I only own my OC. Sorry this one is so short. I didn't realize until I was ready to post it and didn't want to go back and add stuff. I will try to make the next one longer. Enjoy!
In the morning Thorin and I sit down to have food together.
"How did it go at the blacksmith?" I ask him, thinking about what he told me about a potential job.
"Fine. I start right after this." He tells me. I smile and squeeze his hand.
"That is great!" I say with excitement clear in my voice and on my face. Thorin merely nods as he continues to eat. I see that he is not in the best of moods today so I go quiet for the rest of the meal.
He leaves shortly after finishing his plate, but not before giving me a kiss on my forehead. It was sweet but not what I wanted exactly. I watch as he walks out of the inn. A small frown on my face.
"You should go home." A voice says to me gruffly. I turn to look at who would say such a thing.
"Beg pardon?" I ask at Dwalin, the dwarf who dislikes my humanness.
"Leave. You have a home to go back to. You only make this harder on him." Dwalin continues.
"How do I make it harder on him? I work just like everyone else, give my coin to the treasurer and share what little I keep with others." I say with a bit of fire.
"He can't focus because of you. He should be doing other things than working. But you made it a big issue with how much my people need coin. Now he went out and got work as well. He should be focusing on getting us the Blue Mountains. You put thoughts in his head that slow us down." He tells me harshly.
"Thorin is a grown man. If he wants to work that is his choice. It doesn't matter what I say, he can make his own choices." I throw back at the fighter. He scoffs.
"If you think your words have no power than you are stupid and naïve." He insults.
"Dwalin!" We both look to the new voice that has made itself known. Balin is standing at the end of the table, fists clenched and giving Dwalin a glare.
"She has a right to know!" Dwalin raises his voice a bit.
"Leave. Now." Balin orders Dwalin. Dwalin rises from his seat across from me slowly.
"Remember my words." Dwalin directs at me before leaving the inn. Balin is quick to take is seat.
"I'm sorry about him. He tends to distrust those that are not dwarf." Balin apologizes.
"Is it true, though?" I ask Balin.
"No. If anything, I think you give Thorin strength. Love, in a time like this, is much needed." He smiles kindly at me. I can't help but smile back.
"Thank you." I say.
"Think nothing of it." Balin says before getting up to get some food. I end up leaving the inn to find the stables. I know they were near the entrance into town.
I rent a horse to use for few hours and take off down the path that leads to the Lonely Mountain. I don't go far, just far enough away that if someone were at the entrance to the town, they could not see me.
I dismount and tie my horse on a tree a little bit inside the tree line. I don't want people passing by to think they can take him.
Once that is done and he is hidden, I take off into the forest. This is dangerous and ridiculous but I can't help but want to follow my gut. If there is even a sliver of a chance that I am right, I will keep looking.
I get back into town just before I must go to work. I found nothing but I still have the feeling they could be out there. Perhaps I go farther down the trail before searching in the trees.
My mind changes thoughts as I begin to make my way to my job. I must be vigilant around the master. If he were to get me alone again… I shiver at the thought. I won't let anything happen. I will fight if I must!
"Alvina, you should not be here tonight. Go home and I will tell the master you are sick." Amanda is quick to try to usher me back out of the home of the master.
"What is wrong?" I ask, not wanting to leave before knowing what is happening.
"He has men here that are not the best of company, especially for a pretty girl. Leave now." Amanda pushes. I take her word on it and leave. I don't need to be put in that situation.
"Amanda! Has Alvina shown up yet?" I hear just as she shuts the door behind me. I run as fast as I can to get out of eye sight from the home.
Back at the inn, I have an earlier supper than usual and chat amongst some of the dwarves. Conversation flows easily and before I know it, Thorin is back.
"How was your first day?" I ask of him.
"It was fine." He replies shortly.
"Thorin, what is it?" I plainly ask. He doesn't even look at me.
"Nothing." He answers.
"Excuse me. I'm no longer hungry." I push my plate away from me, angered and confused by his attitude, and go to clean myself from the day outside and running from the master.
After cleaning myself, I get into bed. I reflect on the day and everything that happened. I knew there were going to be bad days. Maybe I was a fool to think it wouldn't happen so soon.
Sleep finds me soon after that.