Lord of the Rings - Hidden Blood

The One Ring has to be destroyed. And I, Vanya Halda Serke, daughter of Arathorn, travel with the fellowship of the ring. Gandalf the Grey, Aragon Isildurs heir, Legolas prince of the Woodland Realm, Gimli, son of my old friend Gloin and four little hobbits; Frodo the ringbearer and Sam, Pippin and Merry. Together we travel towards Mordor, where the ring can be destroyed. But it is not a safe journey, and danger awaits us...


3. King of the Woodland Realm; Thranduil

A lot of time had passed since then, but still I will not forget the sight of thirteen dwarfs, a hobbit and a wizard, al travelling together to the lonely mountain. I still remembered all of their names, though I have not seen them since. Gandalf, the wizard. The tall man in grey. Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit and burglar, the one who found me. The brothers: Fili and Kili, they let me play with their knives, until I cut myself. Bilbo was quite angry with them over that. Oin, the healer, he bandaged my finger after cutting it. Bofur, the jokes he could tell. Gloin, he had such a nice laugh. Balin, despite the short time we spend together, he was almost like the father I never had. Dwalin, Balins brother and a bit scary at first. Ori, the youngest.  Dori, such manners, remarkable for a dwarf. Nori, the funniest hair of them all. Bombur, loved to eat, but always gave me some of his, if I could eat it. Bifur, he made me a doll, but I lost it when I was taken away from them.

I missed each and every one of them.

“Vanya. You are late for your lessons.”

Thranduil remarked. I nodded slightly, but did not move from the window. I did not feel like having another lesson on a subject I already knew. Biting my lip, I held back the question. I already knew the answer.

“You are thinking of the dwarfs again.”

He said, not hiding his disgust of my love for them. Which was why I was never allowed to write any of them, not even Gandalf or Bilbo.


I admitted, wishing yet again, that I still had the doll from Bifur. Just to have something to remember them by.

“Go to your lessons, clear your head and forget about them. Many years has passed, and most of them are likely dead.”

He ordered me, as usual. I felt a slight sensation to rebel, but pushed it aside. He was right, only Gandalf still lived. I had seen him very few times, but I was never allowed near him. And Bilbo, Bilbo still lived, though he was quite old. He must have written me hundreds of letters. I received only few and was unable to answer them.

“Amin feuya ten’ lle.”

Thranduil commented, well aware that I spoke elvish. Despite it being against his wishes. I knew better then to answer him.

“You will not go to your lessons, so you will stay here. Do not bother showing up for dinner.”

He said, quite angry. At least I was not to blame this time. Something was happening in Middle Earth. I hardly saw Thranduil’s son anymore, Legolas. Not that it mattered much. Thranduil did not approve of us spending time together.

“Attend your lessons tomorrow.”

He said with an uncomfortable harshness in his voice. I nodded, and lightly bowed as he left the room. It would seem at I had to attend the lessons tomorrow, otherwise Thranduil would be quite upset with me.

Then again what more could he do to me?

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