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Star of the Mountain Chapter 24

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

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Pleasantries with Gandalf were short-lived. The wizard seemed very anxious and dove right into what he wished to say.

“You must set aside your petty grievances with the dwarves,” he said. “War is coming. The sepsis of Dolguldor have been emptied.” Thranduil cast a lazy look over at Bard, indicating that he was not truly taking the Grey Wizard seriously. “You’re all in mortal danger!”

“What are you talking about?” Bard asked.

“I can see you know nothing of wizards,” Thranduil replied before Gandalf could. The elven king stood to pour a glass of wine. “They are like winter thunder on a wild wind rolling in from the distance, breaking hard in alarm.” He handed Bard a glass. “But sometimes a storm is just a storm.”

“Not this time,” Gandalf said. “Armies of orcs are on the move. These are fighters that have been bred for war. Our enemy has summoned his full strength.”

“Gandalf,” Oreliell said, stepping forward slightly. “Are you sure of this?”

The wizard nodded gravely.

“I have seen them with my own eyes.”

“Why show his hand now?” Thranduil questioned.

“Because we forced him! We forced him when the company of Thorin Oakenshield set out to reclaim their homeland. The dwarves were never meant to reach Erebor.” He led the elves and human out of the tent to look at the mountain. “Azog the Defiler was sent to kill them. His master seeks control of the mountain. Not just for the treasure within but for where it lies, its strategic position. This is the gateway to reclaiming the lands of Angmar in the north. If that fell kingdom should rise again… Rivendell, Lórien, the Shire… even Gondor itself will fall.”

“These orcs armies you speak of, Mirthrandir, where are they?” Thranduil asked.

Gandalf sighed heavily, unable to give an answer. Thranduil rolled his eyes and returned to his tent. Oreliell and Vedis looked at Gandalf.

“Are you all right, Gandalf?” Oreliell asked quietly. He looked rather beaten up. “Perhaps you can have Vedis take a look at your wounds-”

“I am fine,” he said. “Truly. Besides, we have much larger things to worry about than a few cuts and bruises, don’t you think?” He paused and looked between them. “How is the company?”

Oreliell sighed.

“They are all alive. But the dragon sickness has taken root in Thorin’s mind.”

Gandalf nodded gravely.

“Then we must think of a way to get through to him.”

“Gandalf, I’ve tried. He is my One and even I struggled to speak with him.”

“I understand. Nevertheless, we mustn’t give up.”

Oreliell smiled a little.

“You’re crazier than I thought to believe I would give up.”

Gandalf smiled back at her before returning to the tent. Vedis placed a comforting hand on Oreliell’s arm.

“All will be well, muinthel.”

Oreliell nodded and followed her sister to the tent. Gandalf was back to trying to convince Thranduil.

“Since when has my council counted for so little?” he asked. “What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“I think you’re trying to save your dwarvish friends. And I admire your loyalty to them. But it does not dissuade me from my course.” Thranduil rose from his chair. “You started this, Mirthrandir. You will forgive me if I finish it.” Oreliell exchanged glances with her sister as Thranduil approached one of his guards. “Are the archers in position?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Give the order. If anything moves on that mountain, kill it. The dwarves are out of time.”

Gandalf stormed out of the tent, clearly angered. Oreliell looked at the elven king, who still stared out at the mountain.

“You said that you would attack at dawn,” Oreliell said. “Would you be so heartless as to shoot while they are not expecting it?”

“They have been given their warning,” Thranduil said.

“And what about the warning Gandalf has given you? We have traveled many months with him. If what he says about the orcs is true, then I think we must at least consider his words.”

“Oreliell.” She glanced over her shoulder at her sister, only to realize that Vedis was no longer standing there. “You’ll never believe who just showed up.”

A moment later, Vedis entered the tent with Bard, Gandalf, and Bilbo in tow.

“Bilbo,” Oreliell said with a smile.

“I’m glad to see you’re all right, Oreliell,” Bilbo said.

“Who is this?” Thranduil said.

