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The Three Women Of Durin - A Second Awakening (53)

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Thorin and Fili briskly walked together, weaving in and out of sick beds and the drained people who lay prisoner inside them. Thorin wondered what Fili was so desperate about him seeing, but found that he didn’t have the energy to be bothered about it too much, he simply allowed himself to be dragged by his nephew through the winding corridors of Erebor, his feet dragging underneath him.

Thorin during this time peeked a look at his eldest sister-son. Fili had grown wild since that day, losing hours and days of sleep because he simply couldn’t get his brain to stop whirring. He was the only one out of the remaining company that knew that himself, Kili and Thorin were supposed to die instead, and this one thought had completely and utterly consumed him. He had taken up a leading role to busy himself on the days where Thorin’s presence couldn’t be found. He organised the sick beds, he made sure they had enough supplies and he bid his farewells to Thranduil on behalf of the company (he also found rooms for Legolas who talked about leaving with Elrond and Tauriel who decided to stay with Legolas until he left).

Fili had stepped up because he didn’t know what else to do. The pain he, his brother and his uncle were sharing was too deep to be mended with talking to one another, they needed space from each other, they needed space from everyone. But, when you have certain blood running through your veins, you can’t afford to turn your back on the world.

Fili would like to say that he was handling the loss of his three friends well, but by this point, he would be only kidding himself. When the sun was up he put on a dry face, with a soft smile and crinkled eyes, but when the stars prickled across the blackened sky…well, he mourned them.

But it was only when a worried and fanatic Kili had shown up on his doorstep that morning had he been to see them, and that was exactly where he was taking Thorin. When Thorin noticed the place they were heading he thought surely not. But as they grew closer, the lower Thorin’s heart sank into his chest. What was Fili up to?

“Fili, why are you taking me there?” Thorin asked calm, there was no point in freaking out.

“Kili came to my door this morning,” Fili responded after a beat, Thorin had been a bomb recently, say the wrong thing, do the wrong action, and he would explode, “Apparently he’s been spending his time with them…he can’t seem to leave them alone,”

“Oh,” Another reason for Thorin’s heart to hurt, “But why are you taking me?”

“Kili said something was wrong, he couldn’t explain it but…” Fili paused walking turning to face his uncle with unsure eyes, watching carefully at Thorin’s reaction, “He said, he thought he saw them breathing,” Thorin didn’t say anything for a minute, a confusing silence crashing onto the small stone corridor.

“You sound unsure,” Thorin decided to respond with.

“Well,” Fili sighed, walking on, “We’ve all taken this badly haven’t we? Kili’s young, and he’s spent a lot of time in that room, there is a possibility that he’s seeing things. I guess he’s lost all hope so he’s searching for it,”

Thorin walked next to Fili in silence, the conversation dropping off into nowhere. When did he become so grown up? The thought rattled around Thorin’s head like his footsteps rattled around the mountain. Fili had a strong exterior on the outside, he always did, and Thorin couldn’t help but think that he would make the best king Erebor had seen in a long while. As Thorin closed in on the room he had left behind 29 days ago, Thorin thought of Kili. Fili was right, the young lad had been through so much trauma in the past few weeks for someone his age. Hope of the girls being alive shouldn’t be a question anymore, the hope they needed was one of learning to survive without them. But Thorin couldn’t help himself from thinking, what if?

Kili sat with wild eyes and wild hair, he was hunched over stone steps, head in hands, elbows on knees. And when Thorin and Kili walked he scrambled to his feet, more hysterical than excited.

“Kili,” Thorin said coolly whilst looking him up and down, he’s a mess.

“Uncle,” Kili responded, his voice short and sharp.

“Fili told me you might have seen something strange going on with the girls,” The word ‘girls’ got caught in Thorin’s throat but he disguised it with a cough, although, the people who surrounded him in that moment were the last people Thorin needed to put a brave face on for.

“Um, yeah,” Kili got out, he sounded unsure, “Last night I was…here, and I thought I saw the girls breathing,” Kili managed to get out. He looked and sounded rather mental.

“Kili…” Thorin breathed softly, “The girls, are dead, I know this is hard but-” Thorin began but was cut off.

“No,” Kili spluttered, “No I swear!” He turned to his brother.

“Kili…” Fili simply said in a pitying voice, he reached out for Kili who simply brushed him off.

“No!” He said rather loudly, “I’ve spent a lifetime of not being taken seriously because of the number of years I’ve walked on this planet. I know how you think of me. I know, that you think that because I’ll never be the king that I can’t act like one! The blood that runs through your veins, runs through mine. Don’t forget that,”

“Kili, we’re not questioning your authority, we’re questioning your judgement,” Thorin said sternly, unfortunately, this was the first time he had felt like himself since, well, you know, “Do you really think you’re in the correct mindset right now to make this kind of allegation!”

“But Thorin-”

“No!” Thorin shouted, a rumble from somewhere in his chest, “You understand that you are disrespecting the dead,” Silence crashed down on the room.

Thorin walked over to his nephew’s quivering form, a silent ghost of the person who had left the blue mountains nearly a year ago. Slowly, and with gentle hands he took hold of Kili’s shoulders, forcing him to look at him.

“I know this is hard for you,” Thorin said faintly, “It’s hard for everyone.” Thorin was searching for the right thing to say, searching for words that would make the sad echo in his sister-sons eyes wisp into nothingness. “But we can’t bring back the dead,” Thorin’s voice was breaking, “All we can do right now is learn how to live with the pain. But Kili…you’re not doing yourself any good by coming back here so often. There has to come to a time where you need to stop looking into your past for happiness.”

“Stop acting like you know how I’m feeling,” Kili whispered, it was a blue attempt to try and put his emotions into words, but Thorin simply took this as an opening to impart some wisdom he had only recently learned about himself.

“I think I do. I think you’re gripping onto nostalgic thoughts to make it seem like the time you had with them was longer. I bet now they look even brighter and exultant than they did before. I bet you’re thinking you can’t ever possibly feel like that again because they’re not in your life anymore,” Thorin wasn’t just talking to Kili anymore. “But, a time will come when you will smile brightly and laugh alongside a group of people who love you.” Thorin stepped back from his nephew with a warm gaze as the wise words from a friend rung around his ears, “I’m not saying it won’t ever not hurt to think of them, I’m just saying that one day the pain won’t consume you so badly, one day you will smile and not be surprised,” The word’s seemed to be working and Thorin could sense Fili’s presence behind him, all three of the remaining Durin’s gripping onto Thorin’s speech, each and every one of them in search for something to ease the pain. This was a moment to remember.

