#oh and bilbo killing for the first time and standing up to Azog

[theskeletoninthegarden]

The fandom's collective decision in fic to look at Beorn's cottage in the Hobbit and decide that the Company should spend a good while there is...a very good one

[idjitlili]

Shrimp Dick Azog.

Kili x reader, requested by anon.

Summary:  Kili convinces you to to join him on hiding from his royal duties as a prince.

Word count: 2899

Warnings: Language , sorry watched Moulin rouge.

So, you hadn't actually grown up with Kili and Fili, more like bloody thrown from the sky a year ago, into their world. Not their world, middle earth. Was not the best thing you wanted, you had just been walking down the stairs with a lightsaber,why a lightsaber? You knew the answer, whether it was yours or someone else's, you knew.

Oh, the dwarves did not like that at all. Surrounding you in a circle a circle , most under average height men, one tall old man and a cute curly haired toddler. Activating the lightsaber, glowing blue, humming as you held it, several confused faces around you.

"Witch!" The men definitely did not know of the modern world, you thought you had landed right into 17th century.

"I do not know what your game is, kidnapping me , but I will use this, stay back!" Feeling like Wendy from the shining, swinging the lightsaber.

Swoosh.

Woosh

Pssshhew

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVVVVVVv

vvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvWWWVV.

Yeah wasn't long after that you were a part of the company, you had a higher purpose according to Gandalf, so be it. Okay, it would've been horrifying if you had accidentally hit one of the dwarves when you first met them, not long would they have killed you. Why? Because some how it had became real getting into this world.

Basically you were a padawan and a Jedi master at the same time, highly dangerous with no experience. Was this necessary for the Gods to do this? No it was not, however , Lili just misses Obi-wan, okay?

Being very young, not a minor, but young in the eyes of the dwarves being between the ages 60 and 300. You had been befriended by Fili and Kili quickly;even if you were shy and made friends difficultly. They welcomed you and made you feel comfortable, oh don't get me started on little Ori. He knitted you a blanket within an hour of your arrival, he wasn't just the youngest , he was the sweetest.

Kili right off the back he was a teasing, you weren't sure if he just wanted to get a hold of the lightsaber.  Of course you couldn't just be Fili or Kili's friend you had to be both, they were not just brothers, they were best friends.

You did end up being best friends with both, Kili on a slightly higher level.

At the battle of the five armies, no one stood a chance, the orcs struggled to defend themselves from the lightsaber. Though, you should've let Thorin killed Azog he would not have made it. So, you had simply cut Azogs shrimp dick off and then sliced him in half.

Thus, the battle was won, saving the line of Durin was your greater purpose.

Though, once Azog was defeated Fili and Kili had run into the ice ,unharmed mostly , towards you and their uncle. Kili had slipped pretty fast, smacking his face right into the solid ice, you were surprised he didn't break his nose. Fili went to stop but his younger brother was already back on his feet grinning larger than ever running again.

Your lightsaber still on, humming in the background, stuck out to the side. Thorin heavily breathed, his arms crossed like he was not exhausted , thankful his nephews were safe.

"Oh, OH, who did that?" Kili and Fili smiling up to their uncle and you briefly before Kili had noticed the tiny dick on the floor. Maybe Kili had trouble distinguishing what the small thing was, Fili and Thorin joining in to look. Thorin's face snapping back to yours with disgust ,sighing.

"Y/n, you cut Azogs cock off?" Jabbing Kili in his ribs, at his language , Fili had let out a snort of laughter, patting you on the back.

"I'm sorry, who killed him? Me? So,"

Kili hadn't hesitated picking up the small dick, with two fingers, holding it up to you, too close, stepping back, he had stepped forward.

"Stay back, stay back, I'll kill you with the lightsaber or I will run away with Legolas I always wanted to taste a princess's puss- STAY BACK."

The rest of the company not long after had made it to the four of you, and the shrivelled dick was taken and put on to a cocktail stick . Placed in a glass box on display to present their power towards the Orcs. You were not sure really why they thought that would be a good idea.

Imagine bomber comes in and mistakes it for cocktail sausage.

Erebor was reclaimed, you Bilbo welcome to stay for your contribution to the quest, not just because you saved their stupid arses. Anyone could have seen that was a trapped. Bilbo had went home not long after, promising he would come back, he just really wanted to check on his hole. You having nowhere else to go you stayed.

Though it was a good idea to start, as Erebor filled up the less time you spent with the brothers. The royal duties pulled them away constantly. It was not like you exactly fitted in, you were human, you didn't have a beard to your hips, you were a 'warrior' now but that was because you a had a fucking lightsaber.

Most days you'd be in your chambers with a book, good from the kitchen, or taking your little money from the quest to the now rebuilt markets of dale. It was hard to make friends, so, you were alone. Sometimes you'd visit Bofur in his toy shop or Ori in the library.Frankly , you went to Ori often, he gave the best book suggestions.

You rarely saw Fili or Kili anymore unless they were rushing by you in the halls in a hurry , not even glancing at you.

A whole month of being alone had went by, on that night you began to pack. You figured to go visit Bilbo before heading Gondor, it had been without an heir for years, with Ecthelion II as the steward. Minas Tirith was the city of man, you had no where else to go. Unless you lived in Mirkwood as a witch.

With your bag packed, you left your chambers, during the night, early morning, so that you would not be questioned. Your shoes tapping against the stone , leading yourself out of Erebor quickly.

At the top of a set of stairs is when you head it, the pounding against the stone someone was running. Rushing down the stairs , at an increasing speed, trying not to trip. "Y/n?"

Your face. Your race. The way you talk, I kiss you are beautiful. You knew that voice, the voice of a flirt now panic, as you ran towards the entrance of Erebor.

"Y/n, wait!" But you didn't you continued running as fast as you could, ignoring Kili's pleads that echoed through the empty halls. Well, until you tripped landing flat on your face, against the cold stone, just as Kili had.

"Y/n!" Rushing towards you still, he had knelt by you, flipping you on your back, your eyes shut and motionless. "Please , don't be dead." His voice soft, letting out a load dramatic sob, you were not sure if it was real, his hands on your cheeks squishing them. Pushing his hands off you forcefully, sitting up to look at him. The moon light brightening his face from the sark halls, only a few candles were lit.

"I'm not dead; just wanted you to go away." His shoulders sank , as did the smile he gave you, his chestnut eyes dulled looking over your form and your bag.

"Where are you going...y/n?"

There was no point lying, you were clearly going somewhere, no I'm not going anywhere bullshit.

"Gondor."

"Gondor? Gondor?! Why would you go there? What do you have there?" He was not happy, you both just sitting on the cold floor, staring at your feet as Kili stared you down.

"What do I have here? I've done what I was meant to." Kili had scoffed in annoyance his face scrunching up as you stood from the floor.

"You cannot be serious. Y/n/n, please, I was coming to see you before I saw you in the hall. Don't leave."

"Well, that's lovely."

"Y/n, please don't leave me, please..." The voice soft, cracking into a higher pitch, your feet halted in place.

"Walk me back to my room."

With that, Kili did a bright smile on his lips, grabbing your bag, and your hand. As he skipped to your room, pressing a large kiss to your cheek.

"See you in the morning, love!"

You were alone again, sleeping in your bed with all the furs over you, you fell into slumber. What only felt like minutes had been hours , waking up from your door being slammed open. You forgot to lock it... Jumping out of sleep to see who was there, your hair stuck to your face , your eyes sagging.

Closing the door, there stood Kili smiling at you panting, his hair wind swept, leaning against your door. You had let out a groans falling back onto your pillow, your eyes slamming shut. For a moment there was no sound no nothing, but you knew you would not be able to go back to sleep. Especially when Kili had jumped onto your bed, specifically onto the pillow next to yours.

Turning your head to the side, there laid Kili his head held up by his hand with his arm in a triangle. Yeah on his side, that pose, grinning at you.

"Good morning."  Half tempted to grab your pillow and cover his face with it you had let out a moan again, flipping to face the other way. The bed got lighter, Kili had left no he had not, he was going to do something you wouldn't like. Seconds later, the squeaking of draws being opened , hit you, you were not getting more sleep.

Your eyes now wide, after rubbing the sleep from them, sitting up against your pillow- You could clearly see Kili going through your draws picking items of clothing out. Wait, what was he wearing? He had a long brunette wig on. Hold on he was not picking out one outfit, but two. Did he think you were the same size?

"I'll buy you more." Like he knew what you were thinking, he turned and threw some clothing at you. "Hurry up, I need you to help me." His tone serious, not harsh nor loud just differently his flirtatious usual tone. There was no point arguing, the stubbornness of dwarves.

Going behind the divider after peeing you had gotten dressed quickly. "Take your tunic , and pants off, put on the undergarments for when I'm done."  Standing still for a moment Kili watched your shadow, opening his mouth to disagree but quickly closing it. He wondered about how you did not even question what was going on.

After it was clear for you to come out, Kili had thought you would laugh, but instead you loosened corset lifting it over his head and over the shift. "Do you want it tight?" Your casual tone,  caused Kili to become distracted, your hands gripping the strings waiting.

"I'm sorry, did you say t-tight?" Kili looked at you in the body sized mirror his cheeks pinched pink noticing you holding the corset strings.  "Oh, just believable not too tight." Kili's mind was somewhere else. Letting out a dramatic cough at the slightest pull you had decided that was enough, he'd moan for the rest of the day.  You hadn't been used to these dresses either , you rarely wore them, only since you had been in Erebor. That was only for special events, today must be one of them.

The petticoat already on him, helping him into the hoop. Keeping his own shoes, you had pulled the final dress layer on him, helping him with his wig no gloves his hands were too big. Okay he had thick arse, muscular chest so he looked like dam. Kili stood before you, dressed in your clothes, he had only stubble , passing as a Darrow dam would not be hard.

"Truly beautiful, Kee." As he spun around in front of the mirror before stopping in front of you, grinning widely. "You think?" Nodding at him, he spun again. "As do you ,my lady." You had scoffed, as you brushed your hair.

"Why did you need me do this?"  Dramatically he had turned back to you with his mouth open. "You of course, how else am I supposed to get out of my duties, if everyone can recognise me?" That was very clever for Kili anyways, had he been thinking about this for a while?

“Well, what are you going to do today, Miss?”

“We are going to flirt with old men.”

“What?”

“Come on, we have some mischief to cause.”

That’s how you ended up at a ball, which Thorin was fuming because he could not find his nephew, Fili had told Dis that Kili had went to Dale for Bofur. She did not believe it. A ball without a Prince? Disgraceful.

Whereas he was there, with you. Pretending to be well behaved woman as you ate food and drank. Music playing in the background...wait was that Jareth singing? Yes it was, sorry about that, oh and Freddie Mercury? What? I’m sorry Kenobi too?

Men approaching the both of you, Kili laughing along with their jokes, and slapping them ‘gently’ on their shoulders, one had dropped their glass, rubbing their shoulders when walking away.

It was very embarrassing when both of you were facing the food table when you had been tapped on the shoulder. “Can I have a dance, my lady?” Both of you turning around, at the same time, Fili’s eyes widened when seeing it was you.

“Oh, Y/n, you look absolutely lovely, and who is your friend?” His eyes meeting Kili as he sipped his drink, spitting his drink all over Kili. His eyes travelling up and down his brother in shock and disbelief.

“Kili?!”

“Shh! I am Keanu, of the blue mountains.” Fili had looked back at you covering your face from trying not to cry with laughter, his face reddened snorting out a laugh too.

“This was his idea wasn’t it?” Nodding at the Prince he had bust out with laughter, lifting your hand to his lips pressing a kiss to your knuckles before travelling away, towards Dwalin...

“Would you like to dance, y/n?” It was not strange for woman to dance together, nodding, he had grabbed your hand as the song changed, leading you to the floor. Heroes tune playing , anything is possible.

‘And you, you can be mean.’

‘And I, I’ll drink all the time.’

‘Cause we’re lovers’

The two of you elbows locked as you swung around together, dancing around , Kili had even lifted you above his head like he was Patrick Swayze. You told him you couldn’t do that back. Eventually ended up become tired really fast, your heads in each other’s shoulders, careful Kili’s wif did not fall off.

Swaying together, your eyes locking as smiling at each other, giddy. Kili’s eyes flickered down to your lips for split second before returning to your eyes, trouble is what comes from that smirk.

“You know what would really cause a scene?” Shaking your head slightly, frightened, well not really.

“If we kissed, right now.” Your heart pounding in your chest, he wasn’t seriously surely? His hand reaching to cup your chin, his chestnut eyes glistening in the yarn light.

“What are you are you asking, Kili?” You weren’t sure if he even heard your whisper over the noise of the ball.

“Y/n/n, darling, can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” His lips were upon yours pressing a long peck against your soft lips, before pulling away from them. The cold air hitting your lips from the loss of warmth. Cheeks pink ad you looked at Kili. “You know, I love you, Y/n.”

“Yes, I lov-“ Though your confession was cut short, as several gasps had alerted Thorin and most of the original company, as well as Dis. Who all saw some of what had just happened, yes lesbian relationships did happen in middle earth just not often. Nor were they so public.

“Y/n!” Thorin called you other, your hand intertwined with Kili’s you pulled him with you, towards Thorin, Dis, Fili , and Dwalin. Thorin’s disproving gaze on both of you, jealous not disproving, he longed for a certain small fellow.

“I am sorry to disrupt your night with your date, but for your safety I must advise you do n-“ “ Kili?!” Dis had interrupted her brother, Dwalin had sighed under his breath. Thorins head had snapped to his sister looking around for Kili with no luck. Until, he had followed her eyes, to next you.

“Kili?!” Smirking at his uncle, oh gosh he looked like he was going to have a stroke, how could he not see it, this was like Clark Kent with no glasses just a wig.

“Sorry, this is Keanu, Kili is in Dale at the moment.”

[witchyhobbitess]

“Small” excerpt from a Hobbit AU I’m currently working on.

This is the very first time I have ever shared my writing, constructive criticism is always welcome. I’ve read it so many times I think my eyes are immune to mistakes.

The work is currently untitled.

POSSIBLE WARNINGS: near death, afterlife, mentions to battle and blood.

Chris moved methodically through the battle field. It had been horrible. He recalled how it felt to have his blade slice through poor orc armour, smell the rancid blood over the ground and see the lifeless bodies of the few elves he had come to call friend.

Why he was searching the field, Chris had no idea, he just knew he had to keep looking for-something. No, someone. And then he came to it, the large, lifeless bodies of Azog and Bolg. Without giving it another thought, Chris began pushing over the large, dead orcs. As the corpses moved, he thought he saw the bright flash of whiteish purple hair, suddenly he recognized the tiny body beneath. His little sister, Sage.

How? How did she get here? Why hadn’t the valar told Brand and him she was here as they had told the brothers they were together in this world? Lifting her seemingly broken and vey bloody body into his arms, Chris ran with everything he had to the mountain of Erabor and Brad. Brad could heal, he would heal their baby girl.

By the time Chris had made it to the front entrance of Erabor, his lungs were on fire and he couldn’t feel his body. All of him was numb with the thoughts he wasn’t fast enough to save Sage. “Brad!” Chris bellowed as he burst through the dwarves waiting for healing or helping those around them. “Brad!” Chris screamed again, louder, pushing through the company of Thorin Oakenshield and not even realizing it.

“Chris?” Brad came out of the healing wing, covered in blood and frowning. “Why on earth-“

“Sage! Its Sage. God, Brad, please, please tell me you can save her!” It took everything Chris had left to not burst into tears before seeing her off to healing.

“Sage?” Brad asked alarmed, now running over to his brother and the small woman in his arms. “Oh my god! Sage! Give her to me, Chris. Quickly”

As the small woman was passed from one brother to another, the dwarves around them looked on in shock.

***

“We can’t find the lassie anywhere, Thorin. We’ve searched everywhere, even the elves haven’t seen anything of her since just after the battle started.”

Shaking his head sadly, Thorin turned to Bofur. “Go get Kili. We have to tell him she’s gone.”

“Thorin,” Balin spoke softly. “that will break the lad. He loves her so much.”

“I know Balin. But I want him to hear it from me before he hears it from anyone else. A rumour will hurt him far greater.”

“aye.” The small group of the company stood sadly, waiting for Bofur to return with Fili and Kili. Ready to help hold up the soon to be shattered young prince.

‘Yer sure the lass won’t turn up anywhere yet thorin?” Dwalin rumbled quietly as they watched Kili walk sadly over with Fili.

“No. I don’t know what else to do though, Dwalin.” Thorin was equally heartbroken, their little mute flower had wound her way into their hearts and would never be able to be replaced. She had become family to them all through the journey. Poor Bilbo would take it just as hard as Kili when he found out, the hobbit doted on her as he would a daughter.

“You wished to speak to me uncle?” Kili’s voice was raw and broken, thorin knew it was from the hours he spent calling for Flower on the battlefield.

“I did. Kili-“ Suddenly Thorin was shoved forward with great force.

“BRAD!” Thorin and Dwalin turned to find one of the human men they had fought beside-one of the ones who refused to allow them up on raven hill. And in his arms, was Flower.

“BRAD!” Chris screamed again, louder, pushing through the company toward the surgery doors.

“Chris?” Brad came out of the healing wing, covered in blood and frowning. “Why on earth-“

“Sage! Its Sage. God, Brad, please, please tell me you can save her!” It took everything Chris had left to not burst into tears before seeing her off to healing.

“Sage?” Brad asked alarmed, now running over to his brother and the small woman in his arms. “Oh my god! Sage! Give her to me, Chris. Quickly!”

They watched as ‘Sage’ was taken into the surgery and orders were given by the other brother they had al fought with. Then they watched a guardian hit his knees and weep.

Dane stood next to him trying to get some answers. The company moving to find out more as well.

“Lad, Chris my lad.” Dane tried. “Who was that lass? Can ya tell us what’s going on?”

“It looked like our Flower.” Dwalin tried to speak gently-but he still came across gruffly. “The same lassie that led us here and helped save us today. The one that told Thorin to send for you Dane.”

Chris gulped, working to calm himself. “That was my sister. Sage.” He shook his head, to ward off more tears or to shake away what could be his last memories of her, they weren’t sure. “Brad and I knew there would be another guardian, one who would travel with you. Keep you safe, on track, pull thorin out of his dragon sickness. And-“ He swallowed again. “and kill Azog for you.” Dead hazel eyes looked up at Thorin. “If we had known, we never would have told you not to go. We never would have let her face them alone. My gods, she’s so tiny! She can’t fight! Why would they have done this to her? Why?”

Kili hit his knees. HIs one was possibly dying because she was so stubborn she had taken on the pale orc and his kin, alone. “How?” He rasped. “How could you let anyone take them on alone?” Suddenly rage bloomed in his heart. “How dare you allow any soul to fight those two alone! Let alone your own kin! You prevented me from fighting beside the love of my life, you sentenced her to possible death, for what?”

“Your lives.” Chris’ voice was dead, his pupils covering the entirety of his eyes. “She traded her life for yours. It was the deal she made on coming here. Do not be mad with her brothers, young prince, the choice was her own given to her by me. She loved all of you so much, she couldn’t bare the thought of middle earth without you. Couldn’t stand thinking you would never get to live in the home you reclaimed. She did not know of the love she would find. Do not blame them.” The voice faded and they looked into the pained eyes of Chris once more. “Visions will always be brutal.” Cursing, he placed his head between his knees and worked to breathe.

“CHRIS!” Brad roared from behind the doors. “I need you now or we will lose her!”

***

Sage floated in some sort of strange limbo. She wasn’t entirely sure where she was, it wasn’t light or dark, nor hot or cold. She simply just, was. Suddenly she felt a hard jarring on her back, still foggy, she looked around, eyes fluttering open she could have sworn she saw her brother.

“Brad?” She mumbled.

“Sage! Stay with me baby girl, stay with me.” His face swam in and out of her vision. “Oin! I need Chris and thranduil. I can’t heal her wounds alone.” Snapping his fingers before her nose Brad called to her agin. “Sage! Come on! I said stay with me!”

“Fuck you.” She whispered, but Brad couldn’t make out her words. He was losing her.

Once again, she was floating in that strange, comforting place of ‘other’. She could stay here, it was peaceful here. Something at the back of her mind kept tugging at her though, she was forgetting something important. But what was it?

The flowering path appeared before her as if she had walked through a silken wall. Flowers of all the colours she could imagine bloomed along the sides of the tiny, intricately patterned pebble path. A forest with a small cabin seemed to be set far in the distance, not knowing what pulled her to the cabin, Sage began the walk.

[slutforalistairtheirin]

I’m Glad You’re Here

A/n: You all are going to hate me after this, but this takes place when Thorin dies. 

Warning/s: Character Death

Word Count: 1642

Third person P.O.V:

As Thorin and Azog fight, the ice cracks beneath them.  After a brief pause, Azog swings his mace at Thorin again.  This time, the ice actually begins to break apart beneath them.  As Thorin stumbles over the edge of the ice, Azog manages to knock his legs out from under him with the chain.  When Azog swings at him again, Thorin manages to roll away.  He leaps behind Azog , who is off balances, and slashes him again.  Azog angrily swings the mace and narrowly missing Thorin, it becomes stuck in the ice, and Azog is forced to slash at Thorin with his bladed arm.  

Suddenly, Azog looks into the sky behind Thorin in shock; he sees the eagles, and Radagast riding their leader.  While Azog is distracted, Thorin throws Orcrist to the ground and reaching forward, he lifts the rock at the end of the chain and throws it at Azog.  The orc instinctively catches it.  Azog looks at him in shock.  Thorin jumps backward, off the ice chunk that they were both standing on; without his weight to balance it, and with Azog at the other end holding the rock, the ice tips over and plunges Azog into the icy water below.  He scrabbles at the edge but the chain pulls him down.  Thorin pants in exhaustion.  

As Thorin bends down to pick up Orcrist, he sees Azog through the ice, being pulled slowly by the current toward the frozen waterfall.  Thorin slowly walks above him and they stare at each other through the ice.  Azog closes his eyes.  Suddenly, he opens them and he manages to stab Thorin through the foot and through the ice with his blade arm.  He leaps through the ice and pins Thorin down.  

He stabs the blade arm at Thorin, Thorin manages to stop it from peircing his chest by sliding Orcrist in between the forked blades.  

Y/n's P.O.V:

You frantically search for Thorin.  You had lost track of him after Fili was killed.   You hear a commotion coming from the frozen waterfall and scramble your way over to it.  When you get there, you see Azog pinning Thorin to the ice.  The orc is pushing down, trying to stab Thorin with his bladed arm, but Thorin holds him back, pushing up with his own sword.  

"THORIN!!" You shout, unable to stop yourself.  

He turns his head to you with shock visible in his eyes.  He gives you a sad smile before turning his gaze back to Azog.  

Azog, using his superior weight and position, slowly pushes his blade further and further.  As they stare at each other, Thorin suddenly slides his sword out of the fork, allowing Azog's blade to plunge into his chest.  Azog smiles victoriously, and Thorin raises Orcrist and thrusts the blade through Azog's heart.  From their close quarters, Azog cannot avoid it.  Thorin flips Azog over onto his back on the ice and forces Orcrist all the way through Azog and through the ice below.  

Azog dies, with Thorin kneeling on top of him.  Thorin, mortally wounded, struggles to get up.  

Thorin stumbles toward the edge of the frozen waterfall, looking out over the battlefield below, where the remaining orcs are being routed.  Weak from his wound, he collapses onto his back.  

You scramble down to get to him as quickly as you can, without falling or slipping on the ice. "Thorin!" You exclaim as you fall to your knees beside him.  

Thorin looks to you and smiles.   "I'm glad you're here."  After he says this Bilbo scrambles over to the two of you in a panic.  

"Hush, don't talk.  You're going to be okay," You pause, and go to unbutton his shirt to see the full extent of the wound, but he doesn't allow you to.  "Please?"

He takes a deep breath.  "I'm afraid it's too late for me, dear Y/n.  I apologize for everything I said when I was overcome by greed.  You did not deserve the way I treated you." He turns to Bilbo, who is on the other side of him.   "I wish to part from you in friendship."  

Biblo's eyes widen.  "No.  You're not going anywhere, Thorin.  You're going to live." Bilbo says, also trying to reassure himself.  

"I would take back my words and my deeds at the gate.  You did what only a true friend would do.  Forgive me... I was too blind to see.  I'm so sorry that I have led you into such peril." Thorin beings choking up blood.  

"No no no.. don't say that... please! You can't talk like that!"  You say, and reach down to grasp his calloused hand with your smaller one.  

"No, no, I'm glad to have shared in all your perils, Thorin.  Each and every one of them.  And it's far more than any Baggins deserves. " Bilbo says, holding back the tears he knows are coming.  

Thorin smiles at both of you.  

"Farewell, Master Burglar.  Farewell my dear Y/n.  Go back to your books and your armchairs.  Plant your trees- watch them grow."  Thorin struggles to choke out the words.  

"I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you," You pause, choking back tears.  "P-please... you have to be okay..." You murmur, nearly impossible to hear.  

"If more people valued home above gold this world would be a merrier place."  Thorin gasps deeply and his breath becomes shallower with each inhale.  

"No! No! No! No! No! NO! Thorin! Oh don't you dare!" Bilbo exclaims.  You're unable to say anything, but you squeeze his hand without realizing it.  He breifly squeezes it back, then his grip fails.  His breathing comes to a stop, and his eyes unblinking.  

"Thorin, Thorin, wake up.  The eagles... the eagles... the eagles are here.  Thorin... the eag-" Bilbo is cut off by a sob.  He turns and leans on a rock, tears streaming down his face, making tracks in the dirt and blood that covered his skin.  

"No! Please... no.... I need you... please come back, please!" You choke on a sob, and bury your face in your hands.  You mumble more, but it is unheard and inaudible.  

You and Bilbo sit there beside Thorin.  Eventually Bilbo stands up and offers you a hand.  At first, you don't even acknowledge his presence, but he continues to hold his hand out to you.  

You glance up at him, tears still streaming down your cheeks, and finally take his hand.  With one last wistful look at Thorin you allow him to pull you to your feet.  

The two of you walk to a broken down staircase and sit by yourselves and Bilbo stares off into the distance, while you hope this was just a terrible nightmare and you would wake up any second.  

Gandalf sits down beside Bilbo.  He takes his pipe out and begins cleaning it quite noisily, and Bilbo looks like he's about to object.  After a moment's pause, the two nod at each other.  You don't pay attention to either of them.  

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You and Bilbo walk out the front gates with Balin, Bilbo and Balin talk about something.   You aren't really aware of what's going on around you, you just follow Bilbo.  

"There is to be a great feast tonight.  Songs will be sung, tales will be told, and Thorin Oakensheild will pass into legend."  Balin says, trying to convince Bilbo and you to stay at least one more night.  You tune into the conversation upon hearing Thorin's name.  

"I know that's how you must honor him, but to me he was never that- he was... to me... he was-" Bilbo struggles to find the words he's looking for.  

Balin smiles patiently.

"Well, I think I'll slip quietly away.  Will you tell the others we said goodbye?" Bilbo asks and Balin smiles wider.  

"You can tell'em yourself." He turns around and gestures to the company of dwarves standing behind them.  You and Bilbo turn around to face them.  

"If any of you are ever passing Bag End, tea is at four- there's plenty of it.  You are welcome anytime." Bilbo says.

You speak up for the first time since Thorin's death.  "I'm going to miss you all..." This is all you manage to say without bursting into tears.  

Balin turns and gives you a hug.  As you and Bilbo begin walking away, he turns around one last time.  "Eh, don't bother knocking."  

Some dwarves chuckle, and some wipe away tears.  After waving goodbye to the company for the last time, the two of you make your way to Gandalf, who has already prepared your ponies.  

A/n: So I wrote this all within an hour, and I shit you not, The Last Goodbye came on when I was around the middle of the story.  I hope you all enjoyed and I hope I made you cry.  

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Useless

Fili x Reader x Kili

The company is almost killed by goblins, and right after this happens you're all cornered by Azog and his company of orcs and wargs. You feel completely useless, having been unable to prevent any of these things from happening. The two brothers, ever so kind, offer comfort one night while you're held up in Beorn's halls when you finally allow yourself to think.