“Bilbo Baggins, the official burglar of the company of Thorin Oakenshield.”

“If I’m not mistaken, this is the halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards.”

Thranduil sat down in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly at Bilbo. The hobbit shuffled in place.

“Yes,” he said under his breath. “Sorry about that.” Oreliell glanced at Vedis, who was also smiling. They watched as the hobbit stepped forward, pulling something out of his pocket. “I came to give you this.”

He placed the item on the table and pulled away the cloth. Everyone stared in shock and awe.

“Oh my gosh,” Vedis murmured.

“The Heart of the Mountain,” Thranduil breathed, standing slowly. “The King’s Jewel.”

“And worth a king’s ransom,” Bard said. He looked down at Bilbo. “How is this yours to give?”

“I took it as my fourteenth share of the treasure.”

Oreliell almost laughed in disbelief. She was stunned by his courage. But she couldn’t help but worry about what Thorin might do if he found out.

“Why would you do this?” Bard asked. “You owe us no loyalty.”

“I’m not doing it for you,” Bilbo told them. “I know that dwarves can be obstinate and pigheaded and difficult. They’re suspicious and secretive, with the worst manners you could possibly imagine. But they are also brave and kind and loyal to a fault. I’ve grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can. Now, Thorin values this stone above all else.” Oreliell noticed that he glanced her way. “In exchange for its return, I believe he will give you what you are owed. There will be no need for war.”

Oreliell glanced at the two leaders. Bard turned to Thranduil, still in shock at the hobbit’s actions. Thranduil looked at him for a moment before looking back at Bilbo.

“We will take this into careful consideration,” Thranduil said. “Someone will show you a place to rest for the night.”

Bilbo nodded. Gandalf ushered him toward the entrance, but the halfling suddenly stopped.

“I nearly forgot!” he said. He turned around and pulled a sheath far too large for his body. He handed them to Oreliell. “You left your swords back at the mountain. I figured you’d want them back.”

Oreliell looked down at the swords then at Bilbo. She was surprised that he had noticed and that he had brought them with him to give to her. She put her hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Bilbo. You did not have to do that, but I greatly appreciate it.”

Bilbo smiled at her then stepped out of the tent with Gandalf. Oreliell looked back at her blades. She had not really realized that she had left them in the mountain; her haste to leave made it slip her mind. But Bilbo had brought back both her swords and her pair of daggers.

“He is a brave hobbit,” Vedis commented.

“Yes. Much different from when we first met him. I just hope he stays safe tomorrow if war breaks out.”

Vedis put her hand on Oreliell’s shoulder. The two exchanged small smiles.

“The halfling is quite impressive,” Thranduil said, regaining their attention.

“Indeed he is. You also need better guards,” Oreliell replied, barely casting him a glance.

She heard Bard half choke on a laugh, but he tried to cover it with a cough. Oreliell smiled to herself. She didn’t need to look at Thranduil to know his eyes had narrowed.

“I noticed that both of you are without armor. If you are interested, I can provide both of you with sets for tomorrow.”

Oreliell wanted to roll her eyes. She wanted to ask why on earth he thought they would need armor if they were going to confront Thorin. But she knew better.

An army of orcs were on the way.

And she recalled something Thorin had told her long ago: “never underestimate dwarves.” She hated to come before the man she loved dressed for battle, but she wasn’t sure what kind of plan he had come up with to handle Thranduil’s army.

Oreliell sighed and glanced at Thranduil. She nodded.

“Then I shall make sure that you have it.”

He stepped aside to deliver the orders to one of his guards. Bard looked at the Arkenstone then at the sisters.

“What do you make of it?” he asked. “The stone.”

“Bilbo is right about it,” Oreliell said after a moment. “Thorin craves this stone more than anything. It is sacred to the dwarven people, the crowning glory and symbol of their house and power. Thorin will not be pleased to see it in your hands.”

“Our hands? Would you not carry this?”