Thorin smiled once more at his young nephew before stepping back a little further and turning to see Fili who was staring right back at him. Fili touched his heart with a soft smile before reaching his hand out to Thorin, an action which he returned before turning away from his nephews and towards the bodies of the deceased. There were at least one hundred more gifts laid out on and around their stones. Notes, flowers, stones, gems and jewels, and so much more. There were more candles as well, they brightened up the room, making it feel less lonely than Thorin remembered it to be. Thorin was just about to turn and walk out, a new comfort settled in his stomach when his youngest nephew once more spoke up.

“I’d still like you to check them,” Kili’s frail voice echoed around the room, “Please…it’ll put my mind to rest,” Thorin felt his shoulders sink a little, but, one last moment of weakness wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Thorin smiled a sad smile at his nephew before turning back to the girls. He made his way forward, picking his way over candles and cards to the closest body, which he knew was Cece before even looking. Bearing himself, he peered down, how long had it been since he had seen her? how long had it been since he had pictured her face? Cece lay peacefully, flowers intertwined in her locks of blonde, the candlelight flickering across healthy skin and plump red lips. She looked as if she were simply in a deep sleep, and yet, there was no air passing between her lips, no beat of her heart no hum of her voice. No signs of life.

Thorin stepped back from the table, again careful not to trip over curling candles. It was hard now, to look away, for a few seconds he didn’t even know if he could. He had spent nights and days wasted on an ocean of nostalgia, the good, the bad and all that fell between, and yet standing here in front of his friend, he observed how she hadn’t changed at all, not one bit. She still had her youthful glow, her features were as soft as always and it hurt to know the ferocity that used to lie between that perfect image of innocence. Thorin was paying such close attention to detail that he could even see a few beads of sweat dancing their way down her forehead.

Thorin stumbled backwards, crushing a handful of gifts as he did so, his footsteps now loud as they echoed throughout the baron room. Cece hadn’t changed a bit in 29 days. Now, Thorin was no medical expert but he was aware from his past experience with dead bodies, that by now, rigour mortis should have kicked in, the body should have changed colour, blistering should have occurred, and a whole other load of quite disgusting traits. Not only Cece, but Frankie and Rosie also were in the prime of their health (well, if you ignore the bump on Cece’s head, the cuts and bruises that pitter-pattered across Frankie and Rosie’s wound).

“Thorin what is it?” Fili spoke from a distance away, arms folded, his featured doused in curiosity. Thorin tore his eyes away from the three bodies and gaped at his nephews with wild eyes, could this truly be happening? “Thorin,” Fili prompted again.

“Get Oin, now,”

The entire company stood at the side, breaths being held as no one said a word waiting for Oin to give a final statement. Only a few minutes ago Fili had rushed outside the room, his footsteps echoing further and further away as Kili sunk back down to the floor slowly rocking himself backwards and forwards. Fili managed to get a hold of Oin and, once he discussed the matter in hushed tones, the entire company, minus Gandalf, had made their way to the room, sprinting as quietly as they could.

They soon poured into the room, frantically asking questions as they glared at the line of Durin. And soon, before they knew it, the area was being cleared of all gifts and Oin was setting up to work, taking a medical check-up of all the girls.

“Is it even healthy to think there’s a possibility that they’re…” Dwalin trailed off in a hushed tone as he spoke to Thorin, the pair was standing to the side, their eyes fixed on one point. Thorin glanced at where Oin’s hand was currently on top of Rosie’s rib cage, searching for any breath, Thorin couldn’t see any movement but his hope was not tainted.

“One last moment of weakness,” He muttered under his breath, not sure if Dwalin even heard him. They stayed like that for a while, the company in silence as Oin worked his magic. But, eventually, Oin packed up his medical equipment with shaky hands and approached the group.

“They're a bit bruised n' battered,” Oin stared straight at Thorin as he said this, but his mind was somewhere else, something rushing around his head as he thought frantically. “But…” Oin trailed off.

“But,” Thorin said softly, trying to calm his quivering voice. Oin smoothly came back to reality, his eyes focusing gently on Thorin, his bottom lip quivering.

“They’re breathing,”

  1 hour later

The room had turned into complete and utter chaos. The entire area had been cleared as high tech medical equipment was rolled into the room, trolley after trolley of sharp metal tools, basins of water and a variety of herbs and essences. Gandalf had been notified of the occurrences and he had rushed down with Lord Elrond and a handful of elves who were the most experienced in medics. The girls now had pillows under their heads and blankets under their bodies, as they were slipped out of their armour, so their breathing could be monitored.

Thorin had turned numb. Everything around him had this magical aura that made his brain ache and eyes burn, nothing looked real anymore. His vision had sunk somewhere back into his skull as everything now had a wishy-washy border and his stomach was constantly churning, turning over and over and over. He had resided onto the steps as talk was happening all around him, people moving, medics calling out numbers that would be noted down on sheets of paper. The world was spinning violently all around him and, yet he could only sit and stare, not able to even begin a train of thought for what he was feeling. Suddenly he was pulled from his dreamy state.

“Thorin,” Came the voice of Elrond, Thorin stood in respect of the wise elf, he’d come a long way, “I have had some of my best medicals reviewing the situation, and they have concluded that yes, the three girls are alive,” Air was quickly sucked through Thorin’s teeth, Elrond, although grimacing continued, “They believe that Rosie, Frankie and Cece are in coma-like states…I guess it’s safe to say that we’ve never seen this happen before, we don’t know what’s going on, but then again that’s always been the case with those three. Right now, we can only hope to learn more when they awake,”

“They’re going to wake up?” Thorin asked, Elrond’s voice was cutting right through the blurry noise around them, searing right into the core of Thorin’s brain.

“Yes Thorin,” Elrond paused as if not sure whether to share this information, “They’re waking up right now,”

Thorin was currently stationed at the end of Rosie’s ‘bed’. She was just like he remembered, the only differences were those that the doctors and nurses had inflicted upon her. Her hair had been cropped a few inches shorter, it now sat around her neck and framed her face a little better, there was a reason for this, something medical, something Thorin had forgotten as soon as the nurse had told him. Her shirt was pulled up to her ribcage to reveal her entire stomach bandaged thickly, her gash turning out to be not as severe as it looked.

