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The company of dwarves was quite delightful to travel with. In hind sight you wouldn’t have thought to ever travel with them, nor join their cause. The journey would be long, dangerous but what is life without something dangerous. Dark magic was spreading through the world, orcs were becoming more freqeunt and that would be only the tip of it. Better to die doing something right than grow old or die a pointless death. “So the Istari called Gandalf will find us someone who will help us sneak into the mountains?”
Their leader, Thorin answered you. “Yes, he will put a mark on the one he has chosen to help us.” The company had slowly left in search of the door. Thorin had told the others he would stay with you, he probably didn’t trust you 100% yet. No problem, hopefully they would trust you sometime.
Each passing day the countdown on your wrist decreased. There was still a long way to go before you would meet them but it was coming closer and closer.
The chosen one was a peculair hobbit. Well peculair was not the right for him. All hobbits were quite the same. Their lives in the shire was good enough for them. Gandalf was a wise man, it was nice to talk to someone like that. He must’ve traveled far for being so knowlegdeable. But then again the istari were here for a long time.
An emotional song was sung between the dwarves, their low voices and human draws you in, keeps you in suspense and waiting for more. It’s catchy and mysterious.
“It’s all we can do for now, if the hobbit wishes not to help, then he won’t.” You said to Kili. He was warm and friendly with you. They all were yet you could feel Thorin was still holding back something. Whatever it was, he must eventually tell you… or that was what you hoped.
“We will succeed in our goal, I swear to it.” You attempted to light the company up. The dwarves were more talking to each other. Gandalf was walking in front of the whole group. It took a minute or 3 to finally catch up to the istari. “Gandalf, we can do this right? I mean what do we know about the dragon? Or how to get in?” For someone who knew so much he was slightly surprised. “We may have a chance, it would have been bigger if Bilbo had joined us. Smaug is strong but not invincible.”
The clock was counting down. It made you quite nervous as to whom it would be. What race would they be? Would it be a woman or a man? Would they actually be yours as well or would they deny what bond there was? In a way it wrecking you but somewhere inside you were calm.
A lot had happened. Bilbo was with the company. The hobbit had joined the company for an adventure, one he would surely get. It was quite funny to see him running towards the group 5 minutes after we left his house. Trolls had almost eaten you thanks to one stupid encounted with them. You had met the elves of rivendell, you had taken great interest in them. They were something you had always been curious about, their culture, their language and ways of living. How they moved with such grace but turn in a killing machine the next. Almost died again thanks to some goblins and the stinking ‘great goblin’, who was quite easy to kill.
Then after that you were attacked yet again. They were being clever for being such stupid creatures. The trees were your only refuge for now. There were too many Wargs for now. But your saviours this time were giant majestic eagles.
You met a shape-changer called beowulf and were glad Gandalf was there to help you all before he parted ways.
The dark forest was next. It was omnious and you didn’t trust it for a second. There was something seriously wrong with it. Animals were quiet, if they were even there. It was too silent to be an healthy forest. This forest had fallen victim to some dark magic. Thorin was the leader and still showed his alpha personality. He could be quite harsh to Bilbo but you would have needed to be blind to not see the slight improvements there were. He had also opened op more to you. Telling more of how he was back in the day, how beautiful the mountain was and more about the family.
Your watch was counting down, it would almost be time.
It took days to more further into Mirkwood and thruthfully it scared the shit out of you. More often you spoke with Bilbo about all sorts of things, how the Shire it, how his family was, his friends and fighting skills. You could hold your battle quite well and that had been shown with those underground goblins.
There was a dark stream up ahead. Disgusting and with a slight gag you looked over to Thorin. “Remember, we cannot drink, bathe or fall into the water. The effects will leave us sleeping and drowsy.” Slowly everyone was crossing a root to the other side. It was the only way. “Uh oh.” You heard from behind you and looked around. A splash was heard and Bombur appeard to have fallen in. “Fuck.”
