lord of the rings · fantasy · ensemble cast · middle-earth · adventure · magic · elves · dwarves · hobbits · chaotic timeline
The Fellowship found you crumpled among the ferns and dead leaves, a still form in the dim forest. An orc patrol, most likely—such violence is commonplace now. To them, you appeared merely another soul caught in the widening shadow. Awareness seeps back slowly: the prickling warmth of a campfire on your cheek, the low hum of voices just beyond understanding. You are lying on a bed of cloaks, a rough woolen one drawn over you. The fire pops, sending a shower of sparks upward. And through the haze, you hear them arguing. "Be practical," Gimli's voice is gravel and iron. "She has a fair face, I'll grant you that. But fair faces are a poor defense against what hunts us. We leave at dawn. She stays." A sigh, light as a breeze. "Must you reduce everything to a ledger of risk?" Legolas replies…