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The Hobbit/LOTR: Another Age of Evil Beginnings { Elven & Angel }

Bard looked at the mountain, then back to the she-elf. "We wouldn't. What gold is in that mountain, is cursed", the bargeman simply said to her in light grim. "We only take what was promised to us, and use it to rebuild our lives", he continued after picking up some sticks from the ground, and hands them to one of the Lakemen. "We head for Dale; we can take refuge there", Bard told the people nearest of him.

Saeril looked up in his direction, as he never looked at her. Sighing, she only moved towards him until she was about a few feet away. "New friends?", she echoed. "Who said all of them were my true friends? Only a few of them were", the she-elf answered him, but knew it was going off the point. Looking down at the ground, she thought for a moment. "I thought of you, Kili. Many times, I have, and I realized something", the she-elf paused. "I regretted it", she finally said. "Because, you're my new and true friend, amralime (my love)", Saeril spoke to him, ending with the same word in Khuzdul from before. She hoped that he would hear her out...

The War Of Winter ("Nine Realms' End" Sequel) { Jazz & Angel }

Perched above the two lovers, was a white owl; its feathers: stone-white, and eyes: icy-white, except with no pupils. She was indeed watching...

Back in the icy fortress, Freya had on a white mask, which appeared to have bird feathers all over it. It covered her face, except for her eyes; her pale-blue eyes, now solid white, watching her two most exceptional warriors before her. Giving a sigh, closing her eyes, and severing the connection, the Ice Queen gently removed the mask, and set it upon the arm of her throne chair. She looked into space with her cold gaze at the empty throne room.

"Guard?", Freya called in a neutral tone, but commanding, to one of her knights, who entered the room. She didn't face him, but had her back turned. "The boy and the girl. Who are they? What are their names?", she asked him, wanting to know who they were. "Which?", he asked her. Clearly, there were many boys and girls. Freya moved to the center of the room, and elegantly waved a hand before her, over the floor.

"The best ones", she answered. The generated ice on the floor began to take shape, making a table, with an ice-constructed map of the Nine Realms upon it. "Eric and Sara, my queen", now that she had their names, their forbidden act will not be tolerated in her kingdom. Coldly gazing upon the map, she set her hand above the section, showing Alfheim on it. That was when her eyes turned to their full-white. They don't know what was coming...

At that specific section where Eric and Sara were, the temperature around them began to drop, and their own breath began show coldness. The nearest water source began to freeze into ice upon the surface, and after that fully froze, it didn't stop. It began to travel over trees, flowers, bushes, and even a few animals.

The War Of Winter ("Nine Realms' End" Sequel) { Jazz & Angel }

In front of the somewhat terrified and timid children, the iced throne's platform was greeted by a figure of a tall woman, who walked from the backroom behind her throne chair. A slender figure with pale skin, and straight, snowy-white hair going down to her mid-back, she appeared and moved with such poise, her gaze remained blank and emotionless with her seemingly wide, light-blue eyes. Her clothing was so elaborate, almost like a queen's, being colored pale blue, white, and silver, almost matching the winter theme of the fortress.

Looking upon the batch of children before her, Freya traced her eyes over each of them, already noticing how fearful they must be. "How lucky you are", she spoke in a soothing voice that sounded regal and neutral, almost as if she had no feeling, but to anyone in the room, it was calm. "You're with me now, and you will never know this suffering again", Freya began to step down the small stairs before her throne, so she was standing closer to the children standing in the front row of the group.

Walking across them, while looking down before her, Freya's gaze was caught onto a boy before her. He was an young African American boy, seemingly being eleven years old. He was slightly shaking, looking down at the floor, trying to not look at her. "You are scared?", she coldly asked him. It wasn't a threat, but a half-observation, half-curious question. He visibly fidgeted a little, still not looking at her. "N-no", he stuttered meekly. "Is it your mother that you miss?", Freya calmly asked him, her voice almost sounding sympathetic, but her facials didn't shift. "Yes", he nodded his head, still not looking at her. "Yes", she echoed. "Tell me your name", she said to him, calmly. "Tull", he finally looked at her with a timid glance.

"Tull", Freya once again echoed, before gently putting her hand under his chin, guiding him to look at her. However, her gentle touch began to turn firm, as a small trail of frost began to appear from her hand, on his skin. He whimpered in pain, due to the frostbiting touch. "Love is a lie. It is a trick played by the cruel on the foolish and the weak", Freya told him in her cold, emotionless voice, as the frost continued to slowly spread on his face. "Cast it from your mind. Never let it render you frail of mind, or of will. Because in my kingdom, there is only but one rule: Do not love. It's a sin, and I'll not forgive it", she continued with slight desperation in her voice, but it was masked with her neutral mannerisms. Freya finally released him from her firm touch, and the frost slowly dissipated from his face, returning him back to his natural self. But, it did leave a scar on both sides of his chin.