Things never go quite as planned in this specific group of dwarves.

From random attacks from Orcs to getting stuck in a mountain range with fighting rock gods, there is never a boring day. 

The attack from the goblins proved to make everything so much harder, and then almost right after the scare with those hideous beasts, Azog and his merry band of assholes corner Thorin's Company at a cliff side. Gandalf ultimately ends up saving your sorry butts with his call on the eagles, and Thorin almost dies. 

All this happens, and you find that you're as useless to the group as the flies that bother these unwashed dwarves throughout the day. 

Even as you were attempting to outrun the huge demon bear on everyone's trails, you were still useless to the group because of your inability to run as fast as the others. You held up the end of the running line, Bombur outrunning all of you despite all his pudge which would actually be quite the funny sight if you weren't all running for your lives.

Suddenly, a building came in sight and you tried to speed up, but you only stumbled and almost knocked over the dwarf in front of you. Both Bilbo and Fili who were holding up the back grabbed your arms, hoisting you back up without stopping. 

Once you regain your footing you fall back into the rhythm of running, able to make it the rest of the way without incident. Eventually Fili runs up towards the front as Gandalf and Thorin take the back to make sure no one gets left behind. "Run faster. Y/N!" You hear said mountain king yell, but you've got nothing left in you. The dwarves end up piling up on the door, none of them thinking to actually open the door, and when your body slams into Ori from behind, you use him as leverage to flip the hatch up.  

Everyone piles in, and they waste no time in forcing the door shut, hitting the large snarling snout of the beast. The door closes and the latch is secured, and then everyone finally gets a chance to just breathe. 

There is silence for a bit aside from the sounds of everyone breathing heavily, before Gandalf speaks slowly.

"That is our host." 

His dramatic timing makes you sigh, and you reach up and adjust your wild hair, looking around the large home skeptically. Even when everyone else's breathing starts to calm, you're still panting as your heart rate struggles to calm down.

Bilbo approaches after a few moments, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Y/N? Are you alright?"

You give him a simple nod, settling down on a mound of hay against the wall, "I'm fine, Bilbo. Just tired from all the running, is all." 

He pats your shoulder lightly in response, then turns and joins the others in speaking with Gandalf. 

Eventually you did completely relax, energy replenishing as everyone settled in for the night. Some of them were starting to drift off to sleep already, but your mind was running a mile a minute, so you had no hope of actually getting rest. Many thoughts came and went, but eventually your mind decided to settle on the usefulness of your role in this group. 

You didn't cook like Bombur, burglarize like Bilbo, do magic like Gandalf, lead like Thorin or his nephews, hell you can't even grasp simple medicine like Oin. You were just a stupid little hobbit girl, tagging along with her brother because she didn't want to be home alone. You don't even have a proper weapon to protect yourself with, the dullness of the blade you were given only dueling that of the intelligence of a troll. 

These reflections only made you feel discouraged and dejected, your mind wandering to the possibility of everyone seeing you as nothing but a liability.

After a bit more of dwelling on this, you began to upset yourself greatly. You feel yourself becoming emotional, and when you can no longer withhold your sorrows you get up and rush off to a more private area of the large house to avoid grabbing anyones attention.

When you finally achieve seclusion, you sit yourself down and bury your face against your knees, trying to fight the self doubting thoughts plaguing your mind. They've no proper place to call home, and the hardships the have suffered are great, so what right do you have to drag them down? 

You hear the distinct sound of hay crunching under the weight of someone's feet, and you find yourself looking up rather quickly. 

Fili and Kili stand in the open doorway of the room you entered, both of them looking straight at you with matching expressions of confusion and worry.

You hurriedly wipe your face and offer up a forced smile to them. "O-Oh, Kili... Fili, I didn't hear you two get up", you pause and clear your throat, "Is something wrong?"

The puffiness around your eyes and the obvious tear streaks on your cheeks are clear indicators as to why you left so suddenly, and you can see that their trying to process what's going on here. 

The two brothers exchange a look, and then they both walk over and plop down on either side of you.

You look between the two slowly, questioning showing clearly on your face.

Kili's heavy arm rests over your shoulders, and he leans in a bit close. "Y/N, whats got you down so? It's practically killing us seeing you so sad like this."

You shift around a bit, looking at him shyly, "I-I'm not upset! I am... having an allergic reaction..." Wow, you can't even come up with excuses properly. Where will your horrible pathetic-ness end? 

Next to you Fili chuckles, and you feel yourself becoming even more embarrassed.

Fili shifts next to you, and then his head is laying in your lap as he stares up at you with his big blue eyes.

You look down at him for a moment, then tilt your head back and close your eyes. "If I tell you, you will both laugh at me." You state simply, strangely comforted by the two brothers presences despite your apprehension to share. 

Kili reaches over with his other hand and gently turns your head towards him, looking at you seriously, "There is nothing you can say that would make us laugh at your sorrows," he assures with a small smile, "You can tell us anything." 

A moment of silence passes by where you just look at him, searching his face for any sign of deception of insincerity. When you find none, you let out a long and overdramatic sigh and grumbling out, "I..." you clear your throat, "I don't provide anything for the group. I slow you all down. Even Bilbo has done so much more than I, and he claimed to hate adventures. All I do is... fall and stand in the middle of the group why you all put your lives on the line." You were amazed that you were able to say it so clearly while keeping the tears a bay, but your resolve was quickly declining. 

You sniffle quietly, a small whimper leaving past your lips. You breath heavily a couple times then hide your face with your hands shamefully, "I-I'm sorry, um, I..."

Fili sits up from your lap and you feel the arm around your shoulders pull you a bit closer. "Is that really what you think? That you drag us down? Because that's ridiculous." It's Fili who speaks up first after your explanation, but you find yourself doubting him. 

Kili removes his arm from your shoulders and pulls your hands from your face and he offers you a reassuring smile. "You bring many things to the group, Y/N. I mean... we all enjoy your company, Fili and I think you're great you know, and you think quickly on your feet." 

The doubt still shows on your face as clear as day, and you retort in frustration. "Enjoying my company doesn't keep anyone safe, Kili! I'm useless! Completely useless to this group, and to the both of you. Even Bilbo thinks I should've stayed in the shire, and he's right!" You didn't mean to snap at them, and your anger isn't actually directed at them, but you're just so furious with yourself. You take a deep breath and whimper out, "And now I'm being a total jerk when all you're trying to do is make me feel better!" 

They both exchange a worried look. 

Fili reaches up and cups your face gently in his hands, and you can see determination in his eyes. "Remember today when the beast was chasing us, and none of us had the brains to open that damned door? Remember how you jumped up and unlatched the door so we could all file in?" You give a slow now, eyes flickering between him and his brother who still holds your hands rather tightly.

Kili then spoke up, "What about the time when the trolls had us all caught, and you convinced those fools that eating you was would poison them and you released our ponies?" You give another slow nod.

Fili speaks again, "Or when the goblins were chasing us after Gandalf killed their king, and you cut the ropes behind us as we went so they couldn't follow?" 

You are beginning to understand what they're getting at. 

"I-I guess I see what you're saying..." Your voice is whispery as you look Fili straight in the eyes, watching as a smile lights up his face. 

"You've got to be one of the smartest in our group."

"And the prettiest!" Chimes in Kili.

You feel your face heat up at that, your eyes dipping down to look at the hay shyly. "I-I don't know about that..." 

The brothers laugh loudly, and you smile a bit at their joy. "There it is! She's smiling Kee. Look how pretty she is when she's smiling instead of crying!"

This time you laugh a bit, sniffling quietly because of how terribly stuffed your nose is. "S-Shut up you two, you're embarrassing me", you're mumbling again, but the smile betrays your feelings to them. 

Kili releases your hands and Fili lets your face go, but neither of them move to leave.

Fili sounds more serious when he speaks, "You're not useless you know. We know that you won't just drop everything you believe and listen, but it really is true."

Chewing gently on your bottom lip, you nod your head slowly to let him know you understand what he means. "I-I understand... um, thank you two, for, uh, talking to me, I-" You're silenced suddenly by a weight on your mouth, and it takes you a few moments to realize that you're being kissed by Kili. 

He pulls away after a few moments, and you're about to say something before the same weight returns, only this time it's Fili who's kissing you. When he pulls back, you're in a daze. They'd only kissed you for a few seconds each, but that's enough to fluster you. They are both looking at you with cheeky smiles, meanwhile you're so embarrassed and face is so warm that you could be mistaken for a heater. 

"We've made her all shy, but I think it suits her." Fili states proudly. 

"Don't be so loud, Fee, Bilbo will kill us if he thinks we've done something to her."

"Oh, good point..." he mumbled quietly. His expression brightens suddenly and her perks up as if struck by a great idea, "but I'm thinking that I need to kiss her again, incase I am to forget." 

"And me as well!" Kili agrees. 

You tap your finger against your knee a few times, listening to them speak back and fourth quietly. Honestly, you've not a clue what to make of this. "Boys... perhaps we should all go to bed and sort things out in the morning?" Two pairs of eyes move to you, and two mischievous smiles light their faces.

"Ah, good point. Go ahead and lay down, we'll both keep you warm!" Kili states cheekily, pulling you closer to him.

Fili laughs, wrapping his arm around you gently. "Common, stop teasing her brother, I think her head will explode if she gets any warmer." 

That one makes you laugh, and you find yourself almost finding this normal. 

Which is why you chance a soft, and very bashful, "I-If you want to share a sleeping space... I won't, um, be upset about it."

They smile again, and now your bed arrangements have been sorted for the rest of the trip. 

Lovely. 

[ruthoakenshield]

Little Miss Warrior (chapter 3)

Little Miss Warrior (chapter 2)

Warning: Contains mock battle and also fluff and smut

Thorin sits next to you quietly for a while, watchin his nephews swim and play in the water. After a bit, Bilbo comes down and joins you. 

"Thorin, do you think it wise that we stay here another day? Shouldn't we be moving on?" he asks. You chuckle.

"Bilbo," Thorin says, "... it is perfectly safe here. We are far enough from the treeline, that nothing can sneak up on us, we have the protection from any weather, and a water source. We will be fine. We can spare a day to rest and just relax after all the running we have been doing. Now go, relax and enjoy the day's break from traveling." 

Bilbo nods, stands and wanders off to join Bofur and Bombur to look for some berries for breakfast.

You chuckle and watch him leave. Then you turn to finish packing your belongings. You pull out a comb and run it through your long, dark hair. Thorin watches you as you carefully untangle a few knots and curse a bit in Khuzdul as some were being stubborn. Thorin chuckles, "Here, let me get some oil for you to use. It helps gets the knots out and will keep your hair from getting tangled. Wait here." he says and then stands and walks to his pack and pulls out a small bottle of oil. 

He comes walking back and sits down behind you. "Will you permit me to apply the oil to your hair?" he asks nervously. You nod and sit still. You hear the bottle click as Thorin opens it and pours some into his palm. Thorin sets the bottle carefully in the sand next to him and he rubs his palms together, coating them in the oil. Taking a deep breath, he begins to fingercomb your hair, working it into the long, soft strands of dark hair. He would carefully pick out the knots in your hair, being careful not to tug too hard and would work the kinked hair with his oiled fingers until it worked itself straight. You sighed contentedly and closed your eyes.

Balin watched from the campsite, chuckling at Thorin's bold action. Dwalin came over with an armload of firewood he had collected. When he saw Balin chuckling, he asked, "What's so funny, brother?" Balin nodded over towards the shoreline where Thorin sat oiling your hair and removing the tangled knots. Dwalin's eyebrows raised and he looked at you two surprised. "Well he's moving in mighty quickly." Dwalin said chuckling.

Balin just grinned. "He knows the story behind the Lass' grandfather's sword and daggers. He also knows she is alone now and knows she will need protection if Azog finds out she has the weapons." Balin states. "I think he's enamored with her and fascinated by how long she has survived on her own without travel companions. It wouldn't surprise me if he asked to court her and invites her with us by tonight." Balin tells his brother. 

"Well, none of us will complain about it." Dwalin says chuckling as he stacks the firewood off to the side. "Care for a swim, brother?" he asks. 

Balin looks up at the sun, just starting to peek out above the tree tops. "Aye, I think that sounds lovely." he replies. They both strip down to their underclothes and head for the lake. 

Thorin sees them coming and turns to block your view of them entering the lake as he works on oiling the hair on the side of your head. 

Finally he finishes oiling your hair and reaches down and takes the comb from your hand. Your eyes dart open since you almost fell asleep. You look up at him confused. "Allow me to comb through your hair to make sure all the knots are out?" Thorin asks. You smile and nod. 

He grins and begins to slowly run the comb through your hair, being careful not to snag your braids. He finds a few knots near your neck under the outer part of the hair. He gently parts your hair horizontally from ear to ear and twists it into a knot. He takes a large bead out of his pocket and clips it up and out of the way. Then he gently pushes your head down to open the space at your neck so he can work the knots out. He puts a bit more oil in his palm and gently works it into the knot and surrounding hair. Slowly he picks out the knots and smooths the hair strands. Thorin runs the comb through the bottom half of your hair and sees all the knots are out and the hair is nice and smooth now. 

He sighs, sad that he is done and unclips your top section of hair. He combs through it once more, smoothing it all down. The sun hits it and it shines like a raven's black wings. 

Thorin sighs and hands you back your comb. "There, all the knots are out and they should not give you any problems for the day." he tells you. "Will you stay with us and join our company?" he asks as you tuck your comb back into the bag. You look up at him and are surprised to see his azure eyes boring into you as if he was searching for something, some answer that only you could give.

"I don't know..." you reply. "how would it look if a dwarrowdam traveled with 13 male dwarves and a hobbit on such an adventure? Surely people would assume inappropriate things!" you say quietly. Thorin Chuckles. "Do not worry about such things, ghivashel, we will treat you properly. No one will force themselves on you in such a manner. Though if you decide to share any one dwarf's bed, none will complain. Dwarrowdams are treasured by us and fiercely protected. I cannot in clear conscience let you leave and continue to travel alone without our protection. Please, stay with us, let us protect you now." Thorin said quietly as he traced the side of your face with his fingers gently. 

You shivered. You looked up into his eyes, that were dilating and you could see desire in them, and love. You shivered again and closed your eyes as he continued to caress your face, then moved his hand to caress your neck. Gently brushing your hair from your shoulder. You felt his calloused fingers caress your bare shoulder and it sent tingles throughout your body. He watched your reactions to him intently and grinned when you closed your eyes and didn't stop him from caressing your soft skin. Oh, Mahal, did he want to take you. Right there on the beach, but propriety kept him in check. 

"Ghivashel, will you stay with us? Stay with me? Help us reach Erebor and if we succeed in killing the dragon, will you stay and help us rebuild?" he purred into your ear as he shifted closer to you. You shivered at his hot breath on your bare neck as he slowly leaned down and whispered in your ear. "Will you let me court you, ghivashel? You are my One, and I can't stand the thought of you with another or wandering the wilds any longer alone and unprotected. Please, Ghivashel?" He whispers as he begins to gently kiss and nibble your neck and shoulder. 

Your breath hitches and you are lost in the feelings he is creating inside you. His words swirling around in your mind. "You want me???" you ask quietly. "I am your One? But I am nobody. No one. I have no family to belong to any longer." you say quietly, confused by his confession to you. 

"Then be mine, belong to me, amralime." he rumbles into your ear with his rich, velvety, baritone voice. 

You shiver and he grins when he sees goosebumps rise on your skin. "Be miiinnnee." he whispers again with an even lower tone this time and he nibbles on your ear, and peppers your neck with kisses. Again you shiver and gooseflesh appears on your skin.

You turn to face him, tears in your eyes. You look up to his face and see he is serious and you drop your gaze. He sees this and gently grasps your chin and tilts it up towards his face again. "Do you doubt my words?" he asks quietly. 

You shake your head, no. "Then what is it, amralime?" he asks, worried you will reject him. 

"I'm not worthy of your love, my king." you say almost in a whisper. "I do not deserve such love and adoration. I am just a worthless orphan." you barely get out as tears begin to silently roll down your cheeks. 

Throin smiles sadly, and moves to sit in front of you. "Amralime, look at me." he says quietly, "You deserve so much more than what you give yourself credit for. You are beautiful, inside and out. You captured my heart from the moment I first saw you. I will love no other but you, y/n. You are a rare treasure to all of us, and especially to me! Please, let me into your life, let me court you, let me love you and worship you, let me provide for you and protect you the best that I am able to." he pleads as he wipes your tears with his thumbs. 

You look up into his wonderful azure eyes and nod. "Okay." you whisper. He gives you the biggest smile you have ever seen and his eyes light up with happiness and joy. He takes you into a tight embrace and gives you a kiss that takes your breath away. "Oh thank you Amralime! Thank you!" he whispers to you. 

Finally he lets you go and then asks. "Will you allow me to give you courting braids, my Love?" 

You nod shyly. 

He carefully sections off your hair at the front of your face, and carefully starts to weave it into his courting braid. He fastens it with the long, thin, courting bead he crafted as a young dwarrow. It was beautifully carved with his insignia and faceted with slivers of the arkenstone and sapphires of Durin Blue. It looked striking against your dark, straight locks. 

He moved to the other side of your face and sectioned off the other bit of hair and wove the second courting braid into it and clipped the end with the second courting bead. He moved back in front of you and examined how it looked. He was beaming and his eyes twinkled with such happiness that you couldn't help but blush and grin.

You could hardly believe that the King of Erebor wanted to court you and make you his. He seemed too good to be true. You kept waiting to wake up from this lovely dream to find that you were alone and had fallen asleep on the beach; but there he was, kneeling in front of you, grinning from ear to ear. His large, strong, calloused hands gently cupping your face as if it were delicate porcelain.

Suddenly his lips were crashing into yours and he again held you in a tight embrace. "I love you, Ghivashel." he said. You kissed him back with the same fervor and he grinned as he kissed you. 

Suddenly you see his nephews sneaking up behind him and before you could do anything a huge wave of water came crashing onto the two of you and the two nephews are swimming away as fast as they could. Thorin is caught off guard and when the wave of cool water hits him, he breaks the kiss and gasps. Growling he turns to see who had the gall to interrupt his make out session with you. Dwalin is laughing, "Get a room, you two!" and Kili and Fili are swimming away giggling.

You giggle and Thorin turns back to you with a mischievous grin. You quickly realize where his nephews picked up that look.

Before you could scramble away, he picked you up and carried you to the deeper end of the lake where you had scrambled out the day before. He kissed you and held you close to him as he toed off his boots and set you down. You looked at him confused for a moment as you watched him strip down to his underclothes and then came over to you and helped you out of your overtunic and skirt. He took you in his arms, kissed your nose, then grinned and jumped into the lake with you in his arms. You shrieked realizing what he was doing a second before your bodies hit the water. 

You came up sputtering and teeth chattering. Thorin was laughing and held you close against his body. You could feel every inch of him and it sparked a fire in you. He saw it light your eyes and he grinned and began to kiss you slowly and tenderly. Deepening the kiss and pressing his tongue against your lips seeking entrance. You parted your lips allowing him to explore and you lost yourself in his ministrations.

You moaned quietly as he caressed your back and held your head. His member becoming hard against your belly. Your desire to feel it inside you growing by leaps and bounds as he continued kissing you. When he broke for air, he peppered your neck and shoulder with more feathery light kisses and lovenips. "Oh, Mahal, do I ever want you. Right here, right now." he whispered. You reached up and wrapped your arm around his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair. 

"I am yours, my king." you whisper and snake a leg around his strong thigh. He groans and pulls you flush with his body and begins to grind against you. You both moaning softly and panting with want. He reaches down and loosens the ties on his under pants, letting them float down to his ankles. You grin as he pulls you close again and tries to fumble with yours. You take his hand and pull it away. "No need to untie them. You whisper. He looks at you puzzled. You lead his hand down to your crotch and show him the bloomers you wear have no crotch. He grins wickedly and again pulls you flush. "May I?" he asks. 

You nod. 

He gently rubs himself against your opening, the two of you enjoying the feelings it is creating. You feel him at your entrance, slowly throbbing. He holds you close and kisses you feverishly. Once he feels you're adeqately distracted he plunges into you as he takes your mouth in a breath taking kiss. You moan and hold onto him tightly. He gives you a moment to acclimate to his large size and girth.

When he feels you relax, he gently begins to thrust in and out of you. You close your eyes and put your forehead against his, the two of you sharing breaths and pants. Slowly he works his way with you into the shaded tree line where no one was swimming and he continued to make love to you, thrusting in and out of you with want and desire gradually building to a feverish pitch. He pushed your back against the side of the lake thanking Mahal this end of the lake was just deep enough to cover you both to your necks yet shallow enough for him to touch the bottom. He took you, letting himself go and with feverish kisses and love nips he made you his and the two of you moaned deeply in pleasure as you both tumbled over the edge of orgasm and he filled you with his heat and seed. 

Panting there in the shadows, he held you close and caressed your body as the two of you came down from the high of orgasm. He continued to slowly thrust into you so as to stay hard and stay joined together. He loved how you felt encasing him to the hilt with your hot, deep cavern. He loved how your walls caressed his length with each stroke and how they milked him as he came deep in your cave. 

He moaned deeply into your neck as he thrusted slowly into you again and again. He made love to you there all morning, ignoring the teasing and taunts from the company that made you blush. Finally they all got out, leaving the lake to the two of you and they dried off. Smelling the scent of lunch cooking on the campfire. Thorin grinned. "Are you hungry, Amralime?" he asked you after you both came for the umteenth time that morning. "Only for you, my king." you replied.

He growled and took you again, this time hard and fast. "I am all yours, my Love. You shall have me when ever you wish." he told you. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, you feel divine!" you reply, "So hard, so large, you fill me full and caress every pleasurable inch of me. I wish we could stay like this forever." you whisper into his ear and then nibble on it, driving him to thrust faster and harder. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh. MMMMMMMmmmmmm. More, Thorin, don't stop!" you groan in his ear.

He wraps you in a vice like grip, and thrusts a few more times, groaning loudly as he struggles to not come until he undoes you. You lean back and it changes the angle just enough for him to suck your breast as he fucks you and that is what it took to make you come with a loud groan of his name. He groans yours and comes, filling you so full with heat, you feel it oozing out around his member. He collapses onto you as you both float there in the water, panting hard and clinging to each other. 

You hear loud shouts and laughter coming from the camp. You giggle when Dwalin hollers out to the two of you, "You two coming to eat or are you going to fuck around in the lake all day and be wrinkled prunes by tonight? Come on, the food's getting cold!" Then you hear the company roar with laughter. 

Thorin's belly grumbles, making you giggle. "Worked up an appetite, did you?" you tease. He looks up at you and grins. Then promptly fucks you again as an answer. Making you giggle and laugh as he gives you light kisses all over your neck and just when he was about to come, he latches onto your shoulder and starts to suck you hard. You moan and feel the heat pooling between your legs, suddenly it releases and you cry out as he thrusts and joins you in a sweet release.

"MINE!" He says grinning when he sees the mark on your juncture of your neck and shoulder. You giggle and he begins to work his way back to the shoreline where your clothes sit. He manages to get a hold of his underpants and pulls them back up around his waist after he pulls out of you, making you whimper. He grins wickedly. "Are you not satiated?" he asks.

You smirk. "I could get addicted to you." you simply reply. " I like the way you make me feel." you say shyly. He just grins and kisses you silly. He climbs out of the lake and helps you out as well, being careful to keep his body between yours and the company's. You both dry off and get dressed. He smooths out your hair and grins. "I might need to comb it out again for you, Love." he teases. You just chuckle and nod.

The two of you walk back to your backpack and you pick it up, he grabs and closes the bottle of hair oil, and the two of you head back to camp for lunch. You both receive much teasing and ribbing when they see you two approach and that you now have Thorin's courting beads and braids in your hair. They hoot and holler and cheer. Making you blush a deep red. Much to theirs and Thorin's amusement.

You set your stuff down by Thorin's and Bombur hands you a bowl of rabbit meat and mashed potatoes and root veggies. You thank him and he gives you a small bow and a smile. Thorin comes and sits next to you. He tosses the bottle of hair oil into your pack, and the two of you relax and eat, enjoying the banter tossed about between the company. 

"So, did you two enjoy the swim this morning?" Bofur teases. You giggle and nod. "I take it she's comin' with us then?" he asks Thorin. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You nod.

"Yes, she is joining us." Thorin says as he wraps an arm around you possessively. She is my One, and I will not leave her behind." He informs the company. They stare for a moment then all cheer when they realize you will be their new queen should you all survive this quest. 

Everyone goes back to talking amongst themselves as they eat and Thorin chuckles. Once the two of you finish eating,  he holds you close and murmurs into your ear. "Grab me your comb, love." You pull your pack over to you and pull out your comb. You hand it to him and he combs out your hair again. You are amazed that it isn't nearly as tangled as it usually is and you sigh contentedly. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of Thorin's fingers combing through your hair. You don't realize it, but he braids another set of braids into your hair. Marriage braids. He clips them with beads from his own hair. 

Balin eyes him as he does this and raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. Dwalin leans over to him and whispers. "Moving a little quickly isn't he?" when he sees Thorin adding marriage braids into your hair. "I think he realizes that there is a chance we may not survive this, he wants to be sure there is a queen to rule should we not survive. And possibly an heir if they did what I think they did this morn'." Balin says. 

"Well unless she's an extremely fertile dwarrowdam, it might take a few times before that happens, Brother. And is it such a good idea to have a pregnant dwarrowdam with us? We still have quite a ways to go yet." Dwalin whispers quietly. 

"Brother, they were at it all morning in the lake. Why do you think they stayed clear of the rest of us!" Balin chuckled, amused. "He is claiming marriage through the old ways. Hopefully they both survive this and will have him at her side once Erebor is reclaimed, or we may have trouble." Balin sighs. 

Dwalin nods. "Well for now, at least he has found her and is happy. Hopefully this won't be a distraction for him, though. We are SO close!" he says. "Wonder how she does with her weapons?" Dwalin says, as he strokes his beard. 

 After they all finish eating, Dwalin comes up to Thorin and you. "Mind if I see how well your lass does with her weapons?" he asked Thorin. "If she is going to be traveling with us, I suppose we should see how well she can fight and what she needs to work on." Thorin looks up and frowns. 

"Do you doubt her ability to fight?" he asks. "No, Thorin,  I don't doubt she can fight. I just want to know how well. If she has a weakness we need to be mindful of it so we can help you protect her. We all have each other's back. We have seen each other fight, but none of us has seen her fight." 

Thorin sighs, realizing Dwalin is right. They need to know how well she will be able to hold her own in battle. "Very well. Ghivashel, get your weapons and show us how well you fight. Dwalin is our best fighter. He will fight you to see what we need to help you with."

You look at Thorin surprised, and frown. He looks down at you and returns your frown. "My Love, we mean it as no insult. We simply need to know how well you will hold your own in battle. We need to see where your skills are at and where we can help you improve." 

"Please???" Kili and Fili beg. "We want to see you whoop Dwalin's ass!" they tell you, trying to provoke Dwalin. 

Dwalin turns on them, "Youuuu two are next when I'm done evaluating her skills with the blades!" he says pointing his axe at them. They just snigger and say, "Good, she will wear you out and make it easier for us to beat you!"

He just growls and turns back to you. "Come on Lass, lets give them a good show. Show us what you've got, what you're made of!"

You look at Thorin and he grins and nods. 

 You sigh, stand up and grab your hand axes and slip them into your hip holsters. Then you put on your harness with your battle axes. You strap on your grandfather's sword and follow Dwalin to the beach. Everyone stands to follow and excitedly watch. Some place bets on you, others bet on Dwalin to win. 

You pull your Axes out of the back harness and make yourself ready. The two of you circle a few times, evaluating each other. When it is clear you won't attack first, Dwalin grins. He rushes you and you swing your axes to defend yourself and spin out of his way, swinging yours to connect with his shoulder. He grunts and turns. There's a cheer and coins exchanged that you got the first hit. You crouch and prepare again for his attack. 

