I do not own HOBBIT. I only own my OC.
Easton POV
I only remember walking towards the combat centre, with my bag. And all the sudden I have falled out of the bloody sky. I groaned and I see that I landed on my bag. I groaned Once more."Oh for fuck sakes." I said sitting up and see a man running towards me. "Are you alright missy?" I heard a gruff voice. I then realise it was the THORIN OKENSHIELD. Like My favourite book and movie the hobbit. "Do I look okay to you?" I asked sarcastically. He chuckled. "I am Thorin Okenshield." I rose an eyebrow, wow this man is... Dramatic.
"Easton Collins. Pleasure to meet you." I greeted standing up. "Where at you from East?" I started at him, more like down at him since I was taller. "Nickname already? I'm from heart and soul of London, England! Is that enough information,king under the mountain?" He was surprise. "I've never told you I was a king and I have never heard that place before." I sighed and sat down. "I come from a different world to you. We have different langauges, we have a book based on your journey." I explained. "We would think your world will be hard to live in. But you could say the same thing about our world." I said. As he just look at me. "I thought you wouldn't believe me." I sighed.
"No! I believe you. But may I know how this journey finish?" I opened my mouth then remember he and his nephew die. Oh shit. Think East." That would be spoilers, would it not? I may ruin the whole journey." Thorin nodded. "Would you like to join?" He asked. I swear my eyes must have lit up. "Oh. Yes please! I've never gone on an adevnture!" Thorin smiled. "Come along. We are just heading to bag end." She grabbed her bag and walked next to Thorin. Thorin started to play 20 questions.
"What's in your bag?" He asked. I shrugged. "Dunno, My weapons, my water bottle my headphones and my book." I said. "Weapons?" I shrugged. "Yeah, like a twin sword and throwing knives and shit like that." He looked impressed. "What was your parents like?" I stopped as he carried on walking. "East?" He asked calmly. We walked and I had to explain. "My parents were amazing. My mother was a doctor aka healer. But my mother died with a terrible illness. My father was a police aka crime stopper. My father died when I was ten. I watch him being murdered. I've been an orphan for ten years." I said,sighing. "My mum was kind and loving. My dad was gentle and protective. They always comforted me when I had a nightmare. Now they're gone." I was pulled into a big hug by Thorin.
Wait, Thorin is being nice to me. Like What the Fuck?! I mean he is suppose to be strong, heroic and a leader, who shows no emotions. Who is this side to Thorin Okenshield? I think I broke him. Shit ... I broke an amazing leader. "Don't worry. I bet they are proud of you!" I rolled my eyes and pushed him off. "I don't like hugs." I huffed and crossed my Arms. As he chuckled at my childish ways.
The few days went a breeze like seriously. Me and Thorin have this weird daughter and father bond. He learns more about me. I learnt that he likes to be dramatic. He learnt I like to sarcastic when someone says something highly idiotic. Oh! I started to call Thorin. Thor, you know from the Marvel series. I wanted to call him Pa. Which I can but I find it funny, how he doesn't like to be call Thor. Oh, you want to hear the story I started to call him Pa? Well...
It was the middle of the night, I couldn't get to sleep after a horrifying nightmare, not about my father. Thorin. I watch Thorin get killed by Azog. Like the books did. I had tears running down my face. I look across me and see Thorin sleeping. I debated to weather to go to Thorin or not. So I stand up and slowly made myself to Thorin. I carefully shook him. "Thorin?" I asked softly. "East?" I nodded. "Did you have a nightmare?" I nodded, he opened his arms and I literally slam myself into them and cried on his chest. As he soothes me, I slowly fall asleep. "Thanks Pa." I remember saying.
The next day, he mention it. "You call me Pa." I nodded. Stuffing my phone into the bag. "Why?" I sighed and turn to him. "Ever since mum died, I had nightmares that was his turn. But he always told me. He is still there. He will protect me and he always told me they aren't real. When you said it. It was a habit of mine." I said, standing next to him. And that is the story how I can get to call him Pa!
We were in Bree. I can recognise it. It has been a long 5 days. I had to explain what was a Car, a phone, a hairdryer and Technology. Like, how am I going to live without those supplies. I guess, I got here for a what fucking reason?I figured that I have to do more explaining to the dwarves. I look over to Thorin. "I want you to go ahead. Find a house that has a mark." Thorin explained. "But Pa! That sounds like really hard work." He rose an eyebrow and shot me a stern look. "Alright, alright,alright!" I said moving out of his sight. Well then. I knew which hobbit hole. But heres the problem. Will Bilbo let me in?