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Of Strange Companions and Raging Rivers

(Thorin's POV)

The company was acting weird, that's for certain. When I had woken up this morning, I was the last one up, when normally I was the first. Everything was taken care of. Ponies saddled, breakfast made and being eaten, the route was planned, and everyone was up, their things on the ponies. All in all, I was slightly proud of them. The only thing that made me worry, was that Fili, Kili, Myrin volunteered. As in, they took charge, told everyone what to do, and wouldn't let me do anything when I woke up. I glanced back at them, where they were riding their steeds, talking quietly right behind me. Something was up, again, and the way everyone else was smiling, it wouldn't end well for who ever it was for. I had a feeling it was me. I took a sip of my water again, hoping beyond hope that they wouldn't try to dump me into another mud pit. The last one, you couldn't even tell it was there from the road. Myrin burst into a fit of suppressed giggles, so I turned around, staring intently at her.

"What's so funny," I inquired. "Bilbo dumped pepper in your hood," She asked, still trying to suppress her giggles. I rolled my eyes as I nodded. Full out laughter from Myrin. Fili and Kili shared that evil look, then started to imitate my sneezing from a few weeks ago. That sent everyone into giggles. I turned back around, growling silently. I loved those three dearly, but at times like this, I wanted nothing more then to hang them from their toes. Someone quietly counted down behind me. "Three, two one," Kili said, barely in a whisper. Two deep breaths, and a very off key song, sounded from my nephews. "For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow," They shouted. I must say that I jumped. "FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLLLLOOOOOOOW! THAAAAT NOBODY CAN DENY!!!" Next thing I know, I have them both on either side of me, strangling my chest and neck in what I think they meant to be hugs. Barely able to keep a straight face, I gently wrapped an arm around them both, and gave them a little squeeze also prying them off. "What are you two trying to get away with," I asked when they sat back up. Kili gaped at me. "Can't we just give our Uncle a hug for no reason," He asked. I looked at him, and he gave me his puppy eyes. That confirmed it, something was up. "We're not doing anything Thorin," Fili promised. I turned my gaze to Fili. He shrugged and looked beyond me at Kili. Fili blinked at Kili, who gulped. "By the way, did you two send that letter," I asked, remembering that very important letter. Kili nodded eagerly, but Fili shook his head. "But we did get it to it's recipient," Fili said. I frowned at him. "How can you not deliver a letter, yet have the person it's meant for receive it?" I stared at Fili, who was slowly shrinking. If they had opened it and read it's contents, I was dead. I turned to Kili. "Did you send the letter or not," I asked him. "Wetriedtobutthepostmaster-" "Slow down, and speak properly!" Kili took another deep breath and started again, slowly. "Weeeee....Trrrriiiii-" "Talk normally! You sound like one of those tree people!" I could feel Fili's gaze on me, but I kept mine on Kili. He nodded and tried again. "We attempted to send the letter, but because it didn't have a name on it, the post master would not even look twice at it." Yep, I'm dead. "What did you do with it," I asked, trying to stay calm. "We weren't sure what to do with it," Fili said. "But figuring that Dwalin knew you best, we gave it to him," Kili finished. My mouth went dry, and my stomach churned as I stared in disbelief at the two idiots next to me. I hadn't't been lying when I said it was an important letter, but it was meant for Myrin! I poured my heart and soul into that letter, and they gave it to my best friend. I really, really hoped Dwalin hadn't't read it. Well, at least they didn't read it.... "No, I realized what that seal was, so I gave it to Myrin," Fili said. I wasn't sure which to believe, but I was going with Fili, because I entrusted him with the letter. My panic attack faded, only to return twice as hard when I realized that she had yet to read it. What's worse, she would probably read it when everyone was up still, and someone would read it over her shoulder. Then our relationship would be revealed and either Dwalin would kill us on the spot, or Fili and Kili would. The last thing I need is her getting hurt, not only would it break my heart, she was a pain in the neck when she couldn't do anything. "You know, I think I should read this letter now," Myrin said loudly behind me. I whirled around, hoping she didn't mean what I thought it meant. In her hand, which she was waving around like a banner, was an envelope, and from what I could tell when she waved the front of it towards me, that was my letter. She couldn't be daft enough to read it in front of everyone, could she?! I swallowed my fear, and yes, this was a cold fear, and tried not to look too interested in the letter. "Read what," I asked, sounding normal to my ears. Myrin smiled and tossed her head. "Just a letter I received," She said. Crap, crap, crap, Crap, CRAP, CRRRRAAAPPP! She peeled the seal off, slow as death. She took a deep breath as she pulled the letter out. "It reads, 'Dear Thorin,' " She began. "I thought you said you got it," I interrupted. She rolled her eyes and cocked her head to the side. "I got it, only if I promised to read to you," She yelled. She cleared her throat and began again. "Dear Thorin, we the company, would like to wish you a very happy birthday. Because of our lack of supplies, coinage, and other such necessities to throw you a proper birthday, we have decided to say something positive about you." "Hey, that isn't't what we agreed on," Gloin yelled. Myrin shrugged as she returned her gaze to the letter. "That's what's wrote," She said. "That's what I wrote," Ori said at the same time. All steely gazed turned from Myrin, to Ori. "You don't have to if you don't want to," I announced. All the company's gaze turned to me. "We can't throw you a good birthday on the road, and giving you a day off doesn't really count," Dwalin growled. "Everyone deserves a proper birthday laddie," Balin added. "The hobbit shall go first, then we will continue from youngest to eldest," Myrin finished. She folded up the letter, shoved it back in the envelope and shoved it into her satchel. I rubbed my face, glad for many reasons. Then one by one, and slowly, the company gave me compliments. Bilbo said that because he had known me for such a short time, he couldn't think of a proper compliment, but attempted to give one anyways. He said I was very lucky, and I have to agree with him. Then Kili said I was the best uncle ever. Fili argued that it was his compliment, and a brief brawl ensued. Myrin finished it when she said that it could be both of their's. Ori was next, then Nori, Dori, Bifur, Bombur, Bofur, Gloin, Oin, Dwalin, Balin, Gandalf and Myrin finished. "Your poetry was excellent," She said. I frowned at her, then it dawned on me that she in fact had read the letter. I flashed her the biggest grin I could muster. Mostly because I could feel my face turning shades and I needed a good excuse.

