Next chapter! Yayyyyyy! Okay, now that I've gotten that out of my system... phew. Anyway! Please enjoy and review! I LOVE getting feedback. It lets me know that someone is actually reading this!

Hopefully, my chapters will start getting a bit longer! But, my writing tends to do whatever my writing feels like doing at the time so I never know when one chapter will end and another begins. Another chapter narrated by Laurëel herself! Which meannnsss More Cockney accent! Sometimes if I write it from her point of view too often I start thinking with an accent. Not fun.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or any lines from the movie. *sniff sniff*(so sad, I know)

Anyway! Enough jabber, I'll let you get to reading!

The hours passed by slowly as I sat in my little tree. I could barely see the fire from were I had seated myself, but just knowin' they were there made all the difference in the world. Unfortunately, I could hear em just fine. I looked over as the little hobbit, Bilbo I think his name was, crept up to his pony, an apple hidden in one hand. He handed it to the beast, which munched down happily. I wish I could have one of those apples. They were lookin' mighty tasty at the moment. I shot up in my perch, almost knockin' me self right out o' the branches. I had been startled by an inhuman cry in the dark.

"No, not again." I muttered to myself. Then I noticed that they heard it too. "Thank goodness it's not just me." I sigh to myself before turnin' my attention to the conversation by the fire.

"What was that?" The hobbit asks someone out of my sight nervously.

"Orcs." A younger dwarven voice replies.

"Orcs?" Bilbo repeats, a squeak in his voice.

"Throat cutters." An older sounding dwarf explains. "There'll be hundreds of them out there." Bilbo looks out over the cliff nervously.

"They strike in these few hours when everyone's asleep." The first one speaks again. "Quick and quiet. No screams. Just lots of blood." The hobbit is thoroughly spooked now. My eyebrows narrow in anger and my mind starts thinking of some prank I can pull to scare those two idiots out of their wits. Especially when they start chuckling. But then I realize I don't need to. Cause then I hear another voice.

"You think that's funny?" The laughter stops immediately and I see Bilbo turnin' around like he's missed somethin'. It's Oakensheild. I would know that unhappy growl of a voice anywhere. "You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" I don't like 'im, but at least he put those two in their place.

"We… we didn't mean anything by it." The younger one apologizes.

"No. You didn't." Thorin growls "You know nothing of the world." I saw the dwarven king walk into view. He stood, brooding, over looking the cliff and the sea of trees below.

"It's alright laddie." An older dwarf says, appearing by the fire. "Thorin has more reason than most to hate orc." And I don't hear what he says after that, cause then my ears started pickin' up a different sound. A kind of scratchy sound. Like hard wood bein' scraped over stone. Quietly as I could, I dropped down from my branch and started along the ground towards where I thought the sound was comin'. I grabbed my urgrosh from my back and held it ready as I crept forward, brandishing the axe side as my first strike. Turnin' the corner I came upon an orc scout creepin' around. He squeaked in fear at the sight of me then went silent. I brought my blade back up and hung it on my back again. I grabbed the orc's limp body and began draggin' it back around towards the fire. Maybe this would prove my worth.

"And the pale orc." I heard the hobbit ask. "What happened to him?"

"He slunk back into the hole he came from." Thorin answered. "That filth died of his wounds long ago." Then all heads turned to me as I entered. The body wasn't exactly quiet. No one said a word as I threw it to the ground in front of Oakensheild. He raised a questioning eye at me.

"I found this lurkin' around." I explained simply. "Ain't it funny how such a helpless, innocent, young girl such as myself" I started, my voice drippin' with sarcasm. "Was able to find and kill this thing before any of you did?" Some of the company looked slightly impressed, others motioned for me to watch my tongue. "He was headin' back to warn his master no doubt." I mused. "Now wouldn't that be a problem?" I realized I had pushed it too far. He was never goin' to back down now.

"What is it you want?" He asked finally, eyebrows low.

"I want to know how many times I'll have to save your sorry hides before you realize I can fend for myself?" I asked, starting to get a little angry. "Let me join you on this quest! I don't need no gold nor silver. I just want to help you fight."

"Fighting just for bloodlust has no honor. Why do you want to fight?" Thorin asked, still seeming like he could spit fire.

"I want to prove myself." I declared. "To my mother. My father." I hissed the last word out. "And to anyone who ever dared told me I wasn't good enough." My eyes stared back at Thorin defiantly, feeling as though he could see the fire burnin' in my eyes. We stared down each other for what seems like forever. Though I'm more staring up cause he's much taller than me. Then, finally he speaks.

"Very well, Laurëel daughter of Paulina." He says, though I know he don't like it. "You may join us." With that he turns away as the rest of the company cheers enthusiastically. I feel as though I've just won the greatest battle in the world. I see that wizard staring at me in the back, an amused smile on his face. Soon many of the dwarves started pattin' me on the back and rufflin' my hair, though the braids don't make that too easy. And I sat down at the fire proudly; cause I know what I did ain't easy. I didn't ask for food though cause that would make me seem like I did it out of desperation instead of for my honor. But the one in the funny hat must have heard my stomach makin noises cause he discreetly handed me on of those apples that looked so good earlier. I found myself a nice position against the rocks and munched on the apple as I fell asleep. I had earned my rest today.

YAY! She's finally part of the company! Though that's just the first step. *sigh* why must dwarves be so thick? Please review if you liked it or have any comments/suggestions! *squeals in delight* I am having way too much fun with this.