Disclaimer- I don't own the Hobbit or Thorin, but I own the OC
Emerald green eyes glared out from the dark green hood. The small body well hidden in the forest's edge. The only sounds that could be heard were the animals of the forest turning in for the night, and the black horse that was huge in size compared to its rider. The horse slightly nudged the rider in hopes of a treat or just out of boredom. But there was nothing to do, she had promised to patrol the surroundings of the small village inhabited by the half-lings, also called hobbits. The rider signaled to the horse that she wished to ride in which the horse knelt down allowing the little body to slide up on its back. They circulated around the village a few times before they saw signs of movement in the now dark landscape. Irritated at the wind she pushed her dark brown hair away from her eyes, it had fallen out of her braids which normally made sure that the hair did not fall in the eyes at inconvenient times. The horse caught on quickly that his rider's attention was on a figure in the darkness. The rider drew her bow and aimed. The figure in the darkness did not seem to notice it was near its death, continued in its boisterous manner. When it finally could be seen in the moonlight, she drew her bow down. It was a dwarf, a big one, if that was a word one would associate with this particular race. The rider allowed him to pass. The rider sighed, it was only the first dwarf, according to the old wizard there would be many more arriving this night.
The horse and rider continued to patrol some time afterwards. Still lacking one dwarf, but hunger and thirst could no longer be ignored. In slow trot they went to their destination which was also where she would meet up with the old wizard. She allowed the horse to wonder while she went to knock on the door. The door opened and she was greeted by, what was obviously a hobbit though never having seen one herself the wizard had told her enough, making her able to recognize one.
He looked slightly irritated, well she couldn't blame him really, she wouldn't like having her home overrun by dwarfs.
'' Ginwyn, at your service Mr. Baggins'' she said and entered without an invitation, striding inside to the dining area where she could hear the noise of the dwarfs.
'' Ah Ginwyn, I wasn't expecting you until later'' The old wizard gave her hard glare, though she could tell he wasn't angry.
'' Yes, well I didn't fancy being out there anymore then absolutely necessary, and since our last member has yet to arrive, he will just have to manage. I am cold, hungry and thirsty.''
With that she went to sit down at the table with the dwarfs, who were all looking curiously at her.
She served herself some food and ale, and did not look up again until she had finished her meal.
Looking up she found herself to be the center of attention, all 12 dwarfs were looking at her.
'' It's considered rude to stare you know''
Gandalf snickered to himself '' allow me to introduce you all to Ginwyn. Ginwyn this here is Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori and Ori.
And as you know this here is Bilbo Baggins.'' He motioned to Bilbo as the last.
Ginwyn bowed her head in greeting. They all stared at her until she cleared her throat that seemed to stir them all in motion. Everyone went about the small hobbit hole as if they owned the place, while poor Bilbo tried to rescue all of his precious possessions. Ori the youngest and most polite of the dwarfs went and asked Bilbo where he should put his plate, which led to Fili throwing it to his brother who than threw it to Bifur who was in the kitchen.
Various kitchen utensils went flying around, and song could be heard. Bilbo was losing his patience, if he had any, poor little guy, but nothing was broken.
Ginwyn had to admit that these dwarfs was rather funny to be around, she certainly wouldn't be bored on the journey.
But she had her concerns, while the dwarfs didn't seem to mind her, yet, she knew that they were a suspicious race, and that their leader, who had yet to arrive was the worst of them, Gandalf had warned her. Everyone went still as there was a knock on the door.
Speak of the balrog, and he shall arrive she thought to herself.