To say that Thorin was scared was an understatement. Well, to say that Thorin was feeling anything was an understatement. It felt as though he was sensing everything at once, like all the emotion that had slowly been rung out of him over the past few weeks had sprung up on him all at once. He was watching numbly as an elf wiped away some of the sweat on her forehead with a clean cloth before grinding some herbs in a small wooden bowl.

He concentrated on how the elf’s hands methodically worked, a series of repeated movements. They had structure, organisation and repetition, three traits that had been missing from Thorin’s life in the past year. But then, the bowl was clattering out of the elf’s hands and onto the stone bench as she turned around frantically signalling for another elf doctor a few meters away.

This is where everything happened. People began rushing around like there was no tomorrow, an excited and confused hum began to grow in the room and more and more people began to crowd around Rosie. Thorin didn’t need a doctor to know what was going on. I’m not ready, was the first thought that came to his mind. God, he spent weeks grieving and mourning and he was sure he was going to spend many more, and now, in the space of a few hours, everything had changed.

“Thorin,” He was pulled from his thoughts by a familiar voice, turning he looked up to be greeted with Gandalf’s wise eyes, “Thorin, we’d like for your face to be the first she sees. Normally, we would ask Frankie or Cece but, well…” Thorin expressionlessly nodded in response. Remaining where he stood at the end of the bed as Rosie was propped a little higher on her pillows.

“We’ve got a pulse,” Someone said, but they were far, far away. Thorin felt the breath being knocked out of him as he realised that this was real, this was happening. The world around him came to a standstill, people stopped talking, people stopped doing, people stopped, and they stared. So Thorin scraped out his mind for the right thing to say, words to perfectly express that he was here, right by her and, that he was never leaving ever again. But of course, his mind simply came up blank. So, he settled for a name.

“Rosie,” The word felt weird in his mouth and the fact that he hadn’t said her name in 29 days settled in. Her face, her smile, her weird laugh and her witty words had consumed him these past few weeks, and yet her name had never passed past his lips.

“Rosie,” He said stronger now, something pleading in his voice, and yet she didn’t respond. God how he wished they were alone, if they were alone he wouldn’t feel this heavyweight the status ‘king’ had always come along with, but, he knew that this moment wasn’t just important for him. Rosie was not just his lover, she was so much more to so many more.

Slowly, and then all at once, Rosie’s eyes trembled under underneath her eyelashes before they fluttered open, delicate as a feather. The entire room held their breath as she took low, deep ones, filling the silence with the sound of life. Her baby blues were glossy, unfocused and tainted with confusion as she examined the ceiling above her. Thorin couldn’t take being so far away, he shuffled through the bodies of medics, his heart beating in his throat as he crouched down next to her, his weight causing her to flicker her eyes on him. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes were once more staring at him, but he saw no acknowledgement shining back at him.

“Rosie,” He didn’t know what else to say, he had no other words. The idea that she might not recognise him when she woke didn’t even cross his mind. Rosie simply furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she peeked down at where his hand was gripping on hers. She stared at it for a moment before closing her eyes, letting her head loll back onto the pillow, her eyebrows still intertwined

“Rosanna,” It was a final plea. A desperate note. An unforgiving moment. Rosie’s brows relaxed as her face became once more calm and emotionless, and for a few seconds, it felt as though Rosie hadn’t heard him and the tension in the room neared a breaking point. But then, there was a soft smile and,

“I thought I told you to never to call me that again,”

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The Three Women Of Durin - Busy Brain & Boiling Bathwater (54)

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Rosanna Parker sat, alive and breathing, in a boiling bathtub that was barely full. The water was beyond scorching but it felt good, the pain that came along with prune pink skin and shrivelled fingers felt solid and whole, a constant reminder that she was here, that she was grounded in this moment. Yes, it felt good.

Rosie was now 5 days living, and after a horrendously emotional reunion with all those who had come to know her, she found herself shrinking back into the shadows, the dreamish like place that she had been to for the past 29 days (when she heard this she cried even harder) still echoing against the barricades of her brain. She emerged once Frankie woke and again when Cece woke, the familiarity of the scene reminding her of when they first found themselves in middle earth. She cried about this too.

The same thoughts rolled like hills before her, but every time, no matter what thought train she took, she would eventually run into a dead end. As she sat bare naked in the bath, her bruised and broken body numbed beneath her. Waking up came with the price of waking up to a body that had just been in a war. She wasn’t supposed to get her wound wet, so she took time in dipping body parts into the steamy sea before draining it enough for her to sit in.

Occasionally, she would simply close her eyes and listen to her heart beating. Her mind was a mess, a jumble of frantic thoughts and dizzy wonderings, and let’s not forget the mass of emotion that has been drowning her over the past few days. Yeah, her mind was not the best it had ever been.

News of the girl’s revival spread like wildfire around the mountain. She couldn’t simply walk through the corridors anymore without being stopped by excited passer-by’s. At first, she could handle it, it seemed exciting that people she had never met before knew her name, though, she would never tell anyone that. But as the days wore on, she found that she had too much on her mind to be dealing with animated admirers.

She had talked to Frankie and Cece and had found that they had experienced very much the same as herself, the entire conversation lasted throughout the night and as they were finishing the sun was rising over the broken entrance of Erebor, it was the only place where any sunlight could actually be seen.

“When we rebuild Erebor, I’m going to get Thorin to put a balcony in my bedroom,” Rosie had hummed as she pulled the blanket around her shoulders a little tighter. They each told each other about going back to America and how real it felt, the three of them shared a few nostalgic tears as they started reliving stories from those happy days.

They didn’t get time to discuss theories as people were already waking up, the majority of those who were injured now in their final stages of healing. However, the three of them promised to have a think about it and meet up again soon to talk. Rosie hadn’t seen them since.

And that brings us here, to an unnecessarily hot bath and a wickedly messy mind. Rosie had come up with only one main idea that had clicked to her whilst getting dressed, her phone playing a song she didn’t really know the lyrics to. Because they had universe hopped their forms will forever remain in the state of time during the hop, therefore their hair wouldn’t grow. It would also work for any objects that were brought through, such as their phones.

Rosie thought this now as she reached up into her hair, still not used to the shorter layers than the shoulder length cut she had been living with for the past year. It was weird, she was back home, the place where she only really wanted to be (besides earth of course) and yet there was a strange sense now of not belonging. The knowledge of what happened on the day of the crash should have been some condolence to her, answering a question that she felt like she had had since the beginning of time itself. Yet, here she was, more confused than ever.