(Kili's POV)

Rain, rain, go away come again another day! Ever since June 2nd, it had been raining. Everything was soaked, the food that was dry was stale, and the constant sound of raindrops dropping onto the ground, the pony's hide, my hood, was making me insane. "Oh mister Gandalf, can't you do something to stop this deluge," Dori called from behind me. Gandalf turned around, irritably. "It is raining, master Dwarf," He announced. "And it will continue to rain until the rain is done! If you wish to change the weather in the world, find yourself another wizard!" Bilbo looked up as much as he could without getting rain in his eyes. "Are there any," Bilbo asked. Gandalf looked at the burglar. "What," The aged wizard asked. I stifled a snort, and turned it into a sneeze. Myrin, who was riding next to Thorin, looked back and frowned. "You will not, I repeat, NOT get a cold," She growled. I nodded and wiped my nose. She scowled a little more at me, then sat back in her saddle. "Other wizards," Bilbo continued. Gandalf looked ahead and leaned back in his saddle. "Yes there are five," He said. "There is Saruman the white, the head of our order. The blues.... You know I've quiet forgotten their names." His voice trailed off, so Bilbo got him back on track. "And the fifth," The hobbit asked. Gandalf seemed to smile. "That would be Radagast the brown." Bilbo frowned at his saddle horn, then looked back at Gandalf. "Is he a great wizard.....Or is he more like you," He asked. I frowned at him. Gandalf is a great wizard! How dare he say that he wasn't. Then again, he didn't pull me out of my home and send me on what could be the first/last adventure of my life. Gandalf looked sideways at Bilbo, still facing ahead. "Well I think he's a great wizard," Gandalf exclaimed, completely missing the insult, thankfully. We didn't need a roasted hobbit on our hands. "In his own way. He prefers the company of small animals over people. He watches the woods in the East, keeps an eye out for any rising danger..." Gandalf's voice trailed off again. Bilbo shook, flinging water droplets every which way. Then, all of the sudden, the rain stopped. Myrin looked up, her white waterproof hood fell off as she looked towards the sky. "I'm going to scout while there's a break in the storm," She said. She clacked at Lakita, who promptly shook, showering Thorin, Fili, Bilbo and I with water. They flew into the sky and disappeared into the clouds. I wiped the water off my face and pulled my hood off. "Put that back on Kili," Fili said, pulling my hood back up. I turned towards him, frowning, and pulled my hood back down. Dwalin rode behind me and pulled it back up. I glared at him as he rode up next to Thorin. I pulled it back down again. "I'm not going to catch a cold," I growled at him. Dwalin snorted and readjusted his own hood. "Yes you will," Fili said. "Listen to him Kili," Thorin growled. I reluctantly pulled my hood up. "It's wet anyways," I grumbled. Some of us didn't have waterproof cloaks like Thorin and Myrin. "Better to have at least some protection from the rain," Thorin grumbled back. "I would listen to him Kili," Bilbo added. "Having rain flow down your back isn't the most enjoyable thing." "I am listening to him, aren't I," I growled at him. "I put up my hood didn't I?" "Don't snap at the hobbit Kili," Fili growled at me. "He's just trying to save your hide from Thorin." I turned to face him, and found my sweet older brother glaring at me. I sighed noisily and turned back to the hobbit. "Sorry for snapping," I muttered. Bilbo shrugged. "I am surprised everyone else isn't snapping," Bilbo admitted.