It took a small while to get him out. “He’s already asleep, great.” Thorin looked around. “We’ll have to carry him without us, we can’t leave him behind or stay in this spot.” You offered to do it but the rest of the group had him. ‘It would be easier to carry him all than one person carrying it.’ Perhaps they were right, if you were to carry it, then he would have been heavier since you would have to do it alone and being taller than the dwarves wouldn’t help at all.
How the fuck could this have happend again! You clenched your jaw as those spiders snared the company. “Where is he when you need him.” You let out angrily. Your knuckles were turning white from the grip of a dagger you had. It was small but it would do the job against those shits.
You let out a yelp as you were hanging upside down, white sticky web sticking on you as you looked at the hideous beast. Your nose crinkled, it was creepy and disgusting. The hair on your neck were turning up as goosebumps began covering your body. ‘Fucking hell, we weren’t even close to the mountain.’ The dagger in your hand wasn’t take away and you hid it before you would have been stuck in an cocoon.
It would have been a smart idea if you could have seen something at least but the web was tight and dark. You were stuck. And here you would die. Being eaten by gaint shitty spiders.
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There were grunts, someone was fighting and you heard different kind of screams (some more girly as others). They stopped somewhere below you and you knew to prepare yourself for a drop. Someone was saving you from those spiders. The feeling of being weightless lasted for less than a second and you felt the air rushing against your back. Your back cracked slightly as you fell with a thud on the ground. It was hard and painfull. Soon the cocoon was sliced open and a hand reached towards you. You took it and was pulled out by Fili. “Thank you, now who save… oh well hi.”
There around the company were elves and they weren’t the happy type. One young with blond hair looked angrily. His blue eyes squinted. “Geez, we get all the luck don’t we Fili?” He was tense, you could see it clearly. “Aye ladd, all the luck.”
It was so close to 0, only 30 minutes left.
You were yet taken prisoner yet again, this time by the mirkwoord elves who were less than hospitable. Rivendell had better manners the least. But then again, these elves and dwarves weren’t on exactly good terms. They left the dwarves to die after all. Wether it was to save his own people or not, they still left the dwarves.
Mirkwood, or at least the safe part where the elves lived, was quite beautiful. The forest must’ve been enchanting when it was healthy and rid of all dark magic. The elves were talking in Sindarin, a language you could slightly understand but only the basic stuff.
You were sure of what would happen. Thrown in a prison for tresspassing. That would be the only thing the elven king could charge the company with. They hadn’t fought the elves, they had no intentions of harming them, only to reclaim their long lost home. But the elven king would not stand for it. Waking a dragon would be dangerous, but with an village close by even more so.
Everyone got thrown into holding cells. Rather soon you and Thorin were brought to the king. “Fuck Thorin, shit.” He looked back. “What is it.” You took a deep breath. “My watch, it’s about to land on the zero, if my soulmate is who I think that they are, fuck.” Thorin was walking infront. His chin up, chest out and shoulders back. He tried to even show more dominance than normal. “Maybe we can use this to our advantage, don’t try to make it obvious yet.”
There he was. Almost laying on his throne, his eyes not leaving your form as you knew the watch must have gone to a 0. Would his be the same? He then looked at the dwarf. His face void of any emotion before talking. Thranduil had unblinking focused eye contact with you and Thorin. His eyes staying on you longer than the dwarf. Had he noticed it to.
His voice was, even if you wanted to deny it, quite attractive yet his personality was more close to one of an asshole. He talked to Thorin as if he was looking down on him, if not literally. He came close and the loudness of his voice scared you slightly. Making you freeze and stare. “Do not talk about dragon fire!” A sort of glamour disappaerd from his face and a scar soon showed itself. The flesh seemingly burned and his eye looking more milky hazed over than the other.
“Throw him back into the prison, take them to a room and lock her into it, make sure there is no way for them to escape.” Thranduil has a slight close-lipped smile as you opened your mouth. “I am one of them so treat me like one of them, king.” Thranduil raised his eyebrow slightly. But didn’t change anything. “Take her away from them forcefully if needed but make sure not to hurt her… much.”