Badger was still chatting with the elf sharing the saddle with him, asking all sorts of questions about elven culture, while Nandir gazed amusedly at them, once in a while asking me something, but so far he seemed to be the less talkative type. Frankly, I wasn't in the mood to talk both because my thigh was really starting to hurt like a bitch, and I refrained from hissing with every step our mount made. After what seemed like forever, we finally reached the beautiful gates of Rivendell.

Badger was practically crying in delight, and kept pointing to everything, his head frantically turning to catch every glimpse, every detail of the vast landscaping. Elrond had the horses pick up pace, easing up to a calm canter, before I heard the familiar sound of very pissed off dwarves. Badger waved to Bilbo happily, but I noticed the company surrounded the little hobbit as they held their weapons at the ready for any sign of attack. I rolled my eyes.

"Lord Elrond," smiled Gandalf, stepping forward to greet the elven lord. My partner dismounted and held his hand out to me, easily helping me down.

"Thank you," I smiled easily, nodding my head in gratitude before I was slammed from the back into a set of arms.

"We thought you had been killed!" whined the familiar voice of Kili. I was practically yanked into the arms of Fili as he added:

"We saw the fight between you and the warg, but not the end, Uncle dragged us deeper into the tunnel," frowned Kili. His mouth was set in a tight line, a muscle in his jaw ticking. I relaxed and carefully leaned my weight on my one good leg, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Well, lucky for you two, my inner hulk came out and I killed the warg," I smiled reassuringly, patting their arms, but glaring at Thorin, who was doing his best to ignore me as the rest of the company debated whether it was a good idea to accept the invitation of food.

"Wait, you killed the warg?" asked Fili, bringing me back to our conversation. Concern but also surprise clearly written on his face. I nodded, feeling pretty proud of myself right about now.

"How?" asked Kili, grinning widely, leaning an arm on his brother.

"With a rock," I grinned back, swiping some hair from my face.

"A rock?" repeated Fili, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, a rock," I answered, dulling my voice down and smiling again.

"Was it a pointed rock?" questioned Kili, an eyebrow rose. "Like a spear point?" he added. I sighed. I could already tell they started to doubt me.

"It was your normal rock, Kili. I picked it up, and slammed it against its throat, because apparently, rocks do actually hurt, believe it or not. I know, pretty shocking, but I guess I missed the episode when Bill Nye said rocks were meant for science and not murder," I rolled my eyes.

"Bill Nye?" Said Fili, rolling the name across his tongue, looking to his brother for help, but who also shared the same confused look.

"Not important," I waved my hand. "Are we done here? Do you believe me, or do you need a reenactment, because I'll gladly demonstrate with a volunteer. Thorin!" I shouted, giggling at the glare he shot me, oblivious to what I had just said. Kili and Fili shook their heads frantically.

"No, we believe you!" coughed Fili nervously. I smiled and patted his head.

"That's what I thought." I turned on my heel to walk away, but Kili grabbed my hand and yanked me back.

"Wait, your thigh, it's bleeding!" yelped Kili, pointing a finger at the injury. I nodded exasperated.

"It's a scratch, Lord Elrond said he would help heal me," I smiled reassuringly. Kili frowned, looking more doubtful with each passing minute.

"Kili, it's fine, it's actually turning a little numb, which means its healing or ready to be amputated," I laughed. Fili winced.

"Dixie, this isn't really something to joke about," he sighed, putting a hand on his forehead and massaging the area between his brows tiredly. I groaned inwardly. These two little shits were almost asking for a slap because I was really becoming tired of their constant worrying. Don't get me wrong, it was nice to have two really attractive guys all worried about you, but there is a fine line between being helpful and being an ass.

"Believe me, you two, if this was bad, you would know it by now. I'd probably be kicking and screaming instead of sit here and banter. Besides, like I said already, it's only a scratch. Slather some Neosporin on and slap a band aid or two and I'll be ready to go in no time. And don't forget the fact that it could be a lot worse, like a broken arm or a ripped out uterus. However, previously stated, the elves are going to heal me," I grinned. Fili and Kili frowned at each other, trying to comprehend what I just said, but I didn't give them a chance to comprehend it as I spun on my heel once again and sauntered away. But just my luck, it was a different hand that grabbed my arm and pulled me away from whatever life goals I had at the moment.

Thorin glared at me as he quickly gave me a once over.

"What were you thinking?" he spat. I raised a brow, wondering if I should risk it and ask him what the hell he meant. "Running and saving Badger like that? You could've died!" he thundered, rage clearly written on his face. I was a little confused if he actually cared about my welfare, but one look in his eyes and I could tell he was more worried about how Gandalf would react if Bilbo, Badger or I were killed. I narrowed my eyes, feeling anger rise to the surface. I straightened my back a little and held my chin up as I poked his chest with my finger hard, causing him to glare at me as he stumbled a little.

"Listen here, Thorin Oakenshield. While you were focused on helping your company, I was focused on helping a friend. Now I know you don't quite trust Badger, Bilbo and I, but that doesn't mean I don't. You can stand back and worry about your quest with lesser focus on the well fare of two meager spur of the moment companions and a burglar, but I'll be damned if they so much as get a scratch. So what was I thinking? I don't know, I really don't. But at least I was thinking of others than myself!" I hissed, my voice shrinking to an eerie whisper. I held my composure, breathing fast and hard and wondering if I should run or congratulate myself.

Thorin huffed, his eyes glaring at me, and his fists clenching. For a moment I thought he was going to hit me, and I took a step back just in case, but at the last minute, he sighed and let out a deep breath, his face relaxing and his shoulders drooping, exhaustion evident in his stance. He turned to leave, but not before his shoulders tensed and he turned to simply state:

"You smell of elf."

Author's Note: Yay! Another chapter! So what do you guys think? How about Dixie standing up to Thorin again! You go girl!

Sorry for the wait guys. I was a little hesitant to write this chapter because I honestly didn't really know how I wanted to portray it, but I finally got it done! Not sure if I'm a 100% with it though. But I'd really appreciate it if you guys would review and tell me what you thought. Feedback is loved So thanks for reading, and hopefully the next chapter will be up shortly. : 3