Transmigrate to the world of The Lord of the Rings?

[General POV]

-Hours Earlier-

A loud neigh, like thunder heralding a storm, echoed through the confines of the valley. The guards on watch observed in the distance a horse galloping, black as the night. Even from afar, its magnificence and beauty were evident, leaving them captivated instantly. They paid no mind to the rider atop it, as their attention remained fixed on the horse.

"Excuse me," said Gandalf, pulling the sentinels from their trance. Startled, they jolted as though pricked by a needle, abruptly snapping out of their reverie.

"What brings you here, old man?" one of the guards asked calmly. Gandalf's ragged clothing made him appear like a beggar, likely from some distant village. Despite the brusqueness of the words, they treated him with as much tact as they could muster.

Sighing with relief at arriving in time, Gandalf allowed himself a few moments to recover from the minor ache in his backside caused by Shadowstar's rough ride, a horse worthy of its lineage, descended from Felaróf.

"I bring dire news," Gandalf began, introducing himself. "I am Gandalf, the Grey Wizard. I need to enter and speak with King Thranduil." He addressed the hidden elves nestled within the ruins of the crumbling towers; his keen eyes had already spotted them.

The guard, perplexed, glanced to his right at his younger companion, who appeared equally unsure of what to do. They were at a loss. How does one handle such a situation? They knew of wizards, but their memories about them were faint and incomplete.

"We'll handle it," said a warm and gentle voice from behind them. A few chestnut locks appeared, heralding the arrival of an elf of Mirkwood, accompanied by three others. "Enter, Mithrandir; we will guide you to our king," the elf said.

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"An army from Dol Guldur?" Thranduil asked, his voice betraying a storm of emotions stirring within. "I fear the dark magic clouding those lands prevents me from seeing beyond," he continued. Not long ago, Gandalf, known to them as Mithrandir, had arrived with terrible news.

Thranduil, a wise king, chose to believe him despite his animosity toward wizards, owing to Saruman's arrogance and the enigmatic blue wizards. These wizards could be many things, but they were not liars, especially the one standing before him.

"Trust the Grey Wizard; he is the most reasonable of the five," Thalwen, his wife, had once said. She had known Mithrandir for years and, in her wisdom, never doubted his words. "We must prepare for conflict," Thranduil said, turning his gaze to Bard, who had been summoned at his request and now stood deep in thought.

"If an army of orcs is coming, I fear it will be a difficult battle," Bard said as he finally emerged from his musings. Why fight and not flee? He wasn't a fool; he knew that if the orcs took Erebor, there would be no hope for his people. Thus, they would have to fight.

"The walls are still strong, but if trolls accompany them, they will fall," Aldril interjected, drawing the attention of those present. Gandalf's arrival had been a welcome surprise, but there would be time for greetings later.

Nodding at Aldril's words, Thranduil fell silent for a few moments. "How long do you estimate before they arrive?" he asked Gandalf, who furrowed his brow in thought.

"One or two days," Gandalf replied, making Thranduil's frown deepen further. Once again, the king found himself weighing the best course of action. Bard, too, frowned with visible frustration.

"We can hold them off," Bard said. "Orcs are known to be clumsy with their weapons," he continued, only to be interrupted by Thranduil.

"They may be clumsy and lack combat skill, but their numbers will overwhelm us. It's the only strategy they've used for years," Thranduil remarked. A mist of memories dimmed the bright blue light of his eyes.

"We might withstand them if we had additional help," Gandalf interrupted, drawing everyone's attention. His gaze lingered on Aldril, whose eyes widened as he appeared to grasp Gandalf's plan.

However, the others did not understand. "Who?" Bard asked, his brow furrowed in thought as he tried to recall any force that might aid them. Thranduil, on the other hand, took only a few moments to comprehend what the wizard meant.

"The dwarves," Aldril finally said, prompting a nod from Gandalf.

"It's only a group of 12 dwarves and a hobbit. I doubt they'll make much of a difference," Bard retorted, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Thorin is not stupid; he has probably already requested help," Aldril reminded them, prompting a disdainful grimace from Thranduil.

"The closest force is his cousin, Dáin Ironfoot," Gandalf interjected, sharing vital information. "The Iron Hills are his territory, just two days from Erebor. If we can hold out, the dwarves can assist us. They won't let the orcs take their kingdom."

"The problem will be making that stubborn dwarf understand," Thranduil replied, his palpable frustration evident in his voice.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll speak with him," Aldril said, drawing the attention of everyone around him. Thranduil nodded in agreement, trusting Aldril and recognizing his closer relationship with the dwarf. Bard, however, hesitated before finally breaking the tense silence.

