You were a mortal woman, a wanderer at heart. You could never stay in one place for too long and preferred a life of surprises and adventure. You met the Company of Thorin Oakenshield in Rivendell while passing through and deemed you would help them take back their home however you could. You grew very fond of the dwarf with the splendid hat, Bofur, throughout the journey, and soon you learned that he returned your feelings.

You and Bofur could never have worked out, however... You were too much of a wild spirit. You fought bravely in the Battle of the Five Armies and was offered a home in Erebor, but soon after the defeat of that evil, you felt the pull of the world calling to you. Bofur knew he had to let you go and so intercepted and bade you farewell when you left the Lonely Mountain one crisp morning. His eyes were sad, though in contrast, yours shone bright, your soul free once more.

"I wish you all the luck in the world, dear Y/N."

"I will never forget you."

"And I, you."