I don't own the hobbit series.
And the Wonderland I'm using is my own inspired by books and games based off of Alice in Wonderland.
Annabel Devin and other OCs are mine.
A new chapter will be posted every Friday in the afternoon.
"Words" - Orcish? Is that what Orc language is called?
What Little Logic...
It Is To Cry Over Loss.
Bilbo's POV:
I looked back to Rivendell.
"Master Baggins. I suggest you keep up. Lady Annabel will join us soon." Thorin spoke. I looked to him and nodded. I gave one last look to the last Homely House east to the sea. Only to see something. I squinted.
"What's that?" I called to the others behind me. I heard rushed steps of the others.
"What is that?" Asked Ori.
"I don't know." Answered Dori. That's when the thing started to tale shape of a person. I person I and the company of Dwarves knew.
Annabel's POV:
"Annabel?!" Bilbo cried out as the others made noises of surprise as they watched saw me fly to them. Only to stop a foot of two from them and just float in front of them and smile with my feline friend and things in my hands.
I smiled.
"Hello. Sorry it took me so long." I said as I felt Cheshire's body shake slightly from chuckling.
"What? Never seen a flying woman before?" Cheshire mocked the stunned, slacked jaws Hobbit and Dwarves. They only shook their heads left and right.
"Come now. Let's go. I'll explain when I am on the ground." I said Not waiting for a reply I flew past the others that hadn't seen me and heard them gasp in surprise like the others.
"So you have multiple forms depended on your emotions." Kili repeated me. As we walked. I nodded.
"Yes."
"Since you can do that. Why did you never do that before." Fili asked.
"Because it can be dangerous. Let's say I become furious. Then horns will grow from my head head, my skin will take a slightly different color, I will grow splotches of iron scales that cover my vital area and claw hands. I will also breath fire-"
"Like a Dragon." Kili said with excitement.
"Yes, like a Dragon. I also gain a tail that can lift ten times my weight, my senses become stronger, I become stronger then a hundred strong men." I spoke.
"That sounds amazing. What could be the down side to that?" Kili said happily.
"The control." I said. Kili, Fili, and those who were listening looked to me perplex. "We Wonderlanders have great control over our emotions at first. But it's when you let the emotion fill, consume you. You... you have a great chance to lose control, lose your mind to the emotion. You... you only feel that emotion till you can feel others." I explained.
"You become that emotion till you are able to calm down. To take control again." Thorin elaborated. "That's why you seem so calm. Even when your showing other emotions." He concluded.
"You are correct Thorin." I answered. "So if I take the form of my fury I could become dangerous to others if I don't keep control. Which gets harder the longer I stay in that form." I informed.
It was a silent walk for a moment.
"Would you allow that happen here." Thorin's voice spoke beside me.
"Allow what?" I asked without looking forward.
"To loses control on this journey?" He elaborated. I sputtered a laugh.
"Ha, Why would I ever need to do that?" I now looked down at the Dwarf prince. "If I needed to use that, then you wouldn't be making it so safe for us." I half-lied with sincerity. I was lying about it being very safe. But I wasn't lying about how he made this journey just safe enough. I haven't been scratched by anything trying to kill me. So I call that safe. "If you want me to ever transform then you shouldn't be protecting me so well." I said lightly as I turned my attention back to the front. I swear I saw him smile just a tine-tiny bit as we continued to walk.
After a few days of sunny travels and grassy landscapes, it began to pour on us as we we walked the side of a slippery mountain. My red, gold trim cloak did little to keep me and Cheshire - who now hid in my abyss bag - dry as the rain had soaked through it.
I followed behind Thorin. Barely hearing him through the down pour, even though he was right in front of me.
I heard Bilbo cry out. I wiped my head around hoping he had not fallen down. I saw him being pressed against the rocky wall by Dwalin. I realest a sigh of relief after learning he was okay. Probably a little shaken-up but okay.
I shrieked when my right foot slipped, causing me to almost fall to my death. Only to feel a strong grip on me stop me from falling. I look up to see Thorin holding onto me. I looked at his steel-blue eyes with worry in my eyes and fear in the pit of my stomach.
"Hold onto the wall!" He shouted over the rain. Placing my left hand on the slippery hard, bumpy, surface. "I don't need you falling to your death!" He shouted with a strange softness - though he was shouting - to his voice. I threw the thought out of my mind and down the mountain so I could nod numbly. It was probably my imagination anyways. "We must find shelter!" Thorin called to everyone.
"Look Out!" Dwalin shouted as a piece of mountain came flying through the sky and hitting only a few feet above us.
I pressed myself against the wall as if it would suck me in and protect me as the pieces fell around me and the others.
"This is no thunderstorm! It's a thunder battle! Look!" Balin spoke as we looked to the Rock Giant as it took a piece of mountain.
"Well bless me. The legends are true. Giants! Stone Giants!" Shouted Balin in amazement. The Giant with the piece of mountain then threw it at another Rock Giant that appeared from behind us
"Of all the things Middle Earth had to share with Wonderland. It had to be angry, battling Rock Giants!" I shouted angrily.
I pushed myself against the wall - even hard this time -, to the point I might have a light bruise on my whole back as pieces of the already small path grew smaller and smaller. The tip of my boot was just starting to peak from the edge.
