I DON'T OWN THE HOBBIT!


CHAPTER 7:

Zorin and Bilbo's truth. (Warning: this chapter mentions some murder themes.)


Thorin watched as Bilbo left, a strong tugging in his chest as the Hobbit disappeared. All the others simply sat in silence, looking to the ground with wide eyes.

"So... one of us is his..." Ori began, only to be silenced by a large hand on his shoulder.

"What do we..." Kili tried to speak but failed to find the words.

Dwalin looked over to his leader, wanting him to calm the other Dwarves. Thorin nodded, understanding the silent plea and stood up, gathering the attention of the others.

"We leave tomorrow, get some rest and make sure you're ready" Thorin spoke as though to children with his tone and volume. The others nodded silently before breaking away to absorb themselves in their own activities. The company leader left the aria, running after the Hobbit. Although he told himself it was to inform the Halfling of their departure time, he really wanted to make sure the boy he was OK.

Thorin found who he was looking for after a few minutes of searching, sitting on a white waterfall looking up at the sky.

"Mr Baggins..."

Bilbo looked over at Thorin, a small smile stretched across his face as black tears fell down his cheeks.

"What... are you... what is...?" Thorin gasped stepping back slightly. Bilbo tilted his head slightly before rising to his feet. The Hobbit began to walk forward towards the Dwarf while pulling out something from his pocket.

"You haven't changed at all..." Bilbo smiled sadly. Thorin jumped when his hand was wrapped around something cold. "Only you will really know when its time, Zorin". The small Hobbit whispered. Once again, Bilbo silently walked away, only this time, Thorin didn't follow. The shocked Dwarf looked down to his hand and stared at the golden scissors that rested their. A horrid feeling filled his mind, images of blood and the sound of screams filled his head as he fell to the floor.

"THORIN!" Dwalin ran towards his leader, slight panic in his eyes as he helped the Dwarf up. "What happened?!"

"I... found Bilbo..." Thorin leaned on Dwalin slightly for support as his legs wobbled.

"Did he hurt you?!"

"N...no." Thorin looked at the scissors again. "I think he... I'm..." Without finishing his words Thorin's mind when blank, followed by his vision as the Dwarf fell unconscious in a panicking Dwalin's arms.


Thorin opened his eyes and squinted at the bright sun that filled them. The smell of the sea filled his nose while the faint sound of singing surrounded him. The Dwarf figured he was lying down on wood and tried to sit up only to realize he couldn't move.

"What are you doin', Zorin?" Came a familiar voice.

"Bilbo?" Thorin had spoken without wanting and sat up also without wanting to.

"Where you hiding from your Da' again?" Bilbo chuckled as he reached out his hand that Thorin took and was pulled to his feet. Thorin mentally cursed as he realized he wasn't in control of his own body.

'Is this a memory? But who's? Wait, Bilbo said my name was Zorin so... I'm in Zorin's memory? Didn't Bilbo say that that person... killed...him? What's going on?'

Bilbo wrapped his arm around Zorins as he dragged the other away.

"Where are we going?" Zorin asked, his head tilting slightly to one side as he walked.

"I was thinking we could go to M..." Bilbo was interrupted by a Horrid screech that made cold sweat run down Zorins back. Not a moment later, the sky was filled with Dragons that seemed to mock those bellow it with their stares and shrieks.

Panic quickly surrounded Bilbo and Zorin as people screamed and ran in no particular direction. Zorin gasped before picking his companion up and followed suit, only with one particular destination in mind. Weaving down paths and jumping from boat to boat, screams ringing from all around. Zorin gasped slightly as the upper half of a woman landed in front of him, closely followed by a leg and spine.

"Z...Zorin, I'm scared." Bilbo cried as he was carried.

"Where nearly there, love. Don't cry." Zorin made one final jump and dive before stopping, gently putting Bilbo down on the ground and sighing.

"We'll be safe here as long as we stay awake."

"The school orchid?" Bilbo looked around with tearful eyes, and smiled slightly.

