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1. I do not own any of the wonderful Tolkien's characters but I do own mine.

story follows both the book and the movie with slight changes caused by my characters.

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Life in Middle-Earth is never easy. It's even harder when you are a half- dwarf, half-elleth mutant. Why mutant? Because sadly elves and dwarves are not exactly friends. It has always been like this. Dwarves are emotional, they like to have a laugh and sometimes they tend to make reckless decisions. Elves on the other hand are wise, calculated. Still, by some miracle my mother, the elleth and my father, the dwarf fell in love and courted. My mother was from Rivendell, my father from Erebor. They met, when Smaug attacked Erebor. My father wandered the wilds, when he saw an angel. That is how he described it. I never knew my mother, she died giving birth to me. My father moved to a small farm, far from other villages. He never let me go anywhere. It was always the same. "You're different. You are not the same." I had my mother's blonde curls and bright-blue eyes, but no elven ears. I had my father's height and he was short for a dwarf. I didn't have a beard.

But years passed and so did my father. He died, when I was only 35 years old. I hated living in a farm, always the same. So I left. I wandered for months, aimlessly. That's how I found myself right at the gates of Rivendell. I was scared for that I had not seen an elf in my entire life. My father always told me they were full of anger, greed. Only my mother had been different. But I just could not throw it away, I had elven blood in my veins.

I was taken to see Elrond. "Who are you, my child?" was the first question he asked. "Rafina," I said. I told him everything. He seemed to be in a shock. "I knew your mother, " he said. He told me, that one day she was just gone. They tried to find her but she was nowhere to be found. "In whole my life and it has been long time, I have never met someone like you," he told, then he added "Tell me, what has your father told about us?" I sighed and said "He said, you're full of anger, you help no-one but you're own kin." Elrond shaked his head with dissaproval and said "It is nothing like that, believe me, child." I was silent. Elrond sighed and said "The reason, why you father hated all the elves.. The attack on Erebor, you do know about that?" I was a little insulted, every single dwarf knew about it in Middle-Earth. "Yes." Elrond continued "They asked for the help of Mirkwood elves and they refused," he fastly added "But you do have to understand, the King didn't want to risk his own people. The cost was just too great." I sighed and said "It still wasn't the rightful move to do." Elrond nodded, but said no more.

Rivendell took me in. Elrond gave me a room to live in, he said I was to be their quest for as long as I want it. I started to learn elvish traditions. As the years passed, I was sure that I was more of a dwarf than an elleth. They never ate meat, but I loved it. Sometimes, over big events, they tend to drink wine. I had tried it too and it didn't end well. Apparently I didn't enherited neither the elves or dwarves great resistance against alcohol and drank a little too much. I woke up in the morning feeling sick and had to walk around with other elves look of dissaproval behind my back. It didn't get any better afterwards. Other elves soon learned that I was different and they stayed away from me. Elrond did try to make my life more liveable. He introduced me to one of his top-warriors and I got a change to learn fighting under his hand. I became good with a sword and a bow, but most of all, I made friends with the warrior. Mallath, his name was. I always tried to get him to take me with him to fight some orcs but he never let me. "You are not ready." But I was ready. I beat Mallath from time to time.

"Why won't you let me come with you? I know, how to fight!" I yelled as another pack of orcs was near us and Elrond wanted to get rid of them. "You do not have enough experience." Mallath answered. "How can I get experience when you won't let me fight?" I sighed. "I will not take you to a fight. That is my final answer!" With that he left. It was unfair and I had to do something. I went to see Elrond only to see Lady Galadriel with him. I was about to apologise for interrupting when Lady Galadriel said "Do not fret, my child. Join us." Elrond then asked "What is the matter?" "I want to fight, my Lord" I said. Elrond sighed "You will, when the time is right. But it is not now." "Why?" I asked. "You're too eager and confident. It will cause harm to you," he said. I was beyond furious but before I could continue my rampage, Elrond said "Calm down, child. We will talk later." I nodded and just before opening the door, Lady Galadriel said "I will walk with you."

I was shocked. Even only walking near her was a privilege. As we walked, she said "I can sense your fear, please, you have nothing to be afraid of." I quickly apologised "I truly apologise, it is just that walking with you is such a privilege. I'm just shocked that I have the change to do it." Lady Galadriel smiled and said "You shouldn't think yourself to be worse than anyone else. You have both elven and dwarvish blood in you, be proud, there aren't many who could say that." I felt a warming feeling inside me. As we walked, Lady Galadriel said "Be ready. There will be many changes coming in you life." I was shocked and asked "Changes?" She nodded and said "Both good and bad." Then she left with a smile. Lady Galadriel was mysterious, yes but this was unexpected.

It was the beginning of spring when Elrond invited all the Rivendell elves to the court-yard. He announced that the Great Elven-King Thranduil will be visiting us in a few days. All the elves told tales about his great victories, his wealth, his power. All the elleths said that he was beyond gorgeous and they dreamed to only get a glimpse from the King. They say elves are peaceful creatures but what I have witnessed, has shown me otherwise. When otherwise elleths are known as wise and peaceful, waiting for the right one, then now they would have given away all their beliefs to only be with the King, even for just a little while. I, too, had heard tales about his magnificence but it had never mattered to me. A king can have all the power in the world, but his heart may still be poisoned.

