Thorin takes the next watch and everyone else goes back to sleep for a couple of more hours. Apart from me and him. I sit next to him and grin.

"So you're a Prince huh? Or are you technically King?" I ask

"At the moment I am neither. I have no Kingdom" He says darkly

"This is what this quest if for right? Reclaim a homeland stolen by a…dragon was it?" I ask

He nods "Why would a dragon want a mountain?" I ask.

"Dragons covet gold with a dark and fierce desire. My Grandfather went mad with greed and Erebor was filled with mountains of gold. The dragon took it" He tells me quietly

I nod a little "Okay, I get it" There is a small pause then I ask "Can I help you take back your home?"

He looks at me shocked, a look that turns into suspicion "Why would you do that?"

I shrug "I've got nothing better to do. I can sympathise a little. We have no home anymore. Hell I don't even know where our home is. I don't want anything from you and I won't ask later either. I'm just hoping by helping you, along the way I might find a place where I belong, where my kid nephew will be safe"

Thorin stares at me for a long time before saying "Do as you wish" then looking away from me.

I do something I hope I won't regret and slide my arms around his neck and push myself into him and hug him "Thank you" I breathe in his ear before pulling away and shifting back into my spot.

"Get some sleep" He says gruffly, not looking at me.

"Sure thing, boss" I reply leaning back against the rock behind me.

"Guinevere. Guinevere" I feel myself being shaken from side to side.

I sit up straight "I'm awake!" I rub my eyes as they adjust to the sunlight and look up at the resident Hobbit.

He looks at me a little shocked and a little amused "We're heading out now"

I nod and pull myself off the ground and head towards Thorin. I wander if he'll still let me ride with him after I forced him into a hug last night? He does.

We start off on our journey again and I turn to Bilbo who is riding beside Thorin and I.

"Hey Bilbo, why are you going on this journey?" I ask the Hobbit

"I'm the burglar" He replies quietly

I laugh a little "As an officer of the law that is something I don't want to hear"

He blushes and Gandalf who is riding on front of us chuckles "He is small and swift. Hobbits are incredibly light on their feet and can pass unseen if they wish. He will retrieve the arkenstone. Dragon's are used to the smell of Dwarf but the smell of Hobbit is unknown to him"

I raise an eyebrow "Yeah, all I heard there is Bilbo is dragon bait and what's an arkenstone?"

Bilbo looks at me wide-eyed and I shrug "Sorry"

Thorin speaks "The arkenstone is known as the King's jewel. It's the only thing that will bestow on me the right to rule the seven Dwarf Kingdoms"

"So it's kind of like a crown jewel? You need to officially wear it to be crowned King?" I ask. I'm British we have a Queen. I know how this stuff works.

I look up at him as he nods. "My country has a Queen too but she doesn't have any political power. She's a figure head only."

"What's the point in having royalty then?" Bilbo asks looking confused

I shrug "She's an institution. A lot of people in our country still kind of pledge themselves to her. Everything to do with the Royals the country goes bat crazy over. Especially when our prince married a 'commoner' the people are all 'There is hope for us lower classes yet!' Then they have a baby and the whole world flips out over the newest heir to the throne of Great Britain!"

Bilbo looks confused and a little awed "Okay…"

"Great Britain? Why is it Great?" Bofur, Bifur? The one with hat asks

Andy scoffs "It ain't"

I glare and him "Actually, we used to have a massive empire that circled the entire world at one point. The biggest empire in the world! Then those countries started demanding independence. Eventually our empire wilted but we are still one of the most powerful countries in the world despite being a tiny island country, I mean we're tiny. So yeah we're great" I say rather patriotically.

Thorin makes a noise that kind of sounds like a laugh "You are loyal to your country" It was a statement not a question.

I shrug "I suppose, I would say I was more proud to be British than loyal to it. I spent the last seven years trying to get out of it. Now all I want is to go back to it. Be careful what you wish for"

We travel in silence for a long time then it starts to rain. I sigh, I only have my leather jacket and it has no hood and my legs are tight clad.

"What kind of Brit are you? Leaving the house without a hood or umbrella?" Andy asks from my left.

I look over at Andy who has his the hood of his sweatshirt over his head "Again, I didn't have long term plans when I left the house"

Something is placed over my head which keeps me dry.

I blush "Thank you, Thorin" I mutter pulling the cloak around myself tighter.