Due to her busy mindset she had found herself distancing herself from the company and her friends, they didn’t mind, they understood that she needed time to think, they were simply happy to have her back. The celebration is still going on, every night the company gathers in a hidden hall. Candles are lit as they gather around the longest table Rosie has ever seen. They chatted about this and that as they sip on whatever wine has lasted in the cellars, never going to deep into anything as everything right now held some sort of triggering aspect. But it was nice.

Rosie stepped out of the bath, the now noticeably cooler water sloshing in protest. She took her time as she did so, her muscles not having been used in nearly a month meant that every small thing she does now felt like running a marathon. Once she was out she rubbed prescribed cream over her body, well, she was told only on the cuts and bruises but she couldn’t tell the difference.

Once she was done with that, she pulled on the robe gifted to her by the elves of Mirkwood. After an emotional reunion with Tauriel and Legolas, the former disappeared for a few hours returning with three very large sacks full of the finest elven clothes for the three girls. Rosie couldn’t thank Tauriel enough, whilst she enjoyed the clothes of the dwarven women, the elves had an undeniable feminine quality that she missed, the dresses that she could wear on a day to day basis made her feel like a million bucks. And to be honest, that’s what she needed right now.

As Rosie walked into her room she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was taken aback. The robe was red and stretched out far behind her with a rich, red fur trim. The materials were that of both opaque and translucent, they were seamlessly woven together as they twisted the length of her body, pulling in at her waist with an adjustable belt and opening up across her chest. She was taken aback by how old she looked. The mixture of such a grand outfit and shorter haircut had changed her almost completely.

Rosie suddenly had the image of her past self, ripped jeans and oversized sweaters, never would she have thought that in a year she would be looking like royalty. The robe strengthened the angles of her body and softly strengthened in the candle light that flickered over the blood-red fabric. And then with a little jolt, she realised that she was no longer a girl, through the months of being on a quest, through fighting for her life and living in hellish conditions, her mind had aged. She had become a figure of wisdom, a strong warrior and even earned a small wealth that could be considered a fortune. She was a woman. And now, her appearance only reflected what was within.

As Rosie glimpsed at herself in the mirror she got a picture of the life that was ahead of her, a life where Thorin bestowed the finest gifts upon her, where she lived out her dream and wore a dress that queens would kill for, jewels that most could only dream about seeing would drip down her throat like blood as she bore ruby red lips and crimson nails, stockings and heels with a signature click. And Rosie looked in the mirror and smiled, but she smiled because she knew that she didn’t need any of that for her to be happy. She just needed to leave her room, walk down a few doors and knock on one of a selection of doors where a bundle of happiness would be waiting.

Smiling softly, she turned to her room where her bed lay before her. Thorin had given her probably the most luxurious room Rosie had ever seen, it was the size of a small tennis court with quite a low ceiling, but in every corner, the word wealth screamed. Gold trimmed headboards, paintings of some of the highest quality, deep red walls, and dark brown wooden floor. There was a dressing table with three mirrors and far too many draws that seemed to be made of gold itself. The bed was not only massive but had an overhanging canopy made from a soft translucent material. And of course, the on suit which was bigger than Rosie’s room on earth, enough said.

Sighing she allowed herself to sink into the bed, the velvety cushions and silk blankets sticking to her ever so slightly damp skin. Allowing herself to be enveloped by the overly thick duvet she squeezed her eyes shut, desperately hoping for sleep to come quickly and put her mind to rest, something that hadn’t happened since before the war.

Tossing and turning she hummed slightly as she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, sleep refusing to come to her hysterical mind. She doesn’t know how long she lay there waiting for sleep to come, watching as time dragged slowly. But there soon came a point where she couldn’t take it anymore. She got out of bed, tightened her robe and walked out.

Thorin heard a soft knock at his door and originally thought that he was imagining it. Surely no one would be awake at this hour. Glancing at his door, he came to the conclusion that it was probably a bird from outside and he mulled this over whilst sinking low on his couch. In the past five days, his room had really changed. The fire had now been lit, the sheets changed, and the entire room dusted clean. It was funny, he could now see where he was going now thanks to the blinking candlelight.

Sinking lower onto a plush red couch he allowed his eyes to focus on the dancing flame of the fire before him when he heard the knock again. This time it was undeniable, so his placed his crystal wine glass on the small wooden table before him and answered the door.

Before stood an image that he still hadn’t got quite used to seeing. Rosie stood leaning quite nonchalantly against the frame of the door, her soft hips poking through her red gown, her eyes adverted to the hallway, checking to see if anyone was watching her. When she heard the door open her eyes fluttered to meet those of Thorin’s and something mischievous grew within them.

“I can’t sleep,” She smiled cheekily, Thorin couldn’t help but return the favour.

“Me neither,” He stepped back allowing her to sweep into the room. With her back turned he allowed his gaze to dip and dive over the gown that was coating her body.

“You seem very…”

“Oh, dressed up, I know,” She patted down her robe, now slightly self-conscious, “It was something the elves gave me,”

“You look like royalty,” He softly grinned as he moved closer to her now only inches away. Rosie felt a breath instantly hitch in her throat, her heart starts pounding through her body, and a grin stupidly wide grow on her face.

“I feel like it,” She grinned up at him.

“One day you could be,” Thorin said tenderly, his voice but a breath on his lips.

“Thorin,” Rosie almost laughed as she took a step back looking around the room, taking in his sleeping quarters. She didn’t think there could be a room larger than hers but the sight that greeted proved her wrong. Thorin’s room came across more as an apartment, she was currently standing in what appeared to be a small living room, with plush red drapes, far too many sofas and a crackling fire.

Without saying anything she moved through into the next compartment, Thorin quietly following her. It appeared to be a small kitchen and a small library, where the books had a variety of spines which had a variety of colours.

“You have a kitchen?” Rosie chuckled as she fingered the grates on the stove.

“Being King means that I can’t casually go down to the market and grab a bite to eat,” Thorin’s eyes crinkled

“There was a market?”

“Rosie, there was so much life that used to be here. Markets, shops, playgrounds, homes…there was life everywhere,” Thorin melodically talked, and Rosie could see that his smile seemed a little wider when talking about the past.

“Man, I can’t wait till it's like that again,” Rosie smiled to herself.

“Pardon?” Rosie turned back away from Thorin as she peeked into his cupboards.

“I mean, we are going to rebuild Erebor aren’t we? We’ll invite the people from the blue mountains and have a little celebration,” She stopped peeking and looked up at Thorin, “It will be like that again, you can’t stop it,”

“You sound so sure,” He smiled as she watched her skip to the other side of the room where she let her fingers trace the spines of his book collection.