He tries to fake an attack but you don't buy it. You shift in the sand and continue to keep circling. He attacks again and you block his attack. The two of you trade blows back and forth, he manages to knock your axe out of your hand and you draw one of your hand axes to replace it. He chuckles and continues the attack.

You are quick and easily evade many of his attacks, despite being in the sand. You can see he is surprised at the strength with your hits, and quickness. He is clearly tiring after several rounds of attacks with you. Though you are down to just your two hand axes and your sword now. You refuse to use the sword unless it is a last resort during battle. He catches one of your hand axes with his battle axe and knocks it out of your hand, then he swings and you move to dodge, but he sees you move and trips you up. You land on your back, and just as he goes to lower his axe to attack you you pull a dagger and poke his gut with it in warning. 

He looks down and sees the fight has ended in a draw. He grins and nods. He extends his hand to you. You look up at him warily, unsure if the battle is done or not. He grins and says, "Lassie you fight well. Just gotta keep a grip on those weapons so you don't lose them during battle." he tells you as he helps you up. Kili and Fili grab your weapons and bring them over to you. "You fought really well!" they say. You just grin and thank them. 

Kili and Fili look up at Dwalin. "Ready, Old man?" they ask. Dwalin growls, making you giggle. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You stand next to him and twirl your battle axes in your hand. "How about a two on two?" you suggest. Dwalin grins and Kili and Fili look at each other, knowing they're in for it now. 

They both back away nervously, making Dwalin chuckle. "I think ya intimidated 'em Lass."

You smirk and twirl your battle axe again. "You ready?" you ask him. He nods and the two of you separate and begin to circle the boys in opposite directions.

The two brothers instantly are back to back, moving to follow you and Dwalin. You look across to Dwalin and he gives a slight nod. You fake an attack and Kili buys it, swinging to block and realizing it was a fake too late. You swing and tap his arm with the axe. He growls at you and swings back, getting you in the side. You stumble a few steps in the sand but stay upright.

He swings again and you tuck and roll in the sand, swinging your axe and taking his feet out from under him before he could jump. He lands next to you and you both quickly try to stand. You're faster though and pin him to the sand with your axe. He grins and kicks you in the back knocking you forward so your chest is in his face. You growl and smack him up side the head with your fist. "Ow!" he shouts. "Serves you right, brat." you say and move to stand.

He grabs your feet and moves to lift them out from under you, but you see it coming and lower your two battle axes onto his arms and lean on them, pinning his arms in the sand. 

You look down at him with a raised eyebrow. He grins and lets go of your ankles. You chuckle and quickly step back into the ring letting Kili get up.

You move to help Dwalin with Fili and He grins and swings at you with his sword. CLASH.

You shudder at the strength of his hit, but you keep your hands on your weapons this time. You swing and knock Fili’s feet out from under him. THUMP.

He lands in the sand on his back. You hear footsteps behind you and turn in a defensive posture as Thorin comes charging with a smirk on his face. The two of you fight and exchange swings and blows. He is impressed at your ability and wants to push you to see how far and how long you will last. In the end though, you take his feet out from under him as well when he doesn't jump fast enough to evade your swing. He growls, but yields.

You are getting tired, as one by one the dwarves take turns fighting you and Dwalin. Dwalin is clearly slowing and getting tired, but you refuse to yield. You have taken down all the dwarves you have fought. You have three left and finally Bofur lands a hit that disarms you leaving you with nothing but your sword and your throwing daggers, which you refuse to use either.

You look down at the sword. You don't want to use it, knowing it is ONLY meant for battle and WILL kill whomever you use it on. You hold your hands up as you yield. He looks at you confused. "You have a sword, Lass, why don't you use it?" he asks.

"I will not use this weapon against friend, you explain. It can ONLY be used in real battle as it will INSTANTLY KILL any I use it on. It is not meant to be used as a practice weapon." you explain. 

"Then why do you wear it?" Fili asked. "So that none of you would unknowingly pick it up to use as a practice weapon." you reply. 

They nod.

"Any one else want a go at me?" you ask. The remaining two, Bombur and Bilbo shake their heads, no. You sigh and lower your hands. You remove your belt with the sword on it and hand it to Balin. "Will you hang onto this for me?" You ask. He nods.

You move over to the lake and kneel, using your two hands to cup water and rub it on your sweaty face. You feel a point of a sword at your back. You grab for one of your thigh daggers and turn your head to look and see it is Thorin. You raise an eyebrow. He smirks. Quick as a wink, you spin and take out his feet again. THUMP. He lands on his back and you move to straddle him, pinning his arms at his sides. 

"DO NOT EVER do that again. I still have my daggers and may have used them on you!" you scold. "AH, Love, but you didn't." he grins. He moves to push you off and is surprised you have effectively pinned him and that your strength matches his own. He growls. You reply with one of your own. His eyes open wide, then narrow. "Do you wish to continue this battle?" He asks. 

"I was content to let it rest, but someone thought they could catch me unarmed and decided to provoke me and continue this." you reply. He throws his hips up suddenly, knocking you off balance and you tumble over him and summersault onto your feet and pop up.

Kili tosses you your hand axes which you catch and slide into their sheaths, then Balin tosses you a Battle axe. Dwalin chuckles and picks up your other one laying at his feet and tosses it to you. You catch them both and wait for Thorin to make his move. 

He gets up out of the sand and smirks. He knows your tricks now and thinks this will be an easy take down. You grin knowing he only knows a handful of your tricks. You crouch ready to defend yourself. You are standing near the edge of the Lake with your back to it. You realize if you step to the side when Thorin charges, he will run right into the water before he can stop himself. You grin an evil grin. 

He sees the look on your face and knows an evil thought has crossed your mind, though he doesn't know what. He growls and moves to attack. He swings and you raise your weapons to block. The two of you are caught in a fight of strength. His sword caught between the two arcs on your battle axes so he can't pull it free.  He leans forward forcing you to take a step back. "Yield, my Love." he demands in his sultry, baritone, sexy voice. 

You grin, "Not a chance, Love." you say as you grin and quickly release his sword and spin out of the way, causing him to fall forward into the lake. You start walking back toward the group who is trying hard not to laugh out loud. You hear Thorin's fall into the lake and a string of Khuzdul curses fly. You hear his heavy footsteps in the sand behind you and you whirl out of the way just in time to block his charge. He growls and says, "You'll pay for that one, Love." You smirk and lean forward across the two crossed weapons and kiss his nose. "I am sure you will deliver a just punishment, my Love." and grin cheekily, wiggling your eyebrows. 

He grins and pushes you away from him. Then swings again, only this time he catches your arm and the force of the blow, makes you yelp in pain and drop your axe. You frown and glare at him. You move to pick up your axe, and he steps closer. You swing your other axe and he swings to block it. CLANG. 

You growl and the vibrations through your arm almost cause you to drop this one too, but you manage to hang on to it. Suddenly there's a sword tip at your throat. You lower your axe, but he isn't paying attention and you hook it around the back of his boot with the lower arc of the axe. You study his face for a moment, and when he gets a smirk thinking he has won, you give the axe a hard yank as you do a backwards summersault and it yanks his foot out from under him, causing him to lose balance and tumble backwards. He lands with an OOF! and you stand, pick up your axe and move towards him. 

He rolls to stand and grins. "You don't go down easily, do you, Love." he says. 

You just chuckle. "Nope. I rarely surrender. And apparently, you don't know when to stay down." you taunt and hear a few gasps and chuckles from the dwarves. Thorin looks at you and growls. "We'll see about that." he says and charges. You realize he is going on purely adrenaline now and you know it will be hard and fast. You quickly evade his blows and land a couple of swings and blows to him. He is getting pissed and you wonder if you should let him win this one since it is in front of his company, but if you do, they will use it as a reason to protect you. You don't want or need their protection. You continue to fight. 

You both are heaving and refuse to back down. Twice, Thorin has thought he has pinned you and twice you have evaded him and knocked him on his ass. He is determined to pin you and be done with this. He knocks both your battle axes out of your hands with blows and you are down to your handaxes. He swings and you block with them, catching the sword between the two. He tries to pull it free but you have it in a death grip. You yank it with all your might and Thorin's sword goes flying out of his hands and the look of utter shock on his face makes you chuckle. You take two steps toward him, your hand axes held out in attack. "Yield!" You say. 

He growls, "Never!" he replies and charges you. He grabs your hands before you can land a blow and knocks you on your back as he lands on top of you. You both let out an "OOmphh!" as he knocks the air from your lungs. He pins your arms above your head and takes your axes from them. "YOU yield!" he growls in your ear. 

"Or what?" you ask. He grins. "Or you will regret letting me fall into the lake like that in front of my men." he replies. 

You laugh, "That doesn't sound very threatening, Love!" you giggle. "It will if you're the one who's soaked and cold." he replies with a grin and then quickly picks you up by your hands and swings you over his shoulders, kicking and screaming.  He walks over to the deeper end of the lake while the company chuckles and giggles.  "Now, Love, do you YIELD?" he asks loudly for the company to hear. 

You're cursing like a sailor in Khuzdul and reply, "NEVER!!! I WILL NEVER YIELD TO YOU THORIN OAKENSHIELD!" he laughs and tosses you into the lake. Then walks back to the company. You come up spittering and sputtering, and cursing. You swim back to the shallow end of the lake where everyone is standing, and chuckling. You frown and remove your 3 soaked harnesses. You toss them to Dwalin. "Here, can you see that these dry properly so they aren't ruined?" you ask. He chuckles and catches them. "Aye, Lass, I will do that for ye." he replies with a grin and picks up your weapons. 

You tread water for a moment, then remove your wet outer tunic and skirt. You toss them up onto the shore and then swim out into the lake. You don't notice Balin pick them up and drape them over a bush near the shoreline so they can dry. He chuckles at your stubbornness and knows the two of you will have a firery, but loving relationship. The company moves back to the camp, thinking you would follow. When Ori looks around after a few minutes and realizes you aren't there, he asks, "Where is y/n?" 

Thorin sits up and looks around. When he doesn't see you, he gets worried. He stands and walks back to the lake. He looks around but doesn't see you. Kili and Fili come up by him. "Where did she go, Uncle?"

They spot your skirt and top hanging on the bush. Thorin frowns and looks around again. Kili looks out on the lake like he did the first time he spotted you. He squints and puts his hand above his eyes to block out the sunlight. 

"There! Over there!" he says excitedly, and points to the far end of the lake. Thorin looks but can't see that far clearly. "What is it, Kili, what do you see?" he asks.

"There's movement in the lake on the far side. It's in the shadows so I can't be sure what it is. It's probably Y/n swimming along the shoreline like she was last time, when we found her." Kili says. 

"You don't think she is upset with you, Uncle?" Fili asks. "She didn't seem too happy about having to show us her fighting skills at first." he said quietly. 

Thorin frowned. "Go back to camp. I will swim out and talk with her." he replied as he began to strip off his clothes, draping the wet ones on the bush to dry in the sun. 

The two boys nodded and headed back to camp. 

 "Where's Thorin and y/n?" Dwalin asked when they came into the camp.

"Y/n had swum to the other side of the lake and was hanging out in the shade there. He went to go talk with her." they replied. 

Dwalin looked over to Balin who just shrugs. "I have a feeling their relationship will be a firery one. She has shown she has a firery spirit and won't back down. Thorin is the same way. She probably just needed some time to cool down on her own especially after all the fighting she did today with us. I know I could go for another good swim before it gets to be too late again. For now though, let 'em be." Balin states.

Dwalin grunts and goes back to drying out the harnesses you had tossed to him. Being careful to make sure they will still hold your weapons and that the leather doesn't shrink.

 Thorin steps into the cool lake water. He walks down into it until it is up past his waist and then he slowly starts to swim out to you. You see him coming and duck down into the water. Your eyes open wide when you realize he is naked and you quickly swim away from him, only coming up when you need air. Your head quietly emerges from the water long enough to see the confused look on Thorin's face when he realizes you aren't where he thought you were. You quietly take another deep breath and duck back under the water. You see his body turn to where you were just at and he starts to swim towards you. 

You quickly swim away in another direction, annoyed. You just want to be left alone. Your body aches from the beating the dwarves gave you with their battle simulation. Your arms especially hurt. You're sure there will be dark bruises there by tonight. You already have some on your sides and legs from some of the hits from the Orcs the other day. Despite being able to fight well, you bruise easily, which infuriates you. 

You turn to look and see if Thorin is following you and your eyes widen. He is under the water, looking at you with wide, and sad looking eyes. You stop and don't move. He pauses his pursuit of you and just looks at you. 

 Thorin can't find you anywhere. He finally ducks under the water to see if he can see you swimming below the surface. He spots you swimming away from him... naked. He follows and is shocked to see all the bruises on your body, that are starting to form. "Did we really hit her hard enough to hurt her?" he asks himself. He sees you look back and you stop swimming away.

Thorin just stops and looks at you feeling horrible for all the bruises that he sees littering your back and body.  When you turn to meet his gaze he sees the bruises on your arms and sides. He lowers his gaze, sad that they hurt you like that and disappointed that he allowed this to happen to you, all be it unintentionally. 

When you see Thorin lower his gaze and look so incredibly sad, your heart breaks just a little. You need air and slowly move for the surface. He notices your movement and looks up. He sees you heading for the surface and he follows suit. You come up and take a few breaths of air, then see Thorin's head emerge from the water. 

"Amralime," he says quietly. "I did not realize we hurt you so badly. Why did you not say anything?" he asks, his blue eyes glassy. "I am so sorry!" he apologizes. You swim a little closer. Then stop. "You said to show you what I was made of, Thorin, and I did." you say quietly. 

He looks up at you, not knowing what to say. "I am sorry, are you in much pain?" he asks, concerned. 

"Not any more than what I normally am after fighting off a pack of Orcs." you reply. He looks at you with raised eyebrow. "You should've seen me after the pack I fought off the day before you found me here! Most of these bruises are from that." you tell him. "Except these ones on my arms. They're new, and this one on my side." 

Thorin hesitantly swims up to you and gently takes you in his arms. "I did not even notice all these bruises earlier." He replies. 

You chuckle. "I had on my under clothes earlier that's why, but I bruise easily, Thorin. It takes a day or so for them to appear, but I will be fine. They will just be tender for a while." you reply. 

"Is this why you kept dropping your weapons?" Thorin asks as he raises your arm to look at the bruises beginning to form. They are red welts, right now, but you know they will be purple and black by nightfall.

"Partially," you reply. "I don't have very thick padding to protect my arms, and I have no armor to protect my torso or legs." You tell him. "I have had to make do with what I was able to take from home or was given by the elves. Most of their armor did not fit me, despite their offers to give me some. I could not stay and wait for their craftsmen to make me special armor." You explained. 

"I did not expect to have to fight nearly all of your company in one shot, and you twice." you said bashfully as you lowered your head and looked at the two of you treading water. 

Thorin pulls you up against him and gently rubs your back. 'I am sorry, my love, I did not realize you had no armor, or I would've told them to go easy with the hits, as would have I." he says and kisses your head. You nod. "It's okay, Thorin. I will survive. I'll just be sore for a few days." you tell him as you rest your head on his chest.  He swims over to the shore with you in one of his arms. He sees where you draped your underclothes in the sun to dry. 

He can touch here and gently starts to kiss you and caress your battered body. "Let me make it up to you?" he asks as he peppers your face with kisses, tickling your skin with his beard. You raise your eyebrow. He slowly moves his body against yours and you feel his hard member gliding against your thighs. You open your stance a little allowing it to slide into the gap and rub against your entrance. 

Thorin groans quietly and rests his forehead against your neck. "Mahal, you feel so good against me!" he tells you. You moan and gently rub your fingernails up and down his back. "Are you going to punish me for beating you infront of your men?" you ask innocently. He chuckles, "Maybe later, once you've healed, but not right now. Right now I just want to love on you." he replies. You tilt your head back and rest it on the bank of the lake letting the sun bask your face in light while Thorin nuzzles against your neck. His hands roam all over your body as do yours on his. You feel him start to rut against you and his moans become deeper and you feel them reverberating in his chest as he presses against your body. 

You moan again as he takes your breast into his mouth and begins to suck on it. His hand wandering over to your other one and gently starts to mimic the feeling with his fingers. Your eyes roll back in your head and your hands grip his ass tightly. Thorin moans and sends shivers throughout your body. "I need to feel you in me, please, Thorin!" you manage to squeak out when you feel his member rubbing at your entrance. You wrap your legs around him as he slowly enters your body. You both let out a low moan of pleasure and he takes you in a gentle but tight embrace. "Mahal, you're so tight and hot!" he growls in your ear. He gives you a moment to adjust to his girth, then he starts to make love to you. Passionately and slowly. Taking his time to worship every inch of you and to make it last for as long as he can. 

You giggle when you hear someone from across the lake say, "So much for talking to her!" and he just gives you a hug and mumbles, "We did talk, now we're making up." which sets you off in a fit of giggles as he nibbles your neck and fondles your breast as he continues to thrust into you. 

After a bit, he pulls out and tells you to turn around. You turn and face the bank of the Lake. He nudges your legs apart and enters you from behind, making you moan as his girth fills you once again and your head flops back onto his shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around you. One at your waist with a hand on your lower belly, the other around your chest with his hand over your heart.  His head next to yours and you feel each hot breath he pants against your cool, wet skin. He leans you forward slightly to get a better angle and begins to thrust into you a little faster. "MMMMmmmmm" he rumbles into your ear.

"OOOOoooooh, Thorinnnnnn!" you moan as he starts hitting the one spot in you that makes you see stars. "Don't stopppp, Oooohhhh, right there!" you beg. 

He growls a low rumbling growl you feel in your body as it reverberates in his chest. His thrusts are becoming stronger and deeper. His grip on you begins to get tighter. "I won't be lasting much longer, Love." he rumbles into your ear. "Oh, Mahal! You feel SO good!" he growls. His moans and grunts become deeper and slightly louder as his thrusts become more erratic. He moves his upper hand to the middle of your breasts and he is holding your body tight against him as his lower hand slides down and his finger finds your sensitive pearl. Thorin begins to gently rub it and it sends you over the edge with a shuddering breath and a groan of his name. He follows a moment later with a hard thrust and you feel him explode inside you and fill you with his hot cum. He bites your neck trying not to scream your name for all to hear. He moans and shudders at the strength of the orgasm that hit him. His lower hand moves back to your lower belly and he gently rubs it in circles as he rests against you. 

Once he comes down off the high, he looks up at the sun. "We should be getting back soon, Love." He says as he peppers you with kisses. "I'm afraid I gave you another bruise on the other side of your neck" he says when he sees the bite mark he left. He kisses it gently. You look down and giggle. "Yours" you say and turn in his arms now that he was no longer inside you. "Mine!" he replies with a grin. 

"Why did you stay in the lake after I dumped you in here?" Thorin asks once you've settled in his arms again. "The cold water felt good on my aching body. Especially my arms and hands." you explain. 

He nods and takes an arm and starts to kiss it tenderly all the way from your shoulder to your finger's tips. Then he takes the other arm and hand and does the same thing. "Again, my Love, I am SO sorry we bruised you so badly." he apologizes and kisses you on the lips with an apologetic look on his face. You could see in his eyes he meant it and you caressed his bearded chin, scratching it with your fingernails, making him hard instantly and he let out a deep, rumbling moan. 

"Apology accepted, My Love." you tell him and give him a breathtaking kiss. He grins and enters you again, causing you to squeak in surprise. He just grins and holds you still as he thrusts into you. "Mahal! I can't get enough of you, Love." he grunts as he peppers your chest with love nips and kisses. You giggle and run your hands through his long locks and his beard. Peppering his face with kisses. "I love you, Thorin. Don't ever leave me alone again." you tell him.

"Never. Will. I. Leave. YOU. Alone. Again!" Thorin grunts out between thrusts. He can feel your orgasm building and is chasing it as he feels his growing. "You. Are. MY. QUEEN!" he roars as he feels you clench around him and come hot and hard, milking his swollen and hard member, sending him over the edge in a roar of release as he crushes you against him. 

You squeak and he chuckles and releases you after the initial wave of pleasure passes. "You are addicting, Love." he says with a chuckle.

You grin. "We're going to have to control ourselves if we are going to get you to Erebor by Durin's Day." you tell him. "Once you reclaim the mountain, you can have me as long and as much as you want!" you promise him. He chuckles and buries his face in your hair and breathes deeply.

"I love you, Y/N, so VERY much! I never thought I would ever find my one. I feared having to rule Erebor without a Queen. I didn't want to have to marry someone who was not my one, just to hopefully produce an heir. I would much rather have let Fili take over as King, once I was ready to step down, than have to marry one who was not my One and my Love." he mumbles as he nuzzles his face into your hair more. You giggle.

"And now?" you tease.

"Now, I have found you! You will join us and help us win back Erebor, and will rule at my side as Queen, join me in my bed at night, keep me company during the day and Mahal willing, give me heirs and daughters to bless our halls with the sound of dwarfling pebbles once again." he says beaming as he cups your face and puts his forehead to yours. "I look forward to the day when I can place a golden crown upon your head and declare to the kingdom their new Queen is here and will be by my side to rule and reign in peace and prosperity!" he whispers to you, kissing your button nose. 

You grin. "My, King..." you giggle when you see the company standing on the lake shore starting to strip and enter the lake. "I do believe our loyal subjects are coming to look for us and are growing impatient." you giggle again and point when Thorin looks up into your face and then turns to follow your finger pointing to the shoreline.

He chuckles. "You should get your underclothes back on. Why do your underpants not have a crotch?" he inquires as you yank them down off the bush. You giggle, "For easy access when I need to go to the bathroom. I don't have the luxury of one of these that I can just whip out and pee off a cliff." you tease as you grab him down there and give it a gentle tug. He smirks. "It's also easy access for other things..." he growls. You giggle and nod. You quickly pull down your undertunic and slip it on. A few moments later, Kili pops up a little ways away from the two of you. Fili pops up next to him a moment later. 

Thorin growls. "What are you two doing over here?" he asks. 

They chuckle, "We're racing across the lake to see who can cross it the fastest." Thorin raises a brow. "Well then better get on with it." he suggests. The two brothers giggle and duck under the water and you see them pop up a few minutes later about half way across the lake, Kili in the lead. You chuckle. 

Thorin turns your head back to him and kisses you sweetly. "Are you ready to re-join the group now?" he asks. You nod. The two of you begin to swim back to the other side of the lake. You get about 3/4 of the way across when you feel someone tickle your foot. Luckily your head was above water. You put your face into the water and look. You see Dwalin grin and put his finger to his lips telling you to be quiet. You raise an eyebrow and he comes up behind Thorin and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Thorin laughs and leans backwards when Dwalin starts to raise him up out of the water. Thorin and Dwalin fall back into the water with a huge splash.

You giggle and cover your eyes since all the Dwarves and even the little hobbit were naked. You weren't sure how much Thorin wanted you to be seeing, though you got quite an eyefull of Dwalin. He chuckled and came up beside you and grabbed your waist making you gasp. He chuckled again and chucked you over to Thorin who caught you and kissed you silly. Causing the other dwarves to cheer, making you blush a beet red. Making them all laugh again.

You grinned and splashed Dwalin. "Oh, ya better be careful, Lass, Thorin might let us get ya if ya keep splashin us like that!" he teased. You looked at Thorin and he just grinned and crossed his arms across his chest, smirking. 

Balin laughed and scolded his brother, "Now don't go scaring the Lass, Brother!" he chided. Suddenly Thorin was pulled under the water and you turned with a gasp. You felt something brush against your leg and you shrieked and ran as fast as you could over to Balin.

He chuckled. "Don't worry, Lass, it was most likely his nephews." he tells you with a chuckle. You feel something brush against your leg again and shriek, grabbing Balin's arm. He grinned and looked around, seeing Fili in the water behind him, grinning. He shook his head and chuckled. Fili tickled you again and you kicked at whatever it was that was tickling you. He came up coughing as your kick got him in the... well... nuts. And he was kneeling in the water that is now up to his neck, holding his aching crotch, coughing and glaring at you.

You giggled, "Serves you right for sneaking up on me like that!" you said with your hands on your hips. He just smirked. "Aw, come on Auntie Y/n. Have a little fun!" he replied swimming over to the other side of Balin and trying to stand, wincing at the ache. You giggled, so did Balin. "Maybe you'll think twice before sneaking up on your Aunt." Balin said chuckling. "She's not a dwarrowdam to be scaring, as she will retaliate..." Balin said grinning. "You ok, Laddie?" Balin asked with a smirk. 

"I'll be fine... eventually... she got me in the, uh... crown jewels..." he coughed. Balin roared with laughter, as did Dwalin who had come over to see what was going on. "What did I miss?" he asked. Fili just glared at Balin and moved off to join Kili in trying to dunk Thorin.

Dwalin looked at you and you were giggling and were blushing a deep red. He raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother. Balin chuckled. "Fili was trying to spook, Y/n and after the third time he tickled her legs, she gave him a kick.... to the, uh... crown jewels." he replied chuckling. 

Dwalin looked from his brother, to you, to Fili and winced. "Ouch!" he said. You giggled again. "He asked for it. And in my defense, I didn't look to see what it was that was doing the tickling. I just kicked blindly at whatever was tickling me!" you defended with another round of giggles. They both chuckled. 

Well, I think I've had my fill of the water for the day." Balin said. "I'm going to get out and go dry off." he tells you with a raised eyebrow. 

You giggle, "Don't worry, Balin, I won't look." you promise. He chuckles and pats your shoulder, then notices your bruises. He looks up at you concerned, then gently takes your arm and looks at the bruises beginning to appear. "What happened here, Lass?" he asks quietly. Dwalin looks down and his eyes open wide. You frown.

"I just bruise easily. It's nothing. Most of them are from the Orc attack from the day before." you explain. "Most of them?" Dwalin asks with a raised eyebrow. "Ya mean to say, the rest of these are from yer, mock battle with us?" he asks, suddenly concerned. 

You don't answer right away and look down into the water with a frown. He looks down at you then gently takes your chin and tilts your head up. "Lass if we hurt you, I'll have you tell me. It was not our intention to harm you." he tells you looking concerned. 

"You didn't hurt me all that much, Dwalin. Like I said, I bruise easily. They, smart, but it is nothing I can't live with for a few days. I know none of you meant to do it. It just happens sometimes when practicing. Some of ya hit harder than I'm used to practicing with is all. And like you said, I need to learn to keep my weapons in my hands even when I get hit and it hurts. I can't keep losing my weapons during a real battle, and how else will I learn unless I get hit and it hurts a little... or a lot." You reply. 

Dwalin and Balin frown. "Lass, we don't want to hurt you. Why didn't you say anything?" Balin asks. "Because I can defend myself. I don't want to be coddled and treated like I'm crystal or glass and will break with the slightest blow. I can take hits. They just leave ugly bruises for a few days afterwards that smart for a bit. It's nothing that I can't handle." you say defensively and cross your arms and look down. 

Balin looks up at Dwalin who just shrugs. "Very well, Lass. But if it gets too much, please say something. We treasure your presence and do not want to see you in constant pain." he says gently. You nod. "If it gets to be too much, Balin, I will say something." you tell him. He grins and gently pats your elbow. 

"Very well then, I'm off to get dried off and dressed." he tells you with a chuckle. You keep your back to the shoreline and Dwalin chuckles and moves away to join Bofur and Gloin in their antics. Most of the dwarves were naked, but the water hovered around their waists for the most part so all you really saw were their chests or backs and an occasional set of butt cheeks.

You watched their antics and suddenly felt a soft brush of skin against your legs. You looked down to see Thorin looking up at you from under the water, and he had his finger over his mouth. You raise an eyebrow. He grins and caresses your leg. The water being up a little past your waist. He settles between your legs after nudging them open wider and he begins to caress your inner thighs with his hands. You close your eyes and enjoy the touch and the sun on your face. 

Your eyes fly open though when you feel his fingers slowly enter your cave and begin to move rhythmically in and out of you. You look down to see Thorin looking up at you with a smug grun. You shake your head and smile. He moves his fingers a bit faster and adds another one to you making you catch your breath before you could moan out. He grins and then moves his head up near your entrance. You let out a little gasp as he pulls you further into the water and he begins to suck and nibble your pearl as he finger fucks you.

