath to calm his nerves and his speeding heart. As he opened his mouth to speak, Sisílla spoke.

“May I ask you something, Thorin?”

“Anything, milady.” He responded. “What troubles you?”

“These names you give me, I never hear you speak about them to your nephews, nor your men.” Sisílla started.

With a thick gulp, Thorin felt like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar when he was a pebble. But she continued.

“I know that they mean a type of endearment. I heard them before we met in my dreams. Amrâlimê, you have called me that name time and time again. And I want to know what it means.” She stated. Although her voice was steady and even, he knew that she was frustrated. And rightfully so.

With a gentle sigh, Thorin nodded and took a breath. This was much more difficult than he anticipated. But he had to.

“It means ‘my love.’ A very sacred endearment amongst my people towards our One. Our soulmate. Someone that I… I have met ever since stepping into Rivendell and even before that.” Thorin stated.

“Thorin…”

“Please, my lady.” Thorin exhaled. “For many years, I have never thought that I, myself… would ever find my One. But I was deeply mistaken. Mahal, I believed, cursed me with many dreams of a woman in silver and white. Not of any dwarven kingdom, but of men. I knew she could never see me, but with her breathtaking smile and her eyes far more precious than the White Gems of Lasgalen, I was taken. Mahal blessed me, night after night, dreams of my badgûna. Showing me a little more of her. And soon I found out, it was you.”

“I knew it, I could feel not only in my bones, but my heart. No other woman has ever set my heart ablaze when I saw you descending those stairs back in Rivendell. I never knew that I would have fallen for such a deity. An Oracle. And when we had to leave, I wanted you to come. Be selfish and take you to Erebor. But I was fearful that you would be taken or harmed in a way I could never protect you from. And now… You’re here. A brave warrior, a woman that I have grown the most respect for. One that I want to grow old with and a woman who has captivated me, mind, heart, and soul. And so, I wish…”

Thorin froze, looking at her and locking her eyes with his. The bead in hand, in his clammy hand. He shook his head to shake off the nerves and fear of rejection. What will happen, will happen. Reaching out, Thorin grasped her hand in his and brought it to his lips where he left a soft and warm kiss. A soft gasp emitted from Sisílla which made Thorin glance through his lashes to see a pretty blush dusting her cheeks and a shy smile adorning her lips. Guiding her hand, Thorin pressed her palm to his bearded cheek and leaned down to rest his forehead against her own; resting a hand on her soft cheek and embracing this tender and intimate moment. Sisílla’s eyes fluttered closed and her smile grew wider with glee.

“Will you accept me for who I am and allow me to court you, my lady?” Thorin asked, almost in a whisper as if his words would be taken by a breeze and spread across the land.

Nodding her head, Sisílla smiled. “It would be my honor, my king.”

If only she could see how bright and big his smile was. He knew she could feel his cheeks shifting from his smile, but he wanted for her to see his smile. But his thoughts were cut short when he felt her lips press lightly on his cheek. It was the first time she showed affection to him, at least this intimate. And it made his own heart soar. Leaning closer, he brushed his nose across her cheekbone before pressing a soft kiss to her own cheek and pulled away to smile down at her. Sisílla smiled back and giggled before following the length of his arm down to his hands where he captured and held them snug in his larger ones. 

“What now?” She asked, a little lost as she had never been courted and knew of only the courting rituals of Elven culture.

“Now, if you would allow, may I braid my courting brain and bead?” He asked.

With a small nod from her, Thorin smiled and sat next to her on the small stump and ran his fingers through her silvery white hair. It was like fine silk threads between his calloused fingers, something he was going to treasure greatly. His fingers parted a few sections of hair and he began the braid. Silence and patience, Throin was nimble but steady with his braid. He knew that the Company would know. They all probably know that they are missing. But it didn’t matter, he was with his One and fulfilling a great task to court the Oracle and his one love. As he came to the end of her hair where he could no longer braid, he slid the bead on and anchored it in place before laying her braid over her shoulder.