A few hours later, Myrin landed right next to Thorin, frowning. "You should see this," She said. Everyone looked up and stared at her through the rain. Thorin pulled his pony to a stop next to Lakita. "Show me," Thorin said. Myrin shook her head. "You have to fly there, in order to see it." "You aren't doing that Thorin," Dwalin said. Myrin stared ice daggers at him. "He'll be perfectly fine on Lakita," Myrin said, patting the griffon's feathers. Lakita trilled as she looked around. "Just like riding a pony. And he must see this." Dwalin glared at her. "Is it something you find interesting," Dwalin asked. "If you call a danger in the path interesting, then yes, it is very interesting," Myrin snarled at him. She turned back to Thorin. "Just get on." Thorin grumbled something, got off his pony, got on Lakita, behind Myrin and they flew off, leaving Dwalin fuming. Bilbo leaned over. "What's with them," He asked, throwing his head towards Dwalin. "Old grudges I guess," I said. I glanced at Fili, who shrugged. We never really knew what made Dwalin and Myrin enemies, so it must of happened before they settled in Ered Luin. Bilbo frowned and squinted at Dwalin, who was leading Thorin's pony at the head of the line. "Must been something bad..." "Who knows," Fili said. He dug his heels into the pony and jolted forward. I followed suit and glanced at Bilbo, who was shaking his head, mumbling to himself. I leaned over. "What are you thinking," I asked. Bilbo looked up and shook his head. "Just wondering what was so interesting," Bilbo growled. We didn't have to wait too long to ask. Lakita, Myrin and Thorin were flying rapidly back towards us from the north east. Lakita landed and laid on her stomach, then Thorin was shoved off the saddle. Mryin started to shout at him loudly and in Khuzdul. You would think that I could understand it, but I couldn't. She was talking so fast, I could only pick up words. The ones that made sense, were Idiot, Balrog, Let Go, Told You, Never, and Stupid. Thorin sat in the mud staring at Myrin as she ranted at him. She gave him one more hard scowl, then she flew into the sky. Thorin pulled himself off the ground and brushed himself off. He walked over to his pony and got on. "Move on," He said. �� "What did you do Thorin," Gandalf shouted, spurring ahead to ride next to Thorin. Thorin snorted. "I didn't do anything," Thorin growled back as we started to move again. "You obviously did something," I yelled at him. "Why else would Myrin yell at you like that! She called you a Balrog, Thorin. She doesn't even call NORK one!" Thorin turned his steely gaze at me, his eyes narrowed. "Because her beast did it, and she won't admit it." I felt my jaw drop. Lakita wouldn't harm anyone, ever! I rode on her when I was three, and nothing happened. I shut my mouth and glared back at Thorin. Thorin bared his teeth at me and turned back around, growling still. "I think I agree with her," I shouted. I rode out of the line and rode ahead of everyone. "KILI, GET BACK HERE," Thorin shouted. "YOU TOO FILI!" I turned around, and found Fili following me. "Kili," Fili shouted after a while. "We should go back!" I snorted and slowed down. "Why," I asked. Fili rode up next to me. "Because we don't know what's out here," Fili said quietly. "Sure, Thorin might be a balrog, but we don't know what happened exactly. There might be a chance that something happened to make Lakita snap-" "No, Lakita won't even hunt near us," I yelled at him. I pointed back towards the line of ponies now in the distance. "He's been irrational, thinking that Lakita did something." Fili nodded. "I agree, Lakita is the safest griffon out there," Fili defended. "But we don't know what's out here, and I would like to stay alive. Can we please get back, we don't even have to acknowledge Thorin." I looked at Fili through one eye. Okay, so he agreed with me, and was willing to bare Thorin's anger with me. I sighed, and turned the pony back towards the company. "Fine," I said through my teeth. I