Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nope, Hobbit is not mine. If it were than Thorin, Kili, and Fili would not die. They would live! THEY WOULD LIVE! But sadly, I don't own Hobbit. But I write this fanfic for amusement, and I hope all you will enjoy it.
Summary: A mistake as a child leaves Elizabeth cursed, and if she falls…so shall the Durin line.
Pairings: Eventual Thorin/OC, Biblo/? (I am open to suggestions on Bilbo's pairing since I haven't anything in mind yet.)
Verse: It will be a mixture of the book and movie, but probably will lean more towards the movie since it's the one I know most about. I've only read half of the book so far.
Warning: Eventual nightmares, torture, sexual themes and more
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
'A Matter of Trust'
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Don Guldur
Her heart pounded in her chest. A steady and constant rhythm that was the only surety that she was actual alive. Even the pain felt like a figment of her imagination now, and that she merely existed with it. It was hard pressed to remember days that weren't like this. Just the briefest glimmer of a smile, or of running through the forest with the wind rushed past. That sense of freedom yet the security of home that she could go to every night after her adventures. Her finger tips stretched out, soaking up every last inch of sun that she could through that crack in the wall. It was only large enough to slip her arm through, and she did so. It was the briefest moments that she could feel the wind and fresh air from the outside. Or feel the brief warmth of the sun.
Her cheek was pressed against the grimy, dirty wall. Her eyes looked up at the dark skyline. The sun came through a break in gloomy clouds overhead. The nearby trees were dead…everything looked dead. The muscles in her arms cramped, and ached. Her finger tips were going numb, and her arm collapsed when she could no longer keep it up anymore. It dangled there, and the breeze was so gentle. She drew in a breath, a tear rolling down her cheek. She started to draw her arms through the hole when her finger touched something.
She jolted, a startled noise slipped through her lips. It was metal, and cold. She stood stock still for a long moment, the other part of her waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the pain to happen, but nothing came. A frown pulled down onto her lips, and slowly she curled her fingers around the piece of metal. She tugged out in, experimentally. It shifted, but did not give right away. Her brows scrunched together and she gave a tiny whine in the back of her throat as she put more force behind the pull.
It pulled free. A tiny burst of triumphant went through her heart, and she slowly pulled her arm back through the crack to see what she had found. Her hear cocked to the side as she unfolded her hand. It looked like a nail. A large nail. The thickness of it was the span of two of her fingers, and it was easily five inches long. It was bent and wicked looking like a crooked claw on an old crones finger from the stories her mother told her before bedtime. She held it in her hand like one would dagger, and the weight of it for some reason made a shiver run down her spine. Her head shot up as she caught movement out of her eye, and she saw Charlie staring at her through the bars with a suspicious and curious look. "It's a nail," she explained, lamely.
Charlie just stared. The language thing really sucked, but she did have a new appreciation for her French teacher. Who knew that languages could be so hard? Especially when you didn't have a textbook to teach you it. Charlie quickly lost interest over the nail and stumbled to the corner, kneeling down and began to mutter. Elizabeth stared at him a moment longer, then looked away down at the nail once more. His mutterings no longer phased her, and in fact, were sometimes comforting. It reminded her that she isn't alone.
Footsteps made her heart jump into her throat, and she found herself dropping down onto the cot. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, and her breath was held tight. She didn't know what was worse. The monsters that brought knives and whips or the skeletons that glowed green that stole all her thoughts. Her fingers clenched tightly to the nail and she held it close to her chest. It seemed like forever until the monster shuffled into the view. It was one of the oily skinned creatures with twisted look on his expression, and his lips pulled back to reveal his gnarled, jagged teeth. Elizabeth clenched her eyes closed and hoped that the creature would just go away.
It didn't. Instead, it twisted the key in the lock and opened her cell door. Then shut the door behind him. Fear trembled through her as hot as an open flame on the stove, and she felt a lump grow in the back of her throat. No…no more…no more pain, Elizabeth shook her head back and forth as panic clawed at her stomach, viciously and without mercy. Hands grabbed at her and she let out a scream as she was hauled out of the bed. "No! No!" She begged and screamed.
The monster spat at her and hissed in a guttural tongue while shaking her violently. Spittle went flying out of his mouth on her face, and she threw up in the back of her mouth. Her feet brushed the ground, and she struggled to get her footing as the monster began to drag her toward the cell door. Something broken inside, or something clicked together, Elizabeth did not know which. All she knew it was a split second decision. One made out of survival, and Elizabeth swung the nail upward with all her might straight into the monsters throat. The monster gurgled, and eyes bulged in pure shock. Black blood pooled down her fingers, and she gagged violently. She ripped the nail free from the flesh, and swung it forward once more. This time she buried it straight into the monsters skull, with a loud crunch. The monster dropped to floor with a sickening thud.