“That’s because I am,” She turned around and smiled back at him. She then disappeared into the next room, the bedroom. Thorin’s massive bed sat to the left of the room, it too had an overhanging canopy made of translucent material, but the material was blue, Durin’s blue. But the bed was doused with a cool light, not like the warm candlelight in the other rooms.

Turning to her right Rosie feasted her eyes on a window, around the height of two wardrobes stacked atop one another, it was currently open allowing a cool night breeze to whisk through the room. There were pale translucent curtains longer than any Rosie had ever seen before, they were dancing in the breeze, sweeping in a way that was more magical than any scene she had seen so far.

“You have windows,” Rosie faintly whispered as she walked forward, her fingers skimming the soft white material before it danced away and out of her fingertips. Stepping through the magic she made her way out onto a broad stone balcony which was overlooking a small collection of mountain tops that lay behind Erebor, they shone pale in the moonlight and the snow that lay waiting, seemed to almost sparkle. “I thought there were no balconies in Erebor,” Rosie said softly, as she felt Thorin lean over the balcony next to her.

“There aren’t,” He hummed softly, “I specially requested this when I was 20 or so,” Rosie glanced to the man next to her before peering out on the scene.

“It really is beautiful.” She breathed. Thorin moved away from the barrier so he could drink in the appearance of Rosie. A soft smile was creased on her lips, her eyes fluttered shut, her face relaxed as moonlight spilt onto her features. Her crimson gown spilt behind her once more dipping in and out of her curves. She looked so at peace here, maybe there could be a time where she lived her full time.

“I love you, Rosie,” This appeared to catch Rosie off guard for a second, but she covered it quickly with a subtle smile and witty response, twisting her head to the awe-struck Thorin.

“You don’t even know me,”

“Rosie, I have travelled half of the known world with you in the past year. I have spent time with you besides a crackling fire and in the face of an envious enemy. I can safely say that I’ve never felt more comfortable around a person than when I’m near you” Rosie simply grinned at him, not convinced.

“Not satisfied?” Thorin asked, “Fine…I know you because I know that your favourite colour used to be red but now it’s blue, I know that you feel things in extremes and that you secretly love that, I know that you drink tea with a disturbing amount of sugar and I know that you have an accent unlike Frankie or Cece that reminds me of inky pens and fresh paper, I know that even if I didn’t let you on this quest you would have followed us anyways, I know that you love you’re your friends fiercely and would do anything for them, even die for them,” Why did Rosie feel like she was going to cry?

“And,” Thorin continued, growing closer to her, wrapping his strong arms around her smaller ones that were now coated in goosebumps, but it wasn’t from the nip in the air, “I know you miss your home more than you like to let on, I know you have a soft spot for Ori, I know you’re a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but I also know you make the best pancakes I’ve ever had in my life.” Don’t cry Rosie, don’t cry. “The thing is Rosie,” Thorin’s eyes crinkled in the way that makes her stomach flip, “I know there is still so much that I don’t know about you, that you are an ocean of wonders that I will never truly understand and that each and every day you will find something new in yourself that everyone around you can’t help but love.” His hands were warm as they touched her face, his thumb stroking a cheek, picking up a soft tear that she didn’t even know had left her eye, “I know your eyes from any distance,” He touched his lips to her forehead, “I know your voice no matter how quiet,” Her neck, “And I know your lips in a way that would make the angel of love herself be jealous,”

The kiss was emotional yet gentle, and Rosie realised that they hadn’t kissed since before the war. Her entire body was pressed against his as he held her face with one hand, the other secure on the lower of her back. She pressed her trembling fingers against the sides of his faces, ignoring the tears that now couldn’t seem to stop. The kiss was full of fingers and thumbs, tears and touches, but the only thing Rosie could feel was pure and placid love for the man before her. They pulled away, drunk on each other as they touched foreheads gently.

“Oh we’re in love, aren’t we,” Rosie breathed, her voice whisked away by the wind, winding in and out of their intertwined bodies. Her entire body now shaking against Thorin’s strong and steady build. Thorin simply kissed her again in response, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, something that only normally happens when in the face of danger. Thorin had never really had a romantic partner before, sure when he was younger he was a bit of a lady’s man, but the feeling he had for those fleeting faces seemed almost inexistent to the feeling that was swelling in his chest in that moment.

Giggling Rosie pulled away and grabbed Thorin’s hand pulling him back into fluttering curtains with fluttering fingers. He simply couldn’t get enough of her or the feelings that surged all over his body whenever she was so much as in the same room as him. He could kiss her until his heart stopped beating altogether, and he would still call that a life well lived.

Thorin’s kisses were gently and came in the handfuls, they disappeared along with the length of her jawline, dancing their ways up and down the curves of her neck and even tickling the sensitive area under her lashes. And Rosie couldn’t help but whimper slightly as he nibbled slightly on her bottom lip, this boy was going to bring her to her knees.

They seemed to almost trip over each other as they made their way further and further into the room. Eventually, they tumbled in a heap of giggles and low chuckles onto the soft bed where Rosie’s hands became a little more adventurous and a little more suggestive. Thorin, realising this, pulled back slightly.

“Rosie, we don’t have to-” But he was cut off.

“Thorin,” Her voice was soft, and sounded so good saying his name, “Thorin…I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am right now, in this moment,” She intertwined her fingers with his, pulling him slightly closer to her, “Don’t worry about me, I want this,” A smile that appeared defiant flickered across her lips, “I want you,”

So, Rosie grabbed fistfuls of Thorin’s shirt pulling him back onto the white sheets, her robe spilling out around her like paint as their lips once more connected. She savoured the feeling of his hands, strong against her thighs, his rough beard slightly tickling her upper lip, his hair spilling down his shoulder and onto the bare skin that she revealed when she pulled at the belt of her robe like a ribbon, leaving her there for him to see. Thorin pulled back for a breath and simply gazed deep into her eyes, a soft smile painted on his lips.

“Your wish is my command,”

Frankie didn’t know where she got lost, but for the second time in a few chapters, Frankie was walking around in circles, no clue where she was going. It was late night, she at least knew that by the quiet world around her.

Frankie had left her room not that long ago in an attempt to search for Kili, the two of them hadn’t really talked things through since their emotional reunion, full of tears and soft kisses and Frankie repeatedly apologising for breaking Kili’s promise stone to which Kili responded by calling her a ‘perfect idiot’.