In a few days the Elven-King arrived. Everybody was greeting him, but yet I was sleeping. Some would call it respectful, but with the whole elves of Rivendell, who would see me missing? As I woke up, I walked up to the training area near the barracks. Mallath was suprised to see me. No wonder, other elleths spend their day getting ready, making new dresses, trying out new hairstyles, for that Elrond had hosted a party for the Great Elven-King. "Why are you here?" Mallath asked. "To train." Mallath almost snorted and that was rare for a elf. "Well, I can't be suprised. You do act more like an elf and even they are getting ready," he said. "Hey, don't mock me!" I laughed and then asked "Why aren't you getting ready then?" Mallath sighed and said "I'm on duty tonight. Elrond doubled the guards. He thinks the King might attract uninvited quests." Then suddenly he smiled and said "I suppose you are better off training anyways." I asked why and he answered "You may be good in fighting, but never with people, my lady.

After a few fight, where most ended up with my sword on Mallath's throat, I suddenly heard a deep voice behind me "You should fight with someone more suitable to you." As I turned around, I noticed a tall elf with long white hair. He had a silver robe on but you could see, that he was fit. A warrior, maybe? He had a big crown on his head. Wait, a crown? I noticed how Mallath bowed as soon as he talked. I watched the tall elf again and only then I realised that I was face to face with the Great Elven-King himself. I quickly bowed, hoping that I didn't insulted him. The king actually seemed amused. I tried to look confident but in the inside my hear was bumping so loudly I was afraid the King would hear it. My hands were shaking. I asked the King "Who do you have in mind?" He smirked and said "Me, my little elleth." I was shocked for so many things. He wanted to fight me. I was no match to a King, who had probably faced more battles than my age. The little remark shocked me too. "My little elleth." Was this normal for a King to say?

Mallath then said "My lord, we can find somebody more suitable to you than her.." but he was interrupted by the King's strong voice "Are you questioning me?" Mallath was always strong, afraid of nothing but now as he tried to apologised, there was only a mumble. "Leave!" the King yelled. Mallath almost ran away, leaving me and the Elven-King alone. If I had thought before, that there was no way I could be any more nervous, then I was mistaken. As he left, I felt as the earth was crumbling beneath me. The King circeled around me and asked "Well, are you ready?" He did want to fight me. I couldn't say no to a request like that and I nodded. The Elven-King took of his crown. He noticed my suprise and said "A crown is never good in a fight." Then he took out his sword and smirked "Well, go on, try."

He blocked every swing I made with my sword. It almost seemed to easy to him. In one moment he had my sword on the ground and he was behind me, holding me thight. "That's why you should fight with someone stronger. You might actually learn something." I nodded and tried to walk away but he didn't let go. "Be sure, you'll be at the party today. It is going to be remerable." Then he took his crown and walked away.

I walked aimlessly to my room. My head was empty. The Elven-King had this even bad aura, that compells you to him, to think about him. I didn't hated him, but I did despise him because of the incident in Erebor. Two mades were standing next to my door. "We are here to set you ready for the party, my lady." I laughed and said "I do know, how to get myself ready." One of them seemed to panic and she said "Please, my lady, Elrond commanded us." I sighed and let them in. They set my bath ready and as I was covered with different oils, the elleth-maid, Lilith asked me "What do you think of the Great Elven-King?" I answered "Nothing, I only know the stories not the elf behind them." Briefly I thought about telling them about my fight with the Elven-King but then Lilith said "If only I could talk to him. I would give everything up to only have a moment with him." Poof, good moment gone. As I said, they were ecstatic about the King.

Suddenly somebody knocked on the door. The other maid went to open it and came back with a box. The box itself was already a present as it was covered in jewels. "Open it, my lady, please," Lilith said. I opened the box and what was inside, was amazing. It was a silver dress, that seemed to glimmer in every light. It looked like it was covered with stars. There was a note saying "A thousand stars and still you are the one to light my heart." I heard Lilith sighing lovily. She giggled and said "Well, put it on. It is perfect for tonight." Finally I was ready and I was shocked. For once in my life I thought I looked beautiful. The dress was just the right one, showing out my curves.

I walked to the main-hall of Rivendell, where the party was hosted. As I walked in the doors, Elven-King and Elrond stood up and everybody became quiet. I was shocked, because now everybody was watching me. Elrond smiled and then announced " Today is a party to celebrate the Elven-King Thranduil's arrival. I am happy to announce that it is also a party to celebrate Thranduil's courting with Rafina. You are the first one's to get to see the Mirkwood's new queen."

My mind was empty. It couldn't be. It seemed like the ground was falling underneath me and Thranduil seemed to realise it, because the next moment he was beside me and had his arm around my waist, supporting me. I should have said something but there was no voice coming out of me. I was beyond shocked. Me, the Mirkwood's new queen? I felt as if I was in a dream and I couldn't even decide, if it's a good or a bad. "Celebrate, the elves of Rivendell, for that I will celebrate even more with my loved one!" Thranduil said, as we sat down. There was more food than I could have imagined but i coulnd't eat. This could not be happening. I was to be wed with the Great Elven-King himself. I needed to get some air.

As I run outside, I could hear Thranduil's footsteps behind me. I sat down near the gates of Rivendell, where there was a garden full of roses. Soon there he was, the Elven-King. "Why did you run away?" he asked. "I needed to think," I answered. He sat down next to me and said "You are soon to be in a royal family. Acting like this is forbidded." I almost laughed and said "Who said I want to be in your stupid royal family?" Thranduil seemed to be displeased "I did and you will accept it." Then he pulled me up from my seat and as we walked back to the hall in a quick pace, he whispered "Never fight back, you are to be mine.

The rest of the night was dull. Thranduil was talking business with Elrond and I was to sit there. I had never been so happy when they finally announced that the party was to end. Thranduil asked the guards to escort me to my room. As I sat down in my bed, I realised, there was no way I could sleep. There was much to progress. What would my father say, if he'd knew who I'm going to marry? I didn't have the courage to even think about it. I knew, that whatever I would do, it still wouldn't help. You can not say no to a king.