Elizabeth stumbled backward, a gasp ripped before her stomach twisted violently and the taste of vomit exploded in her mouth. She crumbled to all fours and puked all over the ground. Her nostrils burned, and tears leaked down out of the corners of her eyes as she choked on sobs. Her fingers dug into the ground, the rocks scraped at her fingers roughly. Black dots floated around her vision, and her lungs burned from lack of air. She was going to pass out, she was certain of it. That was until she saw the keys glinting on the ground. Her heart stopped for a moment. Everything seemed to halt in that moment as she stared, in entire disbelief.
"What is the first rule if you get lost and are alone?" Her father had sat her down, and Elizabeth looked up at him, half distracted by a butterfly. He caught her hands when she tried to catch the butterfly. "Elizabeth," he said, sternly, "what is the first rule if you get lost and are alone?"
Elizabeth pouted. "Do whatever it takes to survive," she mimicked his words and his expression.
"Yes," Charlie nodded. "Do whatever it takes to survive."
Elizabeth reached out, and picked them up. The weight of them like a lifeline, and she felt a strange, detached calm roll over her. She held them in her hand for a long moment before she looked up at the cell door and it all came together in her mind. Her eyes narrowed on the dagger and sword at the monsters waist and she slowly stood up. "Do whatever it takes to survive," she nodded to herself, and for a moment she felt a spark of life inside her chest. She had to get home, no matter what the cost.
Weapon. The thought was mechanical, and she reached around the monster. Her fingers pulled the small blade from the monsters waist and she stared down at it with a fascination. Each breath hurt like glass through her chest and her heart stuttered in her chest. Knives are not play things, Elizabeth, her mother's voice echoed in her mind. Her brows furrowed delicately, and her mouth slightly agape. But this isn't a knife…it's a dagger, Elizabeth thought, dazed. Her hand was shaky, and she couldn't get it to stop. A churning rolled in her stomach as she stumbled to her feet, and she slowly made her way to the cell door.
Her finger fumbled with the key for several moments, before she got it into the keyhole and twisted it. The click almost brought tears to her eyes, and the door swinging upon did. Her first instinct was to rush out the door and head for the corridor when she came to an abrupt halt. She stood there for a long moment, her posture awkward and hesitant before she turned around. Her wide eyes stared back at the cell that held Charlie, and she made another split second decision. She rushed over to the cell door, unlocking it, and threw it open. Charlie jerked straight up from the corner that he had been huddled in and looked at her with wide eyes.
For a moment, Charlie just stared at her uncomprehendingly then his gaze flickered towards the open door then down at the dagger in her shaking hand. With a large hand he reached out and took the dagger, easing her from the burden her of carrying it. Her eyes stared at him for a long moment, too solemn a look for a child in them. "Let's go, Charlie," Elizabeth said, hoarsely. "Let's go home."
2941
The Roadway to Bree
Elizabeth's eyes were lackluster when they set off that morning. None had been able to rest the night before, too afraid and too wary for sleep. Her brows were drawn together and her face pale, paler than normal. Anxiety crept along her skin because even though the battle was done, it never fully left. Not really. Her nostrils flared as she drew in a deep breath, and she settled for focusing on the road way. Last night had brought up a lot of old memories, the ones that she had neatly put away into the back of her mind and tried not let see the light of day ever again. It worked for a while, but not completely. She couldn't forget completely.
They had trudged forward as the first signs of light peered over the horizon, more than one of them glad to see the sunrise. Elizabeth ran her hand across Aracala's neck, soothingly as she rode beside Gandalf in silence. Thorin lead them along a path that cut across several fields. The leaves of trees glistened in the morning light, and everything was covered from the dripping twigs, to the grass that was grey with cold dew. A cool mist rolled across the field, and along the horses hooves. After riding for about an hour, slowly and without talking, Elizabeth finally ventured to break the silence. "Bilbo has been quiet," she stated, and shot a sideways glance over at the wizard. "It has me worried."
Gandalf arched a brow. "You have been quiet, as well," the wizard noted.
Elizabeth twisted to look at him straight on. "I have been lost in my thoughts," she stated, a tad defensively.
"Perhaps Bilbo is lost in his," the wizard stated, simply. Elizabeth's lips pursed, and gave him a flat look to which the wizard sighed. "Bilbo is merely homesick, and there is little wonder why. He has yet to find his footing in a world that is completely unknown to him," Gandalf stated, puffs of smoke drifted out of the corners of his mouth. "Though he has signed his name to bottom of that contract, and came along, he has not truly accepted the fact that he is on a quest."
"Of course not. He is a hobbit," Elizabeth stated, as though that should be truly obvious. "His heart still lies with the Shire. A piece of it always will pine for those woods, and fields and little rivers. Yavanna has blessed the lands that her hobbits have chosen, and it is a part of him, as it is a part of all hobbits. However, one piece does not make a whole." She sent Gandalf a searching look before she dared continued, "At first, I was wary of you asking Bilbo to come alone."
"Why?" The wizard actually blinked and looked stupefied. "You have asked him to come on journeys before."