"I'll go with you," Bard declared.

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"We need to talk, Aldril," Dwalin said, dampening the cheerful atmosphere among the dwarves. Reluctantly, the others stepped aside, leaving the two alone.

Nodding, Aldril focused on Dwalin. "I'm listening," he said, motioning toward a seat, though Dwalin declined.

"I'll get straight to the point," Dwalin said, taking a deep breath to muster his courage. Aldril's presence had changed, he now felt like a predator eyeing its prey. Those amber-honey eyes locked onto him, and for a moment, Dwalin thought he saw something draconic in Aldril's pupils. Was it the gaze of a dragon? He dismissed the thought, attributing it to lingering trauma from their encounter with Smaug.

"Did you steal or take the Arkenstone?" Dwalin asked hesitantly.

"Did I steal or take the Arkenstone?" Aldril repeated incredulously. "Is that why you're here? To ask me something so absurd?" His voice was tinged with clear irritation. Rarely did Aldril lose his temper, but being accused of theft struck a nerve. Didn't these dwarves know him better? He might have entertained fleeting thoughts of pocketing some gold, but it never went beyond that.

The silence that followed was uncomfortable, and Aldril shook his head in exasperation. "I was in a battle with Smaug. I didn't have time to touch your stupid gem," he explained. "Go and tell Thorin I'll speak with him tomorrow. An orc army is approaching, and we need more warriors."

"An orc army!" Kíli exclaimed, standing abruptly. He looked to his brother, who furrowed his brow in deep thought. Dwalin, too, frowned, Aldril's words confirming that he hadn't taken the Arkenstone. It was believable; he hadn't had the opportunity to even glance at the treasure while fighting Smaug.

Understanding the gravity of the news, Dwalin offered an apologetic gesture. "In that case, I need to report this," he said, addressing the two brothers. "Let's go, Kíli, Fíli. We must deliver this message quickly."

Kíli glanced at Gandalf and Aldril. "We'll catch up later," he said with a smile.

"We look forward to hearing how you faced the dragon," Fíli added, mirroring his brother's expression.

Aldril nodded with a faint smile. "You can count on it." With that, he watched as the dwarves slipped away from their temporary dwelling. Beside him, Gandalf puffed leisurely on his iconic pipe.

"they didn't even say goodbye to me," Gandalf remarked, breaking the silence. Aldril paused, then both burst into hearty laughter.

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"I'm off to sleep, Gandalf. My mind is a mess, and I need rest," Aldril said after recounting his experience with Smaug. He intended to focus on something important in his system, now that he had the chance.

"Same here. It's been an exhausting journey," Gandalf replied, settling into a makeshift bed. "Goodnight, Aldril. Tomorrow will be a busy day," he added before quickly falling into a deep sleep, a skill Aldril envied, along with Gandalf's knack for magically tidying things.

Shaking his head with a wry smile at the wizard's swift slumber, Aldril lay down on his improvised bed and closed his eyes. He turned his attention inward, focusing on his system, which only seemed to engage during critical moments. A notification appeared, startling him so much that he nearly leapt up in disbelief.

[Attribute Points: 50]

[World Exploration: 9.5%]

[You have obtained the dragon's blood. Your elven blood has awakened. Your statuses have leveled up.]

[Strength LV 5] [Constitution LV 5] [Agility LV 5] [Mentality LV 5]

[Skill: Universal Language; Military Survival LV2; Dancing Star LV2; Archery LV3]

[Talent: Good Fingers (Special Skill) Hawk's Sight (Skill)]

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Filthy orcs!!

Sorry for the delay, the illness wanted to keep me away from you, but I resisted! 

I am better for those who ask, the headache has left me in peace, I will be able to write more calmly.

I also want to share with you my joy and sadness, it may not interest you, but I want to share it, I have started to write my own story, soon I hope to upload the first chapter, I want to receive your constructive criticism and if you like it.

The other is the sadness of knowing that no one in my family has seen with good eyes that I dedicate myself to this, many are skeptical, especially it is painful to receive hurtful comments from my mother, who has never given me words of encouragement, since childhood has always compared me with others, every achievement of mine has dismissed her....

well, enough of whining, we are orcs and we are free, follow whoever you like, don't let words stop you, even if they come from your most precious ones, don't abandon your dreams to be like the rest of the others.

A hug from the author, thank you for being with me in this story, I will be more constant, let's be at the top of this damn page! by the way, the first two chapters have been updated, in these days I will correct the others until chapter fifteen. 

See the first five chapters of feanor's son's fic and 15 preview chapters of this fic. "[email protected]/Mrnevercry"