dug my heels into the pony's sides and it lunged forward. "Don't pick sides yet," Fili warned. "Not until we get both sides of the story." I nodded. We got to the camp and removed the saddles from the ponies. Everyone else was by the fire, how they were able to make it in this rain was beyond me. Then again, Gloin was pretty handy with a flint. Someone must of found some dry wood too. Thorin was sitting under a tree, a bowl of stew in his hands. I glared at him and grabbed my bowl from my pack. Bombur dished me some stew and I sat by the hobbit. Bilbo looked up, the cloak he was borrowing from Dwalin was huge on him. I couldn't help but snicker at him as I sat next to him. "I know it's huge, but don't laugh," Bilbo grumbled. He was sitting in his own little tent, all made by the cloak, so how could I not? Fili joined me next to Bilbo, his own bowl of food in his hand. Bilbo turned to him and burrowed further into his tent. "Staying dry," Fili asked. Bilbo nodded. "Rather be sitting on the saddle then here though." "Why's that," I asked. The saddle was harder then tree roots, last I remembered. "It's dry," Bilbo said with a smirk. I nodded with my own smirk. "Or it was... So what did Myrin say to Thorin earlier?" "We don't know really," Fili said quietly, tossing Thorin a look. He was talking quietly with Dwalin. Fili turned back to Bilbo, who was frowning. "But she was speaking your language, right?" "Yeah, but she was talking fast. We could only pick up a few words. And they weren't too nice." Bilbo looked at us through one eye. "Define nice," I grumbled. Fili rolled his eyes as he looked towards the top of the tree. "Okay, so nice was exaggeration," Fili said very quietly. "She called him a few nasty names." Bilbo frowned at Fili. "But they weren't even out for half an hour," Bilbo reminded. "What could of happened in that time to make her so.... cross?" I looked around the camp and smiled. "We can find out now," I said, pointing to Myrin. She was walking to the stew pot, a scowl on her face, bowl in hand. Bombur gave her some food and she walked over to Thorin. He turned around a little and looked her in the eye. "Hope you're here to apologize," He mumbled. Fili and I flinched. Bad move Thorin.... Myrin's free hand clenched, and she threw her bowl of stew down. "You think I'M here to apologize," She screeched at him. "If anyone should, you are the first that comes to mind! I told you NOT to do something, and you DID IT!" "I didn't do anything," Thorin yelled back, standing up. "That's just it, YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!" "If that beast didn't let go of me, then that wouldn't of happened!" Myrin bared her teeth at Thorin. "How could she of LET GO?! YOU WERE ON HER BACK!!!! AND IF ANYONE'S A BEAST HERE, YOU ARE!" Balin stood up and set his hand on Myrin's shoulder. "Lassie, calm down-" "NO, I AM NOT CALMING DOWN," Myrin growled/screeched at Balin. "Thorin nearly DIED because he didn't follow my instructions, all because he thought he knew better! Well, guess what?! You don't, and you almost died because you thought you did!" Thorin opened his mouth, shut it and glared at her. "That was uncalled though, calling me a Balrog," He growled at her. "YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT," Myrin snarled at him, twice as harsh this time around. She raised her hand, probably to slap him, but drew it back to her ear and morphed it into a pointer. She launched her pointer at Thorin's nose, and held it right in front of it. "Do you have any idea what would happen if you died," She asked, deathly quiet. "The journey would be forfeit, Erebor would never be reclaimed, Dis would have lost another brother, Fili and Kili their uncle, and the council in Ered Luin would over run everything. All in all, everything you care about would be destroyed. Don't do anything like that again..." Myrin lowered her finger, glared once more at Thorin and stalked off. The camp was silent, only everyone's shocked breathing could be heard.