“I barely want to look at it,” she admitted. “That rock has taken away more from me in the past few days than I ever wanted to lose. And that says a lot, for I have lost much in my long lifetime. Simply seeing me siding with you will create a reaction. I do not want Thorin to think that I have betrayed him further by taking that stone.”

Bard nodded.

“I understand. I shall speak with Thranduil to see what we shall do with it.”

“Before we get to that,” Thranduil said as he stepped back inside the tent, “I would like to have a word with Oreliell.”

Bard glanced at her before going outside. Vedis stayed a minute longer. She studied Thranduil for a long moment before looking at her sister.

“I will go inspect the armor we are being given. If you would like, I can take your swords with me?” she said.

“Thank you,” Oreliell said, passing her blades over.

“Let me know if you need me.”

“I will, muinthel.”

Vedis nodded and stepped out. Oreliell took a breath before looking at Thranduil. The elven king had remained standing and was watching her.

“{You risk a lot going with us tomorrow,}” Thranduil said after a long moment. “{Why do it?}”

“{Because I have already lost so much. And I do not wish to lose my betrothed as well.}”

“{Even after everything he has put you through?}”

“{Do not pretend you know him better than I do.}”

Thranduil motioned for her to follow him. They stepped outside once again to look at the mountain. The braziers were lit above the gate, but otherwise everything appeared normal. Oreliell couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside.

“I want you to know that I truly do not want this,” Thranduil said. “While the heirlooms of my people are of great importance to me, this was not the outcome I had hoped for. I tried to avoid this when your company passed through my kingdom, but Thorin turned me down.”

“Because he still holds a grudge against you for what you did when Smaug first took the mountain. Or rather, what you didn’t do.”

Thranduil sighed. He turned to look at her.

“I want you to understand what it is you are risking going into this, what this could potentially do to you if things do not go smoothly tomorrow.”

“I am well aware what could happen, Thranduil. And that is why I must be present tomorrow. If something were to happen to Thorin, I would never be able to live with myself. I will protect Thorin with my very life.” She looked at the mountain again. “No matter what happens to me, he will live.”

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delicatenightfury · 1 month

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 27

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

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Fili watched his uncle as Thorin slowly approached him. Kili was following him and the rest of the company stepped back to give the family space. Fili could see the difference in his uncle’s face. He still looked tired, but there was life in his eyes now. Fili smiled.

“It’s good to see you, uncle,” he said, his voice soft.

“You as well, Fili.” Thorin pressed his forehead to Fili’s, much like he had done with Kili moments earlier. “I am glad to see you both safe.”

Kili nodded, but Fili had another thought at the front of his mind.

“Thorin, what about Oreliell?” he asked.

His eyes softened further and Fili could see his worry.

“Have you seen them?”

“Not for some time. It got hard to keep track of them.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Kili said. “They’re both capable of taking care of themselves.”

“Indeed they are,” Thorin agreed. “But I believe we would all feel better when we see them again.”

Thorin signaled to the company, who began moving quickly. Bombur climbed the gate once more with a horn in hand while the rest readied a large bell, pulling it as far back as possible. When they were ready, Thorin signaled Bombur again. The horn echoed loudly; Fili was sure that it could be heard from Dale. With another signal, the dwarves released the bell.

The bell swung forward, knocking into the stone wall they had built and destroying it.

Thorin led the charge, sword drawn and shield at the ready. Fili and Kili were quick to follow him, the company close behind them. The Iron Hills dwarves that had gathered in front of Erebor parted to allow the company through.

“To the king!” Dain shouted to his men.

The dwarves cheered and joined the charge.

“Du bekâr!” Thorin shouted, sword raised.

In moments, they clashed with the orcs. Fili swung his sword, taking down whatever orcs he could reach. He was determined to press on and follow his uncle through the battle.

The sea of orcs seemed to be never ending. Fili would take out one orc, only to be greeted by another one when he turned. He was glad to have his brother by his side. They knew to take care of each other. It was something they had promised their mother before joining Thorin on the quest. Even during the heat of the battle, they were watching each other’s backs.

“Lads!” Dwalin called.

