Cold northern winds swept over a old tall man.
His white beard swaying in the wind, his staff a strong support in these inhospitable lands.
It has been weeks, and Gandalf the white has moved from the army ahead towards Moria where a ancient evil was stirring.
Climbing back into the top of the mountain where he once fought the Balrog.
There he would decent down into the bowls of Moria.
Hopefully finding the weakend Sauron so he may banish him once again from Arda.
As he made his way towards the top he saw a lookout with four orcs securing the entrance.
Sneaking up towards them he hid himself behind a mount of snow.
There he could hear them speaking in the black tongue.
"Damn Frank thinking he ises all that, just because he gotet to undergo the ascension before usus."
"Yea itses bloody unfairer, only becauses we solded him out to the prinsesses he sentes us to this baren mountain topes."
"Welles our replacementes are coming soonest then we canes be warm inside Gaines."
Listening to this Gandalf keeps silent, he has heard some very important pieces of information.
First is this ascension they were speaking of.
Aperently this Frank has gained some very high standing by undergoing it.
He would need to understand what this was so that he would be prepared.
He would wait until the guard changed before taking them out.
Otherwise Moria would be alarmed when they found the dead guards.
Soon the guard change was done right on time, what indicated that the army of Moria was highly structured with a good Chain of command.
Gandalf looked out of his cover seeing the new guard settle in the outpost he made his move.
Before they could utter a sentence a flashing light blinded them.
Then the carnage started Gandalf moved fast way faster than a man of his age should move, and lopped of the head of the first orc with his elven sword.
He than moved towards the second guard, who just pulled out his weapon.
Swinging his white staff he crushed his head.
The last two got up and charged to the seemingly fragile man, but were cut down by the old man skill.
Now having made the entrance clear of enemy sentry's, Gandalf moved into Moria.
He would need to make headway, before the next guard change would find out about his infiltration.
Moving down the deep shaft's en caves of Moria he soon found the first signs of Activity.
In a great Hall he heard dwarves singing while working and repairing the halls.
He quickly hid behind a wall looking out just enough to see what was going on.
There he saw them the dwarves shackled and working hard.
About one orc overseeing ten dwarves.
'well this explains why Thorin lll sent his army without any hesitation'
'a lot of his people have been taken here from Erebor and the Iron mountains.'
But what felt strange to Gandalf was that they did not seem unhappy there was a spark in their eyes.
You might even call it hope, or ambition.
Gandalf did not think about it further he had his mission and he would forefill it.
He sulked in the shadows moving right out of sight of the overseers.
As he moved deeper and deeper he heard a young girl singing.
Thinking he was imagining things he kept moving forward.
But the singing got louder and soon he saw where it came from.
"Mud is good mud is nice, smear it in your hair as long as daddy doesn't mind.🎶"
"Mommy is asleep and uncle is away so nobody gets to scold me🎶 "
Gandalf was baffled in front of him a small girl was playing in the mud entirely unsupervised.
Wait that is not the point, why was she in the deep dark orc infested Bowles of Moria.
He moved quickly scooping her up before a orc could find and kill her.
Vysesa had been playing when she had ditched her escort guards.
This way they could not stop her from playing with the mud.
She had tried before but they stopped her every time saying things like: that is not something royalty should do and the like.
Utter bumpfelbee according to her.
But just when she was enjoying herself she got scooped up by a white haired grandpa.
She had felt his presence earlier, but he gave har the same feeling her dad did so she was not alarmed.
And he did not seem to have any bad intentions so when he went of sprinting with her in his arms she just let him do as he pleased.
Having moved fast Gandalf was out of breath his mortal shell was holding him back.
But he quickly collected himself, brushing his long white strands of hair back.
Vysesa watched this quietly waiting for him to be done.
Having caught his breath Gandalf turned his attention to the young girl.
"What are you doing here it's dangerous.!"
Vysesa got a bit scared by his outburst and tears started forming in her eyes.
She knew she was wrong and should not have escaped her guards.
Thinking she was caught by one of her father's man she looked guilty at the ground.
Gandalf knew he should not have snapped at her and apologized.
"I am sorry little one, I was just worried.
The dark forces here are many and I was afraid that something might happen."
He crouched down to her eye level taking a good look at the mud covered creature.
He could identify her as a a human but one with a very powerful bloodline, like the Dunadan but different.
Her eyes were a deep purple flowing with power untapped.
He could feel a great power dwelling inside her, surprising him.
This child was one of great power, not as powerful as the hero's of old yet.
But she would outclass them all by the time she was fully grown.
"What are you doing here child, where are your parents."
"Oh I live here and mommy is asleep right now."
"But I can bring you to daddy."
Hearing this Gandalf was thinking deeply.
He has never heard of humans with her bloodline and characteristics like her eye and hair colour.
Beside that she could easily be mistaken for a elf if not for her destinctly human ears.
Could a sub human species thrive deep down in the earth?
One created by his father as he never heard of his siblings creating them.
Well he would find out soon enough.
"Alright please bring me to your father."
and so they moved.
No orc got in their way as Gandalf made sure of that.
What he didn't know was that this little child walking with him was royalty around here, and no orc dared come close.
Even when they saw the two they ran away afraid they caught her eye.
Beside their was no Threat to her in Moria, beside her father no no could put her in her place.
Not because she was the princess but because of her blood magic making her dreaded all around.
But soon they made it to Mairons workshop.
As the dirty Vysesa walked inside a shocked voice sounded.
"Vysesa what have you done?, why are you so covered in mud?"
Gandalf hearing the voice as he walked inside after knocking (he has manner's)
Was puzzled, the voice brought back very old memories of a time before the fall when all were still singing and making music for their father and creator.
Seeing the man picking up the strange girl it hit him.
While the features were a bit different having deep white hair and purple eyes there was no mistaking it.
"Sauron unhand that child right away!!"