Chapter Eight
The next morning, the company continued on, making their way to the Misty Mountains. The weather turned nasty that day, with heavy winds, rain, and lightening. "I'm not surprised it started hailing yet." said DJ. Suddenly she felt a small rock hit her shoulder. "OW! I spoke too soon." said DJ, and she picked up the something that hit her. "This is not a hail stone! It's a rock!" said DJ. Suddenly, something caught DJ's attention. Two large stone giants throwing boulders at each other. "Oh-my god!" gasped DJ.
"The legends are true! Stone giants!" exclaimed Bofur. "Are they fighting?!" asked DJ. "Yes!" said Balin. "Lets find some shelter!" called out Thorin. Suddenly, they felt the mountain moving, splitting up the Mountain, separating Fili and Kili. "Kili! Take my hand!" cried out Fili, reaching for his brother. By the time Fili tried to reach Kili's hand, a large boulder fell in between them. "KILI!" cried out DJ and Fili together. "No." whispered Thorin sadly. Suddenly a flash of lightening struck the boulder moving the rock, where they could now see Kili. "Kili, jump!" called out Fili.
Kili jumped, now reunited with the company. Suddenly, they could hear a loud cry coming from Bilbo. "BILBO!" exclaimed DJ, and the company turned, and they saw Bilbo slipping from the Mountain. Dwalin tried to pull the hobbit back up, but with the rain falling, and the wetness of the Mountain, making everything slippery. Shortly, Thorin came to assist Dwalin with Bilbo. Thorin climbed down the side of the mountain, pulling Bilbo back up. Everyone sighed with relief when they see that Bilbo is okay.
"I thought we lost our burglar." panted Dwalin. "The hobbit has been lost since he left his home. He should have never came. He has no place among us!" growled Thorin. When DJ could see the hurt in Bilbo's eyes at Thorin's remark, DJ became angry, slapping Thorin in the face. "You son of a bitch! How dare you speak of Bilbo like this?! He cannot help it that he fell! It was wet and slippery!" shouted DJ. "DJ, I'm in no mood for arguments! We'll seek shelter here!" said Thorin, and everyone followed Thorin into the cave.
But DJ wasn't done talking to Thorin. "Wait, I'm not done talking to you yet, Thorin!" barked DJ. "DJ, I said we're not going to discuss this!" barked Thorin. "You're a selfish, arrogant judgmental ass hole, that's what you are, Thorin!" screamed DJ.
Suddenly Thorin grabbed DJ by the arm, very roughly, squeezing her arm tightly. DJ's eyes tear up, feeling pain shifting up in her arm. "Never raise your voice at me again, woman! Now go get some rest!" hissed Thorin, shoving DJ the ground. Tearfully, DJ walked away, holding her arm close, still feeling the pain when Thorin grabbed her arm. DJ sat down alone, away from the company. She didn't want to be bothered, especially after what she had went through with Thorin.
She hoped no one would notice her distress. But someone did, and it was Fili. "DJ? Are you okay?" asked the young dwarf approaching her. "Fili, go back with the others. I need to be alone." said DJ. "DJ, you look like you're in pain! Let me see your arm!" said Fili, sitting down next to DJ. "NO!" snapped DJ, quickly. A look of concern clouded Fili's features. "Deej, there is something wrong. You are in pain. Please let me see your arm." said Fili gently and firmly. DJ released her arm from holding it. Fili noticed bruises on her arm. "Where did you get the bruises?" asked Fili.
"I fell outside the mountain when I helped Thorin and Dwalin rescue Bilbo." lied DJ. "DJ, you are lying. These bruises weren't cause from a fall. What happened earlier, DJ?" asked Fili. "Fili, don't get upset, but Thorin and I got into a bad argument over Bilbo, and he grabbed my arm very hard." said DJ, tears streaming down her face. "Damn it. He needs to control his temper! He has no right doing that to you!" snarled Fili, glaring at his Uncle, who was now talking to Balin. "Well he had no right talking trash about Bilbo." said DJ. "I know. I seen the look on Bilbo's face. Uncle's words was quite uncalled for. Do you want me to send for Oin to look at your arm?" asked Fili. "No, I'll be fine." said DJ. "Deej, your arm needs looked at." said Fili.
