The Last Heir of Isildur

een. After a day's travel, the fifteen fellows campe

lgar at times, but they were also sweet and with a tender heart. However, the thing she liked the most was their happiness, she didn't understand how they could be so cheerful a

e and began to cook dinner. Arya dropped her things a few feet from the others, placing them betwe

old that far from the fire. Come closer,

ice at he

y, if she didn't get close may

the young woman to giggle a

I put myself here

if they had known her for just a day. They thought she was a sweet and kind girl with an easy laugh. The only downside they found in her was her pri

had read a lot about hobbits while at Rivendell, she had learned that they were lively and sociable creatures, dedicated to a simple life, mostly rural, which was why she was wondering how such a person ended up in a similar venture. Bilbo, although, seemed different fr

il

im with his gaze lost in the void, an

nk you,

led at her, ta

ing all

is side, you could sense ge

k you. I was just l

were you

be like to stay

ring his gaze, a tone of

ou stay, why

d him, being careful n

e right th

in those words the confirmation of what she had previously thought: Bilbo was different from

ing in Rivendell, I mea

didn't talk much about her past, but his was simple

ng, I wo

cati

mornings studying the history of Middle Earth, its geography, the people who li

wouldn't be a bad idea if someone

started listening to the conversation. The dwarves

hey,

g to be offended, only to join th

same soup, lunch and dinner, every day! I'm start

cont

ou want to eat

hear it described in that way. Those words started another chorus

take Bombur's plac

stepp

ng, and what little I do know

? Where

, full of

teach me something

retted asking that question, how could he not have figured it out himself?! Why had he had to ask?! Fortunately, though, not all

ss. Arya clung between Fili and Kili, searching for a comfortable position to sleep, although she kne

et his name and never forgive her mother's killer. But now, her only aim was to escape and hide, to try to save herself, to survive. Hope was short and darkness was advancing; she was now surrounded. She never felt so much fear as at that moment: what would it have been like to die? What would have happened to her brother? To her father? To her friends? To her people? Arya

Her mother. Azog. That flame. Her brother. Her brother, yes, but Aragorn wasn't dead and Arya knew that well, that dream t

ng woman didn't realize that

? You were deliriou

rf next to her call

it was just a bad dream, I di

mile, then lowering her head trying to forget, or at least

ologize, it must have been

towards her and welcomed her into his arms, trying to reassure h

to talk

categorical no: only knowing her could he help her. He decided not to insist, and let her lie beside him, allowing her to

the two young people, in fact, committed themselves to avoid talking a

continue, bent on finding a refuge, when the group was split, being on the knees of one of the titans. Arya clung to the wall, acting as a human shield to Kili before being crushed against the mountainside. The members of the company th

e's A

h terror in his eyes.

me! She protected m

g archer

find he

ofur i

er, she's hangi

e, Ba

orin, beh

I go

. Without much effort the dwarf managed to lift her up, Arya didn't weigh much after all, and p

Are you

imed when

quite a sca

ing her arm to check

but I'm fine, really. I just fo

ghed, getting a nasty look

tecting my brother

the presence of the hobbit, who was still concerne

asn't your fault, you co

come attached to anyone in such a short time. He made her feel, in some way,

rupted by a sudden crac

that suppo

nor the girl had time to formulate hypotheses that