Sighing Frankie decided to make her way back to the remains of the barrier that was built for the battle, at least from where she could make it back to her bedroom. But as she crept up to the broken gate she noticed a figure standing in the moonlight at the highest point. She recognised him from quite a distance and was one hundred percent sure that he heard her sneaking up on him, but he still jumped when she zapped his ribs with her fingers.

“Don’t do that,” Kili laughed as Frankie collapsed next to him, looking out on the image of what was a battlefield, now coated with a layer of velvety snow. Kili allowed his eyes to look Frankie up and down, his heart beating heavily in his chest, it hadn’t quite sunk in yet that she was alive, that she was standing there, right in front of him, breathing. It was a beautiful sight. “I kind of expect you to be wearing white,” Kili said softly, thinking of the night not so long ago where they were in a similar situation.

“Really?” Frankie smiled widely, the memory of that happy night dancing in her mind.

“Yeah…and telling me all about Sherlock and detectives,”

“You remember that?” Frankie asked softly turning to him, God the things that this boy does.

“Of course I remember that, I remember everything you have to say,”

“Oh Kili, how do you do it? If anyone else said that, it would be creepy, but somehow you make it work,” Frankie sighed contentedly, not making eye contact with the blushing boy next to her. A comfortable silence blanketed the two as they found themselves shuffling closer, soon their fingers were shuffling over one another, interlocking in a way that made Frankie’s stomach burst into billions of butterflies.

“Kili,” Frankie breathed, twisting on her small patch of stone to stare at the beautiful boy next to her. “Kili, you remember that night, where you asked me what my new dream was, do you remember that?” Kili’s breath grew heavy as he stared deep into Frankie’s rich chocolatey ones.

“Yes,” He breathed, bringing their foreheads to touch, “Of course I remember

“I think I know now,” Frankie’s voice was barely a whisper, “I think…Kili, you are my new dream.”

And then they were kissing, their lips and breath mingling into one magical moment. But unlike the last time they kissed, they knew they had time, they had the rest of their long lives to stay in each other’s embrace. And that was the sweetest thing about it.

“You seem distant, I mean, after everything that’s happened in the past few days,” Thorin said softly, he warm voice mingling with the snapping of burning wood. The two were now sitting on the plush red sofa in front of the crackling fire, delicate glasses filled with a deep red alcoholic beverage that was tainting the insides of their mouths a plum colour.

“I’ve just, got a lot on my mind,” Rosie smiled back, her steady eyes moving from the flickering flame to Thorin.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Rosie thought for a moment, was it wise to share the information she had received only so long ago, she had barely had time herself to think about it.

“Sure,” Rosie eventually sighed, one day she was going to tell him, why not let that day be today. So, she did, she summed up the entire experience in a few sentences, not really going into detail about anything. The only thing that she did talk about a lot was the fact that the portal had opened 18 years ago, and a handful of dwarves had travelled across earth the implant something within her, Frankie and Cece, maybe he knew something about it. Thorin listened carefully, valuing everything that she had to say and only asking questions when she was done talking.

“Do you want to go to the library now?” Thorin asked, Rosie flickered her eyes up to him in question before something mischievous grew in her blue orbs.

Rosie was currently sitting on the plushest, velvety and purely comfortable sofa she had ever sat on in her entire life, a hot cup of tea in one hand as she scanned her eyes of a large document that Thorin had handed. All around her spread worn paper with thick slanted writing, heavy brown books and small drawings sketched in pencil. The only sound that could be heard was the crackling fire behind her and Thorin a few aisles down, plucking the odd thing here and there from a crowded shelf.

They were currently trying to piece together what happened eighteen years ago, searching through old records and documents and trying to picture the puzzle as a whole. They had been more successful than Rosie originally would have thought.

So far, they knew that a small group of rebellious dwarves who had been banished from their homes had simply disappeared for almost a year around the time. Rosie without a question believed that this small group must have made their way through the portal and would, therefore, be the ultimate reason she was in the situation she was in. Unfortunately, the book Thorin had found this in had said no more about the matter, and there were no documents claiming the return of this group, or if they were ever seen again.

The night was born on, and Rosie felt something soft tugging at her lashes and she found herself yawning now a few times a minute. Slowly the words begin to blur in front of her and Rosie’s eyes flickered closed as she listened to the crackling of the fire behind her and the warmth of the tea within her. However, before she could fall asleep Thorin’s voice hummed around her.

“I just found this, it was tucked inside this book from around nineteen years ago, I don’t recognise the language though,” He said peering down at a large yellow scroll. Then he turned it to her and Rosie felt like she had been hit in the chest.

“That’s my language,”

“What?”

“That’s written English,” She said taking it swiftly from his hands, “That’s how the language we’re speaking in is written where I’m from,” It had never occurred to Rosie that written common language in middle earth would be different to that on earth. But as she looked at the large, yellow sheet, she undoubtedly recognised every single word. It was scribbled rather messily, and it reminded Rosie of the early stages of handwriting in primary school.

With shaky hands Rosie looked down at the writing and began to read, ignoring how the sofa shifted slightly with Thorin’s weight being added. When she was done she abruptly stood, the paper fluttering to the floor.

“What is it?” Thorin asked anxiously as he to stood. Rosie simply turned to him.

“Gather the others, meet back here in 30 minutes,”

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The Three Women Of Durin - Laketown's Hope (32)

MASTERLIST FOR THS STORY

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The company was getting ready to sneak out in the evening, bags prepped and prepared, everything in order. They were to sneak out following Bard’s directions, who was, in fact, coming with them, bag and the black arrow on his back. They waited until the sky had once again turned dark and you could no longer distinguish shapes and objects that were a few feet in front of you. Then they started to creep out and away.

“Come on,” Bard hissed, and the company followed, for once actually trying to be quiet. They followed Bard once again over the wooden bridges which he knew so well, at moments they would have to pause and wait for the danger that Bard has seen pass. It felt good to be outside again after being housebound for the past few days, of course, a dragon awaited them, but we won’t fret about that right now.

Things were running smoothly, everything was on track, everyone was quiet. Well, that was before Bombur lost his balance and fell backwards taking Bofur, Bifur and Gloin with him into the icy water. The loud splash echoed throughout the small valley and the whole company froze. The poor dwarves which fell in the water were now trying, very quietly, to get out but they’re feet kept slipping on the wet, wooden floor.