A week later, and Myrin still wasn't talking to Thorin. Multiple times, Thorin had ridden up to talk with her, and she flew away, leaving Thorin fuming again. The rain hadn't stopped, so we were riding through mud, puddles, the food had gotten soaked, and what wasn't soaked was moldy. Fortunately, the deer had been out a lot in this weather, so Fili and I went hunting every night. Unfortunately, the wind had knocked many twigs down, so even if we would tread lightly, something would snap, alerting the deer and sending them away. Luckily, this time around, we hadn't stepped on anything, and had already brought down a few hawks. Too bad the arrows had broken when they landed though.... I loosed an arrow at the buck in front of me and it missed. The buck leaped away as I yelled into the flooded forest. That was my last arrow, and I had lost it into the brier bushes. I wouldn't borrow from Myrin, she needed those to scout, and I couldn't borrow from anyone else. Thorin was the only other archer, and I wouldn't borrow from him in his current mood. He wasn't snapping at everything, but he wasn't exactly agreeable either. Fili burst from the bushes, two hawks in each hand. "Didn't get it," He asked, already knowing the answer. I growled and shouldered my bow, not meeting his gaze. "That's okay Kee, I mean.... We have these pretties don't we?" Fili held up the hawks with a smile on his face. I shrugged and took one from him. "Hey, who do you think Thorin was writing," I asked. When we had left the company, Thorin had been writing something, and hadn't even noticed our leaving, as loud as it was. Fili shrugged as he threw the limp bird over the pony. "Probably Amad, maybe his girlfriend," He mumbled. I snorted and climbed up onto my pony, three hawks behind the saddle. We followed the trail out of the forest, then followed everyone's trail to the camp for tonight. It was right next to a river, and the bridge that crossed it was underwater, not to mention in the middle of the swollen river. The camp was nestled under a group of trees, and the ponies in a clearing just to the north. I rode over that way as Fili dropped his two hawks off at the camp. There wasn't a fire going, so I assumed that the dry wood Bofur had been hording in his pack had finally run out. Shame... I rode into the clearing for the ponies and slid off the slippery saddle. The hobbit was right, sitting on a dry saddle was nicer then sitting on the wet ground, or worse a wet saddle. I pulled at the straps keeping the saddle on the beast. Me being the stupid dwarfling I am, forgot to try up the pony before I started to mess with it's sensitive areas. That and combined with something hiding in the grass just in front of it's nose made it bolt. Not wanting to disappoint Thorin yet again in loosing the four hawks, I ran off after the pony. I passed Fili and his own pony as mine bolted for the river. I chased it into the river, staring in horror as the saddle, and the food fell off it. I lost my footing as Fili ran in after me. My head plunged under as someone shouted on the bank. I tumbled around the river, terror seizing my chest in an icy grip. Maybe it was the water soaking through my clothes, but it didn't feel like it stopped when it hit my skin. My head broke through the surface, only to be plunged back under by a nasty rapid. I'm not the best swimmer, can barely stay afloat in a peaceful lake. This, this was going to kill me. I bobbed back to the surface and managed to take a breath that I really needed. "KILI," Fili shouted from the middle of the river, his arms thrashing madly as he swam towards me. "STAY ABO-" Fili's commands were drowned out as I was shoved back under by another rapid. The water underneath was dark and murky, twigs, leaves and small rocks rushing past me. The water was freezing, how I hadn't noticed this before when I had first entered the water, I didn't know how. I swam back to the surface and burst through, just to get shoved back under as I hit my head on a large branch that had fallen half way into the river. I cartwheeled in the water, getting slammed against boulders lodged in the former stream. Everything was going fuzzy, and my lungs were screaming for air. My energy was fading, and my strokes were slowing, not that they had been doing much good. With was energy I had left, my hand went to my pocket, where I kept a stone that Amad had given me. It wasn't pretty, or large, but it was one of the most precious things I had. Home was etched into it's top, a promise I wouldn't be able to keep. I squeeze it and shut my eyes. It couldn't end like this! I refused to drown! I let go of the stone and my eyes flung open. I couldn't see much, between the black spots filling my vision and the murkiness of the water. Then I spotted it, a large boulder I would be passing in about ten seconds. I swam towards it and braced my feet against it. I could feel the water pushing against me, willing me to forget about trying not to die. I crouched down and gathered the new energy I had found within me. I sprang upwards, pushing through the water, yet moving with the current still. I burst through the surface and took a deep breath. I flailed at the water, staying afloat, just barely. I took many deep breaths, the burning feeling in my lungs easing. Someone grabbed my hand and drug me across the water, but I didn't have the energy to see who it was. I could hear shouting, but it seemed far off, and my vision was fading again. The person that had grabbed me flopped down on something hard, but it didn't hurt. Well, it hurt, but not as much as it could have, as it should have. More shouting, then someone picked me up, flipped me onto my stomach, and set me on something warm and soft. Then they started to beat my back. The burning sensation in my lungs started again as something came flowing out of my mouth. Only a little at first, but getting larger the more the person beating. I coughed, heat coming to my cheeks, pain shooting to my back, basically all my body. I couldn't take a breath though, not that I didn't want to. I took as much air as I could, and coughed again. Someone grabbed my feet and lifted them up, dumping me onto my face. More stuff came spewing out of my mouth, gurgling as I took a breath to cough again. Sounds came rushing back to me. "Is he okay," the hobbit asked, loudly, sending my head spinning, twice as fast. I coughed again, sending something out of my mouth. Someone started to rub my back, helping the rest of the junk out of my lungs. "Don't know yet," Oin said. "Now shut up," Thorin snapped. I took a deep breath, coughed one last time and took another, not coughing. "Set him down gently," Oin said, patting my back. "Bombur roll out of the way- NO THE OTHER WAY!" The warm thing pressing against my belly moved away as my legs were lowered. More stuff came flooding out of my nose