Sisílla instantly ran her fingers across the plaited hair and could feel the intricate four stranded braid and at the end, a small but intricate bead holding it in place. His fingers carded through her soft strands once more, making her lean into his touch and hum in such content. Thorin smiled broadly and leaned over to press a kiss to her temple gently before standing and gently helping her to her feet. Looping her arm with his, they strolled through the garden side by side with such euphoria and a new found love. As they made their way around, Dwalin shimmied from his perch near one of the small windows and was grinning from ear to ear. Making his way back to the others, Bofur was the first to rush to the old dwarf.

“What is it? Did they make it official?!” The dwarf asked.

Balin nodded a firm nod. “Aye, Thorin has his One, and his future Queen.”

The entire company roared with joy and celebration. So much so that Thorin and Sisílla stopped their stroll and looked towards the house. Tilting her head to try and listen with no avail, Thorin chuckled as he knew that his men found out. With reassurance that it was nothing serious and to be merry, both Thorin and Sisílla walked in only to be congratulated by everyone of the courtship.


Chapter 11
Master List
Chapter 13

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

One of my fav things about Gandalf is, he can & canonically does Full Name hobbits when he’s angry like he’s their mum or something

important follow up Qs:

1) does it frustrate Gandalf that he can’t do this to Bilbo & Frodo with the same impact bcos they don’t have nicknames

2) does he do it to non hobbits

Gandalf, in the distance: ARAGORN SON OF ARATHORN

Aragorn:oh shit I’m in trouble

specseven:

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They both have beards. NO! But do you like my awesome photo collage skills? 

I was just reading an old Nerdist interview with Dave Filoni about “Jedi Night” (as one does), and here’s what he said about why he killed Kanan:

“A lot of my modeling comes from a lot of my exposure to reading Tolkien. Gandalf is not a complete mentor. He’s way more down the path than anyone else, but he’s not complete. That’s why he’s very symbolically gray. He has to figure it out along the way and then attain a new level. Kanan has to also attain a new level before his apprentice can attain anything.”

I read this article two years ago, when it was published, and I remember this. But I think that, at the time, I was too stunned to really process what Dave was saying in any real way. But now that it’s been a while, and I’m not reeling from watching THAT episode, I have some thoughts:

First of all, shame on you for bringing the word “gray” into a conversation about a Jedi, Dave. You know better than that! Second, what exactly is the “new level” Kanan attained? He already knew how to sacrifice himself to save others- he did it at the end of season one, remember? Third, and I know this can’t be accurate, but sir, did you only watch the Lord of the Rings movies? Had you read the books as you claim, you would be aware of the fact that Gandalf dies fighting the Balrog- he attains a new level only afterhe’s resurrected. He’s sent back to Middle Earth because his mission isn’t complete. To reiterate, Gandalf dies. He’s dead. Then he’s resurrected. Then he becomes Gandalf the White. Now…if you’re going to “model” the death of a character after the death of a much much more well-known character, you’re going to invite some comparisons. That’s on you, buddy. You brought Gandalf into this.  

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According to The Silmarillion, Gandalf was one of the Istari, not a man. The Istari were sent to Middle Earth by the Valar to assist in the fight against Sauron:

“At this point in the fabulous history the purpose was precisely to limit and hinder their exhibition of ‘power’ on the physical plane, and so that they should do what they were primarily sent for: train, advise, instruct, arouse the hearts and minds of those threatened by Sauron to a resistance with their own strengths…”
[The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, #156]

Not unlike what the purpose of the Jedi was supposed to be, right? More below the cut, because this is starting to get long.

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VERY interesting thoughts! Thanks for sharing!

I especially like this part:

Kanan essentially engineeredEzra saving Ahsoka in the world between worlds because he felt that what happened on Malachor was as result of him not trusting himself and his own instincts about Maul .

Because, in essence, that hints at Kanan knowing things beyond this mortal plane. Things that only The Force could have known/foreseen. And that, added to this part here:

How many Jedi Masters does it take to pick up a Force-sensitive child from an Outer Rim world (if indeed that is what the painting depicts)? Whatever is going on in that cave painting, that person or child must be of some importance.

I had been highlighting this, like forever!

Baby Caleb Dume was so frikking important the Jedi Order had to sent three of their most senior Masters to pick him up.

(That might also be the reason why Yoda was extremely careful with Caleb to the point of sending the youngling to infirmary even after a very small injury. Although I once also posited that Yoda doing so was actually the Force setting things in motion.)