A groan could be heard as I saw us moving without walking. I looked up to see that we were standing on a Giants legs. With half of us on one and the other half on the other leg. When the Giant began to rise, he was head butted by the other. Send him - I'm assuming it's a he - falling back down. I screamed, then huffed when I and the others around me as we were shook and jostled ruffly about from the impact. We soon ran off its leg and onto a - hopefully - none living rock formation.
I huffed as I used Thorin as pull up. To which he pulled my dazed self up onto my knees. I could feel a strong sense of fear as I felt my body change to accommodate my emotion. My was becoming - instead of a mess of tangled curls - a tangled mess of sharp, choppy hair that went into different lengths. I saw my skin begin to take a dark purple, with - almost black - lines that spontaneously went jagged ever so often take form. I realized then that I was beginning to take form of my fear, when I felt a thin, prickly tail that matched the color of my changing skin that had a knife shaped end to it appeared. I looked at my - now purple - hands and watched as black claws began to grow in place of nails.
I tried keeping myself calm by telling myself that I and everyone around are fine. But ever part of me - but that tiny voice I was so desperately trying to listen to -, from what I saw to what I felt knew I was wrong about being safe. We are not safe, we are going to die; those were the loudest strongest words that went through me.
But what I think took the cake of what made me afraid was when the Giant that had the other on it still had punched one the others, only to be hit square the face and send his head flying and crash into the rock wall above us. But it wasn't the falling ruble that made me completely afraid. It was when I watched said headless Giant's leg that held the other half of the company crash into the wall in front of us.
"No!" Me and Thorin screamed as we watch the Giants leg leave the wall and reveal no Dwarf or Hobbit standing on it.
We moved quickly to see if they were alive. I sighed in relief as I saw all the Dwarves - a little dizzy and bruised - on the rocky platform. But there was no Hobbit.
"Where's Bilbo?" Bofur voiced my concern as I looked through the pile of Dwarf for one sweet Hobbit. "Where's the Hobbit?!" Bofur pointed to the cliffs edge. Where I saw little figures peaking from the edge.
"Get him!" I shouted as I quickly - as possible without slipping - to the edge. Ori and Bufor tried to reach but it seemed he fell even further down and out of their reach.
I pulled Thorin back when I saw him about to hang from the ledge to reach him.
"He's my responsibility! Not yours!" I shouted to him as I used my changed form to latch myself to the edge with one of my unbreakable claws and stabbed my knife edge tail to the stone wall for extra precaution as I used my left hand to grab onto Bilbo's arm and used my left wing - though useless in this storm for flight it was good for one thing - to protect Bilbo from the storm and give him better room to breath as heave him up and into Ori and Bofur's hands. I felt the rock my nails were barred into began to crack. Just when the piece of rock had no more gripe to the ledge and I was about to fall to my death. Only to have my wrist engulfed in a familiar death grip.
Thorin - and with the help of Dwalin - heved me onto solid ground so I could rest on my knees to calm my self. My wings had disappeared, but my skin only fade to a lighter shade of purple and my tail and claws did not disappear.
I felt Dwalin pat me on the back.
"Good job lassie, I almost thought we lost our burglar." Dwalin said to me. I felt Bilbo's eyes on me till they moved to Thorin.
"He's been lost, ever since he left home. He should of never had come. He has no place amongst us." Thorin said hotly before he walked to a crevasse in the wall and looked in for a moment before looking back to me and Dwalin. "Dwalin." Thorin called as the rest of us got up and followed close behind.
"Looks safe enough." Dwalin said as I came into the little cave with a wet Cheshire -He had apparently jumped out my bag and onto the ledge when we scrambled to the safer rock from the Giants leg - and stood beside Thorin. I needed someone that made me feel less like I was about to die. And after being saved from death a second ago with Thorin's help.
"Search the back. The cave in the mountain aren't always unoccupied." Thorin said as I handed Dwalin a sea-foam tetragonal crystal. The same one I wanted to use when I first meet the Dwarves back at Bilbo's home in the Shire. Dwalin looked through the back.
"Theirs nothin here." We sighed in relief at Dwalin's statement of there being no more excitement for now.
Gloin threw some wood he had broken and took from Rivendell.
"Right then. Let's get a fire started." Gloin said happily.
"No, no fires. Not in this place. Get some sleep. We start at first light." Thorin commanded.
"We were to wait in the mountains, until Gandalf joins us. That was the plan." Balin said.
"Plans change." Was all Thorin said "Bofur take the first watch." Thorin commended.
"Thorin." I called to the dark haired Dwarf softly. Thorin looked to me. I pointed to the far corner of the cave. "Can I speak to you over there?" I asked. He nodded and followed me to pointed corner.
"What's wrong." Thorin asked. He then looked over me quickly. "Did you get wounded." He asked - surprisingly - very worried.
"No, no, no, I'm fine. Just a few scratches and bruises. But -" I looked Thorin in his pretty eyes. "- are you okay. You'v acted more hot-headed and tense lately." I asked truly worried for our leader.
"No, I'm fine. Just tired." Thorin said as he ran his hands through his hair, only for it to get stuck in his black lock and have to wrench his hand out. His hair. An idea struck me.
"Your also tense." I sat on my knees to be closer to eye level. "I have an idea." He looked to me curiously.
"What idea?" He asked. I gestured for him to turn around. He only tilted his head questionably.