"Fili, please don't send for Oin. I'll be okay, they're only bruises." protested DJ. "Deej, you really need to get that looked at." said Fili, and he walked away. DJ made a hand gesture towards Fili revealing her middle finger. "Mister Oin, DJ's arm needs looked at!" said Fili, approaching the grey haired dwarf. "What's wrong with DJ's arm?" asked Oin. Fili explained to Oin, whispering in the dwarf's ear. "WHAT?!" snapped Oin, hotly. "I know Uncle never meant to hurt her intentionally. He was just angry that's all." said Fili. "Fili, your Uncle needs a good talking to. Just because he gotten angry with her, he had no right to grab her the way he did. I saw him do it." said Oin. "Will you look at her arm?" asked Fili. "Yes." said Oin.
Thorin sat alone, remaining quiet. His anger had went away. But the more he sat, without DJ by his side, his heart ached. Thorin realized he had done something terribly wrong. And he felt guilty about it. He knew he grabbed DJ very hard, and he worried that DJ would never speak to him again. "Thorin, are you okay?" asked Balin. "No." said Thorin. "Do you care to talk about it?" said the older dwarf. "I should've never gotten angry at DJ the way I did earlier. It was just the stress of the situation we're under and everything. And I was a little harsh on Bilbo too." said Thorin.
"You have a lot on your plate, Thorin. We're on a quest to reclaim our homeland. And having DJ with you is a blessing, Thorin. She will help us, and you. She has made you smile, and I haven't seen you smile like that in years. I do believe you found your One, Thorin." smiled Balin. "Do you think she'll ever forgive me, Balin?" asked Thorin. "She will forgive you, Thorin. What you need to do is go talk to her." said Balin. Thorin nodded. Thorin stood up and walked over to where DJ is sitting. Oin had already looked at DJ's arm, and he placed some salve on it. DJ laid in her bedroll, almost sound asleep.
Thorin sat down next to DJ. "DJ!" whispered Thorin. "Mm?" said DJ, sleepily.
"I didn't mean to wake you, but I wish to talk to you about earlier this evening." said Thorin. "Can it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired." said DJ. Thorin sighed. "Forgive me, my love." Thorin, and he took DJ in his arms, holding her close to his chest. Thorin ran his fingers through her hair, and he began to sing softly in her ear. Thorin remained awake, holding DJ close to him. Thorin overhears Bofur and Bilbo talking. Bilbo told Bofur he was going to Rivendell, and from there, he would return to Shire, still holding on to the words Thorin had said about him.
He would never make it to Rivendell on his own, I wished I kept my mouth shut, Thorin thought. Suddenly, Thorin witnessed Bilbo unsheathing his sword, and it was glowing. Thorin knew danger was nearby. "DJ! Wake up! Wake up, Deej!" said Thorin gently, as he gently shook DJ. "What's wrong, Thorin?" asked DJ. "Trouble is near. WAKE UP!" Thorin called out to the others. Suddenly, the ground caved in on them, and the entire company fell through the floor. "THORIN!" screamed DJ. When they landed, they looked up, finding themselves surrounded by goblins.
"Give me back my weapons, you monsters!" screamed DJ.
The goblins took DJ and the rest of the company to their leader, the Goblin King. "Who do we have here? Thieves? Assassins?" asked the Great Goblin. "Dwarves, your malevolence. And a human woman." said a goblin. "A human woman? With dwarves? It looks like I got a real prize here!" grinned the goblin turning his attention to DJ. "Don't you ever think about it, pecker head!" shouted DJ. Bofur covered his mouth to keep from laughing at DJ's remark. Thorin even smirked a little.
"Feisty little one are yer? Well no time for that, there's more important matters to discuss. Why are you here?" demanded the Goblin King. "It's none of your fucking business, ass hole!" shouted DJ. "Oh, such language for such a beautiful woman! I really like to have her with me by side!" smiled the Goblin King. "To hell you're not!" roared Thorin, stepping forward. "Well, well, well! Look what we have here! Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under The Mountain-Oh wait, you don't have a mountain! You have nothing!" sneered the Goblin King. "Why I ought-a!-Let me at him! Let me at him!" screamed DJ, but the goblins held her back.
"I also realize that a certain great orc is searching for a certain royal dwarf, and his little girl too. In fact, he wants your head, and in return for that, to take your lady friend here for his bride!" said the Goblin King. "You lie! The Pale Orc is dead!" barked Thorin. "Its time to have a little party, shall we? Lads, take this woman to the camp of the Pale Orc, as a present from me!" said the Goblin King. "THORIN!" screamed DJ, as they the goblins dragged DJ away from the company. "NO! You bring her back!" yelled Thorin. "As for you, its torture time!" snarled the Great Goblin, and he started to sing a very horrible song.
Damn it, Gandalf! Where are you? Thorin's mind reeled.