He nuzzles your hair down there and nips at the lips to the entrance of your cave. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair and give it a tug. He gives one last nip making you jump a bit, then he removes his fingers from your cave causing you to whimper at the loss of girth there.

He emerges from the water behind you and stands, with his arms wrapped around your waist. He pulls you back towards a large boulder under the water he spotted and he sits down on the boulder and pulls you towards his lap and settles you on his member as he slowly lowers you down facing away from him.  You groan and he reaches around and holds you with his hands, One on your belly, the other playing with your nub. Your head flops back onto his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth.

If anyone looked at the two of you from above the water, they wouldn't know he was inside of you, making love to you. But it was clear as day, if anyone saw you from below the water's surface. He grinned and whispered to you all the filthy things he wanted to do to you once he reclaimed Erebor. He told you all the places he wanted to make love to you in and the first place he listed was the throne of Erebor. You shuddered at the thought of your voices echoing in the halls. You moaned quietly into his ear. He chuckled. You lifted your head up when you heard a loud splash and realized someone had been thrown into the water. Bofur was on Kili's shoulders, and Dwalin was laughing as Fili came sputtering back up out of the water. 

You chuckled and moaned as Thorin's thrusting in you became harder. You could feel him throbbing inside you and becoming harder. His pants and moans more lower in pitch and muffled in your hair or shoulder. He surprisingly came quickly and quietly as you felt him grip your waist hard and his thrusts became erratic under the water. The only hint of his coming from above the water was a low, almost inaudible moan at the back of your neck as he buried his face in your hair when he came. You felt him explode in you and throbbing with each pulse of warmth he shot into your deep cave. You chuckled and he nipped your neck. "What was that chuckle for?" he asked quietly. 

"You fucking me to completion in front of your oblivious company." You quietly replied. He chuckled. "They know, they are just trying to ignore it." he replies grinning.

"You two done over there?" Dwalin teases. "See?" Thorin chuckles. He nods to Dwalin who grins and shakes his head. "You're as bad as rabbits!" he teases, making you blush a deep red and cover your face. They laugh and Thorin just chuckles. "Wait till he finds his One, he'll be just as bad." Thorin remarks. 

You grin. "How am I going to get out with out everyone seeing me like this?" You ask. Thorin chuckles. "They will see you like this on the journey, Love, better get used to it. But if it bothers you I will get out first and bring you a towel." He offers. You nod. "Please?"

Thorin chuckles and lifts you off of him. He sets you back on the boulder and gently cleans himself off in the water, then goes to get out and grabs a towel for you.

The other dwarves hoot and holler and tease him paying him compliments on his ass and strong back and arms, and hard abs; while winking at you and making you blush again. Thorin just chuckles and brings you the towel, using it to shield you from their eyes. You wrap up in it and he helps you onto the shore. He grabs your outer tunic and skirt and helps you into them while you shield yourself with the towel so the others can't see. Thorin kisses your forehead and then the two of you head back to camp.

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[benchowmein]

just watched the first hobbit movie and

by god they really thought people wanted an extended 10 minute framing sequence so we could see frodo instead of, like, a depiction of bilbo’s everyday life as a young hobbit, and of the shire generally

bilbo is played so weirdly (there’s that bit where gollum says he’ll eat him and martin freeman was like oh okay i’ll react like i’m in the office) and like 90% of that could’ve been solved if they’d just hired someone who could play bilbo better. stuntcasting just because sherlock was big at the time doesn’t mean much when you’re adapting one of the best selling novels of all time and also one of the most successful film trilogies of all time a decade ago

if we got to see some of bilbo’s normal life instead of the weird opening sequence that would make characterising bilbo as being pulled between bagginsian and tookish tendencies a lot easier, and that’s important for many reasons, the biggest one of all being that the plot doesn’t work if bilbo is characterised as standoffish and uneager to please anybody when that’s like his driving motive in the book

also the first like half an hour of this movie effectively takes place in the interior of bag-end, some shots of the shire would also have differentiated that. also bilbo’s skin looks weirdly yellow idk if it’s my tv screen or his clothes not suiting martin freeman or the makeup but that definitely isn’t his usual skin tone

the comedy from the book is leeched out in favour of like...jokes about burping and snot...and like LOTR wasn’t popular with preteen boys because of the toilet humour lol just make jokes that stand up by themselves

the misty mountains song was gooood but idk i never thought of the dwarves like they are in the film AT ALL. also i get WHY they showed us flashbacks of erebor falling to smaug (and erebor pre-smaug) but if they were going to make it exposition i don’t know why they couldn’t make it be an opening narration done by a dwarf. i guess they didn’t want it to be too similar to galadriel but i mean they also randomly inserted her into the film for no reason so

for god’s sake the trolls are obviously meant to be west country, not cockney, if you’re going to be classist at least represent more than one accent

the overindulgence in epic fight scenes is why this film is 3 hours long. every scene is three times longer than it should be. i guess the general criticism is that the hobbit is a children’s book and they’re trying to make it like lotr but still...the action sequences still don’t hold up! arwen taking frodo to rivendell is genuinely a wonderful scene rich with action and with high stakes, as is frodo and the boys outrunning the wraith, and they’re just chase scenes! don’t bother if they don’t hold up by themselves is what i’m saying

can i just say that the grass in this movie was way too green...like everything looks so fake and fantasy compared with lotr and i am certain the weird frame rate has something to do with that...

also the extended flashback to the battle outside moria...not good...like how many battle sequences do we neeeeeed

richard armitage looks so weird as thorin and WHY IS HIS BEARD SO CLOSE! big bushy beards are so obviously a sign of strength for dwarves (they even have a “may your beards never grow thin” line in the book) so why does thorin, a character who is ostensibly image-conscious and proud, trim his????

radagast was weird and that’s coming from someone who stans radagast from the pithy little tolkien wrote about him. also the bit where he sees sauron is stupid as is the fact that he cares about this one hedgehog when the foxes and birds are also dying like i get it but whatever. also the daughters of ungoliant are weird and idk why they’re there tbqph

thunder battle!

the great goblin is the worst character in this whole film and idk why they had him sing a song that wasn’t in the book (i’m pretty sure) when there are lots of good songs to pick from.  sorry you don’t want this film to be seen as low-brow so you won’t have the wargs speak or sing but you WILL have this goblin sing in falsetto about killing dwarves? get over it also why is he so BIG

the gollum bit was really good especially the bit where bilbo is going to kill him! i also like how gollum has his little pocket but if you want you can imagine he is wearing the ring on his dick

the escape from the goblin caves is a bit trashy but also fine i guess...its like a weak lotr scene but in the hobbit that’s wonderful to me. if they make a lotr theme park i have no doubt that would be in it (though moria is the more obvious choice)

the ending was sooo drawn out and i am concerned that the next film will just retcon thorin’s apology to bilbo for being mean, and obviously his final downfall is a direct result of his greed and avarice so he’s just going to immediately forget the lesson learned when he tried to kill azog

why is azog here honestly and why does he have symmetrical scars like he’s been whipped or something idk idc lol

oh boy the gold in the final smaug bit looks fake...i guess that’s because obviously that much gold will never look REAL to us without it actually being real or whatever...but could they not have desaturated it or something...

apparently desolation of smaug is better but i am...aware that the battle of the five armies will be awful because honestly how can you possibly turn like 5 pages of book into 3 hours of film

[saelwen]

The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Thranduil

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter8

Masterlist

Summary:After Daenerys death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost with out her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races.

Warnings: death, burning corpse

Words:2k

The cold wind was hitting my face, drying my tears a little. How could I be so stupid! Mother always taught me not let man's get in my head, taught me to be strong woman. And never be manhandled...Valar Morghulis...that’s what mother would say.

Me and Drogon been flying for hours, if not a day. I would be lying if I say that I know where am I, looking down I only saw trees and around us there is no sight of civilization. A sigh fell from my lips, I know we should stop and let Drogon rest but I'm afraid that any threat could go upon us when we were resting.

My thoughts were interrupted by a roar that Drogon let go, manifesting his tiredness “I know, my sweet friend...Let’s rest for a bit.” I look down and saw a small clearing, I order him to land there for a bit, so he could rest. Climbing off from his back, I pet his head “Stay here and rest. I will go see if there is any river nearby.” with that, I walk into the dense forest, looking for some water to drink.

After a while, I found a small river, with clear water. I sigh in relief and sat on my knees by the river bank. I begin drinking some water and when I was satisfied, I begin washing my hands and face. As I was cleaning my dry tears, I notice my reflection on the clear water. I look weak and tired, there was dark circles under my violet eyes, my brown skin was paler and my long silver hair was a mess from flying. Closing my eyes, my thoughts begin to drift back to the emotionless, cold face of Thranduil. The evil smirk that it formed on his face when he told me that I was a mere pretty thing to pass time...just to be use like a doll and throw away when he was finished playing it. Thorin was right. I shouldn’t trust on elves...

I look to the sky, seeing dark clouds begin forming, ready to let go a heavy rain. Standing up, I begin walking in the direction where I came from. Suddenly, a sound of heavy feet's hitting the ground grab my attention. I look at the direction where the noise came from and start follow it, passing through some bushes and trees. I stop where the ground ended, that lead me to a huge cliff, I look down and a small gasp escape from my mouth. Down below, a huge number of orcs marched, full of armor and all sorts of weapons, ready to attack. I look at the direction that they were marching for and my eyes widened. They are going to Erebor! Turning back, I run to where Drogon was, climbing to his back “Come on, Drogon! Those stubborn dwarfs and snobby elves need our help!” with that he jumps into the air, flapping his wings, flying us towards Erebor. I hope that I will arrive at time.

                                                   ~~~~~~~~~~

(Thranduil P.O.V)

How did I get in this mess? Not only that stubborn dwarf king didn’t accept our deal, now his cousin came with his army. I let out a sigh and order my elk to move in front of my army, I yell the order to shoot, letting go a rain of arrows on the dwarf's army but two huge propellers like, clean all the arrows on the air and land on my army. Damn! Those dwarfs have more defense mechanisms than us, I order the first front the ready they shield as I see the dwarfs cavalry coming closer. I stay back, seeing my army killing those filthy dwarfs. I look to Bard, who was trying to calm down his people, “Stay put! Let my army finish them.” I say firmly, he only nods and continue calming his people along with Mithrandir and the halfling.  

Suddenly the ground begins shaking, I look to Mithrandir “They have arrived!” he said with a firm voice. Oh no! There was a huge explosion as the giant's worms jump from the ground, letting the orc army come out. Dain begins shouting for his army to ready and form a wall with they shields.  

My army stay still, ready for my orders. Mithrandir runs to me “King Thranduil! This is madness! You need to do something!” he yells to me. My heart beat begins beat faster, as everything around me goes slow motion. What have I done? I led my people into a battle that it didn’t concern us! Everything I do, only bring death and pain.  

Suddenly, a loud roar grabbed my attention and of everyone even the orcs. Looking up, I couldn’t see almost nothing because of the sun light hitting my eyes but I saw a black figure, flying down to us. I heard Mithrandir and the halfling gasp and look to them with a confused look “I knew it that she wouldn’t turn her back to us!” the halfling said with excitement in his voice, Mithrandir nods and smiled proudly. Looking up again to the black figure, now closer I notice that was Daenys, with her beast. My eyes widened as her dragon blow the most part of the orc army, setting fire to the first row.

The people of Laketown begin cheering for they savior, Bard looks to me “I will led my people to Dale and try to take the rest of the people out of here!” with that he was gone, leading his people away from the battle.  

The iron foot joins the battle, killing every orc that pass in front of them. Mithrandir grab his sword “Thranduil! You must help them!” he says as he starts running to the battle with the halfling close behind. Grabbing tightly the handler of my sword, “Attack!” I yell to my army, ordering my elk to move forward.  

(Daenys P.O.V)

Most of the first row of the orc’s army was burning, I turn Drogon and ready for another attack. I notice that the dwarf army have joined the battle as well the elves, I led Drogon more into the orc’s army for not kill any dwarf or elf.  

I look down and saw some cave trolls running towards the Dale town, ready to attack the people there. Grabbing tightly on Drogon spikes “Dracarys!” I said firmly, making him burn every monster near the town. A smirk grew on my face as I hear the screams of agony of the orcs and the trolls, smelling they skin burning. Looking down, I notice that Thorin is still inside of his precious mountain. Why isn’t he here, fighting with his people? Suddenly a huge rock flew pass through us, I look down and saw a troll with a catapult on his back, aiming at us. Fuck! Drogon dodged the second rock and flew towards the troll, grabbing him by the head with his claws and threw him in air, as he rips off the troll head.  

After some time, setting fire to orcs and trolls, I order Drogon to land on the wall of Dale town. I order him to blow his fire forward, killing every orc that was running towards the town. I see Gandalf and Bilbo running to me “I’m glad that you’ve came!” Gandalf says with a smile, I return the smile “And when our lovely dwarf king while join the battle?” I ask sarcastically. Bilbo looks down a shamed by his friend actions, Gandalf sighs “I hope soon enough.” as he said those words, a huge gold bell blows the front entrance of Erebor. A small smile broke on my lips as I see the company running to battle, joining us. I look to Gandalf “You were right, Gandalf. As always.” a smirk form on his lips, Bilbo smiled but it disappeared as he notices Thorin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili climb the mountain on they goats “Where are they going?!” he asked worried. Gandalf frowns “To cut the snake head!” I look up and saw Azog on top of the mountain waiting for them.  

I could go and help them but the people here need me, and I know that Thorin could beat Azog on the fight. The sound hooves hitting the floor grabbed my attention, and saw on the bridge Thranduil mounting an elk running to us. A small smile form on my lips as I see that he was okay.  

As he was getting closer to the gate, the orcs shoot they arrows to the elk’s neck, killing it. Thranduil falls on the floor, I turn Drogon back and order him blow his fire on the orcs in front of Thranduil.  

The orcs scream in horror and start running away in fear of Drogon, yelling to retreat. Thranduil looks to me and give me a little nod in thanks, then begins killing every orc that was near him. A sigh fell from me as I notice how he looks to me with a cold look. Moving my gaze to the top of the hill, I saw the rest of the orc’s army arriving. I look to Gandalf “I will take care of the rest of the army! Protect the people here!” with that Drogon fly us into the sky.

As we were getting closer, I notice the eagles flying with us and on top of one of them was Beorn. A smirk appears on my face “I thought that a bear couldn’t fly!” I yell to him. Beorn looks to me and roll his eyes, jumping out of the eagle and transforming into his bear form, landing on the orc’s army.  

The eagles started diving down and killing the orcs, throwing them on the air and ripping of they heads. I order Drogon to also dive down and set fire to the orcs, blowing everything below us.  

                                          ~~~~Time-Skip~~~~

The battle was won. Sauron army has fallen but they took with them the last line of Durin. I was standing beside Bilbo, hearing Gandalf speech on Thorin, Fili and Kili funeral. The iron foot, people of Laketown and even the Mirkwood elves were there, mourning the loss of the King of Lonely Mountain. A tear falls from down my cheek, I didn’t end good with Thorin but I know that he was a good man and during the trip we had good moments together.  

I look down to Bilbo and saw that he was trying to clean his tears. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, he looks to me and I give him a sad smile. This will be hard for him...He have never witness death this close.  

After the funeral, I walk to Drogon and pet his warm scales, making him purring “Ready to go home, old friend?” I ask him with a soft voice. His eyes left mine and look behind me. Confused by this I look back to see what he was looking at, my eyes widened as I see Thranduil standing there looking to me. He took a step forward “I see that you’re leaving...” he says with an awkward voice, looking to Drogon suspicious. I nod and let out a sigh “Yes...I’m going back to Gandalf cabin...” I say quietly, we stay there for a while in silence, trying to avoid our gaze.  

After a while, he let out a long sigh “I’m sorry, Daenys....for everything I’ve said to you. I’m here to ask you if you want to stay in Mirkwood?...Your friend also can stay.” his voice came out weak, full of guilt. Do I want to return there? Knowing that I was just a mere thing to him! I close my eyes, I know that I want to stay there...”Okay...i will stay there for a while. Then I will return to Gandalf cabin.” a huge smile spread on Thranduil face, he was about hug me as I took a step back “As friends of course!...King Thranduil.” I say softly, with a firm look on my eyes. He looks down , trying to hide his disappointment “Of course, Lady Daenys!...Now should we go?” he ask a while offering me his hand, I nod and turn back, climbing Drogon back “I will meet you there, King Thranduil!” with that me and Drogon fly into the sky, leaving behind a sad elvenking.

I will be firm and don't let him enter in my heart ever again.

Hey Guys!!! New chapter here, this one was fun to right. Hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!!

XOXO

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[eternaldarkness55]

A Battle for Love

(Storyinfo)(Ariel falls hard for Bilbo so Ursala turns her into a human but he is heading for Erobor and she has to get through Mirkwood and Lake Town before she gets to Erobor. Along the way she'll meet new friends and gain new family. But with Smaug attacking Lake Town and the battle raging in Erobor will her love for Bilbo meet the same fate as Kili and her new best friend Tauriel?)

My name is Ariel I'm a twenty year old mermaid princess of Atlantica which is located in the lake of Lake Town. I'm the only child of King Triton, abused child for that matter my father beats me. This morning when I came up to the surface to watch the people of Lake Town which I love to do every morning. I dreamed of being human forever. I spotted fourteen men arriving on a boat. They were dwarfs but one I spotted was not a dwarf it was a Hobbit. A very hot one and I fell madly in love so that's why I'm here right now in a cave talking with the good witch Ursala who gives merpeople the power to turn from mer to human whenever they please with no payment.

   Ursala: My dear girl you will have the human life you want, be away from your horrible father, and I will help you get the man of your dreams. But this is how this is going to work the place you'll appear is not far from where the Hobbit is but I'm afraid you won't be able to see him till later and you'll see him. When you do see him his name is Bilbo. Now are you reading child?

   Ariel: Yes please

   There was a bright blue flash then all of sudden Ariel was human, wearing a knee length, sleeveless, white dress with red and blue butterfly's on it with white sandals and was standing in Mirkwood forest. As she turned around she saw a blond elf walking towards her.

   Thranduil: Excuse miss are you alright? Do you have a home?

   Ariel: No I don't have a home, my father beats me that's not a home.

   Thranduil: Well that's all going to change, come live with me and my people. Be my daughter and part of my army Mirkwood will be your home and I would never harm you.(extended his hand)

   She trusted Ursala that this was meant to happen in order to have her true love so she took his hand and went with him. She became Ariel Greenleaf daughter of Thranduil, sister of Legoles, best friend to Tauriel, and one of the best fighters in Thranduil's army. In time Ariel told Legoles, Thranduil, and Tauriel where she comes from and why she there. They all still accepted her but Thranduil dismissed her love for Bilbo and told her “You’re not just a princess from birth you're a princess because you're my daughter. And being my daughter you belong in Mirkwood and nowhere else and as the king's daughter you will not pledge yourself to that Shire rat". Legoles agreed with his father but being in love with Kili Tauriel understood Ariel and the two ran away to not only help in the fight but to find their loves.

   Lake Town Bard's house

   Tauriel and Ariel were about to leave when they saw Bofur coming up the stairs.

   Tauriel: Athelas(Whispered taking the plant)

   Bofur: What are you going to do?

   Tauriel: I'm going to save him(Whispered)

   Not long after she healed Kili everyone heard a noise Smaug was coming. Everyone quickly ran out and ran over to the boat.

    Bane: What about our dad?

    Ariel: If you stay here your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?

    They all got in and the Fili and Bofur rowed as Smaug burned the town. They saw someone in a tower shooting arrows.

    Tilda and Sigrid: Dad(Cried)

    Ariel: Wait(Bane ran out of the boat)

    Tauriel: Leave him(Grabbed her arm)

    After what seemed like forever a dead Smaug fell to the water.

    Ariel: He did it, he killed him

    That morning Ariel and Tauriel helped the people of Lake Town as Sigrid and Tilda called desperately for their dad. Alfred saw Ariel handing out blankets.

    Alfred: Give me one of those I'll catch my death in this cold

    Ariel: Oh find your own 

    Alfred: Give me that blanket(Pulled at one)

    Ariel: I'll be dead before I answer to the likes of you(Pulled the blanket away)

    Alfred: That can be arranged(Seized her arm hard and was about to slap her) 

    Bard: Don't you dare touch her(Seized Alfred's arm)

    Bane tripped Alfred making him fall

    Tilda: Dad(Cried)

    Bard: Come here(Held out his arms)

    The girls ran into his arms

    A man: It was Bard he killed the dragon I saw it with my own eyes.

    Ariel: Bard where do we go for shelter?

    Bard: Were going to Erobor

    Bofur: Come on you two we got to get to Thorin(Said to Kili and Tauriel)

 Kili: Give us a sec, please come with me Tauriel(Grabbed her hands)

 Tauriel: I'll meet you there I promise but I promised Ariel I'd help her so I have to travel to Erober with her.

    Kili: At least take this(Took out the stone)

    Tauriel: It was a promise from your mother keep it

    They were about to kiss but then stopped

    Tauriel: My lord Legoles(Said in Elvish)

    Legoles: Leave dwarf

    He did

    An elf: Lord Legoles Lady Ariel you are to return to your father at once.

    Legoles: Come Ariel and Tauriel

    The elf: Not Tauriel she has been banished(Said in Elvish)

    Legoles was so furious that he decided to not only give in helping with the fight but help Ariel and Bilbo be together. Even help Tauriel and Kili be together cause he knew now she loved him not Legoles and that he had to get over it and that he couldn't force her.

    Ariel: I'm not going anywhere(Said fiercely)

    Legoles: You don't have to I'm going with both of you

    The 3 left later all of the Lake Town people arrived in Erobor.

    Bard: Get some fires going, Alfred take the night watch

    Fires were built and wounded were healed.

    The morning

    A man: The children are starving we don't have enough food

    Bard: Do what you can, any news from the night watch Alfred?

    Alfred: Quiet as a mouse sir nothing gets pass me

    They walked outside and saw an army of elves

    Bard: Except for an army of elves

    The elves let Bard through and let the people take all the food and drink from the carts.

    Bard: You saved us I don't know how to thank you(Said to Thranduil)

    Thranduil: I'm not here for you I'm here to reclaim something that is mine. A gem in the mountain that I to desire, a gem of pure and beautiful starlight.(Talking about Ariel)

    Bard rode on a horse over to the mountain

    Bard: Hail Thorin, will you please speak with me?

    Thorin nodded and went downstairs they looked at each other through a hole in the door.

    Thorin: I'm listening

    Bard: On behalf of the people of Lake Town I ask that you honor your pledge. A share of the treasure so they might we build their lives. My people offered you help and all you bring upon them is ruin and death. A bargain was struck!

    Thorin: A bargain? What choose do we have but to barter our birth right for blankets and food? Tell me Bard the dragon slayer why should I honor such terms?

    Bard: Because you gave us your word, does that mean nothing?

    Thorin: Be gone(Yelled)

     Bard hit the wall furiously and left both Lake Town and the dwarfs got ready for war. Then Bard, Thranduil, and all the elves marched over to the mountain.

    Bard: Thanks for the Arkenstone, you may have it back but first you must honor your word.(Took out the Arkenstone then put it away)

    Thorin: The Arkenstone is in this mountain it's a trick(Yelled)

    Bilbo: It's no trick it's real I gave it to them, I was going to give it to you many times but-

    Thorin: But what you miserable rat?

    Bilbo: You've changed Thorin the dwarf I met in Bag End would have never gone back on his word. Or doubt the loyalty of his kin.

    Thorin: Do not speak to me of loyalty, toss him over!

    Thorin: Did you not hear me?!(Seized Fili then let go)

    Thorin: I'll do it myself curse you(Seized Bilbo)

    Gandalf: Return my burglar to me(Came walking)

    Bofur grabbed Bilbo as Thorin let him go

    Bofur: Go

    Bilbo climbed down by a rope

    Bard: Are we resolved? The Arkenstone for what was promised, give us your answer, will you have peace or war? 

    Thorin: I will have war 

    Dain Ironfoot and his army arrived but so did Azog and his army. The war began.

    In Erobor

    Legoles: Gandalf(Arrived on a horse with Ariel and Tauriel 

    Gandalf: Legoles Greenleaf(Legoles and the girls walked over to him)

    Legoles: There's a second army coming  Gundabad orcs there almost upon us

    Gandalf: They'll be going to the North

    Bilbo: The North, where is the North?

    Gandalf: Ravenhill

    Bilbo: Ravenhill, Thorin is up there, and Fili and Kili their all up there

    A elf horn went off

    Gandalf: My lord dispatch this force to Ravenhill the dwarfs are about to be over run. Thorin must be warned(Walked over to him followed by Bilbo and Ariel)

    Thranduil: By all means warn him I have shed enough elf blood for this cursed land.

    Bilbo: I'll go

    Gandalf: Don't be ridiculous you’ll never make it

    Bilbo: Why not?

    Gandalf: Because they will see you coming and kill you

    Bilbo: No they won't they won't see me

    Gandalf: It's out of the question

    Bilbo: I wasn't asking for permission Gandalf

    Ariel: Wait I'll go with you

    Thranduil: No you will not we are going back to Mirkwood. Help me find your brother now that's an order.

    Ariel: Watch me!

    Bilbo and Ariel left

    Ravenhill(After Bilbo and Ariel found Thorin and after Fili's death)

    Orcs started coming towards them but Dwalin came running and fought them off. Ariel helped him as Bilbo threw rocks at the Orcs Dwalin and Ariel succeed in killing all the Orcs that went at them but not before one knocked out Bilbo. Ariel slipped a note in Bilbo's pocket and then sat down next to Bilbo watching over him with her sword ready to defend him and waiting for him to wake up. Dwalin left Ariel saw eagles starting to arrive Bilbo groaned as he woke up he looked over and saw Ariel sitting next to him then looked at what Ariel was staring at.

    Bilbo: The eagles are coming(Whispered)

    Ariel heard him

    Ariel: You’re awake, are you okay?

    Bilbo: I think so, who are you? You followed me to warn Thorin and you watched over me and wouldn't leave my side when I got knocked out, why?(Sat up)

    Ariel: I slipped that letter in your pocket in case I died while defending you while you were knocked out but I guess you don't need it. I'm a mermaid princess and I saw you and your friend's on Bard's boat arriving in Lake Town. The minute I saw you I fell hard for you so I asked a good lake witch to give me the ability to turn into a human. Thranduil adopted me but he turned out to be a horrible father once I told him the reason I was on land. Not worse than my real farther though my real father beats me.

    Bilbo was mind blown by the time she was done.

    Bilbo: Well now that you found me like you wanted what's your plan now?

    Ariel grabbed his face and kissed him he could not figure out what this gorgeous, hot, tough, and brave princess saw him. But he didn't care he'll take it she stopped.

    Ariel: I'm Ariel

    Bilbo: Bilbo Baggins

    Ariel: I know, the lake witch told me

    They stood up and saw Thorin below who soon collapsed to the ground. They gasped and made their way down and ran over to a coughing bleeding Thorin.

    Thorin: Bilbo(Gasped)

    Ariel: Don't move don't move lie still

    Thorin: Bilbo forgive me I was to blind to see, you’re the best friend I ever had I love you. I'm so sorry, farewell master Baggins go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees watch them grow.

    Bilbo: No no no no no Thorin(Cried desperately as he took Thorin's hand)

    Thorin died Bilbo cried hard in Ariel's arms making her cry too.

    Where Tauriel is holding Kili's dead body

    Thranduil walked over to her

    Tauriel: Their going to bury him(Whispered)

    Thranduil: Yes

    Tauriel: Why does love hurt so much?(Crying)

    Tranduil: Because it's real

     Thranduil apologized to Ariel and let her go she went home with Bilbo and they were married and had a son named Frodo. The letter she wrote him was framed in his and Ariel's room. To Ariel the Shire was more beautiful than any lake or royal kingdom and the people were kind and welcoming.

