Falling in Love with a Necromancer. *A Kili Story*

Eleniel never really understood why Gandalf always avoided the topic of her real parents. It’s like he was forbidden to talk about them, or even mention their name to her. After a while, she gave up on asking, even though she still never really understood why. In time, she realizes that she can do strange, but incredible things. Things that a normal elf couldn’t do. She can control the elements around her, she can see what is about to happen, but only at a distance, she cannot change the past, or the future, but she can relive it. One day, when her ‘father’ whisks her away on an adventure with 13 dwarves, she is getting more than she bargained for. Her past is slowly being revealed, bit, by bit. What will happen when a certain dwarf has his eye on her? Will she return those feelings, or will the sparks die out?

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2. Mr. Bilbo Baggins

It was hard to see in the dark, but it had to be here. I was looking for the Hobbit known as Mr. Bilbo Baggins. He apparently had a mark on his door that would be able to identify where he was, but I was having no luck finding it, and my horse Freya was getting restless. I gave her a small rub of reassurance. After what seemed like hours, I was finally able to find the little hobbit hole known as Bag-End. I led Freya over to the gate, and I whispered to her, “Stay here…” She gave me a soft, yet concerning neigh. I smiled.

“I’ll be fine…” I reassured her. I walked up to the door, and I gave it a gentle knock, as I waited, I hoped that I looked well presentable. That’s what Gandalf always said to me. 

The door opened, and there stood a young hobbit, with ruffled brown hair. He looked up at me with wide eyes.

“Hello…” I said, to him, with a warm smile on my face.

“Oh…um…hi..ii…” The hobbit stammered.

“You must be Mr. Bilbo Baggins…?” I asked.

“Oh…y-yes, I’m, I’m Bilbo Baggins. Please, come in…come in…” He stammered as he motioned for me to enter. “

Thank you…” I said, shyly, smiling I entered Bilbo’s little house. I had to bend down slightly, to enter. Inside the hobbit hole, it was warm, comfy, and it was homey. It was the ideal place to settle down in after a while. I could hear a song echoing throughout the hole.

“Ah…Eleniel…you have finally made it. I was beginning to worry….”

I smiled. “You worry too much father, you knew I was going to show up, it is just very hard to see in the dark, and it was very hard to see the mark on the door…” I explained.

 

 

He just chuckled as he placed his arm on my shoulders, as he led me into the Dining room, which was filled with Dwarves. Father did say that the meeting would be mainly dwarves, but I did not mind. I always found that their fighting skills were fascinating. I did not know, however that they could be very loud, and noisy. Which there was nothing wrong with. The 12 dwarves were all dancing, eating, laughing and being extremely noisy. Bilbo on the other hand, did not seem to be enjoying any of this at all. I began to feel sorry for him. I stood with my father, ducking every time I saw a plate or a cup fly my way. I did manage however to catch a few of them, without using any magic whatsoever. I never really knew who my parents were, but lately I have finding that I can do so pretty strange things. Well, that a normal elf couldn’t do. My father said, it was because I had spent so much time with him, but I knew, that wasn’t it. I obviously had some sorcery in my blood. I was so out of it, that I did not notice that one of the cups had water in it. It splashed all over me. My father chuckled, as I gave him a look.

I turned to see a dwarf, come up to me. “Hi, um… look I’m sorry…”

I figured that he was the dwarf that had gotten the water all over me. I smiled. “It’s alright…” I said, reassuringly.

He gave me a smile.

“What’s your name?” He asked me.

“Oh…um…I’m Eleniel, the daughter of Gandalf…what’s your name?” I asked. I held out my hand.

“Kili…” He said, taking my hand, smiling at me.

I thought that he was going to shake my hand; instead he bent down and kissed it, which made me blush madly.

“This is Fili, my brother…” Kili said, introducing us.

I smiled at Fili.

“It’s nice to meet you. To the both of you…” I smiled.



Just then, there was a knock at the door…

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