"Now", she began to say to all of the children before her. "Let's hear no more of family and love. Those illusions are beneath you", Freya told them while ascending the stairs of her throne. "I have freed you from them", she added in a calm, but regal tone in her voice, as she turned to face the arrivals before her. "And in exchange for this precious gift, I ask only of one thing: your loyalty", Freya stood proudly before them, looking at each child. "You will train. You will harden. You will become my elite, my Huntsmen", as soon as she says this, the knights started to forcefully guide the children out of the throne room, while Freya watched them go with her cold gaze. The last thing they heard was her last request. "And nothing will ever, ever destroy you".

Forced back to the front part of the fortress, the children were separated and tasked to a station, where there were straw dummies, and archery targets in various spots. Certain weapons were to be used like hatchets, bows, staffs, and knives. Instructions were said to them by the knights, and for many years, they were bound as the Ice Queen's personal Huntsmen and warriors.

The Hobbit/LOTR: Another Age of Evil Beginnings { Elven & Angel }

Bard has been walking great distances to help the rest of the citizens in need of supplies. "Take only what you need, we have a long march ahead", he spoke aloud, unaware that the she-elf was near him. Finally, hearing her question, he turned to her. "There is only one place", he gestured to the mountain. Looking back at her, he went back to tying a few loose ends to a roll of wood. "What is it you know?", he asked her, after reading her expression of worry.

Saeril steered herself in flight towards her destination, and she noticed the construction, as well as the damage upon the great landscape. Seeing the hole of the gate wide open, she flew herself inside, landing inside on the rocky terrain. Looking around, she let her wings turn back into her cloak, before she began to walk, dragging the end of her cloak behind her, as she searched for her Dwarven companions. More notably, Kili. Coming upon the treasure hoard at the top of the stairwell, all the she-elf could do was gaze in shock at the mountain of Durin's enormous wealth. Letting go of her gaze upon it, Saeril moved herself to the armoury room, where a few of the dwarves were. "You're still mad, aren't you?", the she-elf solemnly asked herself that was meant for Kili. It did make sense why he wasn't present with the rest of his companions.

The Hobbit/LOTR: Another Age of Evil Beginnings { Elven & Angel }

Saeril thought to herself for a moment after her now-trusted elf friend reminded her of all the good things she had done for the dwarf twins. It was true that she had saved both of them more than once, mainly Kili. He wouldn't forget those things, but the real concern was the trust between her and him. She already broke one thing that was important to him, and the she-elf wasn't sure if he will ever forgive her. Thinking over to herself once more, Saeril eventually looked back to the mountain, and back at Mel. "You're right, mellon (friend). I need to fulfill my promise to them both, for him and his family", she said before standing up from her sitting position. She looked back at her friend. "Help Bard and his people. I'll deal with Thorin and his kin. Hopefully, I will be able to convince them to think", Saeril placed a hand on her own chest, and let it drift away towards Mel in farewell, giving a friendly smile, before turning around and walking away towards the path of the mountain. Once she was at a good distance, the she-elf let her cloak turn into her wings and flew off.

Meanwhile, at the mountain, Thorin has been losing his patience, ever since he sent his kin to recover the Arkentone. Oddly enough, the Dwarf King had no idea that his orders were tiring them out during their search, almost appearing exhausted and overworked. "Any sign of it?", Thorin's voice echoed through the treasure room. 'Nothing here' was the same response from before. "Keep searching, all of you! No one rests until it is found!", he continued to say, but unknown to him, Bilbo kept his facials at a neutral level ever since the search began...

The Hobbit/LOTR: Another Age of Evil Beginnings { Elven & Angel }

As Thorin walked around in the sea of gold, he was just staring upon it in astonishment, while being hunched over in a high king's cloak. "Gold", he suddenly and eventually spoke, but his voice wasn't calm, but instinctive and slightly hoarse. "Gold beyond measure, beyond sorrow and grief", he announced to himself, before looking up his fellow dwarves watching him. "Behold, the great treasure hoard of Thrór", he suddenly throws a piece of the treasure at Fili, who indeed catches it. "Welcome, my sister’s sons, to the Kingdom of Erebor", Fili looked at Kili with slight worry in his eyes. Something was definitely not right about their uncle and leader...

Saeril looked at her with a hint of sadness in her yellow-green eyes. "My curse...has been a burden to me, ever since Gandalf rescused me. Not to mention, ever since I watched Fili and Kili grow. I couldn't let them see me like this; if they saw my deformity, I would have been a threat to them and their kin", she was slowly telling Mel her story. "But, the things I have done, are beyond what you could possibly imagine. I fear that this is making our bond become strained, and conflicted", the she-elf looked away from her, and closed her eyes. "They don't trust me. How can I possibly have this feeling, towards them? How can I redeem the most terrible of things, Mel?", her voice was breaking. Her eyes opened once again, and looked upon the mountain.