"Turn around and I will take care of your hair." I explained.
"My hair? I don't know how that would help?" He said. I sighed as I dug through my wet bag.
"Just come here and sit here." I said as I pointed to a rock with a flat surface that made it like a seat. Thorin only gave me a strange look before complying and sitting on the makeshift stool.
I soon found what I was looking for. A golden comb designed with a vines made of white jewels. I began to comb his hair and unclasp and unwind parts as I went. We were silent. The only noises of the others getting read to sleep, getting some food in their bellies and Thorin's sigh's and occasionally groans of the simple pleasure I was giving him. Ounce all the brushing was done, I had him turn to me so I could make the two braids that framed his face after I took care of the ornaments in the back. I was halfway done making his second braid when I looked him in the eyes.
His silver-blue eyes were staring intensely at me. Assessing me, studying. I looked away and focused on the last of the braid.
"You say that I protect you." I looked at Thorin when I heard - I almost missed it, he was so quiet - his sudden statement. I tipped my head in curiosity. "You told me when we rejoined out of Rivedell, that I was the one that protected you but it was you who was protecting me." He said.
"I don't understand?" I said.
"You saved me and the others from being eaten by Trolls"
"Gandalf and Bilbo helped too."
"But you made the light that turned the Trolls into stone. You watched my back as we were surrounded by Orcs."
"You watched mine too."
"You protected me from embarrassing myself by having an argument with your talking cat." I snorted a laugh as I finished his last braid. This seemed to make Thorin smirk.
"That would of been funny. You must admit." Thorin released a deep throaty chuckle
"Yes." Thorin agreed. A awkward silence fell on us. A click sounded as I clasped Thorin's braid to keep it the way I made it.
"Well... I'm done." I said as my hand smoothed down Thorin's now smooth, clean braid slowly. "Thank you for -" Thorin's hand grasping mine stopped me from speaking.
"Thank you for putting up with mine and the others stupidity and our insufferable pride as Dwarves and men." Thorin said. He's eyes looking deeply into mine. "You have the patience of a saint." Thorin finished. I felt my cheeks warm and flush at his intense stare and kind compliment.
"Th-th-thank you Thorin." I stuttered out (Good heavens! I haven't been this embarrassed since I was a child hundreds of years ago). I stood up quickly almost bashing my head against the celling. "I should go rest now." I said quickly and - just as fast as I spoke - left to get my bed ready.
I looked around me with confusion. I had no idea where I was. I never even heard of a place that can match this empty place. I looked around, trying to see through the dense mist. That was it mist and no seeable ground., though I was standing perfectly fine. I spun around. I felt alone. I felt afraid.
"Hello!" My voiced echoed. "I anybody there?" I asked hoping for a reply.
No one answered. My fear grew.
"Hello my darling." A familiar females voice spoke from behind. I spun around to see.
"Mother?!" I said when I laid eyes on my mother in all her glory.
People tell me I am beautiful. Which means my mother is stunning. We share the same hair color and skin as well as some of our feature. Mothers face is round with a pointed chin, thin wide lips, thick long lashes like mine, but soft features all the way; And wall my eyes are round and right out screaming innocents and naivety, hers were round and gentle and a stunning green - instead of my pale violet ones - with a kind and understanding look instead; Wall we share the same color - hers if not darker then mine - we do not share the same look besides that in hair, mine is thick and curly like fathers and long in length, hers is sleek, thick, and straight and only shoulder length; Wall I'm short and filled in more, my mother is tall and thin in body. She even has a kind personality to match her appearance.
My mother dress was a long, flowing, simple royal blue Victorian ballgown with silver - and hints of gold - designing the top of it. The skirt and sleeves - with fairly large slits on the sleeves for her arms - pooled at the nonexistent floor. Her intricate silver circlet with silver strings that created a veil that flowed down her shoulders and back, with matching blue jewels in it. At the back of her head - sprouting from the circlet - was thin silver bars that twisted, bended, and curved to creat the tree of life with more blue jewels hanging from its branches to represent the many worlds Wonderland is connected to.
My mother smiled to me in a way only my mother could.
"How are you my Jewel." Mother said, calling me by my childhood nickname. My eyes watered as I looked to my mother.
"Oh, mother." I whimpered as I ran to her ready to engulf in the strongest biggest hug I could muster. "I missed you so-" I stopped speaking when I reached her. Only for me to walk through her and stumble a bit. I spun to look at my mother that held a frown on her beautiful face. "Your not real. This is all a dream isn't it?" I said sadly.
"You of anyone in Middle Earth right now should know that a dream with a Wonderlander involved is neither dream or reality." My mother stated.
"I know. Just a part of me was hoping that this was real some how, some way." I said.
"Annabel. My Jewel. I have died."
"What?!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the place in between reality and dreams. "But-but, your The High Queen of Wonderland! You cannot just die!" I screamed fearfully. "Please tell me this is one of your terrible jokes mother. Please!" I begged as I walked to my mother. My eyes stinging with tears. Though I knew my mother was telling the truth, I just couldn't take it. I feel to my knees and weeped.
"Annabel." My mother's spirit said gently as she sat on her knees in front of me. "I am sorry that this is how you must know. But I am dead." She explained. I looked to my mother with blurred vision.