"You know the sealing song rite?"

Bilbo puffed out his chest and crossed his arms. "Of course I do! Who do you think I am?" The small creature lay back and took a deep breath before singing quietly. Instantly, the trees around him began to glow slightly, weaving their roots closer until they encased the two boys.

'I know this song... Bilbo sung it that night a while back...'

Zorin wrapped an arm around his companion and joined in singing, only out of boredom but sung louder as blood curdling screams broke through into their natural barrier, bringing tears to their eyes.

The two stayed like that for a long time only opening the seal when Bilbo fell asleep. Zorin was glad the other was asleep though for the scene that awaited them was that of Hell. Burning corpses littered the floor and the smell of putrid flesh filled the air.

"There are more over here!" Came a shrill voice as the two boys where surrounded by several other people, all blood covered and tired, some carrying unconscious children.

"Are you two hurt?"

Zorin shook his head, looking around at the others. "Only men and children? Where are the women?"

Sad looks were exchanged from person to person and the odd child silently began to cry. "All gone, eaten or ripped apart..." The mans voice was pain filled as he tightened his grip on the child in his arms.

"oh..." Zorin looked down before grabbing Bilbo, standing silently with the boy in his arms and following as the others began to walk away.

The group was silent as they moved, only stopping when they reached the lower fishing decks that were hidden by ropes and broken ships where more weeping children were stationed.

"What happened to the Dragons?" Zorin whispered to a near by man.

"Gone, Got bored and left" was the grumbled reply.

The rest of the day was spent in silence, Bilbo awoke and sat in Zorin's arms, stroking the others hands soothingly. Night came and went all too slowly and the morning brought the older men leaving in search of other survivors, some of whom never returned. Two days went by like this, only talking when asked something and only eating what you were given. Nothing of interest happened until five of the older boys began randomly screaming and laughing. They ran about, scaring the younger children until they jumped onto sharp fishing blades or off boxes and tangling themselves in rope, hanging themselves in a clumsy manor.

'What are they DOING?'

Bilbo stared open mouthed at the corpses in front of him, silent tears falling down his face.

"What just... . Zorin?" Zorin covered the others eyes before pulling him into a hug, watching as stunned men removed their dead companions from their precarious positions.

The rest of the day brought more surprise suicides and a murder or two until Zorin, Bilbo and another little girl were left hiding in the hull of a smaller ship, wondering if the last madman had died or not.

The younger girl was crying on the corner as Zorin patted her back.

"There there, Dwarla... Please don't cry..." Zorin whispered sadly.

"I'm going out to check! Look after her, wont you? Keep her safe?" Bilbo suddenly announced, standing up and heading to the exit.

"WHAT?! NO! Bilbo, What do you think your DOING!? If anyone goes out their it should be me! I'M THE OLDEST!" Zorin exploded.

Bilbo simply waved his arm and continued walking. "No, I'm the ONLY one who can go. Your to big and Dwarla's too young. I'm small enough to go around unseen. I wont go far so just look after Dwarla."

Zorin bit down a comment and sighed. "Very well"

"Promise you'll look after her! No coming after me!"

"Promise" Came Zorin's reply.

Zorin watched as Bilbo disappeared and sighed as he continued to pat Dwarla's back, then he felt it. A horrid ripping feeling in his chest as his mind suddenly felt numb.

'What's going on?'

A ghostly laugh escaped his lips that scared the little girl by him.

"Don't wary little one. I PROMISED, I'D PROTECT YOU!" Zorin moved his arm to a near by sewing box that lay open and broken on the floor, grabbing a pair of beautiful golden scissors.

Dwarla screamed as Zorin grabbed her, scissors raised high above his head in a striking position.

"YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO CRY AGAIN!"

'WHAT'S HE DOING! WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ZORIN?'

Blood covered the walls and floor as Dwarla fell limp, her head split and open. Zorin brought the scissors to his mouth and licked the blade, laughing as he dropped the dead child.

