Then it was as if Gandalf remembered something. He pulled me away, and looked me straight in the eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
He asked. I was speechless for a moment. Did he not want me here?
“You are supposed to be in the realm of Thranduil. Where you are safe. What are you doing here?”
Yet again he asked. I pulled free of him.
“He could no longer be around the stench of human, so he sent me away. Never to return.”
I answered, looking away. I was ashamed.
“You are human?”
Lord Elrond asked, looking at me closely. I knew I did not look like one.
“A part of her, yes.”
Gandalf answered the question. I was so ashamed, what would Lord Elrond think of me now? He did not seem to care, only looking at Gandalf.
“Half of her, to be more exact.”
Gandalf answered, and offered me a seat. I sat down, to ashamed to look up. I felt Bilbo’s hand take mine, and could not stop smiling anyway.
“At the time, when I was travelling with Thorin Oakenshield and his company, we came across a pack of orcs attacking an elf. We were unable to save her. She died before we could get to her.”
He began the tale of the time where I had been found. I listened carefully. It was a story I had never heard before. Thranduil had not considered it important for me to know the details.
“We found a human man as well, he too died. But most importantly, Bilbo found Vanya hiding in a hole. We took her in, and she travelled with us for a short while. When the dwarfs attempted to cross Mirkwood forest, Thranduil’s soldiers discovered them. He took Vanya in and cared for her.”
I prevented myself from saying a rude comment about Thranduil.
“But mostly because I asked him to. I would have preferred her growing up in Rivendell, but travelling at the time was not safe. And when it was finally safe, she had settled in so well.”
He ended his story. My eyes were burning with tears of anger.
“You know nothing.”
I said, pulling my hand free from Bilbo. I looked up at Gandalf, and shook my head.
“You know nothing.”
I repeated. He looked confused.