Take the two parts together, and add this part from your essay:

Gandalf was one of the Istari, not a man. The Istari were sent to Middle Earth by the Valar to assist in the fight against Sauron: 

Kanan was not 100% a human. He was another personification of The Force, but unlike other personifications who embraced their deity status (The Bendu, The Father, The Son, The Daughter), Caleb Dume embraced his human status instead. So he can experience fully what being a human was. And the Force let Caleb “lost his way” for awhile, yet never leaving him, to explore – and experience – what hopelessness, fear, anger, all felt like. And to be within the people of the Galaxy as “one of them”, instead of “an exalted one”.

(This started a branching thought about “The Chosen One” for me, but I’ll revisit that some other time.)

This hypothesis of mine is edified by The Bendu’s own words. I forgot exactly but it goes like: Your inner turmoil is like a powerful storm upon this planet, I got awakened.

Heck, there was Ezra, an admittedly powerful Force User, also having his own inner turmoil. The Galaxy was in turmoil. The “Chosen One” was running rampant together with Darth Sidious. How come the inner turmoil of one Jedi Knight – that didn’t even finish his official training – became “a powerful storm” that can awaken a god from his slumber?

Because that turmoil was not simply a turmoil of a man; it was the turmoil of the Force itself.

Finally, I keep recalling one of Freddie Prinze Jr.’s interviews, in which he said that “Kanan’s Force ability is growing so fast he’s second to none.” This was IIRC between Season 2 & Season 3. As a Star Wars afficionado – and a very good friend to Dave Filoni – FPJr likely had some inkling as to the full extent of the Caleb Dume/Kanan Jarrus character.

Which means that the reason FPJr gently exhorted Filoni to kill Kanan was not because FPJr hated Kanan or wanted Kanan to be taken out permanently. It’s the opposite. He wanted send Kanan on the next step, just like Gandalf, on being improved. To realize Kanan’s full potential. To make Kanan/Caleb join the pantheon of Force Beings, taking his rightful place.

Gandalf the Grey became Gandalf the White.

Kanan the Grey (Jedi) will become Kanan the White (of The Force).


Again, thank you for sharing your profound thoughts, @specseven!

April Tolkien Challenge; Day 13

Glamdring

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Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer, or the Beater, as it is known by orcs and goblins. The sword is famously known for being the one Gandalf carries with him throughout the events of The Hobbit and The Lord Of The Rings, yet it was Turgon - the King of Gondolin - who first wielded it.

The sword was known for being used in both Nírnaeth Arnoediad, the Battle of Unnumbered Tears; the fifth great battle fought against Morgoth, and the Fall of Gondolin. During Nírnaeth Arnoediad the blade got its name ‘The Beater’, after many orcs fled from the sword, as it was wielded with much strength and power. As Turgon died, Glamdring remained.

Three Trolls must have stolen it shortly after, as not much is known of the blade between the Fall of Gondolin and the encounter of the company of Thorin Oakenshield and the trolls in Eriador. In the year 2941 of the Third Age, Glamdring , along with Orcrist and Sting, was found between the troll hoard.

Elrond identified the blade to be that of Turgon, and gave it back to Gandalf, who proceeded to wield it for the rest of his time in Middle-Earth. The wizard slew the Goblin-king with the blade, who recognized the weapon, once more referring to it as 'The Beater;.

Later, during the events of The Lord Of The Rings, he fought against the Balrog who had found a home in the Mines of Moria. After his staff broke, Glamdring was the only weapon Gandalf had to defend himself.

As Gandalf came back as Gandalf the White, he kept Glamdring with him. He held it with him until he sailed to the Undying Lands with Frodo and Bilbo. It is not known whether he had taken it with him or not, but as weapons were not needed over the sea, it was likely he left in Middle-Earth.

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Sources:
-One Wiki To Rule Them All
-Tolkien Gateway
-The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
-The Lord Of The Rings Trilogy, JRR Tolkien

thranduilofsmirkwood:

#Rings Of Power

#LOTR: Rings Of Power

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I will continue to reblog this until my fingers bleed. I’m in no way saying that if this show is one you like that, that’s not okay. Personally I just can’t get behind this at all.

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