“Help them up,” Thorin hissed as he checked around the corner for any guards coming, prepared to cut them down if it came down to it. A few more dwarves crowded around the area and began pulling the others out who were now spluttering and shivering. “Quiet,” Thorin hissed once again and a silence once again fell on the company. In this moment of silence, nothing could be heard except the mewling of a cat not too far away, a breath of the relief echoed through the company.

Then they heard footsteps. They were not too far away, a pitter patter on the wooden floor and it wasn’t too long before another pair of feet joined them, and another. Suddenly, the calling of men could be heard and the panic rose rather quickly in their chests.

“Come on! Come on!” Bard whisper-shouted and the company was once again moving, this time with more haste. They wove in and out of buildings, taking more precaution this time when turning corners and moving over bridges. At some point, the footsteps they heard earlier moved above their heads, slowly and cautiously, so quiet that if a pin were to drop it would surely echo around the town and even up the mountain. “Move on,” Bard breathed, and they did. They were just turning one of the last few corners to the gate at the other end of town to which they entered when they got a rather unpleasant surprise.

“Well, well, well,” The company was just shuffling their way around a house when a cocky, sardonic voice could be heard. Turning around, behind them, they could see a large selection of guards all standing with smirks on their faces, in the middle stood an arrogant Alfred Lickspittle. “The Master’s gonna be not too happy about this,” He said, grinning and showing off a horrible set of teeth, “Not too happy at all.”

Each of the members of the company was grabbed and dragged away by one of the guards, unfortunately, their numbers somehow managed to largely outweigh the companies. They were hauled away in a direction that was opposite to the one they were going, yet the girls held no fear, this should all work out just peachy.

“Ah, Bard,” Alfred called and walked over to where Bard was now covered in restraints. “Looks like we finally caught you in the act,” He sneered, “Nowhere to run now,” He grinned, “I did it, I caught ‘im, Master might now give me that raise,” He glowered before boastfully walking away, the guards and company following in pursuit. They were hauled once more forward, the town now awakening at the shouts and clomping of boots that emitted from the guards.

Members of the town crept out of their houses and watched with wide, curious eyes as the company were jostled past, none of them saying anything, just watching. Some of them followed behind the throng of dwarves and men (and a hobbit) and others joined and soon there was a crowd following them through the town. By the time they had made it to the home of the master, almost every man and woman inhabiting Lake Town were stood around the sides, watching and waiting.

“What is the meaning of this?” The disgruntled master cried as he stepped out from his house into the frosty night, pulling his coat around his shoulders.

“Caught ‘em trynna sneak out sire,” Alfred calling out, “They are ‘ere without paying sire, Bard’s been sneaking ‘em around,” He smiled up at his master, waiting for the praise he desperately wanted.

“Bard? Sneaking around…enemies of the state,” The master cried almost happily, looking upon the company.

“Aye sire,” Alfred almost cried with glee, “I would call ‘em desperate saboteurs sire,” Alrif continued staring down at the company.

“Hold your tongue,” Dwalin spat, “You do not know to whom you speak, this is no common criminal, this is Thorin,” Dwalin said gesturing to where Thorin stood rather close to Rosie. “Son of Thrain, son of Thror!” He called and an excited tremor ran through the bodies of the men and women surrounding them.

“We are the dwarves of Erebor,” Thorin spoke, his voice low and rumbling as he passed Dwalin and stepped forward into the light, “Come to reclaim our homeland.” People around the outside gasped and whispered and pushed forward to see the yet to be king. Thorin then dove down into his speech of the old Lake Town, of how fleets of boats lay at harbour filled with silks and fine gems, of Laketown’s previous purpose. “…and wealth and riches shall be sent, once more flowing from the halls of Erebor!” He cried. Let’s hope you keep that promise Rosie thought sadly looking at the strong Dwarf she saw before her.

Unfortunately, with Bard already aware of the situation there was no one to cut in, no one to warn the people of what Thorin was actually going to bring upon Lake Town. The only thing that happened after that was the cries of people in the crowd, overjoyed with the idea of having the wealth and riches that used to flow so freely from their pockets.

“Why should we take your word aye?” Came the horrid voice of Alfred now desperately watching as this hope of a raise was slipping through his fingers. “We know nothing about you, who ‘ere can vouch for your character?” He asked. There was a pause as another round of whispered spread through the crowd.

“We can,” Rosie blurted from where she stood with Frankie and Cece by her sides. Frankie stood confidently next to her friend whilst Cece only threw her ‘the fuck you are doing?’ look. A silence blanketed the cold crowd.

“Who are you?” Alfred called over the silence.

“My name is Rosanna Parker, and these are my friends Cecelia and Francesca. We have travelled from far and distant lands to be with the dwarves you see before you,” Rosie began trying to remember what Bilbo had said in the movie. “That is…Thorin Oakenshield,” She paused, “I swear, on any oath! That I am not lying to you! I know as well as anybody in this company that the dwarf that stands before you is the heir to the throne of Erebor. Just look at him” She said, concluding her little moment in the spotlight and gesturing to the dwarf before her. For a moment the silence dragged on and Rosie believed that what she had said wasn’t enough however suddenly someone deep within the crowd cheered with hope and the others followed in his footsteps. Rosie smiled and turned to Thorin who smiled warmly at her before bowing his head slightly, he then turned to the master.

“I speak to the master of men on the lake. Will you see the prophecy for filled, will you share…in the great wealth of our people? What say you?” Thorin called, walking up the forlorn brown steps of the house, creaking under his condense weight. The master paused for dramatic effect causing Rosie to want to roll her eyes.

“I say unto you…welcome!” He cried. “Welcome king under the mountain!” He shouted over the cheers of his people before turning around and burrowing himself back into his home with his own amount of gold. Rosie watched as he turned to go then looked at all the smiling and happy faces of the men and women of Laketown, hopeful for a new and better future. Let’s just hope we can give it to them.

The company was back at Bard’s house preparing for the second time to go out and battle a dragon, however, this time there would be no sneaking around late at night. It was morning and they were about to walk out in pure daylight through Laketown and to a boat which would carry them across the waters, a much quicker journey.

The girls did a head count before they left and sure enough all 14 members stood before them, 18 including themselves and Bard who was armoured up and ready to go, a solemn and troubled looked dipping in and out of his features. They said their farewells to the son and daughters of Bard and thanked them for the hospitality before they headed down and out into the warm daylight. They were met by a large cheer from the group of men and women waiting for them and smiled back, Laketown's hope and a lot of weapons were all they needed.