"Who killed you?" I asked, my voice a whimper. I know my mother could not die easily and she was far to healthy when I disappeared to have died from a sickness of some kind. She had to die by someone or something with her own intentions in mind when she did it.
"Your father. The Jabberwocky." Mother said simply. I looked to her with disbelief.
"WHAT!" I screamed louder then any time I could remember doing before in all the centuries I'v been alive. To the point my voice was already sore and scratchy when I spoke with disbelief. "My fathers been dead ever since I was a child! He could not be that monster! You would never marry - let alone fall in love - with that monster!" I screeched like a Banshee. Mother just stood there, like I was saying all of this calmly.
"But he is. When you were born he loved you so much that he would do anything for you." Mother said, reminding me of my memories of my father
My father; Alexander Devin was a handsome man. He had a natural thin build, with some muscle. His skin was a golden tan. He had strong features and sweet, happy violet eyes. It all was framed by dirty-blonde hair. Now when people see me then my almost six foot mother without my father, they would assume he'd be short. But he towered over my mother by a few inches - they then assume that I gained it from my grandmother Alice, a very short and dainty woman. It was said that he commonly wore colorful suits of royal colors accented by gold and splashes of white or black. They said it was because - both clothes and his colorful personality - he was the younger brother of the Mad Hatter.
But he died when I was a child. Eaten by the- by the Jabberwocky.
"Even turned himself into the judge and executioner for the Darkness of other worlds. The Jabberwocky." Mother said solemnly. I looked to her, hoping for more information. Anything. "You were to learn about this after you were to be crowned. The Jabberwocky real purpose is to keep the Darkness of Wonderland at bay and protect the Royal Family from all forms of evil. And to obtain the power of the Jabberwocky, one must take place of the last." Mother paused.
"That's why there is only one Jabberwocky." I concluded.
"Yes... But the power is hard for any to control. And every Jabberwocky needs an anchor. You were his anchor. So when I learned that a powerful Darkness was leaking into Wonderland from the doors to Middle Earth... I knew your father knew and would pass judgement on that world for having such a powerful lurching Darkness that was poisoning the world that gave it the magic it held." My mother looked me in the eyes. I noticed that she was beginning to faded. Staring from her feet, up as the world was fading around me. Getting smaller and smaller. I looked to mother.
"Mother! Mother, what's happing?! Why is everything fading?!" I asked desperately wanting to know what was happening to my dear mother.
"Someone or something is waking you. I have little time. Not enough to explain." My mother put her hands on my cheeks. All I felt was a ghostly chill, not her warm skin. Smoke was now emanating off her skin now. "I love you my darling." I felt her ghostly lips skim my forehead. "Never forget that my Jewel." She looked into my eyes. Her green eyes bright and fierce. "When it is time. You must kill the beast your father has become. And when that is done you will open a door to Wonderland, then you can return home and rule as the great queen I know you will be." She began to sniffly and her lower lip quivered. "Do not worry about Wonderland for now. Your Aunts - the queen of white and queen of red - will do their utmost best to take care of Wonderland till you return." She said. As my mother spoke her face had changed to be filled of pain and sorrow as tears fell down her smooth cheeks. "Remember you are my Jewel, my light. And you are Wonderlands princess, their soon to be High Queen. I know you will be strong." She 'kissed' my forehead ounce more. "Remember. Wonderlanders cannot find each other intentionally. Only when the time is right for both to meet." I could no longer feel the chill of her hands when they had disappeared. Her head was the only thing left. Now it was disappearing. I realized that I could hear a faint voice.
"Wake-up!" It was Thorin shouting.
"Remember, I left you a gift for you in your bag. Good-bey my darling." Was the lasting thing I heard of my mother, before I woke up.
"Wake-up!" Shouted Thorin a second time, causing me to bolt up just before the floor caved in. Giving no time for me to rub my tear stricken, red cheered face, or hide the bundle of lime green grass, purple daisies, pink bluebells, and orange lilies that had began to sprout around me.
I screamed and covered my head as I was thrown about the walls of the tunnel along with the others. Luckily - and not lucky for those underneath me - my larger mass slowed me down to the point were I was the last one to drop into the makeshift net and filtering pen.
"What in the name of the Red Queens crown just happened!" I shouted just before we were rounded-up by pale grotesque little monsters.
I could hear the others fight around me, over the obsessive squawking of the Goblins - I assumed - as I myself fought for reales beside Thorin in my disoriented state. But they Kept me hunched over as they tossed me and Thorin against one another. I was able to punch a few after I had tried to cut summon the Vorpal Blade from my skin. But I couldn't concentrate enough to completely summon it, let alone the blade.
We were forced to what appeared to be some kind of open thrown room after we had crossed a good few bridges and turns in the underground Goblin city. I fell to my knees with a huff beside Thorin after we stopped in front of - of what I first thought was some over size, living pimple till I saw it sitting on a thrown made of bones and garbage and the crown made of long teeth and bones. Also when I saw he had a just as grotesque face under that crown. - the Goblin King. He used a pile of Goblins as a stepping stool to walk from his thrown to use wall he used a staff with an horned animal skull on the top of it.
They threw my companions weapons in a pile in front of their 'King'.
"Who would be so bold as to come armed onto my kingdom? Spies, thieves, assassins?" He asked aloud.
"Dwarves and an Elf your malevolence." One of the slim buggers said to his almost as disgusting 'King'.
