The Dwarf's Hobbit
I only own Belinda! Her travel clothes are on DeviantArt.
Ch.3
Waking up before any of the dwarves in the morning, Belinda stretches out her body with a yawn. She slowly gets out of bed, tripping over her blanket and face-planting into the ground, "...ow…" She sits up and shakes the sleep away, "Well, that's one way to wake up…."
She looks out the window and then remembers the quest. "Crap!" She quickly gets off the floor and start to change out of her sleepwear, and into her travel clothes she picked out yesterday. She hurries out of her room when done, but stops when she notices everyone but Gandalf is still sleeping. She blinks and lets out a half relieved and half annoyed sigh.
"Hello, Belinda. Glad to see you're awake" Gandalf says, smoking his pipe.
"Hi" Belinda says, not bothering to say good morning, remembering the weird conversation the two had when she said that yesterday. Do you have any idea what they like for breakfast?"
"I'm sorry, I do not. Just improvise" Gandalf says. Belinda sighs and starts making breakfast.
"I did not know you had pets" Gandalf remarks, watching as Belinda gives some food to her hounds.
"The power of being a daddy's girl" she says, petting the two dogs. She finishes breakfast, grabbing an apple for herself. "Are they still asleep?"
"I do believe so" the wizard nods.
"Good, I have some things to do before we leave" the she-hobbit says, heading to a closet.
"And what would that be?"
"Oh, just a little precaution for when I'm gone" Belinda smirks, before heading outside with a post.
While she's gone, one by one, the dwarves wake up. "Where is the hobbit?" Thorin asks, sounding mad, walking over to him.
"She went out. She will be back soon" Gandalf says, giving the dwarf king a look. He huffs and grabs a plate of food before the others inhale it all. Gandalf looks out the window, hearing a thumping noise, and sees Belinda hammering a post in her yard. When she's done, she comes back inside and raises an eyebrow at the dwarves, who haven't noticed her, as they are too busy stuffing their faces.
She sits next to Gandalf, who nods at her.
"What did you do?" he asks curiously. Thorin eavesdrops on them, rather curious as to what the female hobbit was up to, not that he'd admit it.
"Hmm? Oh, I just asked my neighbor to house sit for me, as well as put up a sign notifying the others that I won't be home for a while" she says, waving him off. She watches Fili and Kili, trying to be discreet, feed the hounds some scraps under the table in amusement.
She whistles and the two dogs rush over to their owner. She starts rubbing their ears and petting them. She lifts one of their heads to her and talks in a babying tone, "You two are gonna protect Bag End like good boys, aren't you? Aren't you?" She nuzzles them, "YOu btoh are gonna make sure Lobelia doesn't even think about stealing from me, are ya? Yes you are, yes you are. Ooh, good boys, mommy's gonna miss you. Yes she is. She'll be back as soon as she can."
"Must you talk to them like that? And don't say you'll be back. You might die, I hope you know" Thorin asks, annoyed.
The two hound dogs growl at the dwarf, not appreciating the way he's talking to their mother. Belinda glares at him, before going back to her dogs, "It's ok. Just ignore the grumpy, pompous dwarf. He just doesn't understand us. But don't worry, mommy promises to come back. No matter what the mean dwarf says."
Thorin rolls his eyes with a quiet groan as his nephews snicker.
About an hour later, everyone is setting up to leave. Thorin eyes the sign Belinda put up earlier, as Gandalf reads it amused.
Going on an adventure
Be back whenever
Nobody is allowed entry, except for Hamfast Gamgee
P.S Lobelia, I swear if I find out that you've stolen even the smallest of items from my home, I will sick my hound dogs on you and let them tear you limb from limb! And trust me, I will know.
"So, how are we travelling?" Belinda asks, ignoring the looks the dwarfs gave her after reading the post.
"Ponies" Thorin gives a short reply, handing her the reigns to one.
"This is Myrtle" Kili says, petting Belinda's pony.