    The Shire years later(Bilbo's 101 birthday)(Ariel didn't  make it that long she died at 90)

    There was a knock on the door

    Bilbo: No more birthday wishes(Yelled)

    Gandalf: Not even from old friends

    Bilbo knew that voice he smiled as he walked over to the door and opened it.

    Bilbo: Gandalf(Said happily)

    Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins(Smiled)

    Bilbo: Gandalf(They hugged)

    THE END

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

The Bear-Man

Summary: after some much needed rest it's time for introductions to be made

Pairing: Fili X wife!OC X Kili

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1582

Nell woke up the next morning and stretched. Surprisingly she had slept all through the night, no nightmares and no interruptions. She didn't even think she had moved. Opening her eyes she noticed that she was still laying on her makeshift bed, but she wasn't using Fili as a pillow anymore, nor was Kili's warmth at her back. She was however covered in their cloaks. Standing up, she laid them over her arm to carry them. She could hear talking in the other room and decided to follow it. As she walked in none of the others turned to look at her. They were all too busy staring out a window.

With a frown she began moving closer to try and see what they were looking at. Seeing the extremely large hairy man outside cutting wood her eyes went wide. She hadn't realized that when Gandalf called Beorn a great strong man that he was going to be so large. “So that's the bear-man?” She asked causing the rest of the company to finally notice her. “Aye lass it is. We've been watching him for a while waiting on you and Bilbo to wake up,” Bofur told her. She looked at him curiously not understanding why they had waited on her and the hobbit unless it was because they wanted to introduce everyone at once.

“You and Bilbo will be coming with me to speak to him. The rest are to come out in pairs while Bombur comes out last as he is quite large and counts as two,” Gandalf informed her. Nell crossed her arms and looked at the wizard unhappily. “Bombur maybe bigger than the rest of us, but that was very rude of you to say. I don't like the fact you made fun of my friend. Apologize,” she demanded. Just because he was a wizard and they needed him didn't mean she was going to let him getting away with calling her friend fat. Gandalf gave a huff and turned to Bombur. “I am sorry, but we still stick to the plan,” he said. He paused for a moment. “Wait for my signal,” he told them.

With a roll of her eyes she followed Gandalf out the back door to meet Beorn. She stood beside him and kept her mouth shut for the moment. “I'm Gandalf, Gandalf the grey.”

“Never heard of him.”

“Maybe you heard of my college. Radagast the Brown.”

Beorn turned to look at them and seeing Nell and Bilbo he raised his axe. “Who is this little fellow and lady?”

“This is Bilbo Baggins of the shire.”

“He's not a dwarf is he?”

“No, no. He's a hobbit from a respectable family. Unimpeachable reputation.”

“And her?”

“I'm Nell.”

Gandalf didn't give her a chance to say more. “We wanted to thank you for your hospitality. I'm sure you noticed we sought refuge in your home last night.” Gandalf shifted nervously causing Nell to grin. Oh this was amusing! The wizard actually feared the man. “I did. May I ask why?” Beorn eyed them suspiciously. “Well we've had a rough time of it from goblins in the mountains,” Gandalf replied. Beorn sat his large axe down.

“What did you go near goblins for? Stupid thing to do.”

Nell scoffed. “Trust me it wasn't by choice. A stupid storm, which turned out not to be a storm, forced us to seek a cave and then the floor went bye-bye and then goblins. Nasty little creatures,” she snarled.

Beorn looked at her curiously trying to figure her out. “You're built like a dwarf, but you don't look like a dwarf. What are you?”

“I'm a dwarf. I just never ended up with a beard and before you decide to hack me to pieces know I'm not like most dwarves,” she said hoping to keep her head.

Gandalf moved his hands about as he spoke. “It's true she isn't. She gives things away without wanting anything in return and she always tries to help others in need. But I must admit she isn't the only dwarf in our company.” He smiled sheepishly.

And, so for the next few minutes, the wizard explained their story with more and more of the company coming out every few seconds. A few times Nell interjected adding details that Gandalf forgot. It wasn't long until everyone was outside. Beorn eyed them all warily. He didn't like dwarves, but he was intrigued by their tale and so he decided he would let them stay.

“Come inside you must be hungry.”

Nell moved around helping him pour drinks for the others. Beorn may be their host, but she was going to help him, prove to him that not all dwarves were bad and that they didn't deserve his hatred. “You have a beautiful home and I just love all the little creatures moving about. Such as this one.” She picked up a little white mouse and began petting it. It was so soft and adorable. Unlike most mice that were an ugly brown and destroyed things.

"You're a sweet girl. I like you."

"Yeah? That mean you won't eat me?” She joked.

“No I won't eat you.” Not that he would have done such a thing even if he didn't like her.

Nell smiled and took a seat at the table. She sipped on her milk and munched on honey cakes. The food was delicious and she ate almost like a starved man, but did retain some manners. It was just it had been so long since they had any really food and she wasn't sure when they would get another meal; She was going to enjoy every bit of this one while it lasted.

“So you are the one they call Thorin Oakenshield...tell me why is Azog the defiler hunting you?” Beorn asked. Nell’s hand paused on the way to her mouth and she looked at him. She really didn't like the fact they were talking of that wretched, vile, horrible creature. She wanted to push him as far from her mind as possible, but now he was at the forefront.

“You know Azog? How?” Thorin questioned.

“My people were the first to live in the mountains before the Orcs came down from the North. The Defiler killed most of my family. But some he enslaved. Not for work, you understand...but for sport. Caging skin-changers...and torturing them seemed to amuse him.” And there went Nell’s appetite. She pushed her plate away and her face set into a scowl.

“I should have put an arrow in him when I had a chance. All that foul beast does is hurt people and for no other reason than he gets some sick twisted pleasure out of it.” She hated that she had missed her chance to kill him.

Beorn looked at her sadly. He could tell just by looking at her what it was she feared. And he didn't think a young kind lass such as she should have to suffer such things.

“There are others like you?” Bilbo asked.

“Once there were many.”

“And now?”

“There is only one.”

Nell clenched her fists and sat them on the table. Kili grabbed one of her hands and began rubbing it trying to get her to untense. While Fili rested his hand on her thigh and rubbed soothing circles.

“You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn. Before Durin's day falls.” Beorn changed the subject.

“Yes,” Gandalf replied.

“You are running out of time.”

“That is why we must go through Mirkwood.”

“A darkness lies upon that forest. Fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there except in great need,” Beorn advised.

Nell groaned and laid her head on the table. Hadn't they dealt with enough already? “We will take the Elven Road. That path is still safe,” Gandalf said. Nell raised her head just enough to look at the wizard. She didn't believe anything on this journey was safe. No path, no place they made camp. Only two places had been relatively safe; Rivendell and here.

“‘Safe’? The Wood Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They're less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not,” Beorn informed them. Nell actually snickered at him calling Thranduil dim, but she didn't like the sound of more danger.

Thorin furrowed his brows and looked at the skin-changer in confusion.  “These lands are crawling with Orcs. Their numbers are growing. And you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive. I don't like Dwarves. Except for Nell.” He picked up the mouse she had been petting earlier and held it gently.  “They're greedy and blind. Blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own. But Orcs I hate more. What do you need?”

Nell smiled up at Beorn. He was a large man and he didn't really like the company, but he was going to help them. She couldn't be more grateful. Getting up she went over to him and gave him a hug catching him off guard. “I like you too, even though you could easily rip my head off. You're a good guy. And I hope to see you again one day.” She pulled away and looked up at him.

“You are always welcome here little one. And should anything happen you can call this your home.”

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Hobbit Story: Anchored 1

So, this story occurs before my "Calling in a King's Favor" and it actually was the start of my AU universe. I plan on finishing my re-write/AU of BOTFA in the near future but this story is what started it.

A missing scene from the Jackson movies, following the first battle with Azog. Emotions comes to a climax while the company stays with Beorn. Thorin has been playing Leader and King for the entire journey but he sometimes forgets that Kili and Fili need him to be an uncle too...and that some things cut deeper among family.

“Kili?”

                The dark haired dwarf waved his brother off as he stood, leaving the remaining group around the fire in Beorn’s main room. It would have been impossible to miss the tension etched in the youngest member’s features ever since their rescue by the eagles but it was odder still for him to refuse his brother’s company. By all accounts, he should have been attached to his brother’s side, as he usually was. Bilbo found it quite out of character. After the narrow escape they had, he certainly would have no shame in clinging to those around him, as much as he was able! Given how close the brothers were and indeed, how close Dwarven families appeared to be in general, it was a shock to see such company refused.

Yet, Kili appeared to be set on his mission. He grabbed his bow from the floor, tossing it over his left shoulder and just remarked “I need some air,” and went for the door.

Thorin, who had remained silent throughout most of the evening, nursing a mug of ale and occasionally puffing his pipe, kept his eyes on his nephew’s back a moment and then called “You should take someone with you. I don’t entirely trust this Beorn—“ He had lowered his voice out of respect but the malcontent was still quite noticeable in that heavy tone.

“Come, laddie,” Balin interjected “He has shown us no ill will. I’d say taking in a houseful of strangers with as much hospitality as he has should be cause for some appreciation.”

“I can appreciate the gesture without trusting the man,” Thorin countered and called again, “Kili! Take someone with you!”

Then, something happened, that seemed to Bilbo to be the most utterly confounding and potentially stupid stunts he had ever had the pleasure (or misfortune, depending on the moment) of witnessing. The younger dwarf stopped, stood still for a long moment. The chattering around the fire ceased and all eyes were fixated on the exiled King and the youngest heir to Erebor. There was unspoken anxiety in the room as Kili, normally obedient to a fault when given an order (the pony-incident had been a notable exception) made no move to call one of the others to accompany him. He simply paused in step a moment then as if on a cue, whirled around and snarled at his leader, in Khuzdul no less!

“Itkit! Itkit! Itkit! Itkit!”

Dwalin choked on his ale and Bofur almost dropped his bowl of stew. Bombur jerked his head about while Nori, Dori and Ori nearly fell to the ground in unison. Fili, still sitting on the ground, paled and made another attempt to reach for his younger brother but once again but shoved away. The others had simply gone silent, looking back and forth to one another, concern painting all their faces. Bilbo frowned, casting his look on Thorin. He had learned quite a bit about the dwarves on this journey and one thing that was consistent was that whenever they spoke their own language, it was when he was not around. The few times he had stumbled into camp when they had been speaking Khuzdul, they would immediately switch to Westron. Bofur had been kind enough to tell him that it was just something they liked to keep private to themselves. Bilbo could understand that. If there was anything he could understand, it was respecting one’s privacy!

That only made this act all the more troubling though. Bilbo had seen how stern Thorin was on preserving their culture so for Kili to outright break that ban while the hobbit was in the room was shocking. As for the word itself, the hobbit may not know the language but given the sharp tone that Kili snapped it in and the way he nearly wretched the door from its frame on the way out (even young dwarves were freakishly strong) he was willing to guess that it was not anything good. The reaction of all the others, the way they jerked their heads to Thorin, silently gauging his reaction, was another strong indicator.

A fear startled in Bilbo’s heart. Thorin Oakenshield was a truly frightening sight when angered and the sudden thought of that anger turned on Kili made him sick to his stomach. Oh, he had seen the love the Dwarf King held for this group. There was no faking the emotion he saw in the smiles he shared when he thought no one could see. All the same though, dwarves, it appeared, had horrific tempers and while useful in battle, it would be utterly terrifying outside of a war! Standing, he moved to stay Thorin, though how he planned on doing so, he had utterly no idea but the moment he set his eyes on their leader, he froze.

The rage he expected was not there. There was shock, utter bewilderment but not rage. Bilbo had learned quite a bit on his companions throughout the trip. He had learned Bofur never took off his hat, he learned that Bombur always snored the loudest, he’d learned that Kili talked in his sleep and Fili could not stay still to save his life. He had learned that Thorin Oakenshield’s eyes always gave away his heart. Those eyes were shimmering now as Bilbo looked up at them but not with the craze of anger. There was concern and worry painted in those eyes but not anger. How utterly bafflying! Was the word Kili had shouted not what he thought? No, no, he could quickly dismissed that thought. Everyone’s reactions had been proof enough of that. The entire room had frozen in time with that phrase. Yet, Thorin stood with nary a drop of aggression to him.

Reassured, Bilbo backed away but still asked “Thorin?”

The dwarf king seemed to snap out of his gaze with that inquiry. He blinked once, twice before shaking his head, as if coming from a daze. Setting his shoulders straight, he turned to their group “Mind the fire. We can’t afford to lose sleep over cold tonight. We’ll need it for the morn.” Stepping forward with that command, he was caught by the arm as he approached the door by his second sister-son, who was scrambling to his feet as if the floor was made of fire. It was hard to tell if he was trying to pull Thorin down or if the Dwarf warrior was pulling Fili up but either way, the blond haired lad’s arms were all but wrapped around his uncle’s left bicep.

“Thorin,” Fili pleaded “I-I-I can go talk to him. You know I can—“ He began but Thorin gave him a reassuring half-smile.

Nodding, the leader gently lay a hand over Fili’s. “Aye, I know you can but it will do us no good. There is something amiss between me and your brother and only we can fix it, Fili.” He added, in a slightly lower tone, “And I do mean to _talk_, my sister-son. Not yell. Talk.” Bilbo suspected that the latter half was not meant to be heard but he could hardly help it if he had well developed ears. There were unspoken words exchanged between the two of them by sight alone and the golden haired dwarf finally gave a reluctant nod and released his relative who quickly slipped through the doorframe.

Awkward silence reigned a moment before Dwalin, in his typical fashion, took a deep inhale on his pipe and exhaled a ring of smoke with, “Gotta hand it to the lad…balls of brass he has.”

 Taking an inhale of the comforting smoke, Kili let out an exhale slowly. He enjoyed a good smoke as much as the next dwarf but he did not engage as much as his brother or the rest of the company. However, he had found that the leaves Bilbo used were quite pleasant. Right now, he just needed to relax. He felt like all his muscles were bunched into sharp diamonds. Heart still racing, he tried to calm his racing thoughts but there was utterly no stopping them. The cool breeze was a bit of a comfort and he found himself shrugging off his outer coat, letting the cold seep into his skin.

He was in deep. He could feel it. What was he thinking? No, that was always the problem with him, wasn’t it? He didn’t think. Yet, he had been trying to push aside that building outburst ever since he had seen his uncle limp and unresponsive in the claw of that eagle. Even after Gandalf had revived him, even after they had climbed down Carrock and been forcefully introduced to Beorn, the feeling had not gone away. It had burned in his stomach and then moved to his heart, his bones, his head. It felt like the entirety of his innards was coated in molten lead.

“Kili.”

Closing his eyes tightly, he did not turn at his leader’s inquiry, just forced another inhale of smoke, much more than he usually did. It burned his lungs actually, to take such a large drag, but he needed something, anything, to close his mouth. The sound of Thorin’s voice normally brought him such comfort but now, after what he’d done, he was sure his uncle was going to half-kill him. More than that though, while he admitted to feeling a touch of fear for what might come from his leader and his king, his stomach was twisting again, like it had been doing when that Khuzdul had poured from his mouth. He was rather pleased with himself that it had not been something cruder.

The crunching of boots on earth, grass and rock scrambled the ground and Thorin lowered himself to sit next to him. There was tightness to his nephew’s posture that was not something the Dwarf King routinely saw. Oddly enough, while he should have likely been discussing the disrespect Kili had offered him, he felt no desire to do so. His heart felt weighed down, heavy as stone. He knew his nephews, knew them better than they knew themselves at times. This was not his Kili. Kili was the tiny dwarfling that would have spat in Mahal’s face if it would have earned him the respect of his uncle. Kili was the young dwarf who never stopped training, even when it became apparent that the ax was not the weapon for him, out of fear of disappointing his king. Kili was the boy that foolishly had charged in face a trio of trolls with nary a clue of how to dispatch them because they threatened a comrade.

This Kili that occupied the patch of earth beside him was stoic, empty and devoid of any conversation. That was far more disheartening than if his nephew had been lying on a bed with a poisoned gash through his belly.

“Kili, talk to me.” He tried to keep his tone even but he was fairly certain that came out more ‘order’ than ‘concerned uncle.’ He’d had to play King and Leader so firmly on this quest that his rather paternal tone had been lost along the way. He sincerely hoped that it was not entirely forgotten. He longed for the time when they had taken Erebor back and where he and his two heirs could once more be family first and kings and princes second. Where battle would be memories of glory days and bravery and not a fear for each night.

The younger dwarf felt his muscles twitch at Thorin’s command. Talk to him…he wanted him to talk? That twisted feeling crept through his bones again and a horrible deep fire burned through his veins. Kili was not a dwarf who angered often, if at all. He had seen his mother angry, his brother angry and his uncle angry as well as nearly every member of the company, but he scarcely felt that sting. Right now though, it raged through him like an unquenchable flame. How dare his uncle act so nonchalant? How dare he speak as though the previous night’s events were just a routine occurrence to be forgotten?! As if to see him fall…to see him…bitten and thrashed, to see those horrible blood stains covering the familiar tunic that Kili and Fili had clung to on so many nights… like…like it was nothing to lose…

The desire to push his fist into the middle of his uncle’s face was exceptionally strong.

He settled for letting the smoke fill his cheeks, turning to look his elder right in the face and let a simple wisp of smoke slip through his lips in his king’s general direction. It was not as satisfying as a punch but the look of hurt on the dwarf’s face did give him some satisfaction. Smoke wouldn’t hurt a dwarf’s eyes, so used to dust and rock that they were, but the symbol of gesture was read without issue. Good. Let the stubborn old dwarf know what it felt like! Let him know what it felt like to be completely dismissed and forgotten about for the sake of your stupid pride…

KHUZDUL Translations:

Itkit--Khuzdul for "Silence" (singular)

[exquisitley-obsessed]

The Three Women Of Durin - The Final Curtain Call (50)

MASTERLIST FOR THIS STORY

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Rosie, Thorin and Bilbo plummeted up the stairs of the nearest building, moving fast and far left with only hope that Frankie and Kili had made it to safe ground. When Thorin came to the realisation that nothing was following them, he slowed to a stop with the others following in suite. They stood for a moment, hunched over, clutching their lungs and various stitches as they listened carefully to any and all noise. Finally, after several prolonged seconds, someone spoke.

“What was that?” Bilbo gasped as he stood upright, wincing slightly as he did so.

“My best guess…a cannonball,” Thorin sighed, stretching out his right leg, shifting his weight onto the crumbling stone wall.

“Seriously?” Rosie huffed, “A cannonball?”

“Oh, do you not have those on earth?” Thorin asked, one hundred percent serious.

“No, no,” Rosie said hastily trying to cover up her growing smile, “Just cannonballs remind me of pirates and stuff, not really middle earth but-” Rosie could feel herself rambling, “That doesn’t matter now does it,” A pause as the three settled back down into their own thoughts, planning and scheming in their own ways, “What do we do now?” Rosie finally spoke up. Thorin opened his mouth to speak but before he could do so Bilbo had already got there first.

“Higher ground,” He said causing both Thorin and Rosie to turn to him with a little shock dancing in both of their features, this inevitably caused Bilbo to lose his voice a little, “I mean…that’s what you taught me…to do…in situations like this,” Bilbo continued, shifting is weight back and forth, for one of the bravest people Rosie had ever had the fortune of meeting, Bilbo sure did lose faith in himself far too easily. Thorin and Rosie shared a look.

“He’s right,” Thorin said, and so the small group began to climb the nearby stairwell. They moved in silence for a while, once again buried deep in their own little pits of ponderings till Rosie decided to speak her mind.

“Do you think Frankie and Kili are alright?” Rosie said softly, her voice reverberating gently down the spiralling stone.

“We can only hope,” Thorin replied, just as tenderly. A beat.

“Are you worried about them?” Bilbo asked from behind Rosie, his light footsteps the quietest of the three.

“Me?” Thorin asked turning around to peer at the hobbit who nodded in response, “Yes…well...I’m worried about everyone, it’s my duty to…and even if it wasn’t they’re my friends, family even,”

“Even me?” Rosie said jokingly, “And Frankie and…Cece?” She said, know finding the note of funny disappearing from her voice quicker than she would have liked it to. Thorin stopped abruptly on the stairwell almost causing Rosie and Bilbo to crash straight into his back. Slowly, he turned around.

“Rosie…” He said softly, his blue orbs looked at her delicately whilst he searched for the right thing to say. Rosie felt a breath hitch in her throat as he moved down a few steps to stand nearer to her, he was so close Rosie could feel the warm beating of his skin against her own. “You are…just as important to the company as anyone else…okay? I understand that in your situation you may think that, truly, deep down you don’t belong…but…to us, to me…you remind me more of a home than Erebor did when I first walked under its walls…” Thorin finally said. This particular statement caused Rosie’s eyes to widen.

“Thorin…how can you say that?” She spluttered out, shocked that he could even think a thing like that.

“It’s the truth, I will swear it on anything,” Thorin kindly smiled, the corners of his eyes creasing ever so slightly as he did so. “And you,” he looked over Rosie’s shoulder at the small hobbit, “You are…the bravest warrior I have ever had the pleasure of working with,” Bilbo shuffled his overly large feet from side to side, not quite making eye contact with anyone.

“I guess I…I’m not just a grocer then,” The smallest member of the company smiled up at his friend.

“No,” Thorin murmured in a quick breath, “No,” He said more surely, his smile never leaving his face, “You Bilbo, are a burglar…and a mighty honest one at that.” Silence settled calmly over the small stairwell as our three heroes stared at each other with sombre smiles splashed on their faces. And in this moment of peace, the late afternoon light began to settle, turning the bright white sun, pink, orange, purple and red, painting the sky and the land in a warm light. And in this moment, it truly did appear like everything was going to be okay. But of course, moments like these, don’t last forever. A piercing scream cut the silence like a knife, it was like none Rosie had ever heard before and the hobbit, dwarf, and girl were snapped out of their trances.

“Come on, the roof!” Rosie said, turning away from the sweet scene and racing once more up the stairs.

The three arrived at the roof, spilling out onto the sleeping rocks and quickly searching for any immediate signs of danger. When none presented themselves, their movements slowed until they eventually stopped at the very edge of the barren roof. They had a mighty view of the battlefield.

“Look,” Thorin said excitedly pointing to where armies met armies in a vicious and brutal contest.

“What?” Both Rosie and Bilbo said at the same time, searching for what Thorin could possibly be so excited about.

“Do you not see? The battle is ceasing…” He said softly, the corners of his lips being pulled upwards ever so slightly.

“So?” Bilbo trailed off.

“We’re winning,” Thorin added and Rosie and Bilbo understood.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rosie said lightly, trying not to ruin the moment yet also trying to ground her friends “There are still some things we need to sort out before we start, you know, jumping for joy,” She tried to say cheerily, “And anyway, we still have to solve the question of, what was the thing that screamed a few seconds ago?”

As if on cue, another shriek pierced the air, followed by another, and another. The three warriors looked at each other, the same confusion decorated on all their faces. They listened some more to the raw and gargling screams until something dawned on Thorin.

“Those aren’t human…or dwarf…or elf screams….” He trailed off, “No,” He listened some more, “Those screams belong to orcs.” Bewilderment sparked inside Rosie and she stepped away from the view of the battle and turned face her surroundings.

“They're coming from the bridge,” She said suddenly, rushing to the far-right edge of the roof and peering down to a sight that was the last thing she expected to see.

“Oh my God,” Rosie gasped, suddenly feeling the presence of both Thorin and Bilbo next to her, “That’s Lord Elrond,” And Lord Elrond it was.

He was standing on what remained of the start of the bridge, his rose-gold armour shining like a beacon through the shadows as he swiftly beheaded three orcs with the flick of his wrist. But it gets better, Elrond didn’t come alone. Surrounding him were around one hundred plus elves bearing similar yet less noble armour to Elrond’s. They were all in the heat of battle with the gritty orcs, dotted everywhere and anywhere that Rosie could visibly see. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Elrond!” Rosie couldn’t help but cry out, a happy feeling swelling swiftly in her chest. Elrond casually slit the neck of a nearby orc before turning around in search of the recognisable voice he just heard. Then, he noticed a small body atop of the building ahead of him, waving their arms rapidly in the sky.

“Hello, Rosie!” He smiled up at the building, entrusting the elves surrounding him to protect him whilst he conversed with his friend. “I heard from a friend that you needed help, so I decided to deliver,” He said nonchalantly whilst killing a handful of orcs with the least effort you could possibly fathom. Rosie smiled practically unable to believe that this was really happening.

“Who’s the friend that tipped you off?” She shouted down after a moment, Elrond opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by a voice that warmed Rosie’s heart to the very core.

“Why I do believe that would be me,” Gandalf’s rough yet soothing voice came from right below her. Rosie then swung herself right over the edge to look down at where Gandalf was stood at the base of the building, killing an orc here and there, clearly drained of energy from the battle he had just engaged in with Sauron. It was at this point where Rosie began to laugh until a thought dawned on her.

“Wait…Galadriel-”

“Is safe in Lothlórien,” Elrond said over the noise of battle, “Do not worry Rosie. I would not come if I was putting anyone or anything in danger, especially Lady Galadriel.” He smiled up at her before turning and re-joining the battle, the conversation over. Rosie turned to her friends.

“I guess we don’t have to worry about the army coming from the north anymore,” She smiled ecstatically.

“Now, now,” Thorin said, his smile quivering ever so slightly, “Remember what you said a few moments ago, there are still things we need to sort out,” Rosie’s smile disappeared and was replaced by a thoughtful demeanour.

“Right,” She said, “Yes…okay,” She thought for a moment before Bilbo spoke up.

“What…what exactly is left…to do I mean,” The Hobbit said in his soft voice. Rosie glanced at Thorin before turning to her smaller friend.

“Well, I guess Azog is our main priority,” She huffed thinking, “But to defeat him we need to go right back to the building where we left Fili and Cece,” Rosie thought aloud. There was another pause as the three thought, all of them trying to block out the gargling noises that radiated from below.

“Not necessarily,” Thorin said, his eyes fixed on a point over Rosie’s shoulder. Following her instinct, Rosie turned around and saw another sea of ice. A heavy mist hung low to the blue landscape, curling and coiling around its self in a way that reminded Rosie of a snake. She stared at it for a while, simply lost in the movement of the white wispy curls when she saw what Thorin was talking about. Slowly as the mist shifted a shadow began to form at the centre of the ice, it stood well over seven foot and was a still as the land it stood on. Chills were pulled like a string of metal beads down Rosie’s back. The mist was constantly moving and soon the shadow became more defined, black, blue and grey hues became visible, followed by different materials, metal, browning cloth and a blade the length of a familiar forearm. The name slipped as swiftly into all three minds. Azog.

“My God,” Rosie heard Bilbo mutter, but he seemed far away. This was not the first time Rosie had seen Azog, but this was the first time Rosie feared Azog. She knew now more than ever, at this point in time, what he was capable of. These past few months have been spent waiting for this single moment in time, days and nights of sitting with her two best friends planning, arranging and scheming how to change this moment, how to change a story that’s already been written.

And now Rosie stood, with the two heroes of a story she fell in love with long ago, trying to prepare herself for what was about to take place. She did this by concentrating on her breath, concentrating on the silence she found up here, away from the bloodbath below, away from it all, she concentrated on her goal and what she was willing to do to get to it. Closing her eyes, she drew one last breath, feeling it as it was drawn from between her teeth, hitting the back of her throat and filling her lungs with an icy air. The calm before the storm.

“Shall we?” Thorin asked to no one in particular as he moved forward, the question remained rhetorical and so Bilbo and Rosie followed. They slowly moved, taking their time to pick a path over the stone that connected the building they were on to the sea of ice. Whilst they were doing this Azog took no notice of them, standing on a body of water that very much matched the lining of his skin. Azog didn’t even turn to them when they took their first steps on the ice and submerged themselves in lungfuls of mist.

It was only when they stood before him in a line, Thorin in the middle, Rosie on the left and Bilbo on the right, bearing all they had in front of their greatest enemy, did Azog even move. He stood side on, allowing the three to draw in his immense muscle and might as he turned his head and looked down at the three. Rosie half expected him to start talking about the lovely winter they were having by his calm appearance, but unfortunately the funny of the situation was a light that had been doused long ago.

