I own nothing and Cyssa is pronounced Cissa, like Sissy. I could show off and take the four times I have seen this movie to quote Balin's story almost perfectly, but I'm not. So wahn.
Sophie grinned, hearing the familiar words spill from the Hobbit's mouth. Balin inspected the document and then welcomed Bilbo to the company of Thorin Oakenshield and Fili and Kili hoisted Bilbo onto the pack pony.
Soon enough, they reached a resting spot on a cliff with a small over hang that a fire was lit under. Fili and Kili were assigned first watch, but Sophie stayed up with them, dreading sleeping. Nonetheless, she fell asleep.
Flames roared, cutting off any escape. They fell from her palms, and the palms of everyone around her, their shields doing little to protect them from the heat. She recognized her family, and saw as she lit Express Yourself on fire, something else controlling her movements. There was a sound like glass rain, and that's what it was, the Spire of Glass was shattered and falling, micro pieces of glass fell like star-rain.
"Ma! Cyssa! Da" Sophie cried, desperately trying to find her family in this hell and chaos. She saw her sister and her mother. Her mother pushed both of them towards the boats in the harbor that hadn't been affected. The fire stopped coming from them when they reached to docks. She and her sister got on one and started to push it away, waiting for our mother, who simply turned around and called over her shoulder.
"I will follow with your father! Cyssa, protect your little sister." Cyssa called back a confirmative cry, her long red hair braided and shining in the fire light. Both sisters pulled off their circlets, being princesses, they both stuffed them in the bag that each of them had stashed on their family boat about a month before.
They sailed for days, then, were attacked. Cyssa was lost, drowned and stabbed by their attackers, but she had managed to send her younger sister on her way, to the Elven shores to find help and a new life.
(Kili POV)
Sophie had fallen asleep next to him, her head cushioned on his leg. He watched her as she slumbered peacefully, then looked back up, watching the night.
He and his brother were having a conversation when the girl started to whimper quietly. Kili stroked her hair gently while silently daring Fili to say anything.
As their conversation continued she started to mumble, then she full out screamed, almost waking the entire company. Thorin and Gandalf, who were awake anyway, came over. Kili held her head on his lap while Fili tried to keep her from thrashing and hurting herself.
"Gandalf, what's wrong with her?" The youngest brother asked as his brother was suddenly not able to even try to touch the girl anymore, but Kili was still holding her head steady.
"Nightmares have triggered her shield, which no one but few can get through. None of the rest of the company, or most of Middle Earth for that matter can touch her, or even come close to trying. It's a defense mechanism." Fili asked the question on everyone's mind.
"Why Kili, though? Why can only Kili touch her?" Gandalf sighed and asked himself,
"To tell them, or to let her? No, she doesn't quite understand it herself. Let us put it this way, her race, like dwarves, love once and only once. The main way they know they have found their once, is that the other person can break through their barrier, literally. I do not believe that young Sophie has quite come to terms with this yet, but I do believe she will, given time.
The only other exception would be someone with extreme practice, like the man who became her adoptive father when she first came over to our shores, Lord Elrond of Imladris." Thorin seemed to darken slightly, but he kept whatever it was inside. Kili looked confused,
"So, what does that mean? The first part?" He asked the old wizard.
"Well, Sophie has found her one love, the sad thing is I don't know whether it is reciprocated or not." He sent a look to Kili, who looked down at Sophie's stressed face and felt a pull towards her, her then looked up at Gandalf and nodded imperceptibly. The elderly wizard's face lit up a little with a small smile.
"Well, let her know sooner or later, hopefully sooner." And with that, Sophie screamed and sat straight up,
"Cyssa!" She cried, a heartbreakingly panicked and sad scream. Only when Kili reached over and placed his hand over hers on the ground did she look at someone, the devastated look in her eyes threw him off, but he just pulled her into a hug and she started to cry silently.
"I'm sorry, Kili." She murmured through her tears. A screech from the forest below drowned out Kili's reply. Bilbo, who had been feeding Myrtle an apple, turned around and asked,
"What was that?" Sophie tensed up slightly, waiting for the brothers to strike, only for Fili to take the whole scene from Kili's hands as the younger brother held Sophie as she cried.
"Orcs, there'll be dozens of them; the lowlands are crawling with 'em. They strike in the wee small hours of the night, when everyone is asleep. Quick and quiet. No screams, just lots of blood." Kili chuckled quietly with his brother, but stopped when he felt Sophie's grip on him tighten ever so slightly. Thorin got up.
"Do you think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Fili again stole his brother's line,
"We didn't mean anything by it." Thorin shook his head.
"No, you didn't, you know nothing of the world." Sophie frowned in response.
(Sophie POV)
That was harsh, they had never been on a quest this big before, and they were still young. But Balin stepped in, as expected and explained Thorin's hate for orcs. Sophie fell asleep to the sound of the old dwarf's voice and Kili's arm around her shoulders, her head half on his chest half on his shoulder.