"Dwarves? An Elf?" He inquired.
"We founded em on the front porch." The same little monster spoke.
"Well don't just stand there. Search them!" The pimply giant with a crown commanded his tinier pimple servants. They quickly complied to his command. "Every crack, every crevasse!" He added.
"Hey don't touch there!" I yelled as I felt their grubby little mangled like hands touched me inappropriately. I had realized my bag was missing as was Cheshire. I then noticed subconsciously that I felt a familiar coolness around me.
"Don't touch her." Thorin and some others that had noticed the to close touchy feeling these Goblins were doing.
"What are you doing in these parts?" He asked after they were done destroying what they could of ours. We stayed silent. "Speak!" I tried to command use. We continued to stay silent as we gave him dirty looks. "Very well. If they will not talk. Will make them squawk. Bring out the Mangler, bring out the bone breaker. Start with the youngest." He commanded as he pointed to Ori, wall the other Goblins cheered.
"Wait!" Shouted Thorin. His voice echoing through the caves and made all silent as he showed himself the deformed troll.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror." He mocked bow. "King under the mountain. Oh but I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain. And your not a King. Which makes you, nobody really." This statement amused the Goblins. But angered me. "I know someone who would pay for your head. Just the head. Nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc, that rides a white Worg." the Goblin said.
"Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago." Thorin said his voice holding some lost belief in what he was saying to the Goblin 'king'.
"So you think his defiling days are done, do you?" He laughed as he turned to a little monster that sat in a swing contraption. "Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize." The Goblin said to the tiny swing monster. But I stopped him.
"Wait!" I called as I stood quickly with my hands raised as everyone watched me walk in front of Thorin to be the full attention of the Goblin 'King'. He looked to me with a lecherous stare.
"Who do we have here? A pretty little Elf maiden?" Laughed, only to hack harshly. I squinted for a moment as he hacked away before introducing myself fully in the last six years.
"I am Annabel Wonderland Devin." I spoke my whole name. "The princess and heir to the Kingdom of Wonderland. A powerful, secret Kingdom. That can give you anything you and your 'people' want. If you don't tell Azog th-the-the Defiler were Thorin Oakenshield is and let the company go from this mountain the same as they came in." I stated.
"What are-"
"Shh." I silenced Thorin.
"Anything?" Asked the ugly giant.
"Anything." I stated quickly.
"Even your Kingdom."
"You can only have the thrown..." I paused, realizing what I was implying.
"If I marry an heir to the thrown." I looked up at him without letting my head. I took a deep gulp and nodded to his creepy teeth missing grin. "Fantastic! Did you here that everyone?! We're getting a new kingdom and -" He lifted one of my arms in his disgusting, meaty hands. "- a pretty little queen too!" The caves bursted with cheers at the news. My - I gagged at the thought - fiancé looked at me. "Deal." He knew I would agree with no doubt in his voice. I looked to the other wall I answered.
"Yes..." I looked Thorin in his eyes. He was looking at me, silently begging me to disagree. "Deal." The cheers of all the Goblins grew in sound.
Everything was a blur as I watched the Goblin 'King' dance a merry - for him and his kin that is - dance with a unpleasant song about what he was planing to do once he made got to Wonderland. Wall the other Goblins 'played' with the Dwarves weapons before giving them back. That was till one of them tried unsheathing Thorin's blade, only to screaming pain at the sight of it. The giant pimple screamed he crawled onto his thrown, cowering in fear.
"It is the Goblin Cleaver! The blade that sliced a thousand necks! Slash them, eat them, kill them, kill them all! Cut off his head!" The deal breaking pus ball cried. I had formed my Vorpal Blade and began to scut down Goblins.
I turned when I heard Thorin cry out. I saw a group of Goblins pinning him down. I ran at them weapon drawn.
"Leave him be!" I yelled as I sliced the upper parts of the Goblins that had the misfortune of threatening Thorin's life with a blade. Thorin looked behind me after we quickly removed the Goblin corpse from on top of him.
"Look out!" He shouted. I turned my head to see one of the larger Goblins about to plummet a dagger into my back. Only for a blinding light to send the Goblin - and other - flying. Wall it nocked me onto Thorin, nocking us both over as I covered my eyes.
Over the ringing I could hear the faint sound of step and a tapping of a cain. I slowly opened my eyes and felt a moving cloth underneath my. I moved my head to see what I had fallen on, only to come eye to eye with Thorin. Our faces only an inch or two apart.
"Take up arms." I looked to the speaker to see Gandalf. "Fight. Fight!" He commanded, commencing us to stand and move into action.
"Cheshire!" I yelled as I cut a seat of Goblins in half with my blade. I felt him reform on my shoulders. Stabbing those to my left with his now spear sharp tail and burning the others with his liquid aced spit.
At some point the Goblin king had fallen - hopefully to his death - off the platform.
"Follow me. Quick!" Gandalf said as we followed.
We ran along a very - and I mean very - long bridge. Cutting down any Goblin foolish enough to stand in front of us. I stood with Thorin cutting that thought they could get him off guard or appeared behind him when he passed. After stopping some Goblins tried to swing to our side, only to stop them by cutting the ropes that held archers - I think - on them. We soon rejoined with the others as we reached a incomplete bridge that swung us to the other side. We ran through the maze of a Goblin city, cutting dozens - if not hundreds - of Goblins, we even crushed some with a bolder that Gandalf created.
