Author's notes: Another chapter! Again! I'm spoiling all you readers who may or may not actually exist! EDIT: I have a review! Thanks to: wrmauney! :)
"An Elf! You brought an Elf to our camp. What possessed you? You do know our mission is of the highest secrecy, and we can't have Elves in the middle of it!"
Bofur opened his mouth to try and explain, but shut it with a snap. He had seen enough of Thorin berating his nephews to know how absolutely useless protestations—no matter how understandable, let alone valid—were when Thorin was in a right rage. He snuck a glance over to the nephews, who were standing with bowed heads, listening quietly and without comment to the lecture. They have a lot of practice, Bofur reflected. As much as he respected his king, Bofur was a grown dwarf, and besides, the lecture was not directed at him as much as it was to the rambunctious young ones—despite the fact that I had as much of a part in it as they did, Bofur reflected—so he felt no compunctions about stepping to the side and tuning out the rest of the lecture, which seemed liable to go on for another five minutes at least.
Bofur thought back to the events of the past ten minutes. He and Kili had hidden in the trees, just behind where Oin was speaking with Ori. On the opposite end of the clearing, Fili was talking to Thorin, who had his back to them. Good lad! Bofur had mentally praised the blonde. He and Kili, as quietly and unobtrusively as they could, lay the Elf at the edge of the clearing and beckoned Oin over. After that, it was a flurry of helping Oin, taking off and spreading her cloak to lay her on and putting one of Ori's knitted contraptions under her head for a pillow. After that it was but a few brief moments of anxious hovering before that blasted Hobbit pointed out to the entire camp their new guest. Bofur felt bad for feeling bitter towards the Hobbit—Thorin would have found out sooner or later after all—but really? Of all the—but there, what's done is done.
He remembered looking up in time to see Thorin whirl around, then cross the clearing in great, furious strides, while Fili looked on, horrified. He had felt somewhat caught, which was ridiculous considering what he had done was really the only right thing to do. Well, maybe tricking Thorin wasn't the best, but helping the Elf was. Then again, Thorin's angry glare was enough to spark guilt, however unwarranted, in anyone. Thorin has a Sally May glare! was Bofur's sudden realization, and he had to fight the urge to shriek with unholy laughter. Laughter would not have helped anything whatsoever.
Thorin had demanded of Oin what he was doing, to which Oin responded that he was treating a patient. In response to all the other questions, demands, and comments that Thorin had, Oin simply pretended to be deaf. Being old comes in handy sometimes… Bofur reflected.
With Oin patently ignoring him, Thorin had reverted to taking out his anger on his nephews, which he was still doing now.
Bofur was startled out of his reverie by a hand on his shoulder and a female voice in his ear. "The screamy one is Thorin, right?"
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