Hello all,

I suck…like really suck…all I can say is sorry for the late posting and all I can blame is uni. Uni sucks…any uni students out there? If there are, what are you studying? I'm doing nursing/midwifery…its awesome but really hard…

Anyhow, the girls where left in an awkward situation last time..Gangnam style anybody? And thanks to the wonderful guest that suggested this little thing in the chapter…trust me, it's hilarious. Also the Bunda tribe is an actual tribe. Its my family tribe so awesome!

Also, I am going draw this story out. Its going to follow both the movie and book but I will add in some scenes that are not in both, just to make the story grow and get the characters to know each other a bit more. But it will stay true to the story but it will have my spin to it. I will have a another chapter up in a days time to make up for lost time...

Read and please review and love ya all!

Chapter Four

"Ganam style?" mumbled Bilbo.

"Gang-nam style." Moya slowly pronounced.

"Gangham Style?" Bilbo tried again.

Moya shrugged. "Close enough."

Bilbo shook his head. "What is this Gangnam style?"

We all stared at each other, clueless as to what to say. Gangnam style was a dance but what kind of dance?

"It's our tribal dance." Tamika blurted out. We all stared at her.

"Really?" Bilbo questioned.

Tamika nodded. "Yeah, it's traditional dance of our people. You see, where we come from, we are the Durrabillum Bunda tribe and this is our dance. It symbolizes fertility courtship." I groaned whereas the girls could only stare in shock.

Bilbo smiled. "Well, that is excellent. Can you show me?"

Tamika mumbled. "Oh I can't dance it very well. But Moya can."

Moya gave Tamika a look that could kill. Anna sniggered under her breath and I could not help but to snigger quietly at the the thought of Moya doing the Gangham Style dance. She could dance if her life depended on it.

Moya sighed and gave her phone to me. She then took a deep breath and started to sing.

'Opa Gangnam Style!'

She danced the first few steps of the dance and I tried to contain my laughter. I could see the Tamika and Anna were too, trying hard not to laugh. Bilbo seemed confused at the dance was enjoying the way Moya was dancing.

'Hey, Sexy Lady!'

Moya ended the dance with the horse step and stopped. "That's all I remember. I'm sure that there are other steps but that's all for now."

Bilbo smiled. "Absolutely wonderful! You are a splendid dancer!"

Moya nodded. "Thanks…Don't mention it."

"If you are done dancing around and wasting valuable time, I suggest you all make your way back to the camp." A gruff voice angrily said. We all looked in the direction of the voice and standing behind Bilbo was Thorin. I sighed and looked the girls. Bilbo smiled at us, as if he too shared the mutal feeling about the stubborn dwarf. Thorin looked around at all of us before resting his eyes on me and they narrowed, as if I was the that was responsible for the delay. I stared back, not to be intimidated by him.

After what it feel like years, I scoffed. "You know what, take a picture. It lasts longer. Come on guys."

Moya grabbed the water pouches as Tamika, Anna and Bilbo started to walk back to the camp. Moya smiled at me as she walked past and I followed her. As I walked past Thorin, a firm hand grabbed my arm.

"You do well to know your place. If you are who you say you are and this is not just some trap to stop our journey, you do well to know where you stand." Thorin muttered to me. Moya stopped and turned around and gasped.

I scoffed. "Or what? It's off with my head? Look, my family is not here not here to trap anything or disturb whatever journey you seem to be on. We're brought here by some fucked up way or person that's probably having a laugh about this and we know nothing. I couldn't care less about your journey. I just want to find some way back home. So forgive me if I seem to be out of place. My father taught that to give respect you have to earn it and so far you've done nothing to earn my respect so why should give it to you? So if you don't mind, let go my arm, sir."

Thorin stared at me and I could tell he wanted to say something but instead, he let go of my arm. I shook my head and walked to Moya. She looked at me wordlessly and started to walk with me. My heart was still racing and kept beating fast as we walked back to the camp.

We arrived at the camp and already everyone had set up Bofur was cooking over a campfire that had been set up, Kill and Filli were tending to the ponies, as the rest of the dwarves were either standing around or sitting. The tough looking one, Dwayne or Dwalin his name is, was standing, leaning against a tree, as if to keep watch. Gandalf was sitting on a rock and he smiled at me as I walked over to sit with him. Moya sat next to me as Tamika and Anna sat on the ground near the fire.

"Took you long enough with the water. What was the delay?" Dwalin demanded to know.

"Dancing, they were dancing." Thorin told him.

Filli and Killi looked over at us and stared. "Dancing."

Moya looked down at her feet as Tamika and Anna smiled. I stared at Thorin and shook my head again. This guy was really getting me on my nerves and the girls knew I had a short temper.

Filli walked over to us. "What kind of dance?"

"A fertility dance called Gangham Style. Miss Moya was brave enough to dance the dance. Apparently it's a traditional dance of their tribe. Um, Durranga Punda tribe?" Bilbo said, looking at me.

I groaned, "Close enough Bilbo. It's Durrabillum Bunda Tribe." Bilbo nodded and I looked over to Moya who had concentrated on a leaf that was on the ground. She began scooping up the dirt with the leaf and letting fall. Well, at least she was doing something to avoid the situation.

Gandalf cleared his throat. "Tell me about your tribe, Miss Kira. It's a strange name. I don't think I have heard of it in all my years." All the dwarves looked at me to answer his question.

I smiled. "Where we come from, we're classed as Aboriginal, Indigenous, if you will. We are part of great culture, a long standing culture actually. We have holidays such as NAIDOC and others and we have stories like the DreamTime and the land."

"But we're treated differently, just like we're being treated differently here." Tamika spoke up. She was looking at the fire with a look on her face. Those who were listening all stared at her. "You see, we're also judged because of our skin colour. Where we come from, the majority of our country is white, and as you can see we have black skin, well except Kira who is little lighter in skin colour than us but she still classed as black. But we're judged everyday because of that. We're called names and put situations that hurt us. Some white Australians, they don't accept us and think that we're nothing. You hear stories and you read about how it was in the past for Indigenous people and you think why? Why do they do this to us? Take us away from our home and leave us with heartache? Sure we've gained things but we've had things taken from us too. Because we're different. Being different sucks."

I sighed, sharing her pain. Moya looked me and we both got up and walked to Tamika, sitting down next her. She smiled at me. I looked around at the dwarves who were looking at us as if they felt sorry and as if they knew what we were going through. I looked at Thorin, who was staring at me with a look on his face. It wasn't a 'You don't belong here' look, it was a 'I know how you feel' look.

"It seems that is a story for you tell us another day perhaps. You will have to tell us the stories of the Dreamtime." Gandalf suggested.

"Gandalf, - " Thorin began and I scoffed.

"Not now Thorin. Didn't you hear the girl? We may not know much about them but it's a start." Gandalf interrupted. I smiled at Gandalf and mouthed 'thanks' to him.

"Food is ready!" Bofur announced.

I laughed at the dwarf's cheery manner. Although, it was much, I knew that we were going to be okay. For now at least.

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