Transmigrate to the world of The Lord of the Rings?

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The night passed like the autumn breeze, refreshing the faces of Aldril and Tauriel, whose bodies lay curled up like a newlywed couple. They had not yet consummated the act that would unite them, but in their hearts, they were already one.

The warm rays of the sun caressed their faces, illuminating and highlighting their beauty. Aldril's hair, black as night, danced in harmony with Tauriel's reddish-brown locks, as if dusk and night coexisted in the same moment.

Feeling the warmth that touched him like a mother's embrace, Aldril opened his eyes and quickly glanced around, only for his gaze to be captured by the figure nestled in his arms. Tauriel, like an autumn leaf, had gently fallen into the warmth of his body.

"I suppose we can now present ourselves as a couple," Aldril murmured with a half-smile.

'Should I wake her?' he wondered, but he didn't need to decide: the elf, sensing his movement, gently opened her eyes, only to find her man gazing at her with affection.

With a growing smile, Tauriel separated herself from his arms.

"Good morning," she said as she stretched gracefully, accentuating the curves of her figure and raising her chest.

That vision, meant for Aldril's eyes alone, left him momentarily entranced. However, a nearby whinny forced him to look away: the two steeds were approaching with calm steps.

"Good morning, my friend," Aldril said to Shadow Star, who neighed with vitality, returning his master's greeting.

The steed was in a good mood. A very good mood. The mare he had taken as a companion was strong, resilient, and surely, he thought with animal pride, would be an excellent mother to his offspring.

The morning brought landscapes that, in the modern world, would easily be considered wonders. The purity of the air was almost tangible, and the vivid green of the meadows whispered tranquil melodies with each brush of the wind. The dew refreshed the environment, and there in the distance, adorning the horizon with its imposing presence, rose Erebor and the Iron Hills, home of Dain.

Fortunately, Aldril had learned the coveted cleansing magic.

Gandalf had left without teaching it to him, but Vala Vairë wove a different destiny: one that led him to learn it from one of the oldest elves still dwelling in Middle-earth. Thalwen, a walking library, with many spells for daily life as well as some for combat support, did not hesitate to teach him everything she could during his short stay in Mirkwood.

With a few whispered words in Quenya Elvish, his body and garments were left clean, as if he had taken a refreshing bath. Naturally, he also cast the spell on Tauriel, who thanked him with a loving kiss on the cheek.

Thus, both, together with their steeds, rode across the vast prairie, leaving behind the Lonely Mountain, the Iron Hills, and Mirkwood, which would sooner or later once again shine with its former verdant splendor.

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Their journey was not without danger. Even in that open and peaceful environment, hidden threats rose among distant rocks, where packs of Wargs gathered in deep caves.

Upon detecting the presence of potential prey, they did not hesitate to attack with fierce determination.

But it all ended with their death.

Tauriel's skill, combined with the bow Belthronding, her father's legacy, allowed her to fire lethal arrows that struck down more than two Wargs with a single shot. On top of that, the latent blessing of Oromë had enhanced every aspect of her being; she could easily lift a Warg and throw it as if it were a mere rag.

But the most lethal of all was Aldril, whose dragon blood boiled with rage at such simple beasts daring to attack an apex predator.

It was enough for him to unsheathe Anguirel to perform the death dance of his master, Malenia. Each movement was a lesson, an opportunity to perfect the most subtle details that only combat could refine.

Shadow Star also contributed. He fiercely defended Silivren from the Wargs that dared to attack them. His skin, as tough as steel, easily withstood claws and bites, only to then lift his attackers and crush their skulls beneath his powerful hooves.

This was a relief for Aldril and Tauriel, who no longer had to worry about the safety of their steeds; the worst-case scenario, seeing them injured or dead, was now out of the question.

"Tauriel!" shouted Aldril, as he kicked a Warg and sent it flying toward her.

Tauriel had just decapitated another with her sword, but upon seeing the new threat flying toward her, she didn't flinch. On the contrary, she loved coordinating with Aldril, showing just how perfectly in sync they were even in combat.

Stepping on the still-warm body of the dead Warg, she leapt into the air. The strength in her legs launched her over six meters high.

With a precise slash, she split the Warg in two while still airborne. Its intestines rained down onto the grass, dyeing the green prairie in a deep red.

"That was the last one," said Tauriel with a sigh, gazing at the carnage surrounding them.

There was no trace of emotion on her face; those were dark creatures, servants of the Dark Lord. They deserved no compassion.

"That's the fifth pack this week," Aldril complained, sheathing Anguirel with frustration.

"Let's hope it's the last one," replied Tauriel. It wasn't fear they felt, but a growing weariness at the constant stalking of such beasts.

"Oh, without a doubt, that was the last pack!" suddenly interrupted a cheerful and boastful voice.

Both turned toward the source of the sound, on alert. What they saw left them puzzled: a man of medium height, with a rounded face and eyes that shone like blue stars.

He tapped a melody as he bounced lightly, his golden beard swaying with each step. He wore an immaculate blue jacket, so pristine it seemed untouched by the wear of time. His yellow boots, plainly visible, repelled all filth as if even blood refused to stain them.

But the most striking feature was his hat: wide-brimmed, crowned with a long, radiant white feather. It shone with such purity it could be mistaken for an angel's plume, radiating an almost divine glow.

The appearance of this man pushed Aldril's alertness to the limit. His sharp senses never allowed anyone to approach unnoticed, and his dragon blood vibrated in the presence of danger even before it revealed itself.

Yet this stranger had completely eluded his perception, as if the very world made room for him without announcement.

The most unsettling part, however, was what Aldril felt deep inside: not fear, but... respect? Something within him whispered that with this man, he could let his guard down.

The newcomer paused his tapping for a moment, inspecting Aldril from head to toe while nodding slightly, as if recognizing an old connection.

"You look a lot like that little rascal," he murmured cheerfully, before turning to Tauriel with an even wider smile.

"You've grown so much! Just look at you! I still remember when you were no bigger than a muffin!" he nodded with satisfaction as he bounced closer to Tauriel.

She watched him at first with a frown, but her alert stance slowly softened. In her eyes, a flicker of recognition flashed like a sudden bolt through the shadows of memory.

"Do we know each other?" she asked, her voice restrained, almost disbelieving.

The newcomer stopped in his tracks. His cheerful face transformed into a comical mask of feigned offense.

"Oh, don't say that! Don't you remember who raised you during your first year? Oh, poor me! My dear Goldberry would be heartbroken if she were here!" he exclaimed, placing an exaggerated hand over his chest.

He paused dramatically, then smiled again.

"Let's see if this refreshes your memory!" he said before singing a lullaby:

Sleep now, little blossom beneath the moon's light,

under the branches that hum through the night.

Rivers are whispering, the wind drifts away,

dreaming of sweetness till dawn breaks the day.

Stars from the heavens come down to peek,

Rest now in peace, no danger will sneak.

With moss and with ferns I cradle you still,

the world shall guard you, for I am Bomba....

Tauriel's eyes widened with surprise. Something stirred inside her, a fragment of memory emerged. She remembered very little from her first year of life, but a vague recollection surfaced. Her mother, Thalwen, once told her she had been raised by one of the most mysterious beings in all of Arda.

"Tom Bombadil!"

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Filthy orcs!! Just to remind you, Tauriel was only a short time in the care of Goldberry, Tom Bomabdil's wife, which is why he knows her and is fond of her.

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