Smiling and waving, they moved through the crowds and eventually came up to where the boat was resting on the calm water, waiting for them. They began to unpack their luggage onto the boat and spread it out, doing checks and double checks on everything they had. When they had the thumbs up they moved onto the boat, all of them. Frankie, Rosie and Cece had found a place near the front where they could watch the still waters as they passed. They were chatting and playing with the glacial water when they heard a commotion on the other side of the boat.

“Not you,” Thorin said swiftly, placing a hand on Kili’s chest and stopping him from stepping on the boat. Rosie felt her heart drop.

“Why?” Kili asked when Thorin didn’t give an answer, confusion riddling his face.

“You’re ill, I don’t know how or why but I do know that you will slow us down,” He then looked at his nephew, something in his eyes again, “I cannot risk the sake of this mission for the life of one dwarf, not even my own kin.” The company had been stunned into silence, this was not their leader, this was not Thorin Oakenshield. The girls watched, horror evident on their faces, Kili was ill?

“I am not ill,” Kili said, “I’m fine.” But looking at him he was now so obviously not fine. His skin was sickly pale and there were heavy bags under his eyes, his hair clamped at his forehead with sweat and he wobbled when he walked.

“Kili,” Frankie said, almost a whisper. “Are you hurt?” She said, her voice soft and slightly unsteady. Kili flicked his eyes to her. “Kili,” She said again. Kili said nothing but simply avoiding the gaze of Frankie. “You’re hurt aren’t you,” She said, her voice cracking.

“Why would you hide this from us?” Cece asked taking over and moved towards Kili.

“Were you hit at any point by an Orc arrow?” Rosie took over, her eyes narrowing. Kili stared at the three girls and realized how unbelievably idiotic he had been. He nodded his head slowly, wincing, but not from the pain which radiated from his side. Rosie and Cece let out exasperated sighs and Cece buried her face in her hands whilst the other looked on sadly. Frankie, however, did not remove her eyes from those of Kili's.

“Why would you keep this from me?” She whispered, just audible over Rosie and Cece’s rapid planning. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words fell out. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry ‘I did this so you wouldn’t look at me like everyone else! Like the reckless younger brother! The problem maker! Last in line to the throne!’ but alas no sound came from his lips. “I could have helped you,” Frankie whispered again, her eyes glassy. Kili hated himself with a mighty passion for the look of hurt which flickered like a flame in her eyes, a flame which he lit, a fire which was his fault. Suddenly Rosie jumped out of the boat.

“Where are you going?” Thorin spat grabbing a hold of Rosie’s arm. Rosie looked down at where he was holding her arm so harshly before looking at him deep in his eyes, leaning over she got a better look and yet again something foggy remained there.

“I’m staying here,” She said firmly as Kili was led away by Oin the healer.

“No, you’re not, I need every able-bodied man on this boat,” He said back, not letting go of her arm.

“Thorin, I’m staying here and nothing you can do or say is going to change my mind,” She said moving to take her arm away, Thorin’s grip tightened. Rosie suddenly swivelled around and came inches away from Thorin’s face, rage coursing through her features. “Do not forget Thorin, you made a promise,” She spat, “Remember, Rivendell.” Thorin was taken aback for a second and for a few moments he didn’t see any anger in Rosie’s face but worry and fear. He knew what she was talking about and part of him wanted to apologize for grabbing her so harshly, but there was another voice. This voice which whispered in his ear to leave the girl, to turn away from her and climb on the boat and sail to where he belonged. To his throne. His gold.

“Me too,” Fili said hopping out of the boat. Rosie gave one last cold stare at Thorin before yanking her arm away and following Fili.

“Fili!” Thorin called but Fili did not turn around, simply wrapped an arm around his brother. Fili, of course, knew about this, knew how this was supposed to happen and how this was, in fact, Thorin’s first sign of Gold sickness. He was to stay. Without saying anything, Frankie too clambered out the boat and turned back and held her hand out for Cece.

“Come on,” Frankie sighed at her friend. However, Cece did not take Frankie’s hand she simple adverted her eyes and kept her hands folded behind her back. “Cece?” Frankie asked in confusion.

“I’m going,” She said, quietly but firmly.

“But…” Rosie said coming to the edge of the boat, Cece cut in.

“I can’t leave them, how will they do it without one of us there?” Cece said. Rosie and Frankie didn’t say anything obviously disagreeing with Cece's idea, “Also, you’re both needed,” When she said this Frankie and Rosie got even more confused. “When you stay here, do one thing for me - when Legolas and Tauriel arrive kill Bolg." The message was received loud and clear.

"I'm not letting you go alone," Rosie said moving to climb back into the boat, Cece stopped her.

"I will be fine. As long as we stick to the plan," Cece smiled up at her friend. Rosie paused, a look of confusion and sorrow, she slowly moved back and away from the boat.

"Are you sure?" Came a voice, turning around Cece met Fili's blue ones, full of concern for both his brother and for Cece. Every inch of Cece wanted to spring out of the boat and into Fili's arms, to tell him that it was going to be okay...that she was going to be okay. But she didn't.

"Yes," She smiled at him, "I promise," And then gave him one last longing look before settling down on the boat and looking at where the lonely mountain awaited her. Thorin, the last one to climb abroad the boat, turned back once more to those who were staying. Without saying anything he gave a little nod at his kin and Oin before glancing past the girls, Rosie couldn't help notice something new in his eyes...shame?

The five who were left behind watched as the boat pulled away from the dock and began sailing softly along the calm waters. The men and women of Laketown cheered them on as they moved past, nodding and smiling as if they had already reclaimed the mountain. As soon as the company moved out of sight the two girls flipped around and ran over to Kili.

"Come on, let's go," Frankie said, grabbing Kili and helping him stand. "Where is it?" She asked.

"My side, it's only a scratch well...it should have been," He sighed. Frankie nodded thoughtfully before taking one of Kili's arms and throwing it over her shoulder.

"Where shall we go?" Fili asked, taking Kili's other arm.

"I guess we should go to the master and ask for medical equipment there," Oin said as he began leading Kili, Frankie and Fili a certain direction.

"No," Rosie said jumping in front. "Let's go to Bard's," She said and turned around to the path they had taken that very morning. "The master will deny as help, it's better we go to Bard's and wait there,"

"Wait for what?" Fili asked from where he was guiding in his brother, Rosie didn’t even pause as she plundered on.

"For the elves of course,"

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"Francesca Dodd, Frankie," Frankie spoke up, confidence dripping from her voice. - The Three Women Of Durin, Chapter 3.