Authors Notes: I forgot to say that this story will mostly follow the movies with a little of the book added. This story is also slightly AU but not too much AU. Please Review. Also the dwarves are a little bit taller than what they are depicted in the movies.

P.S. This is a short chapter sorry issues with my muse. (Hopefully she's gone and wizened up a bit for the next chapter. Fickle little thing. ;p)

"Italics in quotes" = Telepathic communication

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC

One's Are a Fickle Thing - Chap.4

Sauruna – POV

Last night was hell. The night terrors that I had thought had stopped happening popped up and reared their ugly heads with a great vengeance. What I don't understand is how I calmed down from them without having to wake up? All I remember is a deep melodic voice singing sadly about dwarves and dragon fire. This kind of thinking is too hard this early in the mourning best to leave it for when I am on the road. I should go check if Bilbo has everything he needs, don't want him to slow me down because he forgot something now do I. 'Heh.' I of course only have the clothes that were on my back when he found me. At least when I get to Bree I'll be able to pick up some important items, maybe I'll get to visit some old friends as well. Yeah, that would be nice they always like having visitors.

The smell of toast and eggs drifted through the air and made its way to my nose. I was still full from the blood that I had had last night, but it would not be wise for me to go out on a journey with Bilbo not having at least quenched my thirst. It would also be wise for me to collect an emergency pack of herbs that I could eat in lieu of having to drink blood. Slipping on my jacket I made my way to the most likely place Bilbo was to be; in the kitchen. Stepping into the room instead of it being just the hobbit and myself, there was also thirteen dwarrow and a wizard mingling about having their breakfast. Only one out of the entire group seemed to notice my presence, but it was not who I was expecting to detect my attendance. My fiery gaze met the icy gaze of that of the dwarf who had aggravated me so last night. He seemed different from when I last saw him, almost as though something had dimmed the fire of his arrogance.

'cough' "How are you this morning Miss Flamesinger? I know you may not like this, but because we are all traveling to the same place we believed that it would beneficial to travel together. I would also like to apologise for being so rude to you last night. If you would allow me I would like to start over anew and maybe perhaps form some kind of amicable understanding with you." Whoa, what's with the change of attitude and why does he want to be friends with me?

"I am doing well Master Oakenshield, and I may not like traveling with you and your kin, but if it makes the journey to Bree less difficult then I can put up with it."

Moving for the door I sent a small message to Bilbo telling him where I was going and what I was doing as well as giving him consent to give them information about me as long as it did not encroach to much into my personal privacy. A small spark of recognition was all I got in response from the hobbit; seeing this as his acceptance of my decision I left the house to begin my preparations.

Thorin – POV

I knew the exact moment she was awake; her being my one and the fact that we came into physical contact meant that I could, and to some extent, feel her emotions and sense where she was physically in relation to myself. Sensing her coming down the hall I turned my attention to where she would appear and watched as she came into my view. Now that she was actually wearing clothes I could see how imposing she truly was. She met my icy gaze with her scorching fire eyes, not once did her sight waver from me as I quickly and sincerely apologized to her and explained that we would be accompanying her and the Master burglar to Bree. Nor did her regard falter when she responded, after giving me a reluctant answer she turned and left the room.

Where was she going, she had yet to have anything to eat for breakfast, I turned to Master Baggins for an explanation on what was going on. Seeing my apparent bewilderment, the burglar stopped his preparations of our meal and pulled up a chair to the table and sat down with a tired sigh. "Miss Flamesinger is gathering important supplies that she needs for her… self. Ah, I myself find it difficult to understand at times as to why she needs these things. They quite frankly relate to her specific dietary needs. You need not worry she does eat regular food it's just sometimes her body needs more that what normal food can give her."

"If she has some kind of illness she should tell Oin of what her needs are so that he may know what to do if she gets hurt. Right?" Her apparent eating issues only made my curiosity grow as to what she was. "Master Baggins I thought you did not feel as though you had the right to tell us of Miss Flamesinger?" The hobbit stiffened at my question and wriggled his nose in contemplation.

"To your first question, she can be a bit withdrawn from others and it is only when they have earned her respect and utter trust does she reveal anything about herself. Luckily I gained her trust and respect relatively quickly which is rare for her, and the reason I have told you these things about her is because she gave me consent to do so." It seems that she does not open up to people easily, this will be difficult to find out if she feels that I am her one. Just because she is my one does not mean that I am hers.

By the time we had cleaned up our meal and Master Baggins home as well as having packed the ponies, Miss Flamesinger had returned from where ever she had gone with nothing more than a small satchel upon her person. Did she not have anything else, where were her spare clothes, bed roll and weapon? She did not look at all prepared for any type of journey; though maybe she was going to get most of her supplies in Bree. We all mounted our ponies and horse in the case of the wizard starting off I noticed that Miss Flamesinger did not have a horse to ride.

"Miss Flamesinger where is your horse?" I asked as she walked ahead of us.

"I have no need of one and even if I did the beast would be too afraid to allow me to ride it. Have you not noticed how your ponies shy away from me?" Minty nickered and snorted in fear beneath me, shifting uneasily away from Sauruna. The ponies as well as Gandalf's Rohan mare gave her an exceptionally wide birth creating a somewhat formed circle around her. I wanted to know why they acted this way to her but she had already walked away from us to the road. This was to be a very long day.