and mouth as they lowered me, and I hated the feeling. I moaned when everything wasn't moving again. I opened my eyes and took a tentative swallow. My throat was raw, and felt like someone took a fish filleting to it. Fili's face filled my vision, he was so close that I had to cross my eyes to see him. "Hey, wake up Kee....Please," He said quietly. I blinked at him and he let out a shaky breath, ducking and shaking his head at the same time. "You little imp," He yelled, making my head pound. "Do you have any idea what-" "Stop please," I croaked. I heard my voice crack when I said please. Fili stared at me, fear and worry ebbing away from his eyes, being replaced by relief. He pressed his forehead against mine, I could feel him shaking as he clutched my head. "Don't do that again," He sobbed through my hair. I moaned again, reaching up and grabbing his forearm. I attempted to squeeze it, but I barely saw the fabric move. It felt warm and wet. I started to shiver, and that's when Oin pulled Fili away. "We have to get ye two warm, or ye'll get hypothermia," He said, looking Fili in the face. He looked at me and frowned. "Do ye think walkin's an option," He asked me. I shook my head, felling like an over used piece of leather. Limp and worn out. Oin growled as he stood up. He shouted orders, something about picking me up. Fili got to his feet and walked next to Thorin, who was carrying me back to camp. A roaring fire was waiting, along a billion blankets. Our wet clothing was removed, until we were down to just out under wear. Fili and I huddled in a huge blanket, Thorin's warm coat draped over our heads, reminding me of all the fortresses we had made when we were little. Oin handed us both a cup of steaming something, then walked away. Thorin was on us in a heartbeat. He stood in front of us, scowling into our blanket fortress, the fire behind him casting his shadow on us, adding to the effect. I ducked further into the blankets, hiding everything below my nose from the outside world. "Kili, do you know what you did wrong," Thorin began, his voice soft. I curled tighter into a ball, and wouldn't meet Thorin's gaze. "Kili..." I took a deep breath and looked up at my uncle. "I followed the pony into the river," I mumbled. Thorin crouched down and looked me in the eye. "Do you know why you shouldn't of done that," He asked. I nodded, felling more like a dwarfling then an old piece of leather now. "Explain." I felt my throat close up. "I could have drowned ," I mumbled through the blanket. I held my knees against my chest, wiggling my toes in anxiety. Thorin looked at me, the expression on his face unreadable. "And....." "And....I should of let the pony run into the river, then come back." I looked at Fili, tears welling in my eyes. He glanced over at me then returned to his cup of something. I burrowed into my blanket to hide my face. "I'm so sorry, Thorin," I sobbed. I felt Fili loop an arm around my shoulders and draw me close to him, then I felt Thorin wrap both of us in his firm but gently hug. I sat huddled in the middle of my brother and uncle, sobbing. I think I heard a sniffle from Fili, and I felt one of Thorin's tears drip onto my head. Once I was done sobbing, I sat back up and tackled Thorin's neck. Once more, I felt like a little dwarfling, but for a different reason. Thorin let go of Fili and hugged me back. He let go when I started to shiver again so I could burrow back into the blankets. I wiped my face with it and sighed. "Thanks Fee," I said. He stared at me, frowning. "For what," He asked. My turn to frown at him. "For dragging me out of the water," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, 'cause it was. "That wasn't Fili, that was Myrin," Thorin said. "And I think you both owe her an apology." I felt my face twitch, almost raised an eye brow at him. Didn't he have one to her too? Wood being dumped startled me, so my head whirled around. Myrin dumped some wood onto a nice little stack that I hadn't noticed. Her face was white, lips turning blue at the edges, and she was rubbing her hands as if they couldn't get warm. Oin noticed this and shoved her towards the fire. Myrin didn't argue, verbally or physically, like she normally did. "What did I tell ye," Oin yelled at her, shoving on her back again. "I told ye to getta wood, come back and WARM UP! Notta go an' get more! Sit down this secon' before I make ye!" Myrin didn't argue, and sat next to the pile of blankets. I took off Thorin's coat and held it up to her as she took off her coat, cloak, half vest, weapons, boots, socks, and other things. When she was just in her white undershirt and leggings, she looked at me, smiled as much as she could with teeth chattering and took the coat. "Th-than-nn-kkksss, Kili," She chattered. I scooted closer to Fili and held open the blanket fort. She smiled again and sat down next to me, pulling the blanket against her back. Oin handed her a cup soon after, then she stopped chattering, and started trying to get up. Oin growled at her for a while, something healer-ey so she stayed put. The second she wasn't cold to the touch, Oin let her have her own blanket mound. Lakita walked up to Myrin's mound, sniffed it, then laid around Myrin, resting her head on her paws in front of Myrin. Bilbo walked over to Fili and I and sat down. "You both are idiots," He said as he rolled out our bedrolls. "Running into the river like that, what were you thinking?!" "He doesn't," Fili and I said at the same time. We stared at eachother, then burst out laughing.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I had fallen asleep sometime whilst talking to the hobbit, who was sprawled out on my bed roll, drooling. If only Ori was up, then he could draw a picture, then I could tease the hobbit endlessly! I lifted my head off of Fili's shoulder and looked around. The fire had almost died, and the rest of the company were in their respective family heaps. Thorin must of been taking watch, but I didn't see him anywhere. I turned my head to the right, the only spot in the camp that I couldn't see. The only things over there were Gandalf and Myrin's drying clothes. That's when I saw Thorin inching away from Myrin's half vest. "What are you doing," I asked him. Thorin turned towards me and smirked. "What are you doing up this late," He asked, using the same tone. "You tell me first," I said, sitting a little straighter and folding my arms. Thorin threw his up and looked to the stars, which were shining brightly, despite today's earlier down pour. "Giving Myrin an apology, but don't tell her," Thorin said at last as he threw his hands down. I shrugged and snuggled back against Fili, who was still snoring. Thorin walked over and rubbed his head, then rubbed mine. "G'nigh' Thorin," I said best I could with one cheek scrunched up. Thorin chuckled. "Good Night Kili," He mumbled softly.