We had finally found the bridge that would - most likely - lead us out of this cave. Only to be stopped by that germ infested Goblin King.
"You thought you could escape me." He said before swing at Gandalf. Causing the wizard to trip and almost fall, if it wasn't for Ori and Nori to ketch him. "What you gonna do now wizard." The annoying, grotesque, pus ridden, fleshy blob of a pain said.
"The wizard isn't going to do a thing." I said with an anger I have not felt in a long time as I walked in front of Gandalf and the others. I could tell just by their looks that my body was changing. I was tired from running through this maze of an underground city, my heart was weak from the knowledge of my mothers death and the thought of it might being my fault, and still felt a little sick from the thought of this thing becoming my husband. I the end I knew I was becoming furious with this pest and his kin, they needed to be gone now.
My hair turned into a long jagged mess of a black mane on skin that took an angry red with black, jagged tribal marks as black claws grew from my fingers. I could feel a red, thin, spindly tail with a shape of an arrow head formed at the end of it grow from my behind. The sound of two seats of deep red horns snapping and bend into place - starting from behind my ears - could be heard, framing my jaw wall the other took shape of a simple lightning bolts on my head. The Vorpal Blade even took a more dark, distorted look.
My clothes took the form of dark leather. My top became just a thick leather strap that covered half my chest and a bit of my upper stomach. My pants turned into a thigh high skin tight leather skirt. And my feet rapes turned into pure black and rapped all the way around the lower half of my legs.
I sliced the gut of the beast before me, causing him to howl in pain and fall to him knees. He seemed to notice as I was about ready to swing my long axe Vorpal Blade at his fat floppy neck. He seemed to think quickly then spoke right before I swung.
"That will do it." And with that I cut his head and some of his neck fat went flying with it, wall the rest fell on the bridge. As well as his body, force of his body caused our half to break and fall down the chasm below and caused my Vorpal Blade to disappear from my grasp.
We screamed as the bridge piece tossed us back and forth on it as we held on for dear life. We luckily slowed and only landed with a not-as-bad-as-it-could-of-been crash. We groaned in pain from the impact though. As me and Gandalf quickly raised from our places under the ruble. I had taken my normal form after I was surprised by the fact we ere falling.
"Well that could of been worse." Bofur spoke. Only for the remains of the Goblin kings corpse to fall on them.
"You've got to be joking." Dwalin shouted in frustration. I looked around for my weapon.
"Has anyone seen where my Vorpal Blade went to?" I asked as I turned to look a little further from the ruble. Only to hear thump of some kind.
"Found it." Fili called.
"Oh, great where did -" I stopped when I saw the Vorpal Blade in its smaller state lodged blade first into the stone. The sharp edge of the blade was facing Fili, mere inch or so from lodging in his head. "Oh dear." I rushed over and forced the blade out of the ground before absorb into my skin and help Fili up. "You are okay. Yes?" I asked. He nodded in conformation.
"Gandalf!" Kili shouted, causing everyone to look up and see a horde of Goblins coming down for us.
"There's to many. We can't fight them." Dwalin said as he helped a dis oriented Nori.
"Only one thing will save us. Day light. Come now. On your feet." Gandalf said as he helped Oin up and I helped Balin out.
"Everyone quickly! Move, move!" I said as I made sure no one was still in the ruble. After all were out we began are run down the tunnel and out the cave.
I ran adrenaline pumping through me and Cheshire ran beside me after he handed me my bag before we made it out of the mountain. We soon stopped after we made a distance down the mountain as Gandalf counted us.
"And Bombur. That makes fourteen." Gandalf noticed something I had not the whole time since we fell into the Goblin city. "Where's Bilbo? Where is our Hobbit? Where is our Hobbit?" Gandalf asked, causing me to swing my head and body around in every direction. Looking for my friend.
"Bilbo?! Where's Bilbo?!" I said with worry and fear noticeable in my voice and movement.
"Curse that halfling. Now he's lost." Spoke Dwalin as we all looked around us.
"I thought he was with Dori." Accused Gloin.
"Don't blame me." Retorted Dori.
"Well where did you last see him?" Inquired Gandalf.
"I think I saw him slip away when they first cornered us." Said Nori.
"Then what happened exactly? Tell me!" Demanded Gandalf.
"I'll tell you what happened. Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it. He's thought of nothing but his own soft bed and warm hearth. Since first he stepped out of his door. We will not be seeing our Hobbit again. He is long gone." Thorin stated. I could feel sadness fill me at the thought of Bilbo running away. At another heart breaking thing to happen in what felt like so little time. A silence fell around us as we all processed the information under the light of the sunset.
"No." I looked up form my downward stare to Bilbo. "He isn't." I smiled as I looked at my dear little friend. Many of us showed our relief at him being here.
"Bilbo Baggins. I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life." Gandalf said happily. Bilbo smiled as he walked up to Gandalf.
"Bilbo, we we'd given you up." Kili said happily.
"How on earth did you get pass the Goblins?" Fili asked stunned.
"How indeed?" Dwalin muttered doubtfully. Bilbo just pointed and laughed like he was saying 'not go to tell you.'. I noticed that he had slipped something into his pocket.