“You brought help,” Azog said calmly, his tongue only knowing the one hideous language.

“They chose to come,” Thorin responded quickly. Neither Bilbo nor Rosie understood what was being said, but they could grasp at strings. Azog gave Thorin a calm look, it was the first time Rosie had seen him as somewhat…human.

“This is not their fight,” Azog responded. A beat.

“Look around you,” Thorin said delicately, his voice barely audible, “All around us, there are people fighting, people dying…my people, your people. They are here today, to risk dying, because of us,” Azog’s face remained stony, “This is their fight as much as it is ours, the only difference between us and them is that at the end of the day, we’re responsible. For every life, for every limb and for every love that’s now gone, we’re responsible.” The small homily was left in the air for a moment. The reality of Thorin’s words, a harsh truth, and it appeared that only the noblest of those on the ice contemplated Thorin’s words. But just as a small peace seemed to be met, it was broken once more by the hand of Azog.

Before Rosie knew what was happening the ice she was standing on was shattered into multiple shards by the hands of Azog’s flail, the water that sat dormant underneath a layer of frost soon became alive and Rosie was now very much unsteady as she slowly floated away from her friends. As she tried to regain her balance on the slippery surface she managed to just see as Azog brought his flail down once more, clearly aiming for the body of Thorin, but Thorin was smaller and faster and dodged the spiked ball with little to no worry. Bilbo was closer to Azog than either Thorin or Rosie and to their surprise, actually managed to slash at Azog’s ankles with sting before diving onto the ice behind the beast and sliding to safety behind a stone.

Rosie took this distraction to look around her on how to get onto stable land. The ice she had been left standing on was no longer than 60cm and it was slowly breaking off into smaller and smaller pieces. Soon there would be nothing left. Looking around frantically she saw only water open to her but a few meters behind her was a rocky wall, the closest sign of land. Bending over she frantically propelled herself towards the wall, ignoring the freezing water that was now seeping into her socks. When she was close enough she reached out, searching for a foothold in the rock and when she found one she grabbed onto it tightly. After a moment of rapid breathing, Rosie swung her legs off the ice and onto the wall just as the ice cracked into two halves, which then proceeded to drift away from each other.

Rosie couldn’t look behind her now, if she didn’t pay much attention, she would end up in freezing water in armour that would surely drag her straight to the bottom. Slowly, step by step, grip by grip Rosie shuffled to left and gradually made her way to the ice that was still left intact, trying to block out the noises of a battle that was happening not so far away from her. The knowledge of what she was here to do burned hot on her neck and she felt her cheeks flare up. How can Thorin and Bilbo be over there, literally fighting for their lives whilst I’m over here, rock climbing? Rosie angrily thought as she grabbed onto another piece of black rock. Speed soon won over caution and Rosie was now racing across the wall, desperate to get on land ice and join in the fight. And it happened sooner than she thought.

As soon as Rosie was close enough she decided, fuck it, and jumped for it, landing on the ice with a hollow thud to only begin sliding out of control, spinning around and around and…right into the path of Azog. However, she grabbed control, well, Bilbo did, by literally grabbing her spinning body and dragging her body behind a rock just in time to hear metal meeting ice in the place where she had just been a few seconds ago. Rosie then heard the war cry of a familiar friend and peered over her shoulder just in time to see the blades of Thorin and Azog meet, Azog’s flail now teetering near the edge of the icy ledge, yet still within reach to grey beast. Rosie turned to Bilbo.

“Bilbo,” Rosie prodded her friend with haste.

“Yes?” He whispered back, still looking over the ragged rock at his friend.

“Azog’s…thing is over there, by the edge,” Rosie pointed to where Azog’s flail was, “You go and push it over the side,” Bilbo stopped looking at Thorin and slowly turned to his other friend with a look that could only be described as bewilderment.

“Are you…He’ll see me,” Bilbo said. Rosie settled backwards thinking hard before an idea dawned on her.

“Use your ring,” She said, taking a moment to look at the brave hobbit before her. Bilbo froze.

“How…” He began but she cut him off instantly.

“I told you many months ago, around your own dinner table, that I know this story inside and out,” She smiled softly at him, a comfortable silence softened between the two.

“Frankie…” Bilbo murmured, an odd yet dazed smile drawn on his lips. It was the last thing Rosie expected him to say.

“What about Frankie?

“She knew about the ring…in Mirkwood,” Bilbo trailed off. This squeezed Rosie’s heart painfully as a sea of memories was instantly washed over her. Recollections of being in the Mirkwood jails filled her mind, sitting in her cool jail cell, seeing her friends by flickering candlelight which painted moving shadows onto the walls 24/7, her and just about everyone thinking Thranduil was an ass, meeting Legolas and making a friend for life, being scared over not knowing where Frankie was. All of that seemed like a million years ago, another life, where the future still seemed so open to possibilities.

“Oh, come on Rosie, concentrate,” She muttered to herself, snapping back into reality before turning to Bilbo. “Well go on, do it,” She smiled at him and then peeked back at Thorin who was still battling in blades with Azog, probably wondering where his so-called friends had disappeared to.

Rosie then stood, slipping the blade she picked up in the troll’s cave out of its holder, the hobbit now absent from her side as she stared at a fight. A fight she was going to join. Standing up on top of the rock she made her presence known. But she didn’t have a plan, not this time.

“Hey!” She yelled, her voice the strongest she had ever heard it, Azog paused mid fight and turned to face her, without even registering who she was he had his teeth bared, snarling. This moment felt familiar and Rosie quickly put her finger on it, instantly being reminded of a blonde-haired friend, “Fuck you!” She shouted, trying not to grin so widely as she did so. Azog may not have understood what she said, but to be honest, it didn’t really matter. This small moment of weakness grabbed Azog’s attention long enough for Thorin to gain the higher ground.

Rosie gave Azog her best and brightest smile and Thorin lifted his elvish sword and pierced it through Azog’s back, Thorin them stumbled backwards, tiredness and fatigue becoming evident in his body language as his collapsed in a pile of heaving armour.

Azog’s glare contorted into raw agony. His eyes never left Rosie’s as a trembling, callous hand fumbled around his chest till it met the silver blade which protruded from it. Azog briefly looked down before looking back up, eyes once more meeting those of Rosie’s. It looked as though he was struggling to breathe and Rosie could hear broken air rattling around in what remained of his chest.

His eyes were wide and as his black blood spilt onto the white water, an innocence shrouded around his features and as Rosie stared down at him from her rock, she found that she did not feel any joy or relief from seeing the sight of Azog dying. Thorin’s speech rung around her mind, and she was reminded that Azog was a leader, a flawed one at that, but he only wanted what was best for his people, and in that case, was he really so different from Thorin? Azog stumbled towards Rosie, whilst slowly extending a hand coated in his own blood and Rosie was sickeningly reminded of a child taking their first steps, reaching for a parent. As his frail form moved closer and closer Rosie could feel her heart in her body beating faster, yet she also felt the overwhelming urge to cry. What was Azog going to do in his last moments?

Thorin and Rosie watched in confusion and wonder as he grabbed onto her. His single hand slick with blood from his own body. And Rosie found herself face to face with a being who was so much larger than her yet so vulnerable. He gripped her arm and stared deep into her eyes, searching for something, something to make this moment worth it, something to make this moment last. And in this moment so raw, Rosie wanted to give it to him…and oh, she did.

The feeling of a blade being pushed into your abdomen is probably one of the worst in the world. Rosie felt it from where she stood on her small podium, a pain like no other growing from her gut, right at where her armour joined, the only vulnerable place on her entire body and Azog had pierced it with his blade. As pain grew from her gut she watched as happiness grew in Azog’s eyes, an echo of a smile slipping onto his face. He found what he had been searching for. Rosie didn’t cry out, she didn’t scream, she didn’t even breathe, as for a while she wasn’t even sure what was happening was real as she stared into the pleased, blue orbs of her greatest enemy. But then, happiness, anger, want…all emotion from Azog’s eyes wisped away into a blank and vacant stare, and he teetered backwards, falling over with a dull thud, and consequently pulling the blade out of Rosie’s skin. And as Azog’s body landed with a dull thud, Rosie felt an agony like none she thought was humanly possible, shudder throughout her entire body.

Rosie’s body didn’t ache or groan, it screamed. The pain pounded through her skeleton over and over again, and it felt as though someone was trying to rip her insides out of her body as she stumbled off her stone, her legs barely moving in time to catch her. She could feel the blood spluttering out of her, dribbling down her leg, dibbing inside her thighs and pooling her shoes. Hastily she pushed her hands down on her abdomen and like a child, tried to push the crimson liquid back inside her body.

“Is Azog dead?” She heard Thorin say but his voice dissolved in the back of her mind as her head began to spin. “Rosie?” Who was talking? Was it Thorin or was she hearing voices? “Rosie,” This voice sounded clearer, it snapped her eyes open and she found Thorin’s familiar face staring at her with confusion. She could see he was holding her cheeks, but she couldn’t actually feel his hands on her face

“Thorin,” Rosie managed to get out, but her tongue felt too large for her mouth, “Thorin,” She tried saying again, but his name stuck in her throat and balled up until hot tears streaked down her cheeks. Thorin’s brows furrowed and all Rosie could do in response was openly weep in front of him as she crumpled like paper to the floor, her wound visible to all.

“Oh Rosie,” She heard Thorin say, and Rosie could hear him begin to cry before he even kneeled down next to her. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening. All Rosie wanted, all she wanted was to save Thorin, but how could she have done that, when she couldn’t even save herself. As Rosie’s wound screamed, she did too, she cried, and she cried and she cried, because it hurt, God, it hurt.

“Rosie,” Thorin said as he held her, a sob escaping his tightly woven lips, but it was barely heard of the raw agony Rosie was experiencing right now, “Oh, Rosie Rosie,” He chanted softly as he felt his lungs clench. He was now sitting with Rosie’s coiled body in his arms, slowly rocking back and forth as her blood seeped over his hands…his clothes…him.

“My God,” Thorin heard Bilbo say from a meter in front of him, but Thorin couldn’t even begin to tear his eyes away from Rosie’s form. But it didn’t matter…none of it mattered. Winning the battle, reclaiming Erebor…surviving…none of it. He didn’t have Rosie.

“Is she…” Bilbo trailed off, his voice quivering as he looked at the ongoing scarlet puddle that surrounded the bodies of his two best friends. Thorin couldn’t respond. He couldn’t even bring himself to think the words and Rosie grabbed her side and gasped for air through her wrenching screams of pure pain, the only noise in complete and utter silence. Bilbo pushed a hand over his mouth as he turned away from the scene, not able to look without the feeling of throwing up, swelling from within. He turned around to find…no one, not a living creature was moving, not here, not on the battlefield, not anywhere. He shoved his other into the pit of his pocket and pushed down so hard the seams of his favourite trousers broke. The pain that he was feeling and the pain that he was witnessing was more than he could bear.

Pain soon became all Rosie knew. It rapidly consumed her body and soon, she wished for death. She wished for it to come and sweep her up in its arms and to just make it stop. But as the pain swelled her sobs subsided…she was going to die, for the second time in a few months, she was going to die. Rosie pushed down on the ice next to her damp cheek, her hand slipping as she attempted to roll over and face her friends, they saw her attempts and Bilbo collapsed on the floor, scooping up her shoulders and slowly manoeuvring her onto her back.

She lay there for a moment, simply drinking in the sight of two people she loved more than life itself as a dizziness caused her head to keep spinning and the sky to swirl into shapes that reminded her a Vincent Van Gough painting. It was a strange sensation, to feel energy pouring out of you like water, and for a few seconds Rosie thought she was home, sinking into her frothy mattress and snow-white pillowcases, tumbling down into a deep, deep sleep. But…she didn’t want to sleep.  Oh God, I don’t want to die. Thorin…Thorin needs to know, he needs to know that I don’t want to die, and Bilbo and…Frankie and Cece…Oh God.

“Hi,” Was all Rosie could end up getting out, her voice so quiet she thought no one could possibly hear her. But of course, Thorin did, he always would.

“Hi,” He spluttered back, his eyes glassy and his cheeks soaked. He had a cut on his left cheek and all Rosie wanted to do in that moment, was to reach out and graze her fingers across it, to feel Thorin right there, warm and alive under her fingertips. But when she called upon her arms, she found that she couldn’t feel them anymore. The urge to cry grew stronger.

“I think I’m dying,” Rosie found herself saying to no one in particular. Thorin’s lips stretched across his cheeks in a grimace as he tried to not sob aloud.

“Yeah,” Thorin eventually managed to get out. Silence. Rosie dreamily looked up at the sky, eagles the size of clouds were currently swirling in a sky streaked with the warmest colours Rosie had ever seen. She watched them for a moment, she watched how they moved and how blessed she felt to even see this moment. A thought dawned on her that spilt out of her lips before she could stop it.

“I don’t want to die.”

Thorin tipped his head back, covering his eyes with a red-stained hand before bringing his head back down and covering his mouth, stifling his sobs. Bilbo once again looked away, not able to bear that the scene before him was real, this was happening, and he couldn’t change it. “Oh my God…I don’t want to die,” Rosie said again, her voice hoarse and broken. “I don’t want to die…I don’t want to die!” She chanted to herself as more hot tears managed to dribble out of her eyes and into her ears. How could it be possible for three bodies to share so much pain?

“Thorin,” Rosie gasped desperately, forcing the king to stare deep into her eyes. They paused for a moment in, simply drinking up as much as they could of each other before the inevitable timer ran out.

“Thorin…you make me happy,” She said, shaking her head slightly as she smiled through her tears, “This place…makes me so happy,” She sobbed. “The company…I love the company more than I thought I ever could. You…you taught me about courage, friendship and how to sing rude songs in Khudzul and, all that other stuff,” A flicker of a smile made its way onto her face. “You guys are my family and I love, I love you so much.

“Thorin…before you were, talking about responsibility. Thorin, look at me,” She said and Thorin’s quiet crying paused as he looked down on the face of a girl who was fighting so hard to simply stay alive for a little longer, “Thorin, you are not responsible for my death…okay?” Thorin’s eyes creased as he attempted to smile, “You too Bilbo,” Rosie glanced at the friendly hobbit who had been the one to teach her to knit but a few weeks ago, “No one is…well, I guess Azog is a little bit.” Rosie managed a smile, “But the two of you…not responsible! You hear me? I mean you can’t be! I’m already dead! She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry, she wanted to feel so many emotions one more time before she stopped feeling altogether.

“Rosie…” Thorin began, but even in her last moments Rosie still managed to cut Thorin off.

“No Thorin it’s okay,” Rosie smiled at him, an honest and pure smile, “I’m not scared of dying, I mean…the second time has got to be easier than the first,” She paused, she wanted to hear Thorin laugh, she wanted him to call her ‘silly’ and a ‘stupid girl’ for wasting her final moments on making jokes. But he didn’t, he simply looked at her, taking everything about her in, whilst barely drawing a breath. Rosie continued.

“Tell Frankie and Cece…” Rosie felt a bubble of a sob squeeze in her throat so hard that she couldn’t continue, but she quickly regained what little composure she had left and carried on, “Tell them, I love them…and that they cannot possibly fathom how much I love them,” Rosie paused as she glanced at the sky where the birds were still swirling, “Actually…tell the whole company that…because it’s true, it’s really true,” Silence settled and the last of Rosie’s tears made their way to the ice.

“Now what?” Rosie looked from Thorin to Bilbo and back again. Rosie thought of middle earth. Rosie thought of home. Rosie thought of the friends she grew up with and the friends who had let her grow, and Rosie smiled.

“Now…I’m going to lie here. I’m going to watch the birds, watch how the dance in a sky that reminds me of the colour of the fruit bowl in Bilbo’s dining room, I’m going to watch, and I’m going to wait, till I too will be up there…but Thorin,”

“Yes, Rosanna Parker,” A smile quivered on Rosie’s lips.

“I thought I told you never to call me that again...Thorin, I hope you know, that the only life worth living…was the one I was going to have with you,” Thorin found that he couldn’t respond. He had nothing to say. He merely placed his hand inside of hers and touched his lips against her forehead and then tried to quieten his sobs as Rosie’s turned to face the heavens.

And Rosie looked up at the sky that reminded her of Bilbo’s fruit bowls. And she thought of everything she had, and she thought of everything she was grateful for, and she was happy.

 Rosanna Parker died happy, and that’s what she would have wanted everyone to know. From her mother and her father and the small house they shared back on earth, to each and every member of the company and the mountain they shared in middle earth. She died in the comfort of the knowledge that she had much to live for, and therefore would be leaving a life well loved. And she thought this, as her body slowly slipped into a state of lifelessness, her head lolling limply onto Thorin’s lap, her shoulders falling still as her sobs were finally put to rest.

But, if you looked carefully, you could see that her eyes were still slightly creased at the corners and the remains of an honest smile could still be found on her rosy lips.

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Dialogue Prompt P.10

“The best part of…”

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9.

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Warnings: Death, Gore

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield X Reader

Word Count:  2,832

A/N: I’m sorry. I may have cried while writing this. To make things worse listen to Paralyzed by NF or Hold On by Chord Overstreet.

I watched as Thorin and his chosen company disappeared out of sight. I tried to fight my anxiety, but all was in vain. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the battlefield for a ram of some sort. I wasn’t going to lose Thorin. A new wave of orcs came from the holes in the ground. My eyes caught wargs and their riders. I locked my eyes on one warg. If I had to I would rangel one of them and ride it onto the mountain. Something was coming up behind me. I whirled around and found Fili’s sword against a dwarf’s neck. It was the rider I had encountered at the start of the war. “(Name)?” He breathed, warm tears swelling into his eyes. My only thought was Thorin. “Do I know you?” I asked, lowering the sword from his neck. A sad expression crossed his face. It hit me. “Brother?” I asked, tilting my head slightly. A smile replaced his sad expression. He moved forward and embraced me in his arms. I found myself unable to hug him back my thoughts traveling away from him. I should’ve been happy to see my brother, but he was distracting me from my task. I pulled out of his arms. “I need a ram,” I said, holding my sword at my side. “What?” He asked. Our conversation came to a halt as two wargs leapt toward us. I went for the closest warg. I had no intentions on killing the beast now that it was close to me. I pulled the wargs rider down into the ground and slit it’s throat, it’s tar like blood splattering onto my clothes and face. I let out a yelp as the warg’s teeth sank into my chain mail and tossed me from my feet. I recovered quickly. The warg lunged and I rolled. I swiftly jumped into the beasts back sliding uneasily into the saddle. I grabbed the beasts fur and pulled. For a moment I struggled with the warg until it was broke to my will. “What are you doing?” My brother called, coming to stand by the warg. The warg snapped at him, but I pulled roughly on its fur to stop it. This warg had surprisingly given up very easily. “I am going after Thorin,” I replied, blandly. My brother frowned. “Father never approved of your relationship with the prince,” he called, giving me a dark look. “It’s a good thing he isn’t present then isn’t it?” I snorted. The look on his face put me on edge.

My attention was drawn from my brother. For him being my kin I had no interest in communicating with him. “Are you really going to leave me for him?” He called, as I began to direct the warg away. I held the warg in place. “Yes,” I called, over my shoulder. I didn’t wait for a reply as I kicked the warg into action. It fought me, but I held on. Full of frustration I pulled Fili’s sword to my side and sliced a cut through he wargs soft skin. The beast let out a yelp and began to buck like a horse. I sliced again. “The more you fight the more I hurt!” I snarled, slicing another cut into the warg. It wasn’t as dumb as I had hoped. The warg rolled over crushing me under it. My breath left my body as it stood up. A large clawed paw came onto my stomach and pressed down. “Bad idea,” I snapped. I swung the sword and relieved the warg of it’s paw. I jumped to my feet as the warg fell to the ground flail in pain. I moved and put the beast out of its misery. “(Name)!” I looked up to see my brother riding toward me. He was atop a large ram. “What do you want?” I growled, as he came to a halt next to me. “You want to get to Thorin, right?” He asked. He help out his hand to me. I hesitated unsure on whether I should trust him or not. My eyes turned to the ridge as another horn rang out. I could see the small shape of dwarves struggling against orcs. I let out a yelp as an arm pulled me into the back of the ram. “If I can’t convince you then I will have to force you,” he growled. I suddenly understood the panic that the warg must have experienced. He pulled me in front of him and wrapped a strong arm around my waist. With one swift motion I tossed my head back allowing it to collide with his face. I pulled against his strong grip. I felt his arm slip away from me. My body began to move off of the ram. I swiftly grabbed his arm and dragged him off with me. Once we hit the ground I rolled away from him and put the tip of my sword to his throat as he stood. I stepped back toward the ram. “Would you really kill me?” He asked, a hurt expression crossing his face. I did not answer him as I turned and mounted the ram. “Thank you for the ram,” I spoke. I kicked the ram into action. It was much easier to control than the warg. I kicked the ram to move faster as we reached the base of the ridge. The ram began to climb the mountain at great speed. When we reached the top I dismounted and raced toward the sound of fighting. I pulled my sword up as I lunged at an orc that was standing over Dwalin. I took the orc down. “(Name), what are you doing up here lass?” Dwalin growled, as he got to his feet. “Aiding amrâlimê,” I replied, sharply. Dwalin gave me a gentle look. Something wasn’t right. “Where are they?” I asked, my sword falling to my side. “(Name)..” Dwalin muttered. “Where is my amrâlimê and my baruf,” I growled, stepping toward him. “(Name)!” A baritone voice echoed, behind me. I whirled around to see Thorin. “Oh thank Mahal,” I breathed, a breath of relief. 

“I told you not to follow us,” he spoke, coming to stand in front of me. “And when have I ever listened to you?” I asked. More and more memories came back minute. Sometimes they were happy memories;  other times they were sad. I looked up into those ocean blue eyes drowning myself in them for a moment. “Where are Fili and Kili?” I asked, drawing my eyes away from Thorin’s and to the ridge where Azog was taking his stand. “They are scouting out area,” Thorin replied. “You sent them in here?!” I hissed, turning to face him again. A look of shame crossed Thorin’s face. I turned away from him and looked to the mountain. “I’m going after them,” I spoke. “(Name), no,” Thorin said, grabbing my wrist as I moved to leave. I felt a twinge of pain as Thorin held my wrist. He quickly let go realizing that he had injured me there before. I gave the dwarf king a sad stare before rushing off. “(Name)!” he called, after me. I did not respond. I raced to the mountain spotting Kili by the edge. “Kili!” I whispered, running to him. “(Name), they took Fili,” he whimpered. I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off as as strangled cry reached my ears. Kili and I turned our gaze above us. “Fili!” Kili yelled. Azog held the golden dwarf prince over the edge of the ridge. “See here Oakenshield! I will kill this one first, then the brother, then the queen,” Azog spoke, in the human tongue. My heart began to pound in my chest. Azog’s eyes came to rest on Kili and myself. I let out a yell of anguish as a sword pierced Fili’s chest. The dwarf prince gasped out for air before falling limp in Azog’s arms. Warm tears serged out onto my cheeks like waves. I fell to my knees and buried my hands in my face sobbing. I flinched violently as a loud crash landed next to me. I knew what it was. I raised my head resting my teary gaze on the body of Fili. His eyes were open wide glazed with the leftover fear and pain. I let out another cry of anguish as I moved on my knees to his body. I laid my head down on the dwarf’s bloody chest not caring about the red liquid catching in my hair. I continued to cry as a pit of fire began to form in my stomach. I looked up to see the same fire in Kili’s eyes. “Kili no!” I shouted, as he took off up the ridge. I jumped to my feet and chased after him. I was enraged, but we could not throw our lives away. “Kili!” I screamed. He paid no heed to my calls as he threw himself at an orc who approached him. I attacked another orc that came to aid his friend. I sliced my sword through the hard skin on its stomach grunting as its innards fell to the ground. I moved away from the body. Kili and his orc had disappeared from my sight. I whirled around to see Azog making his way out onto the ice where Thorin now stood. “Thorin!” I screamed. His blue eyes met mine for a brief moment before Azog attacked him. 

Panic rose in me. I needed to find Kili, but I needed to help Thorin. My heart was pulling in multiple directions. My eyes caught a small body lying off to the side. Bilbo.. I hadn’t seen him when I got here. His small form was lying motionless on the ground. I could see the small movement of his chest. I turned away from the sights and began my search for Kili. I heard a loud yell above me. I took off up the ridge toward the noise. “Kili!” I yelled, my voice vanishing slowly. I reached the top of the ridge to see Tauriel and Kili fighting together. I joined the fight coming by Kili’s side. There was nothing but rage in his eyes as he let out a cry of hatred as he lunged at an orc. I aided Tauriel as an orc knocked her from her feet. My attention was drawn away from her as I heard Kili let a cry from his throat. I watched as the dwarf was knocked from the ridge and down onto a small platform beneath us. “Kili!” I ran to the edge as the orc jumped down after him. The world moved in slow motion around me as the orc impaled the young dwarf. More tears serged out onto my cheeks. I felt paralyzed as the orc stood from his dying body. Everything came back into motion as I leapt down on top of the orc burying my sword in its miserable head. I threw the body aside and came onto my knees by Kili. I pulled his head into my lap. “Kili..” I sobbed, brushing a strand of hair from his bloody face. His breathing was ragged and labored. He opened his mouth to speak, but was choked up by blood. “You’ll be okay Kili.. Please don’t go..” I sobbed, pressing one hand against the wound trying to stop the bleeding. I removed my tunic revealing my beaten chainmail. I ripped the cloth in half and pressed one half against his room. “Take care- of- of uncle,” he choked. “You’ll be able to take- take care of him yourself,” I smiled, weakly. His eyes dilated. “Kili,” I called, softly. I shook his head slightly. His body began to fall limp in my arms. “Kili,” I called, a little louder. My voice cracked as I spoke. There was no movement from his body as his breathing came to a halt. I sat silently for a moment. “Kili!” I screamed, pressing my forehead against his. I had lost my boys.. My thoughts quickly moved back to Thorin. I slid out from under Kili and turned my gaze back to the ice. The two were still fighting. Tauriel jumped down next to me tears in her own eyes. I stepped aside with great effort and began to walk toward the ice. I picked up my pace as Azog slipped under the ice. “Thorin!” I called, running down the ridge. He had won. He brought his cold gaze to me. I came to a skidding halt as a sword pierced his foot. 

Thorin let out a cry as he was knocked off of his feet. “Thorin!” I screamed. I moved to go to him, but a weight hit my back knocking me onto my stomach. I rolled over and away from the blade of an orc. I jumped up and fought with the orc before slaying it. “Thorin!” I yelled, turning my eyes back to the fight at hand. I raced out onto the ice slipping and collapsing. My legs felt weak as did the rest of my body. Azog had Thorin on his back in no time. Fear coursed through my body. I couldn’t lose my whole family in one day… “Thorin!” I screamed, as Azog’s sword came down onto him. I managed to get back onto my feet as Thorin beheaded Azog. I wanted to let out a cry of victory, but there were other matters more important to me. Thorin stood to his feet. I tried to call out to him, but my voice failed me. He walked toward the edge of the mountain looking out over the frozen waterfall and onto the battlefield. A loud cry was heard overhead. I turned my eyes to the sky to see eagles coming down from the thick clouds. “The eagles!” Bilbo cried, behind me. I turned my head to see him and Dwalin standing a ways away. I began to hobble toward Thorin. “Thorin?” I choked, softly. He turned to face me. There was a soft yet painful expression on his face. He collapsed. “Thorin!” I cried. I ran to him, ignoring the pain in my body. I fell next to Thorin and pulled his head in my lap. “Thorin it’s okay, I’m here,” I sobbed, tears continuing to roll down my dirty cheeks. “(Name),” he coughed, looking up into my eyes. I tried to drown myself in his eyes, but I couldn’t. “Thorin don’t speak, you’re going to be okay,” I sobbed, running my thumb over his beard. He had a large cut down his forehead which had dripped down to his neck. “You’re going to be okay,” tears blurred my vision but I blinked them out onto my cheeks. “I’m sorry- for everything,” he choked, bringing his hand weakly to mine. I gripped his hand. “I am not angry at you Thorin,” I sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that continued to roll. “I- I do not deserve you..” he spoke. “Do not say things like that Thorin,” I whimpered. “I am sorry amrâlimê,” he said, his fingers tightening gently on my hand. “You are forgiven,” I whimpered. “I know that- that you may not- remember our love��� but know- that even through all of this… I will always love you,” he choked, crimson blood forming in the corner of his mouth. “Thorin..” I started. “The best part of…” I paused, trying not to choke on my voice. “The best part of- of forgetting is..” An unreadable expression crossed his pained face. “Is I get… to love you all over again,” I ended, giving him a weak smile. He turned my smile. He let out a violent cough that caused me to flinch. “Take care of- everyone,” he rasped. “No Thorin, you’re not going to die. You’re going to take care of them yourself…” I whined. I had told Kili almost the exact same thing.. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as Thorin’s grip became very weak. “Thorin please hold on.. I cannot lose you..” I cried, giving him a gentle shake. 