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The Girl Who Knew The End {6}

Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

The Reckoning

Chapter Five // Faster and Faster

Chapter Six // (You’re Here!)

Chapter Seven // From Enemies, to Friends, to Lovers

A/N: People seem to be liking this series more then I first expected, so here we are I guess. - Nemo

Summary: The orcs have come, Azog leading them, and you decide now is a good of a time as any to try and save the Line of Durin.

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You ran, Gandalf sensing the danger soon after you did, and the company after him. Setting off further down the hillside, you could hear the wargs coming up behind you, snarling and growling like an omen of impending death.

“To the trees!” You yelled, looking back at those left behind you, which consisted of Thorin and Bilbo. At least Fili and Kili were doing a good job at sticking to the goddamn script.

You stayed on the ground, waiting until everyone was in the trees before climbing up yourself. A warg bit at your ankle, and would’ve left a nasty bite mark if Thorin hadn’t reached down to grab hold of your arm to haul you up onto his branch.

“You saw this coming, didn’t you?” he asked softly, the betrayal and anger revealing the emotions behind his words. But you felt he wasn’t actually angery at you.

“I see everything. It’s my curse.” You mumbled as a reply before climbing up a branch, giving him the space you were sure he’d need.

You started searching the trees for Gandalf, knowing he’d be furthest away, and let out a small sigh, seeing he’d just sent the moth flying. Help would be here soon.

“Azog?” Thorin says, turning your direction back towards the mountains you came from, the white orc approaching slowly atop his warg. Like most things on this journey, you underestimated how blood-chilling and heart-stopping certain people and situations were,

You really needed to stop doing that.

“Do you smell it? The scent of fear?I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain.” Azog said. You knew those words, you knew he was speaking of Thorin and his father, but then he spoke again in words you didn’t understand and words you wished to never remember.

“Girl, you have seated yourself with the wrong company. For This you will die, slowly, painfully. I will enjoy it very much.” Azog spoke, looking you straight in the eyes, pointing at you with what was left of his chopped-off arm, his tone filled with as much hate as it had when he was addressing Thorin. The company all looked at you, seeming to understand his words. Thorin looked up at you, nothing but fear in his eyes.

Where they scared of you…

Or for you?

Azog started yelling orcish again, and the company scrambled further up the trees, just as the wargs ran towards the trees, snapping branches in their jaws and shaking the trees so hard you almost lost your grip.

And then you’re falling. All of you were.

The trees start tipping, like a set of demonic dominos, and then you’re telling everyone to start moving again, to jump onto the final tree with Gandalf. You were all teetering on what felt like the edge of the world. Well, considering the fall would end your and everyone else’s life, it kind of was.

The wargs started towards your group again, you looked over at Azog to see him staring right back at you. You almost felt sick. If it wasn’t for the fact you knew the others would be okay you might have been sick.

Then it hit you.

If you were here, you stayed here, fought and killed Azog, Thorin and the company wouldn’t run into him again. He wouldn’t lead the Orcs against Erebor. He wouldn't be the death of Thorin. Even if you died with him, Thorin would still have a chance.

As you were lost in your thoughts, Gandalf had started setting pine cones on fire, the dwarves were busying themselves with making the orcs and wargs back off. You started thinking about how to go about Azog. You needed to get to him before Thorin did.

Then the tree started tipping, and you knew you needed to act. And fast.

The tree jerked to a stop, sending Ori falling but not too far. You pull yourself up, making it seem like your just getting into a safer place, but before the others could do more then yell, you stood and drew your sword, walking through the burning orange glow towards the enemy.