"Well what does it matter. He's back." Gandalf said. But Thorin was not accepting of that answer.
"It matters." This gained everyone's attention to Thorin now. "I want to know. Why did you come back?" Thorin questioned.
"Look I know you doubt me. I-I know you always have. And your right. I often think of Baggen... I miss my books and my arm chair and my garden. See that's where I belong, that's home... And that's why I came back because... You don't have one; a home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can." Bilbo looked to me. "And I promised a young - well young looking, I didn't know at the time that she was a thousand years old, give or take a few years. -" I smiled as some chuckled. "- and she had this cat that - I have to say - scared me a little bit." Cheshire chuckled on my shoulder. " But beside that... I promised her six years ago that I would help her find her way home, only... I didn't. I tried, but I never felt like I was really helping her. Just there to poke a little. But now there's a chance, a small chance - but a chance still - that I can help her find her way back home. And I'm not going to let it slip away." He said. I smiled as I walked to Bilbo with tears in my eyes. Then I fell to my knees hugged him as tightly as I could as I let my tears fall.
"I don't care if you help me or not anymore. I'm just happy your okay. I don't think I can take any more heartbreak today." I said wall looking at Bilbo.
"More heartbreak? What do you mean -!" Bilbo's question was interrupted by the howl of Worgs.
"Out of the frying pain..."
"And into the fire." Gandalf completed for Thorin. "Run. Run!" Gandalf shouted. And we listened.
I ran beside Gandalf, Cheshire on my shoulders as I jumped form a rock jutting out form the ground as the sun disappeared from the sky and the moon took its place. I chopped the Worgs head off, to prevent it from getting its jaws around Ori, before I continued to run. Only to come to a cliff.
"The trees! Climb The trees! Get as high as you can! Quickly!" I shouted to everyone.
"You heard the woman up into the trees! All of you! Come on climb, Bilbo climb!" Gandalf enforced as I helped him up into the tree.
I grabbed Gandalf's outstretched staff so he could help up for the tree. I climbed till I sat a few branches under Gandalf as the Worgs surrounded under our trees. We sat in the branches, watching the Worgs circle around the trees. That was till a Pale Orc on a white Worg came into view. I knew who that Orc is by simple description.
"Azog." I heard Thorin say, making my thought of who he was true. Azog intensely smelled the air.
"Do you smell it? The scent of fear?" He took another deep sniff as he looked Thorin's way. "I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain." Azog said, informing Thorin of his fathers fate. I could not properly hear Thorin's thoughts from this distance. "That one is mine... Kill the others!" Azog ordered as the Worgs ran to the trees, jumping and clawing at the trees, breaking the branches as the went. Every time, nocking the trees closer to falling. "Drink their blood!" Azog said to push them to work harder to reach us. And they did, if nocking the trees over and forcing those in those trees into the one me and Gandalf were in said anything about it.
We were all stuck on one tree now as it leaned a little more off the cliff from all the shaking. Azog deep sinister laugh could be heard through the air and sent chills down my spine as I hanged on tightly to the trunk of the last treethat's keeping us from being either Worg food or splats on the ground if we fall off the cliff.
I looked up and saw Gandalf set a pinecone on fire. He then threw it at the pack of Worgs, pushing some back.
"Annabel, Fili." Gandalf called as he dropped a flaming pinecone to me and the blonde dwarf underneath me as I set another I got into my hand to set it on fire too.
Soon we all had flaming pinecones And began to throw them at the Worgs, creating a almost complete wall of fire. I cheered when I had hit a Worg with one and set it on fire, causing it to runaway. This - to my enjoyment - made Azog angry, show by the roar of anger he let out at us. We only cheered in joy at him. That was before the tree began to shake and crack from the abuses of all our weight and decided that now would be a good time to almost lose complete attachment to the ground.
The tree now rested sideways of the cliff, making us hang from it. Ori cried as he fell and grabbed onto Dori's leg, causing to slip a bit.
"Mister Gandalf!" I heard Dori dry out beside me. I looked behind me to see Dori hanging onto Gandalf's staff, the only thing keeping both him and Ori from falling to their deaths.
I watched Thorin walk off the tree, and move faster till he was running to Azog. The intent to kill the Pale Orc. And Azog seemed willing to see him try.
Using his Worg, Azog nocked Thorin down. Taking his breath away for a moment.
"Thorin!" I shouted as I worked to get myself up onto the trees trunk and help him as he got up a second time. With Cheshire's help, I was up and running to him just when Azog nocked Thorin down again with his make. "Thorin!" I screamed when I saw Azog's Worg trapped Torin in its jaws and shook him around like a toy.
Everything seemed to move slowly the next moment when Bilbo called my name as I nocked the Worg with side of my weapon - that I had formed wall running here -, causing the white beast to cry out and drop the Dwarf from his mouth.
Azog and his Worg were bushed back by Chershire, who's form had changed from a small, bony cat - thanks to the little food he's been given on the journey - to a large, bony version of himself. He was as large as the Worg Azog was riding in height - if not more - but a few inches longer in - without his tail that stretched as long as him almost - in length.
Cheshire growled and hissed at the snarling hound, wall I lifted Thorin. But before I could speak, I heard Cheshire cry out. I looked to see, only to be hit in the chest by Azog and his pet. They forced me away and into the side of a rock, nocking the air out of me and making my already weak body - from all the form changing and fighting in the resent days - weaker. Ounce again Azog's fur beast shook Thorin in its mouth.