"Hello Myrtle. I think we'll get along just fine" Belinda says, petting her nose. Myrtle snorts and bobs her head.
"Hurry up!" Thorin calls from the front of the group.
Belinda growls under her breath as they ride through the woods.
"If he tells us to hurry up one more time, I'll sick my dogs on him later" she mutters to Gandalf.
"So, Ms. Boggins." Kili says, as both he and his brother ride back to the hobbit, "What exactly do Hobbits do?"
"First of all, it's Baggins, not Boggins. And even then I'm more Took than I am Baggins. Anyway, it depends on the family. Most live in the comfort of their home. You know, interacting with friends inside the Shire and never leaving. While a few Hobbit families have been known to wander off for adventure" Belinda says.
"What's a Took?" Fili asks.
"That's the family my mother belonged to. She married my father, who was a Baggins, though no one understood how they fell for one another" Belinda says, scrunching her eyebrows in thought.
Gandalf looks at all the dwarves, and notices some of them listening in on the trio's conversation.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the Baggins family were one of the respectable hobbit families. The ones who never left the Shire, and the Took family was, is, one of the most adventurous, outgoing hobbit families out there. In fact, you guys remind me of my Took cousins. That's why no one suspected that my mom and dad would ever end up together. And now you should understand why I quickly agreed to going on this quest."
"What happened to your parents?" Fili asked.
Belinda fell silent and Gandalf smacked the back of his head with his staff.
"Ow!" Fili exclaims, rubbing his head.
"Do not talk about them" Gandalf orders quietly.
"No, no. It's ok Gandalf. My mother got extremely sick during the fell winter. She, she didn't make it. And after she passed, my father followed, though most of the hobbit, myself included, believe he died of a broken heart."
When she finished explaining, silence befell onto the group.
"I'm sorry for your loss" Kili says, frowning at the ground.
"It-it's ok" Belinda says, blinking away tears. She refused to give Thorin another reason to think her weak.
"We make camp here" Thorin orders, as the sky turned dark.
Belinda looks around and notices that they're camping near the edge of a cliff.
A couple hours later, most of the dwarves are asleep. As Gloin sleeps, tiny insects get sucked into his mouth every time he inhales, and they expel when he exhales. Belinda looks at this in slight amusement, but mostly disgust. She notices that Fili and Kili, along with Balin and Gandalf, are awake. She also notices Thorin trying to sleep, but not having any luck.
She walks over to her pony and feeds her an apple. She pets her nose, "Hello Myrtle. That's a good girl."
She jumps when she hears a scream sound through the air. She hurries back to the group, a little worried.
"What was that?" she asks, looking around.
"Orcs" Kili says. Thorin jumps awake from dozing off at the word.
"What are orcs?" Belinda asks.
"Throat-cutters. There'll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them" Fili answers.
"They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep" Kili adds on to his brother, "Quick and quiet; no screams, just lots of blood."
Belinda looks at them with a worried expression and the two start laughing.
"You think that's funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin asks, upset.
"We didn't mean anything by it" Kili replies, guiltily.
"No, you didn't. You know nothing of the world" Thorin walks to the edge of the cliff and looks out over the valley. Balin walks over to the trio.
"Don't mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of orcs lead by the most vile of all their race: Azog, the Defiler. The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King. Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner, or killed, we did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us. That is when I saw him: a young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armor rent...wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. Azog, the Defiler, learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied and drove the orcs back. Our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast, no song, that night, for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived. And I thought to myself then, there is one I could follow. There is one I could call King." By the end of it, all the dwarves had woken up, and were looking at Thorin in awe. Thorin walks between them and the fire.
"But the Pale Orc? What happened to him?" Belinda couldn't help but ask.
"He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago" Thorin says.
Belinda notices Gandalf look a little uneasy and starts to have some suspicion. But, being too tired, she ignores it and lies down. Then she slowly falls asleep.