"Zorin, There's no o..." Bilbo paused as he entered the hull.

"What have you...?" The boy gulped, leaning down and grabbing a loose piece of wood that sat there. Hoping he wouldn't need it but not willing to take the risk.

Bilbo felt his stomach churn as he looked at the dead Dwarla.

"Whats wrong, love?" Zorin laughed happily as though at a party. Bilbo began to cry, anger filling his thoughts. Whoever was standing in front of him was no longer Zorin, it was a madman, just like all the others who had killed themselves or hunted others before him.

"WHY!? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HER! WHY!?" Bilbo began to shake as the tears fell.

"I did."

"HOW! YOU MURDERED HER!"

"Now she doesn't have to suffer anymore." Zorin laughed calmly while taking a step towards Bilbo.

"Ill protect you too. I promise! YOU WONT FEEL PAIN EVER AGAIN! YOU WONT EVER HAVE TO CRY OR BE SAD! I'LL PROTECT YOU!" With those maddened words, Zorin bolted forward and raised the scissors in his hand above his head once again in a striking position.

Bilbo screamed and ran. Dodging blades and fists alike until he found himself cornered on the deck, fear rushing through his veins.

"Don't worry, Love. It'll be over soon." Zorin smiled. Bilbo grabbed a piece of wood that stuck out of the floor and swung it, cutting Zorin in the chest.

The man looked disgusted at this before laughing hysterically."On second thought, The second last person of a great city should be Honored with the most painful death possible!" With those words Zorin pinned Bilbo down and rose his scissors.

'I DON'T WANT TO WATCH THIS!

Zorin slammed the blades down, landing square in Bilbo's left eye. A shrill scream escaped the small boys lips as he arched his back. Zorin laughed, opened the blades and pulled until a small eye rested in his hand.

"You really do have nice eyes, love. Oh-well".

Zorin opened his mouth and threw the eye in before focusing again on Bilbo. Moving his scissors to the others mouth and began to cut.

Bilbo screamed and screamed. Each one louder than the other until his eyes rolled back and he stopped altogether moving, breathing or living.

'What just... Bilbo?'

Zorin Laughed as he lifted half of Bilbo's head up and threw it away.

"So that's what the inside of your head looks like? I wonder what your heart looks like?" He laughed as he moved the now red scissors to Bilbo's chest.

'No more! I DON'T WANT TO WATCH THIS ANYMORE!'

"Your not Zorin..." Zorin stopped his cutting and looked up, eyes wide. The pale figure knelt down and picked up Bilbo's head, black tears falling from non existent eyes.

"But your dead! YOUR LYING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!" Zorin cried as the pale figure stepped forward. Bilbo's body vanished as the figure in front of Zorin began to colour, his face gaining character as clothes wrapped around his small frame.

"I want Zorin back!" The figure cried, raising its arm, revealing a strange silver sword. Zorin yelped as the blade pieced his chest as the figure in front of him whispered strange words in a pained voice. Zorins mind began to clear and he felt his heart lighten.

"Bilbo.. what have I...?"

Bilbo looked down and began to cry. "I'll take away your madness so don't worry. You'll get to start again, in a new place without your memories."

"What?" Zorin felt light and weak as his figure began to rise of the ground.

"Bilbo! WHATS GOING ON!" Zorin cried as his vision blurred.

"I love you. Please, live and be happy. Forget about me Zorin. May you always be safe." Were the last words Zorin herd before his vision went blank.

'Bilbo... loved Zorin?'

Zorin opened his eyes and felt confused. He had a feeling he had forgotten something really important just now, something that brought pain to his heart.

"Thorin, Dear!" Came a loud but beautiful voice.

"Coming Mother!" Thorin cried, he stood up and left the dark library he was in, a small white blade left laying on the floor.


That was hard to write. Brought shivers down my spine but GUESS WHAT! Thorin was Zorin all along! . Thanks for reading and please do review. I needs ta know how i'm doing.