This time Thorin was able to free himself by cutting at the Worgs snout, causing the white Worg to cry out once more and throw Thorin on top of the rock I was laying on. Azog looked to one of his followers. "Bring me the Dwarf's head." Azog calmly said. The Orc he spoke to nodded and dismounted his Worg.
I crawled up the rock and to Thorin in hopes of protecting him - even at my own life's cost - from the Orc's blade. I tried to push the Orc away, but he only bushed me back so that I would be out of his way with ease and causing me to become dizzy. Wall I tried to regain my bearings I watched as Thorin tried to grab his blade, only to be to weak to move. But before the Orc could cut Thorin's head off, Bilbo came barreling in and tackling the Orc down and killing it. Surprising us all. I sighed when I looked to the still but breathing Thorin as he laid with his eyes closed in a sleep.
I looked at Bilbo's back as he stood in front of Azog protected me and Thorin from from the large Orc.
"Kill him." Azog commanded, having his minions walk to us; to kill us. Only to be stopped by the Dwarves attack. I sighed and laid my head on the cool stone. With my right hand on Thorin's low breathing chest, hoping, praying it would help him some how.
All I heard were the cries of Worgs in pain and Dwarf battle cries. Till I heard the screeches of eagles, giant eagles. At first they swooped down and threw the Worgs and Orc's off the cliffs edge, trapping them under trees, and burning the beasts and their monster riders alive.
But once the Worgs and Orc's were thin in numbers compared to the beginning, I heard an eagle cry form behind me. I looked behind me to see an eagle flying towards me and Thorin. On instinct to protect my friend, I rapped my arms around his waist and held onto him as tightly - and gently - as I could, so he couldn't fall as the eagle scooped us up in its talons and flew away with us. I for some reason felt safe in this creatures talons, to the point a began to fall into sleep. I heard the faint voices of people calling me and Thorin's and the thunk sound of something hitting the hard ground and an angry roar as I fell into peaceful darkness.
The next time I awoke was when the Eagles that had saved us was them placing us onto a large rock-face.
"Annabel! Thorin!" I looked to Gandalf as he walked to us after he had set foot on the rock. He checked me over quickly, seeing no mortal wounds on me, he nodded. "Scratched up. But alive. That all that matters." He then walked to Thorin as he spoke. "Now Thorin." I did not see what he did but I knew that he would help Thorin as I turned and walked to the edge of the rock and sat down on cross legged. Looking at - what could only be - the Lonely Mountain.
I was processing everything. The dreamworld message from my mothers spirit that she was dead. That my father was the great nightmare of Wonderland, the Jabberwocky. I felt vines rap around my hands as purple daisies, pink bluebells, and orange lilies bloomed from my tears. My mother is dead. My mother is dead. The person who was the closest to me, my best friend, the person that was the last thing of my family; I was never close to my aunties; and my father is - now to my knowledge - a monster that killed my mother and is now aiming to destroy Middle Earth for all I know; and the only person who was even near being close to me as my mother was my older brother, but he died years ago, when we were both children. She was dead.
"Annabel? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Where did these flowers come? And why are they rapping around you? Annabel?" Thorin's voice questioned me. I just ignored him as I remembered what my mother told me.
I left a gift for you in your bag.
I dug through my bag slowly, using this last thing as a chance to show myself that it was all a horrible, horrible nightmare.
I choked on my tears as I pulled out my mothers favorite jewelry box. The box was white with solid gold trim and her favorite gems; circular, royal blue gems in each corner. It was never in my bag. There was a note on top of it. It said:
Dear Annabel
Forgive me for leaving you.
And for leaving you. I give you the one thing with out doubt shows that you are to be the High Queen of Wonderland.
I love you.
Elizabeth Wonderland Devin.
Your Mother.
"What's the box?" Bilbo asked. I did not answer with words. My answer was opening the box.
And my wails were the answer to the truth as I stared at the same silver circlet with a vail of silver string. But it was the jewels that said the truth of my mother. They were clear, blank - not white -, more like glass instead of the royal blue it was with my mother. And the design of the tree of life was gone, meaning the circlet was waiting for a new queen to take the lasts place.
"This is the circlet of the High Queen of Wonderland." I said, I felt the need to explain my pain as I changed into my form of sorrow.
My thick, tight, black curls turned to soft waves and my hair took a dull gray like black. My skin took a gray-blue hue with white vein like marking running down my skin. My clothes changed into a coal black gown that's length was twice my own height, flowing down the edge like a waterfall. But there was no circlet anymore, because the one that would take all their places was in the box before me.
"But you said your the princess and heir not the queen?" Inquired Balin.
"Yes. You said that when you returned... you would be crowned." Bilbo spoke, as he slowly seemed to be putting the pieces together.
"The reason I am to be crowned is because the last High Queen has died. My mother is dead. My father is the Nightmare of Wonderland and he killed my mother." I said as to not to just tell them, but myself that the last person I saw as the most important in my life is dead.
As sorrow filled me, consumed me. I thought of what my mother use to tell when ever I became sad and cried.
"What little logic it is to cry for loss, when you should smile for all the good times you had with what you loss, before you lost it."
I made pitiful smile with my mouth and wailed.
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