Oops… another late update, though admittedly not as late as the last one. Anyway, as I said in the previous chapter, this is probably my favorite one so far. So I do hope you'll enjoy it! To:

everyone who reviewed, favorites, and/or followed - Thank you so much! You guys know that you're the ones who keep me from wondering if anyone even likes my writing, so thanks!

the Oz Meister and Jen Baas- Thanks so much for reviewing! You were the only one who reviewed the last chapter, so this one is dedicated to you!

I do not own Percy Jackson or The Hobbit.

HOWEVER! THIS IS IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ! The song that the dwarves sing in this chapter was written by me! Please do not use it in another fic unless you've asked me and I've given you permission! If I do let you, there will be requirements following this arrangement. Also, there is sort of/not really a use of cursing in the song. You'll see.

Olympian Dwarves: Chapter Four

Ori and Apollo

Ori hummed along to Bofur's song as they walked, the lyrics drifting through his mind as the dwarves sang the chorus.

And as they walked the roads of the southern lands,
Instruments in hand,
They sung the songs of their forefathers,
A jolly, merry band.

What Ori didn't know, however, was that a certain god was watching him. And that god wanted to have some fun.

Apollo frowned. All of the dwarves were singing except for two, and he knew Thorin was a favorite of a god or goddess (he wasn't sure who), so he couldn't mess with him. That left the dwarf with the cardigan, who was only humming. Ori, he thought his name was. Apollo shrugged, and then got to work.

The dwarves, Gandalf, and Bilbo had all come to terms that Ori would only ever hum or softly sing a song, never singing as loud and outlandishly as most of the other dwarves (even after having more ale than he probably should have), so they were really quite surprised when he broke out singing as loud as he possibly should.

So Davin went a tumbling, curving through the grass.
He went on tumbling, kept on rolling,
And landed on his ass.

Now that ass went on running, never stopped to ponder
Just why the dwarf upon his back
Was there instead of yonder.

It was at that moment that the dwarves realized why the singing was louder. They were astonished to find Ori singing - let alone that he was cursing, though it wasn't really cursing - and they all stopped and stared.

Ori himself was looking puzzled as to why he was singing, but he couldn't stop. His mouth was moving and it was his voice coming out, but he wanted to stop!

To Apollo's amusement, the dwarves decided to keep singing, no doubt thinking Ori had decided to finally come out of his shell. He kept it up for three straight hours.

Okay, so as you can see, the 'ass' in the song is really the dwarf's donkey. Again, please don't use the song unless you've asked, I gave you permission, and I've explained the agreement!

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed, and who's excited about The Desolation of Smaug?!

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