Good day/evening/ whatever time it may be dear reader. I have tried my hand with a new story as I have become quite bored.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Hobbit.

Our story begins on our world. Assuming you and I are both homo-sapiens from planet Earth. Equally, I shall assume that the two of us are in the same dimension, as we shall experience only this one and one other in our time together.

This tale is of woe, destiny, love and heart-wrenching dea— a well I guess I'll leave that all for later. For now, I shall introduce you to our lovely protagonist and main focal point of this storyline.

Almárëa Eversire.

Yes, a strikingly odd name to you and I; however, this name is purposeful and has much meaning. Or at least her first name is of importance. I don't except you to know its origins and meanings, but you should know one thing, dear mind-adventurer, her name is not of this realm, dimension, et cetera, et cetera. Ahem. Now before we embark on this voyage of two minds that were fated to meet to witness the happenings of our dear friend, I shall grant you a small amount of information.

Our young lady is, or at one point was, an orphan. Abandoned on the Eversires' land she was found clothed in a beige piece of cloth, not a peep coming from her. The poor, young couple was frightened that she had died, as they had been harvesting crops all day and had just now reached her hiding spot on the edge of the small forest that bordered their farm and ranching land to the west. To the contrary, as Dina — our demure farmwife, picked up the swaddled babe, she began a hiccup like cry that was as frail as a frosted blossom after a thaw.

At discovering that the child was alive, the couple searched desperately for any signs of the mother that could have left her there. They searched for two and a half hours all around their farmstead. As Dina and Alexander met back at the babe's first location, they decided to give up the search and go back to their cottage.

Dina was a skinny, but toned and energetic woman. She could bail hay until it was time to bring the cows in. Her feet were steady and thick with rough pads blackened by barefooted work and many winters. Her hazel eyes were light and dull, unable to see anything twenty yards in front of her, but really nothing about our dear farmwife was special. Her hair was a mousy brown, but had once been a dark cherry at birth, and thanks to her labor and time in the sun it had lost its dark gloss and drummed up a light brown to match her skin tone. She rarely spoke out of turn, even to her husband Alex.

Alex wasn't much of a catch either. He was an average height, burly, dark haired, eyed and skinned from work. He sported several scars and calluses from his ranch work and several accidents. He and Dina had been determined to make a living like their parents had, and they had succeeded thus far. But in one area they were sadly lacking.

Dina was infertile.

The day the poor girl had learned the fate of her blood line she wept. She wept when Alex came in from town; she wept when she heard the children run down the street to the schoolhouse; she wept when they found her. Dina had been over-joyed after a month had passed and no one had come to find their little treasure. It had taken some convincing, but Alex had bent to the shy will of his wife. She had given little hints, and cooed to the babe every time she passed the makeshift cradle.

That is how our dear friend came to grow and live among the farmsteads of our world.

Fair-haired and pale skinned, the young child stood out amongst the other children. They gawked at her looks, her nose pointed and turned up at the end. Her blazing cerulean eyes pierced the surroundings and seemed to peer deep into the depths of the children's souls for truth, honor and loyalty. These qualities she barely found in the young ones; or the adults. The only people she felt she could truly have faith in were her dear parents.

Now my friend, surely you see why she is our focal point. No? Well then, let me continue to elaborate on our maiden.

She terrified the townspeople. Why? Because she was clever and intuitive. She would sit still and listen. Compile and remember — everything. Her vast knowledge of everything and everyone scared the willies out of them. Our dear Dina had to take her out of school when the youth had started arguing that the teacher was explaining something wrong. For fear of the townspeople stoning or harming the young, quiet child, the Eversires decided to let her teach herself at home. And that is where she expanded her mind to encompass even more subjects and concepts even her parents did not comprehend. By the human age of thirteen, Almárëa knew of astrophysics and the inner workings of calculus. After learning textbook materials, the young blonde grew bored and asked Dina to teach her the womanly aspects of life.

At the age of eighteen, the youth had learned everything her town and parents had to offer. All she could do was wait and watch the world outside. Nature was the one thing she never studied. An ingrained sixth-sense, her mother would happily declare. This sense lead her to walks in the forest. She would look at everything and anything to comprehend its purpose and life.

Dear mind-wanderer, now do you see? Our youngling had to wait a mere two more years before her fate took her captive and swept her away.

Unfortunately, her journey wasn't that of any pleasant manner. She was gruesomely ripped from the fabric of our realm to be thrust into that which only she could alter the path of.

And here, our story begins with precious Almárëa's death…

Please, reader, review and let me know what you think.

And if you think I should continue - by all means let me know for I am curious. If I am able I will make a poll. If enough wanderers like you want me to continue our tale, then I shall.