The Hobbit/LOTR: Another Age of Evil Beginnings { Elven & Angel }

"Fili? Fili!", Bilbo ran after the dwarf Prince, until all the others followed. Going down the stone, spiral staircase, Fili gazed in astonishment at what was before him: mountains and mountains of golden treasure all over the room, covering the floor, and up to the stairs. Gaping at the great load Fili did not move from his spot when he got there. The tales were true...

Saeril looked up to the mountain in the distance once again. "It's just...you know of my curse?", the she-elf asked her now-friend. Everyone of Middle Earth knows of the winged-creature and bringer of chaos, Maleficent, but they didn't know Saeril, the last pure elf of Fangorn Forest.

Taking a horse, Legolas and Tauriel rode through the crowd and out to their intended destination.

The Hobbit/LOTR: Another Age of Evil Beginnings { Elven & Angel }

"Thorin! I tried talking to him, but he won't listen to me. He doesn't sleep, he barely eats. He's not been himself", Bilbo was now rambling to them that something was not right with their leader. Clearly, Thorin has been acting strangely lately; he's been staring at the treasure hoard day and night, and he wasn't doing anything to care for his wellbeing. It was totally unlike Thorin. "There's some kind of sickness here, a curse", the Hobbit went on, and nobody noticed Fili looking over his shoulder, but they did notice him running away down the stairs.

Saeril sighed sadly to herself when she heard Mel say that the spell was fading. "Indeed, it is", she confirmed, her voice not really happy, a bit down. It was true that the atmosphere surrounding them were full of tragedy and death. But for her, it was almost similar to a heartbreak. "Am I bad person, Mel?", she asked suddenly, after a moment of silence between them.

"An Orc stronghold in the far north of the Misty Mountains. I fear that there is something more to their simple attack on Laketown", Legolas explained before he stopped walking. He turned to face her. "I ride north. Will you come with me?", he asked her, feeling the need to.

The Hobbit/LOTR: Another Age of Evil Beginnings { Elven & Angel }

Hearing his Dwarven companions enter the mountain, and calling names, Bilbo had to stop and warn them. Ever since they entered the now-desolated kingdom, Thorin has been acting strangely lately: avoiding his kin, spending his time in the treasure room, even avoid sleeping and eating.
"Wait! Wait!", the Hobbit's voice echoed through the mountain. He was coming towards them, almost out of breath. "Stop! Stop! Stop!", his fading breathing level made his voice come into a harsh whisper. "We need to leave. We all need to leave", he simply told them, almost as if in a panic.

With her cloak on, and her headdress off, Saeril sat down on a log to tend to an young woman and her child, while wrapping a bandage around the woman's wrist. "Hold this in place", she spoke up after placing a wet rag to the child's head, before she gestured the mother to hold it in place. Standing up to pass a blanket to a man nearby, the she-elf looked down at her porcelain hands, and noticed her sharp two-inch nails shrinking into a gentle curve. The sooner the spell fades, the better.

Legolas didn't answer nor did he turn back, although he was slightly dissapointed in his cousin, who was like a sister to him. "There's more to this Orc pack than I fear, Tauriel", he said to her, before hearing her question. "The Orc that we pursued was Bolg, the spawn of Azog the Defiler", he began to explain. "A Wargpack was waiting for him on the outskirts of Esgorath, and fled to the north. These Orcs were different from the others, as they bore a mark I had not seen for a long time. The mark of Gundabad", the elf-prince finished, though there was a small hint of grim in his voice.

The War Of Winter ("Nine Realms' End" Sequel) { Jazz & Angel }

Watching the strange boy in the distance, the older brown-haired boy made a confused face, as to why this young newcomer ran away. Again, tilting his head, he didn't expect strange-looking knights to come up from behind him, and block his eyesight, after placing a pouch over his head.

Horses ran through the kingdom quickly, as men in dark armor fired arrows at the Light Elven guards. "Kill them all! Burn it!", the commander shouted as different people from each race scurried and screamed. "Burn it!", throwing torches of fire on their beautiful, lantern-lit trees, before actually ripping children of Men away from their killed parents, covering their faces with sacks, and placed them in a cell-like cart. "Come on, runt!", with Eric struggling in the knight's grip, he was forced into the cart, along with a few other children, with the sack still on his head.

With villages burned, and lives lost, Freya turned the kingdom of Alfheim into a frozen wasteland, where she built her fortress, to raise an army. Forcing the Elvenking into exile, she ruled as the Ice Queen of the North

The cart coming to a stop on the snow-covered grounds, the Knights escorted the children out one by one, before removing the sacks that were blocking their vision. Forcing them into the now-frozen palace, they stood before the throne, which was now covered in icicles and frost.