Chapter Nine

Author's Note- Sorry for it taking so Long I've been busy with the school year wrapping up.

Lyra was getting ready to strangle Thorin, he truly believed that Bilbo was nothing but a coward inside and out. He knew nothing of Bilbo. Before long Lyra found herself over to Thorin and had punched him.

"You Bloody idiot. You know nothing about Bilbo. He is a Hobbit, his race isn't made for battle like men, elves or even you dwarfs." Lyra shouted at the Dwarf to be King.

"Quite! Girl you weren't there when he had attempted to leave us in the cave. That Hobbit had been nothing but a burden since this journey started. He should have stayed back in his precious Shire." Thorin yelled at her, his hand ready to draw his sword.

"He was probably sick of you dwarfs treating him like nothing but the dirt off your boots. Like he was nothing but dead weight. He's no warrior but he is the bravest Hobbit to ever come out of that Shire and I'm going to make sure he goes home in one piece and alive" Lyra nearly snarled. "So Thorin Oakenshield is this going to be the King you are going to be? One who leaves people behind just because they are not warriors."

With what the young witch told them their were a mixture of anger and shock, and for some guilt at realizing just how they had treated the Hobbit. While their pride wouldn't let it they knew that Lyra was right they treated Bilbo awfully.

To Lyra they at least had the decency to look guilty.( Well all but Thorin still saw himself as right)

" It matters not! Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it! He's thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door! We will not be seeing our Hobbit again. He is long gone. It seems that we have to rely on Evans and her magic to get the Arkenstone." Thorin spat resulting in Lyra giving him another punch. But unlike the other one this one was accompanied by a loud snap.

Lyra quickly pulled her arm back as she felt the bones in her hand snap like sticks. She did not expect that and from the looks of the dwarfs they did not either

"No he isn't" a familar voic said, Lyra's head snapped to the side and she nearly squealed with joy. Bilbo!

"You're okay!"

"He's not the one." a new voice said from Bilbo's direction.

Step away from one of the trees, Lyra's eyes widen in surprise at the person who step out from behind one of the large wood oaks. The man had brown hair kinda long but messy and dirty as well what looks the stubble for what could become a beard, and some slightly familar clothing and symbols. The symbols of Hufflepuff, and Hogwarts.

She knew exactly who this was.

"About I found you Diggery"