He motioned for them to join him and Balin, who had managed to wrangle up several goats despite the heat of the battle. Balin’s smile was visible beneath his beard.

“Azog is commanding his army from Ravenhill,” he said. They all knew that Thorin meant to kill Azog. “You’ll need these to get there.”

Fili and Kili nodded their thanks to Balin, giving Dwalin a moment to say his farewell to Balin. Then, Dwalin mounted his own goat. He kicked it into action, the princes following close behind. They approached Thorin, who had found his own goat and was talking with Dain.

“Lead on!” Dwalin shouted to Thorin.

Thorin nodded and urged his own goat forward.

Together, they tore through the front line of a new wave of oncoming orcs. It was hard to see through them all, but the four cleared enough of a path that they were able to break all the way through. Kili gave a cheer, raising his sword. Thorin, still in the lead, felled any orc in his path. Fili, Kili, and Dwalin cleaned up behind him, killing the ones that he missed.

Thorin led the way up Ravenhill, their goats scaling the cliffside almost effortlessly. They quickly reached the ruins of Ravenhill. With only quick looks exchanged, they broke apart, taking different routes to the top. Fili swung his sword whenever he got the chance, killing orcs left and right.

When he reached the top, he saw that both Thorin and Dwalin had dismounted and were fighting once again. Fili leapt from his goat, slicing the leg off an orc before killing another. Kili was beside him in moments. Soon, the orcs were dead. Fili looked around quickly to make sure of that fact, breathing a small sigh of relief.

Thorin stepped up to the edge of the stone platform and looked across the frozen water. Fili followed his gaze. The watchtower appeared abandoned through the mist. It sent a chill of unease through Fili.

“Where is he? It looks empty,” Kili said. “I think Azog has fled!”

“I don’t think so.” The dwarves quickly turned around at the new voice, their eyes widening. “Azog is far too smart for that.”

“Oreliell!” Kili said.

He dashed forward and wrapped his arms around her. Oreliell stumbled ever so slightly, but smiled. Fili and Dwalin also approached her.

“It’s good to see you, lass,” Dwalin said.

“We weren’t sure what had happened to you,” Fili said. “We lost sight of you.”

“I am fine,” she said. “I am glad to see that you four are all right as well.”

Fili quickly remembered his uncle. He glanced back at Thorin. His eyes were wide and trained on Oreliell. He seemed stunned to see her.

“Oreliell,” he breathed.

She looked up, eyes immediately landing on him.

“Thorin.” Her voice sounded almost softer than his.

Fili stepped back from her, pulling Kili to do the same. Dwalin seemed to have disappeared. Thorin walked toward her. His steps were slow, as if it were an effort. Fili supposed it was. The two had not been in the best place over the last several days.

Thorin stopped only a few steps from Oreliell. His eyes would not leave her. Thorin lifted his hand, his fingertips touching her golden braid. Fili glanced away from the intimate moment. He sent a silent prayer to Mahal; he wanted his uncle and future aunt to find the happiness they both deserved. He also hoped that someday he would also find his One like his brother and uncle had.

“You’re here?” Thorin asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I could not leave you to fight Azog on your own.”

Thorin’s hand fell away from her.

“Despite-”

“Thorin. I am here. That is what matters. We can talk about things once Azog is dead and this threat has ended.”

Thorin nodded, a look of determination washing over him again. He looked out over the water for a moment before looking at Fili and Kili.

“Fili, take your brother,” he said. “Scout out the towers. Keep low and out of sight. If you see something, report back. Do not engage. Do you understand?”

“I will go with them,” Oreliell said.

They looked at her.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded.

“Another set of eyes will not hurt.”

Dwalin suddenly appeared again, ax gripped tightly in his hand.

“We have company,” he said. “Goblin mercenaries. No more than a hundred.”

They turned to see that goblins were indeed coming over the walls. Fili adjusted his sword in his hand.

“We’ll take care of them. Go! Go!”

Oreliell nodded to the brothers.

“Let’s go,” she said.

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