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Chapter Three
The Reckless One
I listened in silence as arguing commenced. The were questioning Bilbo now. Protests shouted loudly at him not being a burglar and I took this opportunity to leave the hobbit hole. These arguments would last all night. I stood by the door, donning my weapons and cloak, my eyes meeting Kili's before I opened the door in silence and walked out into the cool night air.
It was a while later that I heard a dark, haunting song coming from the hobbit hole. I moved from my position by the door and cracked it open to hear. Thorin's deep baritone voice could be easily picked out. Chills ran down my spine at the haunting song.
"Far over the Misty Mountain cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, 'Ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, It flaming spread
The trees like torches, blazed with light"
I stood in the door way and watched the song progress. My eyes scanned the dwarves and I counted off the ones I was to protect. By the fireplace stood Thorin, in the corner was Kili and in a chair sat Fili. My eyes met Gandalf's and I gave him a nod before shutting the door and leaping up into a tree to keep watch. I rarely slept as it was. Too many horrors for me to recall in my sleep.
The sun broke over the horizon and I stood on my branch and stretched. The door to the hobbit hole opened and dwarves began filing out. With silent feet, I swung down from the tree and landed next to a startled Fili. "Were you up in that tree all night?" He questioned and I nodded in answer.
"I sleep better in the trees." I said, lying about the sleep part. I had stayed awake all night watching over the sleeping dwarves. I inserted myself in the line of dwarves at the back. There were plenty of eyes watching forward, what they needed was sharp eyes watching the back of the line. We mounted ponies, save Gandalf, who rode a full sized horse. I was antsy at the slow pace we were going, wanting to be dashing through the trees at a fast pace, but I was better suited down here.
Thorin rode at the front and Fili and Kili at the back. We hadn't gone far when I heard shouts of 'Wait!' The protests of how they had just wasted time going to the shire died and I turned on my pony, my balance remaining impeccable even as we halted.
"I signed it." The Hobbit said with a proud smile as he showed Balin the contract. The white bearded Dwarf smiled as he took the contact and looked it over before he rolled the contract up.
"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome to the company of Thorin Oakensheild." He looked to Thorin who nodded.
"Get him a pony."
Bilbo's protests of riding a pony died as Fili and Kili lifted him and put him on one. I shook my head and watched in silence as the dwarves began tossing bags of gold to each other.
"What's going on?" Bilbo questioned.
Gandalf smiled and replied, "They made wagers on whether or not you would come." He said with a chuckle as we rode on.
"And what about you?" Bilbo asked, watching as a bag of gold was tossed by them to Kili.
Gandalf was silent for a moment before he reached up and caught his bag of money with a chuckle, tucking the gold into his satchel. "My dear hobbit, I never doubted you."
I shook my head and stayed silent. Gandalf fell back to travel beside me and I looked to him. "You are awfully quiet." He said and I gave him a frustrated look.
"You never told me of that one's recklessness. It is written all over his face." I said, gesturing to Kili who was joking with his brother. Gandalf didn't respond, just watched me with silent regard before moving further up the pack.
We made camp just before sundown. The ponies were turned loose and a fire started. The cliff we sat on was perfect for looking after. The dwarves were packed against a cliff face and I perched myself on the edge of the cliff, watchful eyes looking out for danger. I may not be welcomed but that wouldn't stop me from the job I had been paid to do.
A body plopped down beside me and a bowl of stew was shoved into my hands. My eyes turned next to me to see Kili with a wide smile of his handsome face. My brow arched. I hadn't expected hospitality. These were their provisions and I had expected to fend for myself.
"Thank you." I said, holding the warm stew. It smelled divine. I lifted the spoon to my lips and ate. Kili stayed next to me, looking at me with interest.
"You have the ears of an elf but the size of a dwarf, why?" I knew this question would be coming soon. Setting down the bowl, I sighed heavily.
"I am of multiple worlds yet belong to none." I replied vaguely, looking to Kili with a steady gaze. I did not choose to elaborate and it seemed Kili was alright with my vague explanation. The dark haired dwarf nodded and rose, walking back to his brother.
The night wore on and soon only six of us were awake. Myself, Fili and Kili, Thorin, Bilbo, Gandalf and Balin. Bilbo was only awake due to his inability to sleep. I watched with sharp eyes as he sighed in annoyance and stood, wandering over to his pony and giving her and apple. Screeches filled my ears and my blood ran cold.
"What was that?" Bilbo asked, moving back to the grouping of dwarves.
Kili spoke before I got the chance to. "Orcs." I stood and notched an arrow and trained it in the distance. My focus was intense and I didn't hear the exchange behind me until Fili and Kili were being scolded by their uncle. I turned to see the young brothers looking ashamed.
I turned my focus back to the darkened lands before me, vaguely listening to the story of Thorin Oakensheild. It was one I had heard throughout my many years. The rest of the night was uneventful. Any orcs nearby did not attack and I was grateful for that. Once more, I was sleepless, watching over the dwarves and hobbit with a keen, sharp eye. I wouldn't chance something happening.