Your sword had fought with you before, being with you since the beginning it surely served its purpose well and efficiently, you hoped it would do as well this time too. Maybe it’s give you its name now.

You started off the tree trunk, moving slowly to begin with, then into a jog and then run as you let out a cry.

This would be it, your chance at getting home, your chance at defeating Azog, your chance at letting Thorin and the line of Durin live. You ran, nothing but your sword with you. Eyes drawn on Azog, the orc smiling at you as he roared his warg and changed at you as you came at him.

You knew what Thorin did, and you knew that wouldn’t work, so you did what you knew would.

The white warg swung his paw at you, but you lifted your sword and ran it’s blade along the muscles of its foreleg, tainting the steal a deep red, the warg howling out in pain, but Azog made it keep moving.

You could hear Ori struggling, and the other dwarves trying to help him and Dori or you. You regained your stance again, Azog with his back to the company and you took a moment to look back at them.

Your eyes instantly found Thorin’s. He stayed back, watching, waiting. You knew he wanted to move, to help, but you also knew he stayed back for a reason. You remember telling him that you always do things for a reason, and that if you needed help you’d ask, but to never - under any circumstances - to help without you first asking, to intervene with what you were doing.

That time you spent looking back at Thorin was a blessing and a curse.

A blessing because in that moment you knew, it wasn’t you they feared when Azog was speaking before. If it was, the look in Thorin’s eyes would be different. They all feared for you.

Azog must have wanted you dead too.

A curse because it gave Azog the perfect amount of time to lay a heavy hit on your shoulder with his mace. You twist around, falling to the ground with an unceremonious yell, clutching your new sore spot in hopes that the weapon didn’t cut through your clothes and into your skin. The red stain didn’t reassure you at all.

You suddenly found yourself wishing that you accepted Oin’s medical assistance before. Now you had two throbbing cuts.

You made your way back to your feet in time for Azog’s warg to sink his teeth into your side, but you made sure to never let go of your sword.

You heard the company all yell out your name, and you hoped Bilbo would still be brave for you. You hoped that he’d still come to save you if you couldn’t save yourself.

With gritted teeth you managed to lift your sword, hitting the warg on the underside of its jaw before it could get its teeth into you anymore. The hit from the blade sent the warg roaring again, and you were dropped to the ground. You stood, hissing slightly at the new punctures in your abdomen, but ignored them as you raised your blade up at Azog again.

”You should stop moving, you’re only prolonging your suffering.” Azog snarled at you, speaking again, and you cursed yourself for not learning their language when you could’ve.

He reared his warg, moving to swing at you again with his mace, but you turned away in time to miss it, instead grabbing a knife from your boot to throw it at him. You aimed for the head, but your pain-filled mind meant it’d only reached his shoulder.

The shoulder of his full arm.

“Your head will be mine! I’ll hang it from the highest cliff in Erebor!” Azog yelled out, seeming to curse you, and you almost regretted injuring him due to how angry he’d become.

The next moments all blurred together.

One second you’re standing - sword still in hand, then one of Azog’s warg riders is next to you and aiming his weapon right at you, and then Thorin.

Wait, Thorin?

You looked up at him, him having come over as soon as Azog started his spiel about how angry he was at you. Azog must’ve said some graphic stuff to get Thorin to move out of what you’d told him to do. He looked angry too, but you were a little confused as to why.

You brushed off all thoughts about why he was here, deciding to have a go at him later, and you started fighting too.

You both were taking hits as you received them, Bilbo soon joining, along with Dwalin, Fili and Kili. You tried your best to take hits for Thorin too, putting yourself in numerously life-threatening situations, but you found yourself not caring.

And you weren’t doing it just to protect him to get you home. You were doing it for another reason too. But you weren’t quite sure why.

You were about to take another hit, but the orc was ripped from your view. You followed where he went to see he was thrown off the cliff, more orcs and wargs following.

The eagles were here. You had a chance to rest.

Just as the orcs threat was gone, the eagles started picking you all up.

Azog came rushing at you and Thorin, hoping to get one last hit in, but Thorin pulled you running straight off the cliff.

What a impulsive oaf.

Both you and he landed on the back of an eagle.

“You filth! Both of you! I’ll have your blood spilt, mark my words earth-shiftier!” Azog yelled, anger could be seen on his face even though you were retreating to a safer place. You finally took the time to relax, exhaustion and pain catching up to you.

“It’s okay (y/n), rest now. I’ll wake you when we land. If was land.” He said, pulling you onto the eagle more, and capturing you in between his hold and the feathery back of the giant bird. You nodded, letting your eyes close, finally feeling safe again, even though you knew it wouldn’t last.

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