“(Name)! The eagles!” Bilbo’s shaky voice called, from behind me. I looked up to the sky to see a large bird coming down to rest beside me. I carefully moved Thorin out of my lap and stood up. “Take us to Erebor,” I cried. The eagle seemed to nod. I leapt onto the birds back. It took off scooping Thorin into it’s large talons. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I suddenly felt tired. The energy drained from my body leaving me swaying on the eagle. Was I dying as well? I felt my grip on the eagle’s feathers slip as darkness swirled in my eyes. I tried to blink it away, but all was in vain. The darkness took over my sight leaving me in a dark place where the world was gone. This was it. Everyone I loved was dead, and so I was. I was ready.

To Be Continued…

Khuzdul Translations:

amrâlimê - my love

baruf - family

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An Unexpected Journey PT 5

Alice with Bilbo came out of the forest, Alice did not even try to look up at Thorin, while Bilbo did and what he saw was something that made him smile .... the dwarf was against a rock and stared at Alice with sad eyes , he knew he was wrong, he knew it well ... the girl went to Gandalf, the magician had camped in a small clearing and the girl decided to follow him, as he passed among the other members of the company Bofur put a hand on his shoulder "Did not mean what Alice said"

The girl did not answer, she just looked at Bofur and gave him a slight smile ...

Thorin did not look away from her, he could not was in a strong inner conflict that girl made him feel inexplicably.

"That girl is special it's useless for you to pretend that" Balin saw us long and did not lose the opportunity to reiterate what he already knew

"After tonight it would be a miracle that still spoke to me," Thorin added

His friend smiled "and then you talk to him ..." the old dwarf left and left Thorin again to himself.

In the middle of the night-

"Oh my God" Alice got up in the middle of the night, she began to tremble, while the breath was getting farther away, the girl had to stand up, the company was asleep and did not want to wake anyone, gasping away from the camp, her own view became blurred, had tears in his eyes, sat on a stump of a cut tree, the breath did not improve .... it was not the first time he felt that feeling, the night Alice could have preferred not to fall asleep, too many bad memories and nightmares enveloped her, put her hand on her hip, over a scar, a scar of long ago. A tear dropped from her face.

"Enough ... I can not take it anymore" the girl was exhausted, did not notice that someone followed her, Thorin saw the whole scene and was breathless, Alice was good at hiding a lot of her past.

" you look fine?"

The girl turned quickly and saw the dwarf, her face was shrouded in tears, she said nothing but just nodded. Thorin approached her again, but Alice noticed

"Go away please" the girl was upset and did not want anyone to see her like that

"You know I can not do it," Thorin replied

The dwarf also sat on the stump and looked at the girl, for a couple of minutes nobody said anything, then the dwarf put his arm on Alice's shoulder trying to comfort her somehow, but the girl continued to squeeze her side looking in bass...

"Azog did not take anything from you ... he killed my family a long time ago"

"Alice ... I ..." the dwarf tried to say something but did not have time

The girl, however much he showed the opposite, needed heat at that moment, now more than ever, with a snap he turned to Thorin and hugged him, Thorin remained motionless, and hugged her in turn.

Alice gradually stopped crying and reassured herself to fall asleep, while Thorin remained vigilant for the rest of the evening with her in his strong arms.

"Do you think something could be born?" Kili was behind a bush with his brother and Bilbo

"According to me something has already been born depends on how our uncles will be stubborn" answered Filli

"We should help them then" Kili smiled as well as his brother while Bilbo watched them, smiling, he was sure something would be born.

The next day the girl was woken up by Aslan's face, pulled up slowly, and was in the place where she had camped before the nightmare made her stand up, she tried to understand what had happened, Bilbo, seeing her doubtful, came up

"He brought you back here in the middle of the night" the Hobbit pointed to Thorin

Alice looked down in embarrassment, did not answer Bilbo, got up and put all her stuff ready to go.

In less than half an hour everyone was riding their horses, Thorin was in the lead while Alice is Bilbo closing the row; Bilbo saw that Alice was not in itself, knowing it was strange to see her without even a smile all the time, even Gandalf noticed his behavior, but unlike Bilbo was aware of the reason and did not want to rage in any other way ...

Alice was in an inner struggle at the time and could not get any better so she made the right decision for her, she went nearer to Gandalf.

"Gandalf the next stop would be the lands of Rohan right?" Asked the girl

"Exactly my dear" replied the magician, Gandalf had known her for a lifetime, and she did not need to say anything else

"Be careful Alice, see you on the trail" Gandalf knew that the girl needed to be with herself for the rest of the day, Alice looked at Aslan "as fast as you can"

The young stallion neighed and galloped away more and more

"Where are you going?" Bofur Churches

"We can not let her go," said Kili and Fili

Thorin barely saw the girl gallop away headed for Gandalf

"What does it mean?" The dwarf was agitated to follow her as soon as possible but Gandalf stopped him

"Alice will join us in the lands of Rohan, do not be afraid she has lived a life thinking only of herself ...."

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Over the Mountains - Chapter 5

When Sepha awoke, she found both Fili and Kili sitting on either side of her, watching her protectively.

"Hey nerds," she whispered.

"You're awake!" they cried happily.

Sepha smiled and gripped their hands, "Can you help me sit up?"

Both at once jumped forward and gently helped her to a sitting position. She groaned but when she was up straight, she felt better, "How long was I out?"

"You came in and out in bursts," Kili replied. "You were out till Eagle Rock and then you woke up when Oin put stuff on your side, then you were out for a good full day till we got here, then after the stitchings you have been out for almost nine hours."

"Where is everyone else?" Sepha inquired, slowly rising to her feet.

Fili wrapped an arm around her shoulders to steady her, "They're greeting Beorn."

"Uh oh," Sepha sighed, "I should go help Gandalf before he gets them all eaten."

Before the two could object, the girl had limped towards the door. Beorn had been taking in the sight of the dwarves and was glaring, not looking very friendly.

"Why should I let dwarves here?" he spat.

"It's alright, they're friends," Sepha said weakly.

All eyes snapped around to look at her and all the dwarves gasped her name. Sepha realized that THorin was the closest to her, about three feet away and his blue eyes were staring at her with a look she had never seen before but it made her heart flutter.

"Persephone," Beorn said happily, dropping his axe and approaching her, "What happened to you?"

"Oh just a little scratch," Sepha assured him.

The large man knelt down in front of her so that he was eye level with her, "A little scratch? Your screams last night spoke otherwise. I'm glad you're here. I will not let you leave till you're healed."

"And we're not planning on leaving till she heals," Oin said.

Sepha smiled at him as the other dwarves nodded in agreement.

Beorn sighed and looked at the girls, "They're your friends?"

Sepha nodded and smiled. Beorn didn't seem to believe her, "All of them?"

Sepha's eyes lifted and green met blue as she looked at THorin. She could see the hurt in his eyes and she knew he was upset. She could see the fear, concern and sorrow for what had happened. She smiled sweetly and nodded.

"All of them."

Beorn nodded and led the girl inside, the dwarves following. She completely missed the shocked face cross THorin's face while Balin and Dwalin exchanged knowing smirks.

LATER

"So you are the one they call Oakenshield?" BEorn asked. "Tell me. Why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?"

"You know of Azog?" THorin asked. "how?"

"My people were the first to live in the mountains," Beorn replied. "Before the orcs came down from the north. the Defiler killed most of my family. But some he enslaved. Not for work you understand but for sport. Caging skin changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him."

Thorin felt a cold hand clutch his heart as he saw Sepha's eyes pool with tears at those words. He saw Fili wrap an arm around her shoulders and he was glad his nephew was brave enough to comfort her when he was too cowardly to even talk to her.

"There are others like you?" Bilbo asked. "I mean... other than Sepha?"

"Once there were many," Beorn replied.

"And now?" Bilbo asked.

"Now there are only two," Beorn replied.

There was a dreadful silence during which all eyes turned to Sepha. The girl couldn't take it anymore and getting up from her chair, she left the room. Fili and Kili called her name but she ignored them, stepping outside.

"What did I say?" Bilbo whispered.

"It wasn't you halfling," Beorn replied. "I would have still been a prisoner of Azog if Persephone hadn't rescued me. But while she saved me, she watched a skin changer killed.... the last... except for the two of us. Persephone has many scars, very few of them are scars of the body. She has carried them for a long time and no one has helped her lift them yet."

After coming to an agreement with Beorn (they would leave once Persephone was healed and he would give them ponies), Thorin left the house to go in search of the girl.

He found her in the back, standing near the fence, petting the ponies. The horses seemed glad to see her and he could tell she looked happy but her shoulders were slumped.

"Hey," he whispered, coming to stand next to her.

Sepha didn't turn her head, her face shielded by her hair, "Hey."

"Are you feeling better?" he asked softly.

The girl nodded.

There was a long silence between the two and for a moment Thorin thought he would never manage to get anything out before the girl spoke for him.

"Thank you for... being there.... last night."

Thorin smiled, "Don't mention it. It hurt to see you in such pain...I had already inflicted enough on you... I didn't want you to have to endure more."

Sepha bowed her head slightly and Thorin knew he had to say it.

"Persephone.... I want to apologize."

The girl turned her face to him and Thorin gasped. Her beautiful face was washed and there was a slight pink mark on her cheek from the cut but her face was glowing beautiful and her eyes were red and puffy from crying, making her even more beautiful.

"You don't have to," the girl said.

THorin shook his head, "no I do. I really need to. You have gone through so much... some of it beyond anything I have ever imagined. I thought it was hard enough having my people slaughtered by Smaug and then my father disappearing and my grandfather being killed but... you were just a child and you saw your whole family die... you witnessed death and cruelty time and time again. You were treated unfairly, whipped... wounded... you deserved nothing of what I said to you. It was unjust of me and I apologize."

"it wasn't what you said that hurt me Thorin," Persephone told him, "It wasn't that you said it that hurt.... it hurt because I knew it to be true."

"Sepha, nothing I said to you was true," Thorin started but Persephone shook her head.

"No it is. I am a good for nothing wretch. I am afraid of everything.... afraid to fall asleep at night for fear I will wake up to find that another person I love was killed when I was not on watch. I am afraid to turn my back on someone for a split second because I fear that when I turn around they will be dead. I am afraid to get too close to someone I cannot protect because I fear I will lose them.I have a thousand people hunting me down because of stupid, foolish things I did because I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to make a difference and now, people are suffering for it."

Thorin couldn't stand it anymore. Reaching over, he grasped the girl's face in his huge hands gently and turned it up to look at him. "Persephone. Listen to me. You are not good for nothing. You are the bravest, strongest, kindest... most stubborn person I have ever met. Whoever comes in contact with you is blessed just to be in your presence. Fear is not a weakness. It is a strength. It shows that you are not arrogant or proud. It shows that you are a human and not a spirit. We all have our fears but many of us hide them because we are ashamed of them. You should never be ashamed of your fears. You have every right to be afraid of those things considering what people have done to you... me being one of them. I have played a part in those fears and I want to fix that. I want to help you overcome those fears.... You're too perfect to have fears like that."

"No one is perfect," Persephone whispered, gently moving her face from Thorin's hands.

There was a pause during which they just looked at each other before a gentle smile appeared on Thorin's face, "You are."

"You sit here and don't even think about straining your side," Dwalin instructed.

Sepha sighed and fake pouted by crossing her arms, "Great! Now I have five new adoptive fathers! First Balin, then Beorn, Gandalf, Oin and now you! Who's next? THorin?"

Dwalin chuckled and ruffled her brown hair, "Nah. He's more of an admirer than father to you."

The girl rolled her eyes but her cheeks went pink at Dwalin's words. As the dwarf headed over to join the others who were sparring together, she pulled her braid out. Brushing her fingers through her hair, she quickly red braided her hair but left to locks of hair on either side of her ears, framing her pretty pointy ears and making her look part elvish.

Thorin strode out of the house, heading to join the others when he stopped. He took in the girl who was sitting on a stump, watching the dwarves sparring. The hair framing her face made her look so gentle... so fragile and elf like... but the braid was definitely dwarfish style and it made him smile. He couldn't believe that he could love someone as much as he loved her.

She looked so relaxed, wearing a clean shirt that she had obtained from Kili who was the one nearest her size. it was slightly loose but that helped the bandages and she had tucked it into her pair of pants and was wearing her boots that were clean. Her hands were resting on the stump beside her and she looked so relaxed and carefree... not like she was on a journey to reclaim a mountain where a dragon slept.

"Uncle! Come on!" Kili called.

Thorin headed over to the others and saw that Fili and Kili were going against Dwalin and Gloin. He circled them, fingering his beard as he watched his nephews. FIli was a great fighter but Kili had a few wrong moves.

"here, lift your arm a little more," he said, stepping in to fix Kili's stance.

He then walked over to Fili and whispered in his ear, "Dwalin is right hand dominant. Try for his left more often."

His two nephews went at it and soon managed to disarm Gloin and Dwalin, earning cheers from the others.

"Your turn Thorin!" Kili invited.

"I can't do sword fighting anymore," Dwalin grumbled. "How bout wrestling?"

Thorin was about to object when Balin sauntered past and whispered something in his ear that only Thorin could hear, "Persephone is watching."

Thorin glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw that sure enough, his two nephews had gone and sat next to the girl and they were watching them. Thorin felt a smile appear on his face and he nodded, "You're on Dwalin."

With that, Dwalin began to remove his heavy clothing so that he was only wearing a shirt and his breeches and boots. Thorin did the same and smirked when Dwalin cracked his knuckles. They hadn't wrestled in a while and Thorin had gotten much stronger recently.

Meanwhile, Fili and Kili were watching their uncle with wide eyes. He was a father figure to them and they practically adored him and looked up at him with admiration. Their mouths were dangling open as they watched Dwalin and Thorin fighting.

"Uncle is so cool!" Kili whispered.

"Yeah!" FIli agreed.

Both of them cringed when THorin drew Dwalin over his shoulder, bringing the other dwarf to his back.

"Ouch," Sepha cringed. "Thats why I don't do wrestling."

"What do you do?" Fili inquired, "Other than archery?"

"Double swords," Sepha replied. "And self defense. Though sometimes I opt to morphing cuz it gets the job done faster."

"So how do you morph?" Kili inquired.

Sepha chuckled, "Don't try it Kili. But basically as a skin changer, I just think that I want to change and I do."

"Can you show us again?" Kili asked. "Unless you're still healing."

"Oh I'm healing just fine," Sepha replied.

Thorin brought Dwalin down a third time and the dwarves cheered for Thorin had won the round. He smiled and helped Dwalin up. He snuck a look at where his nephews and Sepha were but saw them getting up and heading off out of sight.

"Want to go for another?" Gloin invited THorin.

Thorin was about to object but Balin beat him to it, having noticed Thorin's puzzled look, "I think Thorin has some things to do. How about you go for Bofur."

Thorin smiled at Balin as thanks as he grabbed his blue tunic and headed after his nephews and Sepha. When he found them, he kept a good distance off so they didn't notice him.

They were standing in the open field by the river and Sepha was morphing from human, to wolf. the girl and Fili kept laughing whenever Kili tried to morph but only ended in a faceplant.

"Stop trying bro," FIli said, "You're not even a skin changer!"

"It's all in the head!" Kili said, "have some imagination!"

Sepha chuckled and morphing again into a wolf, she caught the boy by the boot with her teeth gently and began dragging him, earning a laugh from Fili and yelps from Kili.

She morphed back and she fell onto her back with laughter at Kili's horrified face. "Don't worry Kee. Most girls aren't attracted to guys who can morph anyway. You would be better off by working on your flirting."

"If you would even call it flirting," Fili pointed out. "He's scared some dwarf girls out of their breeches."

That sent Sepha laughing again and Thorin found himself smiling. Her laughing was like music and he loved hearing it. He also loved the bright look on her face and how she seemed so peaceful and happy.

(LATER)

Thorin was seated in a chair, reading a book silently. He never really read but all the other dwarves were sparring yet again (a second day in a row) so he had decided to avoid that by finding an occupation.

The door of the house opened and in ran Sepha. Her arms were full of herbs, many of them flowering. There were leaves and small flower petals in her hair and her cheeks were rosy from running. she had been healing nicely and Oin had given her the okay to do as she pleased but to be careful of her side.

THorin felt his heart stop and he feared that he was staring, mouth slightly open for the sight before him was like seeing a goddess. Her hair was slightly messed, hair flying all about her face. She wore Kili's white shirt laced up the back with her leather jacket but not laced up, her breeches and her boots. Her arms were overflowing with green plants, white and purple flowering plants and she carried a handful of stems covered in berries.

Her eyes met his for a second before she smiled and scurried off to where Oin was."I got your herbs."

"Oh thank you dear," the dwarf said, taking the armful of things from her. "Did you go into the thicket to find them?"

"Yeah," the girl replied. "Why?"

"Cuz you have some things in your hair." Oin chuckled.

Sepha sighed and handed the herbs to the dwarf. standing up, she walked a ways towards her bag and finding a fresh hairtie, she removed the other tie and let her hair fall out. She began to pick the small pieces of leaf, petals and other things from her hair. Thorin was watching her from beneath his eye lashes and before he knew it, he couldn't hold it back any longer.

Standing up, he set his book down and approached the girl from behind. He gently touched her hands and the girl slightly jumped, "Let me."

Sepha lowered her hands and THorin began to run his fingers through her hair, removing the pieces of hair. He ran his fingers through her thick brown hair again, even though there weren't anymore petals or leaves in her hair. How he wished to braid her hair but he feared she knew about dwarven braiding customs.

"Can I ask you something Sepha?" he inquired

"Sure," the girl replied, obviously thinking he was still getting leaves out of her hair.

"What do you know about your kin's customs? I mean.... all four of them?"

"Not much honestly," Sepha replied, "My mom was about to teach me before she died. She only go to explaining skin changer and wizards but they don't really have any customs like elves do. I know how elves court... but that's about it. Dwarves... I'm ashamed to say I know very little except that a dwarf and his or her One wait till after marriage to consummate their marriage.... that's really it."

The moment she told him that she knew very little about dwarfish customs, he began to run his fingers through her hair and began to braid it in a dwarfish braid.

When he finished, he released her hair and Sepha touched the braids a moment, smiling, "Thanks. You didn't have to do that."

Thorin shrugged, "I don't mind."

Sepha smiled and thanking him again, skipped outside to where his nephews were calling her, having not figured out where she had disappeared to. THorin smiled. How he wished he could tell her what he had just initiated. In Dwarven customs, There were different ways to begin showing one's affection to the other and one of those things was staking a claim by either act of arms to fight for the person's hand, show of physical strength or braiding the other's hair. However, Thorin felt that it was too soon to tell her.

He had just gotten on good terms with her after the horrible things he said to her in Rivendell. he didn't want to ruin it by expressing his feelings too soon. Little did he know that Dwalin and Balin had seen the whole thing and were smirking at each other. Fili and Kili were going to be so ticked off when they find out that they'll be losing the bet!

hen THorin finished thinking of the best way to tell Sepha about his feelings, he headed out doors to see what the others were up to. He wasn't the least bit surprised to see that Sepha was helping Kili with his sword fighting. She had both her swords drawn and was giving him tips, pausing every few blows to show him where to put his feet and so forth.

Thorin went and stood beside Dwalin who was watching Persephone constantly. He knew that Dwalin was trying to understand Sepha's form of fighting since it was a mixture of all different kinds of races.

"She's a tough one to read," Dwalin whispered, "It's like she has no pattern. That makes it very difficult to tell where she is going to strike next. It's almost aggravating!"

THorin smiled and looked at the girl. her moves were so graceful, smooth but so deadly that THorin understood Dwalin's frustration.

"Why don't you go spar with her?" Dwalin suggested as Kili stepped back, taking a break

Thorin looked from Dwalin to the girl, then back at Dwalin before sighing, "Fine."

In truth, he was dying to spar with her, just to be close to her but he didn't want Dwalin to know about his feelings... at least not yet.

"Let's see what you've got," he invited Sepha, drawing Orcrist.

Persephone smiled and handed one of her swords to Fili. The way THorin was going about, he obviously didn't want a lesson but wanted an actual round. In that case she was going to take it seriously.

She drove her other sword into the ground and quickly laced up her jacket so it didn't get in her way. As she did, he watched her and felt his mouth go dry. How he so wished to know what it felt like to touch her hands.... her face.... all of her.... he quickly shook his heads. Stop thinking such things when you aren't even courting her!

"Vaem hef tho bjorgart ilv mikk?" Thorin muttered in Kuzdul.

He said it too quietly for Persephone to hear but loud enough for all the dwarves to hear and their eyes widened and their eyebrows shot up. Persephone cocked her head at him.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that."

Thorin shook his head, "It was nothing."

"If it was nothing, then why is Dwalin smirking?" she inquired.

THorin looked over his shoulder to see that Balin and Dwalin were indeed smirking at him while Fili and Kili had their jaws dropped and eyes practically bulging from their faces. Oh if they said a word of this to her he was going to have their heads!

"Tell you what," Thorin remarked. "If you win this round, I'll tell you."

Persephone smiled and cracked her knuckles, "Deal."

Thorin didn't know what to do especially since Persephone just stood there calmly, her sword in the ground about three feet in front of her.

"Come on," the girl invited.

Thorin charged at her but that was a mistake. Persephone completely avoided him by bending completely backwards and grabbing her sword as she went. She spun around and held her sword horizontal in front of her, gripping it backwards.

Thorin turned and considered her. This time she took the first blow. Thorin had no idea where it came from but Persephone's blows were faster than any sword fighter he had ever fought against. THorin was an incredibly talented sword master but they were both equally matched in the other.

Thorin knew that she couldn't strain her side yet so he decided to use that against and take a blow at her where she couldn't avoid him without straining her side. It worked and soon he had her disarmed and he had Orcrist at her chest.

he smiled, "I win."

Persephone just raised her eyebrows and smiled, extending her right hand, "Funny thing I learnt in my years of wandering THorin.... never try to find a woman's weakness...."

Just then, Thorin felt something fly through the air and before he knew it, Persephone's sword was in her hand... both of them and she had them crossed at his neck, Orcrist tossed to the side, "...Because we always find yours first."

Thorin's eyes were so wide that Persephone smiled, "Never try to test a wizard."

Thorin smacked himself inwardly for being so foolish. She was a wizard! She probably had a spell that enabled her to draw her weapons to her mentally.

"So, what was it that you mumbled to yourself?" the girl asked, sheathing her swords.

All eyes turned to Thorin and he felt the back of his neck go red. He swallowed and at once his mouth went dry, "Nothing."

Before Persephone could object, he had ducked his head and had headed back to the house, walking briskly and sheating Orcrist as he went.

Sepha looked at Fili and Kili who were still staring with dropped jaws while Dwalin and Balin looked disappointed, not in Sepha but in the fact that Thorin hadn't told her.

"What did I say? Was it a touchy subject?"

Finding that Fili and Kili were practically frozen at present, Balin shook his head, "The lad was just nervous."

"Nervous? THorin?" Sepha inquired, "I find that hard to believe."

Dwalin sighed, "Why is it that it is always the person involved that is oblivious?"

"Oblivious to what?" Sepha inquired.

Balin sighed and patted her shoulder, "Lass... THorin was nervous because of you. What he said was in Kuzdul and it was: What have you done to me?"

t was their third day staying with Beorn and they were planning on leaving the next morning. They were going to leave that day since Sepha was fully healed now but Beorn insisted they wait one more day so that he could scout the area for Azog. the orc had strangely disapeared and that worried them.

Thorin was finding it rather hard to do anything without staring at Persephone. The girl was watching Bofur and Nori doing spoon tricks, laughing with Fili and Kili and Thorin had been caught staring several times. He didn't really care that Balin and Dwalin caught him staring for they obviously knew about his feelings but for some reason, Persephone was on alert. He wondered if someone had told her what he had muttered in kuzdul. That would explain why she kept looking over at him occasionally, out of the time catching him watching her.

"If you keep staring your eyes are going to wear out," Balin muttered, coming to sit next to Thorin.

The dwarf prince was seated on a bench across the room from the others, leaning on his knees and fidgeting with his hands. His blue eyes intensely watching Persephone.

"I can't help it," the dwarf whispered back.

Balin smiled, "I don't expect you to help it. I expect you to do something about it."

Thorin finally tore his eyes from Persephone and looked at Balin, "What do you mean?"

"If you keep staring you'll either scare the poor lass or she'll start to think something is wrong. Also, if you dont stake a claim soon, someone will come along and snatch the lass. She's old enough to wed and with those looks and her traveling as much as she does, I find it a miracle that someone hasn't courted her yet."

Thorin shook his head, "But how do I do that? She doesn't know any of the dwarfish customs."

Balin smiled, "Well some of them are obvious. Like shows of physical strength."

Thorin opened his mouth to point out that he had joined in the sparring but Balin shook his head, "Without invitation. You have to do it without Dwalin inviting you to do it."

Thorin sighed and ran his hands over his face, "But what will that do when she doesn't know the meaning behind it?"

Balin shrugged, "As the trip goes on I can gradually explain the customs of dwarfish courting to her. I can tell her that you brought up that she doesn't know much and I'll offer to teach her. That way, you can begin to show small signs of affection and she can understand."

"But why must I show a feet of physical strength?"

"To impress her laddie," Balin said. "Try to think outside the box. Forget the customs for a moment and think about winning her. You are obviously impressed with her beyond doubt but you have never tried to impress her."

"I didn't want to see like a showoff," Thorin mumbled.

Balin smirked, "Which is a side of you I appreciate. If you don't want her to think of you as a showoff, show physical strength and act like you don't know she's there."

Thorin sat there thinking about it a moment before nodding, "Alright.... when?"

"Now," Balin suggested. "I'll be sure to make sure the lass follows within five minutes."

Thorin nodded and rising to his feet, he headed out of the house. Balin casually walked over to the table and sat down with the others. Occasionally he peered out the window and he could see that Thorin was having trouble figuring something out. He wasn't going to give up on the dwarf prince so easily so he decided to give him a boost.

"Laddies, when was the last time you washed your clothes?" Balin asked, wrinkling his nose.

The dwarves were about to point out that they never wash their things but Balin gave them a warning look. Persephone perked up.

"If you guys need laundry washed, I can do it."

"Oh don't worry yourself lass," Gloin remarked. "You don't have to do that."

Persephone shook her head, "Oh stop it! I have been practically an invalid the past three days and it's driving me insane! I want to help! I can never help with meals because that would mean Bofur wouldn't get his night to cook and he needs to practice."

"You got that right," Bombur muttered.

"If you're sure lass," Dwalin remarked, catching onto his brother's plan.

Sepha nodded, "Just give me what you need cleaned and I'll take care of it. Might as well before we leave tomorrow. Don't want to travel in soiled clothing."

The girl headed off and soon located a scrub brush and a bar of soap. When she returned, She saw that all the dwarves were in breeches and had wrapped their cloaks around them because their shirts were in the basket. There was a basket of clothes that Dwalin handed her.

"Thanks again Lass," he said.

Persephone nodded and looked around, counting dwarves, "Where's Thorin?"