The next day, they traveled onwards, Sophie still riding with Kili. Nothing eventful happened, except Sophie falling asleep as they traveled.
When they stopped, they settled as Gandalf and Thorin argue. The young Irish girl shuddered almost imperceptively as she remembered the name of the forest that the Durin brothers were leading the ponies into. She looked up to see Gandalf storming off muttering,
"Save me the stubbornness of dwarves!" As he walked off. She giggled to herself at the slightly offended faces of her companions before hushing herself and burying herself into the journal that she had brought, her River Song journal, and wrote, story clips, poems, song lyrics that she remembered, her different memories, and her dream from the night before.
When Bilbo went to bring the soup to Fili and Kili, she went with him, bringing the knife that Fili had lent her. When they reached the clearing, she knew exactly what was wrong, but she asked anyways.
"What's wrong?" Fili muttered in a voice filled with thinly veiled panic.
"We were supposed to be watching the ponies." Sophie sighed as Bilbo asked, "So?" and the girl counted the ponies, fourteen, perfect.
"We had sixteen…" Kili jumped in, "And now there are fourteen." He started to walk around the ponies and counted them,
"Daisy and Bungle are gone." He told them. Sophie rolled her eyes and sighed, the brothers pulled the whole rope Bilbo into going and look at the up rooted trees and Sophie crept after them.
"If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl." Fili told the bewildered hobbit before setting him loose.
"Shouldn't I go? I do have a shield that would prevent them from touching me." She asked. They shook their heads, Kili giving her a look that held fear.
"It's too dangerous. No, we're getting Thorin and getting Bilbo back." Sophie sighed but nodded, frustrated that she couldn't change the movie. Also cursing herself for getting so close to the Durin brothers, knowing she would have to say goodbye on the field of battle.
The trio reached the clearing the rest of the company was in as Kili and Fili started calling,
"Trolls! There are Mountain Trolls in the forest!" Thorin looked up, dark eyes sharp.
"Where's the burglar? The hobbit?" He asked. Sophie panted,
"He's trying to free the ponies." Thorin's brow furrowed. The whole company moved into the forest to try to save Bilbo. Kili tried to hold her back; Sophie fought back, and ended up helping him in the initial attack. They slashed at the trolls and then ended up side by side facing the trolls, one of which held a snot covered Bilbo.
"Drop him."
"You what?" Kili had a crap eating smile demanded,
"I said, drop him." And with that, Bilbo was thrown at Kili, and the rest of the dwarves surfaced from the bushes and trees with battle cries and swinging blades. They fought off the trolls as Bilbo crept towards the ponies. The dwarves fought in a rather uncoordinated style that still kept everyone's backs covered.
That is, until Bilbo found himself at the point of almost being ripped in half, and Sophie was being squeezed so hard that she almost couldn't breathe.
"Put your arms down! Or we'll rip his off!" Called the troll holding Sophie called, "And we'll squish this one." Sophie knew that Thorin was seeing the absolute fear in Bilbo's eyes, and as Kili shouted their names, she couldn't hold her own fear back. Kili looked her straight in the eye, and then stared at his uncle in disbelief as the elder dwarf stabbed his sword into the ground. The younger threw his blade on the ground and the rest followed suit.
Soon, the dwarves were all either in a sack or on a spit, and Sophie was still in the crushing hand of one of the trolls, as they were still arguing about what to do with her. She gasped as the grip around her tightened; Kili noticed and started struggling harder.
Finally, the moment of the movie she was desperately waiting for came and Bilbo stood up.
"You can't reason with them their half-wits!" One of the dwarves called, Bofur responded from the spit,
"What does that make us?" Sophie couldn't help but squeak out an airy laugh at that. Then came the good part.
"We haven't got parasites! YOU have parasites!" She groaned and laughed at the same time, only to be squeezed hard and almost scream. It was then that the dwarves realized what Bilbo was doing and they started competing over who had the biggest parasites of the group.
"The dawn shall take you all!" Called Gandalf's familiar voice from the rock to the left of and behind the trolls. They turned and one asked,
"Can we eat him too?" Only for Gandalf to pull a 'you shall not pass' and break the rock down the middle. Memories of the Bridge of Khazad-dum filled her, the Mines of Moria as well; Gimli's distress filled her ears as the trolls turned to stone.
Once Kili had been released, he ran to Sophie, she was luckily close to the ground, and so it was simply a matter of chipping her out. He got to work and Fili soon joined him. She fell to the ground and cried out as her left wrist tried to catch her weight alone.
Kili ran the very short distance to her and scooped her up in his arms in a hug.
"We're alive." He muttered as he released her and turned to look at her wrist and get it firmly wrapped up. She thanked him, and tried not to fall asleep, and tried to breathe deeply, replacing the air that had escaped her lungs.
"Thanks, Kili, for getting me down." She murmured.
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