Balin tried to restrain from grinning. The plan was working! Fili and Kili's heads snapped up at that and they caught the sparkle in Balin's eyes, making them suspicious.

"He's out back, chopping wood for Beorn," Balin said after glancing out the window.

Persephone nodded and headed out the back. Once she was gone, Balin turned to see FIli and Kili glaring at him suspiciously, arms crossed.

"You're cheating," Fili hissed.

"No I'm not," Balin objected. "I'm just giving them a little boost."

"Cheating on what?" Bofur inquired, curious.

"We made a bet with the lads," Dwalin explained. "They bet that Thorin and Persephone wouldn't become a couple till after we reclaim Erabor. My brother and I think they will before."

Bofur grinned and rubbed his hands, "OOOOOH! Count me in!"

Meanwhile, Persephone had stepped out of the house with the basket and had found Thorin in the back, chopping wood. He was only wearing his blue tunic, shirt, breeches and boots. Every time he slammed the axe into the wood, she could see his muscles flex beneath his tunic. She was surprised at how smoothly but strongly the axe met the block with a deep thunk.

"Thorin," she called.

Thorin turned and took in the sight of the girl, "Yeah?"

"I was just going to wash the other's things before we left tomorrow. Do you have anything that needs cleaning?"

Thorin was about to object but something told him that Balin had told her to do that. He felt his ears go red realizing what Balin was trying to get him to do. He was trying to think of something when Persephone spoke up.

"You have blood and dirt caked into your tunic," she pointed out. "You're jerkin is already in here."

THorin nodded and removed his blue tunic, leaving him in only his pants and blue shirt. He rolled the tunic up and placed it in the basket. He didn't even have to look at his shirt to know it was just as caked with dried sweat and dirt. Trying to fight back the redness appearing on his ears, he removed his shirt and placed it in the basket.

Without meeting her eyes, he bent down and picked up his axe. He stood back up and grabbed a log, "Thanks Sepha."

When the girl didn't reply he looked at her to see that her cheeks had gone bright pink and she was staring slightly. She quickly nodded and headed off, leaving Thorin with a huge grin on his face. Working so far.

Persephone cleaned all the dwarves's clothes and laid them on the grass to dry. By the time she reached Thorin's, her hands were slightly numb from the scrubbing but she didn't mind. She grabbed THorin's shirt and was about to submerge it in the water when she stopped. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Fili and Kili weren't creeping up on her, she buried her nose in the shirt and breathed in.

She missed that smell. When Thorin had been holding her when Oin had been operating on her, his scent had filled her nose and had been the only thing to keep her conscious. He smelled of forests, smoke and sweat. It was the best smell.

Taking one more smell, she scrubbed it long and hard, being sure to get all the blood stains out. When she finished, she grabbed all the now dry clothes and placing them in the basket, headed back up to the house.

When she approached, she had first thought to stop by and give THorin his shirt and tunic but something made her freeze in her tracks. THorin was still chopping wood but of course he was still shirtless and now he was sweating. As he slammed the axe into the block, pulling it out easily, his arm muscles rippled. Sepha found herself staring and she was glad she had good self control or her mouth would have dropped.

Thorin slammed the axe again but this time he noticed her and smiled at her, acting completely innocent, pretending to not notice the bright blush on her face. Persephone smiled and quickly tore her eyes away, heading indoors.

She was so occupied in trying to not blush that she didn't notice all the dwarves scurrying away from the window where they had been crowding to watch what was happening outside.

Persephone continued to sort out the clothes, lying them next to each person's bag. The dwarves all came and grabbed their things, heading into the stalls to change. Persephone continued to fold their coats and was just folding Thorin's shirt when she felt a presence behind her.

Before she could even turn to see which dwarf it was, a hand reached out and reaching into the basket, pulled out the blue tunic. Persephone didn't even have to turn around to know it was THorin. She recognized the tattoo on his arm, the brace on his wrist.... the sweat and the shape of his muscles.

She felt her cheeks flame bright red and she tried to hide behind her hair but Thorin's braid was still intact and it kept the hair out of her eyes. UGH!

"You got all the blood off," THorin's deep voice said, close to her ear. "Thank you."

The girl nodded but didn't look up. She hadn't noticed that she was still folding his shirt till he spoke again.

"I don't think you can fold it anymore."

Persephone snapped out of her daze and shoved the shirt at THorin, not looking up. She bent down to grab the basket but found that it was gone. Thorin had moved it.

"What's wrong?" the dwarf inquired, "You look flushed."

Persephone didn't look up until he pulled on his shirt but when she did, she smacked herself inwardly. Even with his shirt on, she could still make out his well toned body, his broad chest and without his tunic, he still looked incredibly hot.

She found herself staring again but this time she didn't catch it in time, "Thanks again."

Persephone nodded and quickly walked off, missing the smile on Thorin's gaze. She also completely missed seeing Dwalin, Bofur, Oin, Balin, Bombur and Dori give him a thumbs up from across the room, all the other dwarves muttering under their breath that the others were 'cheating'.

That night, Persephone found it impossible to sleep. She still couldn't get THorin out of her head. What had happened? Since her sparring match with him, she had noticed on and off how he would constantly watch her when she wasn't looking and when she looked at him, he would look away. Of course, his beard and his long hair prevented her from seeing if he turned red.

Then, she would remember watching him remove his shirt in front of her.... sweat pouring down his chest...

She sat up. Looking around, she saw that all the dwarves and Gandalf were asleep. Beorn was still gone and wouldn't be back till dawn. She reached down and scratched her side. Her wound was itchy which was a result of it healing but it got annoying sometimes. Getting up silently, she grabbed her bag and headed to the kitchen.

The kitchen was in view of the sleeping dwarves but the furthest she could go. She grabbed a bucket of water and began to heat it quietly. While it heated, she grabbed fresh bandages from her bag and her shirt which she had mended.

Checking over her shoulder to ensure that the dwarves were asleep, she removed Kili's shirt. She still wore her bra (in middle earth, the bras come up as high as a sport's bra and low, almost to the naval). She laid his shirt on the table, planning on cleaning it before returning it to Kili.

Grabbing the bandages, she began to unwind her other bandages on her side. Her back was fully healed and only got sore occasionally.

What she didn't know was that a certain Dwarf prince had been roused by the sound of shuffling. Slowly opening his blue eyes, he saw the silhouette of Persephone nearby. He watched as she removed Kili's shirt and lay it on the table. He couldn't see her clearly for the candle only lit up her face and made her siloughette visible.

Thorin watched entranced as she removed her bandages, cleaned her wound carefully and rebandaged her side. When she finished, she placed the dirty bandages and kili's shirt near the door where she would find them the next day to wash. THorin quickly shut his eyes and pretended to sleep silently when she passed. However, her footsteps stopped near him and he wondered if she was looking at him.

In fact, as she was passing the dwarf prince, she had froze and was looking at his sleeping form. Even covered in his cloak, his eyes closed and mouth shut he was gorgeous. His lashes were long and dark... his face clean... his lips firm and one arm crossed over his stomach, his strong hand gripping Orcrist.

"Vaem hef tho bjorgart ilv mikk?" She whispered. (What have you done to me?)

Persephone knew that the whisper was too quiet to wake anyone but she didn't know that THorin had heard it loud and clear and his heart had done a leap at the sound of it.

He heard her footsteps leave after a moment and he heard the straw rustle as she laid down. After about ten minutes he dared to open his eyes and saw the girl sleeping on the other side of Kili, further away from the snoring dwarves. Fili and Kili were lying facing each other and Persephone was sleeping about an arms length from Kili near her pack.

Her eyes were closed, her brown hair cascading down her back as she laid on her side. Thorin watched her in the dark for a while till he saw her shiver and whimper. she was dreaming.

Without hesitation the dwarf got up and tiptoeing quietly past the others, he laid down beside her on the straw. She was now violently tossing her head back and forth, unable to wake up from the horrible dream. THorin gently placed his hand on her cheek and pressed his forehead against hers.

"It's alright. I'm here," he whispered.

Almost instantly, the girl stopped shaking and relaxed, still sound asleep. Thorin shifted so he was lying slightly sitting up and he pulled the sleeping girl into his arms. He was surprised when the girl turned and nuzzled her face into his chest before falling back asleep.

Thorin sighed and watched the girl as she slept. He brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and smiled, "You have no idea what you have done to me."

When they woke up the next morning, Persephone was the first to wake and she almost yelped in surprise when she felt the rise and fall of a chest beneath her. Lifting her green eyes, she realized she had fallen asleep on top of Thorin!

"Wha..." she started but THorin shifted in his sleep.

The girl almost squeaked when Thorin's arm tightened around her shoulders, drawing her closer to him before he nuzzled his face into her hair and laid still, "Amralime" he mumbled.

Sepha's eyes widened at the familiar dwarfish word and was glad that everyone was asleep or they would have seen her go pink. Careful as to not rouse THorin, she shifted out of his arms and began to pack. She finished cleaning her bandages and Kili's shirt before she returned.

By then, all the other dwarves were awake including THorin and were silently packing their things. Thorin seemed to act like he hadn't fallen asleep with the girl in his arms and Sepha found it hard not to stare at him nor to turn red when he looked at her.

"Any sign of Beorn?" kili asked.

Sepha shook her head, "Not as of yet. He'll probably be back soon."

The dwarves nodded and all sat down to find something quiet to do while they waited for the skin changer.

When Persephone headed back indoors from helping Gandalf feed the ponies, she found that the dwarves were sitting in a circle around Dwalin and Balin who were arm wrestling over a large chunk of log.

"What's going on?" the girl inquired of Fili and Kili.

the two young dwarves grinned, "We decided that one of us needs to be your 'protector' so we're having an arm wrestling competition to see which of us has the job of protecting you."

"Guys," Sepha groaned, "I don't need a babysitter."

"Not a babysitter lass," Oin explained. "Just someone who will ensure that you are alright. We wont smother you I promise."

What Sepha wasn't being told was that arm wrestling over a female for dwarves was seen as an act of dominance. Whoever won the competition would have first dibs on courting the lass. Of course, none of the other dwarves had an interest in courting the girl but they were trying to urge Thorin to stake a claim.

Dwalin beat Balin but the good natured old dwarf smiled, "Who's next?"

FIli and Kili were about to step up but Balin shook his head, "Bofur bested you two already."

"I will," a voice rang out.

Sepha felt her cheeks go pink as Thorin stepped up to the block and sat down opposite Dwalin. Sepha completely missed the smirk coming from half the dwarves because she was too busy trying to not blush and stare as THorin rolled up one of his sleeves. He placed his elbow on the block and gripped Dwalin's hand tightly.

When Balin signaled them to begin, Sepha swallowed when she saw Thorin's arm tense and the muscles and veins in his arm flex as he fought against Dwalin. While Dwalin was saying things in Kuzdul, groaning and grunting, Thorin didn't make a noise and had his blue eyes trained on their hands calmly.

Suddenly, Dwalin's hand made contact with the block. Thorin won!

The dwarves all cheered and Dwalin patted Thorin on the shoulder, "Still the best laddie."

"Well then I guess that makes Uncle, Persephone's protector," Fili started.

"I don't need a babysitter," Sepha objected, even though she didn't mind the idea of Thorin protecting her.

"It's just a precaution," THorin told her as he got to his feet.

Persephone felt her heart stop as he passed her, looking at her for a moment from beneath his long lashes.

*******

For the next several hours Persephone stayed as far from Thorin as possible and stuck as close as she could to Fili and Kili, hoping that it would prevent any nervous encounters. When Beorn returned and replied that the orcs wouldn't beat them to Mirkwood but were close, Persephone happily busied herself saddling the ponies.

"Got your bag Seph," Kili called, scurrying out of the house with her bag.

He tossed it to her and she slung it onto her pony with a smile, "Thanks Kee."

She began to put the bit to her pony's mouth and realized that her pony was the stubborn one. She was just about to wiggle her finger into the horse's jaw to pry his mouth open when a voice caught her attention and she almost jumped when THorin's intimidating figure appeared on the other side of her horse's head.

"Having trouble?" he smirked.

Sepha felt her cheeks go red and she didn't look up to meet his steady gaze, "I should have saddled this young fella for you. You two would make good companions."

THorin chuckled and reaching over, he took the bit from Sepha's hand. She felt her cheeks flame red when his calloused finger brushed against her soft one and quickly ducked her head, hiding behind her brown waves.

She watched as Thorin put the bit to the horse's mouth and immediately, the horse opened his mouth and Thorin slipped the halter on. Sepha raised her eyebrow and saw that THorin's blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Nothing a little sugar cannot handle," THorin remarked, revealing that he had a small handful of sugar cubes in his hand.

Sepha shook her head ruefully, "You tyrant. Now he'll be a biter."

THorin smiled, "Well then you two would make a perfect team."

Sepha's head snapped up and she placed her hands on her hips. Thorin tried not to chuckle but a huge grin spread across his face at the sight. She looked so cute when she was offended and the whole hands on hips thing didn't help Thorin's infatuation which was now almost unbearable especially when she cocked her head to the side, her hair falling off her shoulder and revealing her smooth, white neck and shoulder.

"Now I will pretend I didnt hear that."

"Then who will we offer this brute to?" THorin inquired.

Sepha peered around at all the dwarves and realized that most of them had already mounted or chosen a pony. Then, her eyes settled on Fili and Kili who were heading out of the house, having finally emerged with all their things. A smirk appeared on her face and she took the reins from Thorin.

Thorin watched the girl approach his nephews and hold out the reins to his youngest nephew, completely faking innocence and Kili took the reins, completely oblivious to the mischievous smile playing on THorin's face.

Sepha spun on her heel and skipped back to Thorin, her green eyes twinkling, "This'll be good."

THorin shook his head and smiled down at the girl who slung her bag onto her back and picked a more agreeable pony, "I had no idea you had a mischievous streak in you."

"I usually don't," Sepha replied. "But that's what happens when you hang around those two."

Before Thorin could comment further, Sepha had swung up onto her pony and had trotted over to Fili. THorin found his pony and had mounted just when a surprised yelp erupted from Kili. The young dwarf had found it impossible to get his pony to move until Sepha came over and slapped his pony across the rear end, sending the horse into a perfect gallop, almost dropping the dwarf.

Sepha and Fili were laughing so hard that they were almost falling off their ponies. Balin and Dwalin were grinning while the other dwarves quickly made bets as to how long Kili would manage to hang onto the horse.

Thorin smiled and seeing that Gandalf was still talking to Beorn, maneuvered his horse in Sepha's direction. He was hoping, seeing as they would only be traveling at a trot to Mirkwood, that he would have some time to talk with Sepha. However, this proved much more difficult than he thought.

The moment Balin and Dwalin saw the dwarf prince heading in Sepha's direction, they found a good reason to steer Fili as far from Sepha as possible, leaving Thorin plenty of room to move his horse next to Sepha's. However, Sepha was much more keen on things happening than THorin had predicted and noticing Balin and Dwalin's move, she had spied Thorin heading her way and turning her pony, she had trotted straight over to Bifur, Bofur and Bombur who at once began talking with her about Kili and the pony and their bets.

Thorin pulled his pony to a halt and sighed. Why was she avoiding him? It was like she didn't mind talking with him but didn't seem comfortable being around him alone for too long.

Thorin became aware of another presence next to him and turned to see Dwalin and Balin on either side of him. Both looked disappointed.

"Nice try though laddie," Balin remarked sadly.

Dwalin patted Thorin's shoulder and smiled encouragingly, "SHe's a hard one that lass. But that doesn't mean she's no less worthy to be won."

"On the contrary," Balin remarked, leaning over to look at his brother around Thorin, "She is showing respect, restraint and caution which is something you rarely see in young girls especially where Thorin is involved. Any other girl would be fawning over him the moment he showed any interest. Sepha is being cautious, not because she doesn't trust THorin but because she has never been in this situation before and she isnt yet sure what to make of it."

"Just give her time Thorin," Dwalin encouraged. "I can tell that SEpha cares about you... to what extent I don't know but at the least, she looks to you in admiration and respect."

Thorin nodded and sighed, rubbing his face with his hands, "I just hope I haven't scared her."

"No such luck," Kili remarked.

The three turned to see that Kili had miraculously survived the horse encounter but his hair was windblown and looked a fright, his eyes wide and his face still pale but pink from the wind, "She is just flustered."

"How so?" all three asked at the same time.

Kili smirked knowingly, "Don't tell my brother but I'm betting that you two will end up together before we reach the mountain. Anyway, she seemed rather flustered after your.... shirtless attempt at impressing her and after that, Fee and I noticed her looking at you occasionally but blushing crimson whenever you looked back at her."

Thorin's eyes widened and a glint of hope flashed through his eyes. Dwalin was smirking and Balin was grinning so wide that he looked creepy.

"So our little scheme worked!" he hooted, just low enough for Sepha to not hear. "now for step two of the master plan!"

"What is that?" THorin and Kili asked, looking rather concerned.

"Educate the lass in dwarves customs of courting and marriage," Balin explained.

Kili scratched his head and then realized how windblown his hair was and began to fuss over it, "Exactly how many steps are within this master plan?"

Dwalin and Balin leant over to look at each other, "Some 76...."

Kili yanked on his hair so much that he created a master knot and almost fell off his pony. THorin's eyes grew so wide that his crystal blue eyes almost looked silver and his mouth dropped open.

"Oh boy," Kili sighed.

horin knew that most of the company, especially Fili and Gandalf and Bilbo were beginning to wonder why he would turn around every five minutes to look at the rest of the company. Fili occasionally asked his brother if he knew what was up with their uncle but Kili played innocent rather well, saying he was clueless.

The truth was, everyone else knew perfectly well why for nearer to the back of the ground rode Balin and Sepha, deep in conversation. Dwalin, Kili and Fili rode in front of them and were listening in on the conversation.

"So cutting hair or beards is a sign of mourning," Sepha repeated, trying to drill the custom into her memory as Balin acquainted her with the most basic traditions.

"Or as a sign of apology," Balin explained. "See, when Thorin's father and grandfather were killed, he cut his beard which is why his is shorter than most of ours."

Sepha glanced at Kili who was looking back at her but stopped before she asked, realizing that the reason why Kili's was so short was because of his youth.

"So...if dwarves are about twice the age of a human... that makes Fili...88?"

"BINGO!" Fili called, flashing the girl a smirk and waving his hand in a mock salute, "Someone is catching on fast."

"So that makes Kili 71?" Sepha inquired.

Kili nodded, flashing her a smile as well. "What about you Seph?"

Sepha pursed her lips together and looked up at the sky, "Well.... I'm technically 61 in human years because in dwarven/elven years I'm 122."

"Hey that's not much younger than uncle," Kili remarked, a little too enthusiastically, getting a warning look of a head shake from Balin, a cut-it-out motion from Dwalin and a suspicious look from his brother.

Sepha felt her cheeks go red but she tried to push it off, "How is Thorin anyway.... unless that is a little improper to ask."

Balin chuckled, "Lass, I doubt THorin would mind you asking his age. He is not ashamed, since he is technically in his prime but once you reach my age, it is just disgraceful."

Sepha laughed, "Oh Balin, being old isnt a bad thing!"

Dwalin saw that the conversation had gotten off topic so he quickly reverted it back to Thorin, "THorin is 195 lass. You do the math. I'm too tired."

Sepha wrinkled her nose and you could basically see her brain gears turning, "ninety....seven?"

"In and around those parts," Kili replied, getting a glare from the other three who were getting rather annoyed at his interruptions.

"Jeez.... you're really young Seph," Fili remarked, teasingly.

Sepha faked pout, "Oh you're one to talk! technically, you're only 44!"

Fili's eyes widened, "I THINK I"M GOING TO TALK TO ORI BEFORE YOU ALL MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A BABY!"

With that, he urged his horse on and Kili followed him, followed by the laughs from Balin, Dwalin and Sepha.

"So brother," Dwalin said, trying to urge his brother to get to the point. "Did you talk about dwarven customs for dams?"

"Dams?" Sepha inquired.

"Female dwarves lass," Balin replied. "And no we haven't yet. We actually should... since you are the lass of the company."

Sepha smiled at the title he gave her, "What do you think is the most important tradition?"

Balin thought a moment before replying, "Probably exchanges that pass between dwarrows and dams."

"You mean like in courtship?" Sepha asked, so far oblivious.

Balin nodded, "Exactly. dwarves hold the rite of marriage in very high esteem. Probably higher than most races. When we marry our one, we are married for life and are dedicated to our very souls to our mate."

A smile had appeared on Sepha's face and Dwalin was glad that Balin's description seemed to please her.

"Dwarves only court once and that is when they are sure they have found their One. I'm sure you've heard of the One?"

Sepha nodded, "Most certainly. It is legend that when dwarves were created, Mahal created two beings from one body, each other's One. Neither would feel complete till they found their other half."

Balin nodded, "Exactly lass."

Sepha cocked her head, "So... what are some things that go between men and women during courtship?"

"Well," Balin said, pretending to think. "When a dwarf is sure he found his one and wants to court her, he tries to impress her to get her attention and hopefully win her favor before asking for her permission to court her. He will try to impress her by feets of arms... combat, sparring and showing of strength and ability. Also if he shows signs of deep respect for the lass, defending her and acting as a protector and respectful companion."

Sepha nodded, having not caught on till she heard the last part and she practically froze. Her face went ashen white and at once, the two dwarves feared that she was afraid or shocked. Her green eyes slowly flitted away from Balin to the tall, dark haired figure of the dwarf prince riding at the front. His back was to her and he was conversing with FIli and Kili.

Balin was about to speak when he saw Sepha's cheeks go bright pink and she ducked her head. He decided that it was enough of a lesson for one day.

After a while, Sepha slowed her horse to join Ori and Dori near the back, leaving Balin and Dwalin out of earshot. The two exchanged knowing looks and winks, shaking hands while she wasn't looking.

"Seems like she's noticed the obvious," Balin whispered.

Dwalin nodded, "Now what?"

Balin smirked and rubbed his hands together in anticipation, "Step three.... sign of respect from Thorin."

Dwalin nodded, "but how will we do that? We're not stopping for the night."

Balin pursed his lips together and glanced at Sepha, "We'll be stopping to water the ponies in a few minutes and to relieve ourselves... Get the others... don't tell Bilbo, Fili or the others who are on Fili's side of the bet. Get the others to practically cling to Sepha when we stop so if she tries to have some privacy, she'll find it hard. I'll alert Thorin to the plan and he can take it from there."

A mischievous smile lit up Dwalin's face and he grinned, "Perfect. I'm off."

Dwalin slowed his horse to talk to Nori, Bifur and Bofur while Balin urged his horse to Thorin who was talking with Gandalf.

Sepha seemed completely oblivious except for the exchange that happened between THorin and Balin. she hadn't thought anything of the conversation with Balin except at how startled she was to realize that THorin might very well have been trying to impress her the other day at Beorn's. Now that she thought of it, it hadn't been the first time. There had been the time when he had sparred with Dwalin in front of her... but she shook her head. It was doubtful that someone like Thorin would have an interest in her... a quarter breed.

Sepha quickly looked back at Ori when she realized that after talking with Balin for a moment, Thorin had looked over his shoulder at the girl with a look she didn't have time to read. If she had looked, she would have seen a smile on his face, and a flicker of bright hope in his beautiful blue eyes.

Little did she know, that half the company were trying their hardest to see the two get together as a couple before they reached the mountain. With Fili and the other half of the company pressing on them, they had no choice.

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Exploring a Series: The Hobbit-An Unexpected Journey

“Far over the Misty Mountains cold...”

Oh, the haunting song has become one of my favorites through the years. The dwarves version is chilling and heartfelt. Every time I hear it I get literal goosebumps! Who doesn’t? LOL!

Anyway, I’m going to be doing something a little different for this week/month. I’m going to be exploring the series of The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings. Yes, I know, this is popular and just about everyone has watched it or heard of it, but like other movies I’ve reviewed on this blog, I would like to give my opinion.

Now, onto this first movie of the series. An Unexpected Journey.

Having watched this for years, I can honestly say I love it. The story. The characters. Everything is enjoyable and full of emotion you can’t tear your eyes away. At least, I couldn’t.

Everyone, at least, knows the story, but here it goes.

In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. A hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins. He’s a quiet hobbit. Never did anything unexpected. Very respectable. Until the day a wizard named Gandalf appears and offers him a change. He’s resistant, even after meeting 13 dwarves, but quickly changes his mind and goes on an adventure.

And what an adventure! He meets Elves. Trolls. Orcs. Goblins. He even meets Gollum and finds a very special Ring. (You know which one I mean.)

I’ve been a fan of the book since I was about 10, so that’s about 21 years of me loving Tolkien’s world. So, when this movie came out, I was excited to say the least. The movie is different than the book, but I will say I enjoyed it nonetheless.

I loved the delivery of the backstory of Thorin Oakenshield and the dwarves of Erebor. In the book, (Spoiler) Thorin tells Bilbo the story of Erebor and Smaug, but in the movie, Bilbo tells the story. Hearing the late great Ian Holm tell the story is powerful and enjoyable. I could honestly listen to him narrate the entire story. He was an amazing actor with marvelous talent.

The story is told at an easy pace which is great. It flows steadily throughout with each moment more entertaining than the previous. There were moments where you may go, why are they doing this? What direction are they going with this? There is no way this was in the book or even making any sense? But bear in mind, everything makes sense, in time, in this series. Characters, you may not know or weren’t even in the “Original” trilogy, become beloved and have a purpose. Nothing happens without reason.

The cinematography is spectacular, as this was filmed in New Zealand, giving me more reasons to visit this beautiful other worldly country. Anyway, the CGI effects are amazing and enhances the experience as there are some moments where you can’t create without a bit of CGI.

The actors are amazing, and the chemistry between them are perfect. They click and go along with the story. Martin Freeman, aka Bilbo, does an amazing job portraying a fish out of water with the dwarves who transforms into a confident Hobbit by the end of this first installment. Richard Armitage was meant to play Thorin. He brings the tortured soul of Thorin to life in a way I can’t imagine another actor doing it. If you’ve watched the original trilogy, there are other familiar faces appearing in this. Hugo Weaving, aka Lord Elrond. Cate Blanchett, aka Galadriel. The late Sir Christopher Lee, aka Saruman. Sir Ian Mckellen, aka Gandalf. And of course, Andy Serkis as Gollum.

I have favorite moments in this movie. So many, that I honestly, can’t pick just one.

I loved the trolls scene. Bilbo is quick to help and it’s one of the first moments he shows his strength and courage. His quick thinking saves the dwarves from being eaten and earns some of their respect. Again, I loved it because Bilbo is beginning to come into his own. He is becoming a stronger person and realizes he can help.

The scene has to be Bilbo meeting Gollum. It’s my favorite chapter in the book, and I was so glad they stayed true to it in the movie. Again, Bilbo’s quick thinking saves his life. He doesn’t use the sword or brute force, but his mind to outwit Gollum. It’s a charming and fun scene with a hint of darkness, because Gollum wants to eat Bilbo.

The last scene I will mention is the one that proves to be very powerful, at least to me. Thorin faces Azog, close to the end, and fails. It doesn’t seem he will make it, but out of nowhere Bilbo attacks. He saves Thorin’s life by killing another Orc, and stand in front, ready to fight Azog and whoever to protect Thorin. Up until now, Bilbo had used his wits to survive, but now, he’s using his physical strength to defend a friend. Though, this friend did not believe he belonged in the company, but Bilbo proved he did.

I loved the growth of Bilbo’s character and the side stories, which will come together as the trilogy and original movies continue.

The movie ended on a happy note, and one that brings a smile when watching it.

This is a wonderful story, which continues with two more parts, but taken individually, it’s wonderful and a great adventure.

“Can you promise I will come back?” “No. And if you do, you will not be the same.”

“I knew then, there is one who I would follow. One I could call king.”

“True Courage is knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.”

“You. What were you doing? You nearly go yourself killed. Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you not survive in the wild. And you had no place amongst us?...I have never be so wrong in all my life.”

(Above is the scene link on YouTube.)

OVERALL RATING: A+ (I would go higher, but that’s as high as I could rate. LOL!)

RECOMENDED: Definitely!