"But he never accepted," her lips quirked upward. "In all honest, I never expected him to. I never gave him a reason to want to leave his home. Not like these dwarves did." Her expression softened ever so slightly. "He had not yet hit his stride on this quest, but I see a lightness to him that I have not seen since his mother's passing. I want to apologize for doubting your wisdom."
"Now, now," Gandalf huffed, slightly. "It isn't the first time you have doubted me, and it will not be last though I appreciate the apology nonetheless."
Elizabeth cracked a smile at him, and her eyes dimmed with a very serious thought. "I do believe I have never thank you," she murmured, a bit of astonishment in her voice.
"For what?" Gandalf asked, his pipe paused an inch from his mouth as he blinked owlishly at her. It was a rarity that he was ever stumped, or puzzled by something. He could not recall a reason to be thanked by her in this instance. Perhaps the incident at the Barrow Downs, but that thanks went without mention.
"For all that you've done for me," Elizabeth replied, without pause. "You've gotten me out of many mishaps. More than a few of my own making, and I do not believe I have ever expressed gratitude for it."
"M'dear girl, why would I ever needs thanks for that?" Gandalf chided her, lightly. "I do not do things for the sake of thanks, or gratitude. I do it because it is the right thing to do, and because you are more important than you know to quite a number of people. Myself included."
Elizabeth felt the smile before it spread across her face. "I never knew I was held in such high esteem," she said, quietly.
"Oi!" Bofur suddenly shouted. "How much farther 'til we turn up in Bree?"
Thorin heaved a long sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We will have reached Bree by sundown," he stated, gathering ever ounce of patience he had for the lack of sleep and the previous night's events had left him more sullen than usual. The thought that had been so unprepared for the attack, and practically helpless against it left a bitter taste in his mouth. To have to put his trust so quickly in a woman who was probably little more than a child by the age of man was not something he had ever consider, nor had he though he would have wielded a blade of elvish make. However, the most disquiet thought of all was the image of the blade hanging poised above Fili's neck was not one that would be soon forgotten, if it ever was. His sister's voice echoed hauntingly in his ears, "You bring them back! You hear me, Thorin? You bring my boys back!" And he had promised he would.
He had always known there was a chance that he would not be able to keep that promise, but to have it thrust into his face in such a way was not something he imagined. He let out a deep breath, and focused a scowl onto the road before them. Dwalin and Balin had wisely kept their silence for now, and it was something Thorin was grateful for.
The watcher's eyes were drawn to them as soon as they entered. The doors swinging with a loud bang, which no one blinked an eye at for the Prancing Pony was already loud and vivacious. However, the sight of a large group of dwarves, along with a lost looking hobbit, drew more than a few pair of eyes. Suspicion. Speculation. He could feel it curl upon everyone's tongue, and he could see more than a few men straight in their seats. For a moment, he feared he would have to stop something. There was a stigma, a mostly unfair one, when it came to dwarves. Tales about their greed, or brutality were far spread. The tales about dwarves that disappeared, or were beaten, or cheated, or worse however were hushed. Silenced.
He could almost guarantee that some seedy villager would try to take advantage of the dwarves arrival. That was until an unmistakable wizard in a grey hat came strode in along side of him, his grey eyes swept around the room and immediately onlookers turned their gazes elsewhere. The watcher's eyebrows shot upward in faint surprise, though the wizard was a known meddler so it wasn't all that surprising. It was the last figure that came in after the large group, that slipped through the door like a ghost.
The familiar cloak, and armor made him to do a double take. His lips parted in surprise, and then the right side of his lips quirked upward in a half smile. So this is where you wander off to, he inhaled on his pipe, with a thoughtful little frown. He had hoped that she would turn up, but in the company of dwarves? It was very peculiar. He watched as the group stay close to together as an imposing dwarf marched forward towards the inn keeper to bargain for rooms. He had the bearings of a warrior, his shoulders straight and ever alert.
"Hmm," he blew out the smoke, and decided he definitely to keep an eye on this interesting development. After all, family took care of family and that is what he intended to do.
The Prancing Pony was dimly lit from a blazing log fire and a few candles on tables. The place is packed, full of men and woman, human and hobbits alike. Elizabeth wished they could have went as inconspicuous, but it was a hope made in vain. Dwarves in Bree was highly uncommon, and the amount was bound to draw suspicion. Her unnatural eyes flickered around the room as the hairs on the back of her neck rose warily. Her lips pursed as she fingered the sword at her waist thoughtfully. Bree was not a bad villages as villages went, but for the people that passed through the same could not be said.
Thorin approached the counter with a coin purse in hand. "We are passing through, and are in much need of rest. Are any beds available?" Thorin asked, a bit stiffly. He had not liked the Prancing Pony the last time he was here, and he had not rested there. He would not rest now if it were not for the fact that the company was beyond exhausted and practically dead on their feet. To push them onward in this condition would be folly.
"We do not accept dwarvish gold here," the bartender said, with an ill hidden contempt etched upon his face. "You will have to go elsewhere."
Thorin's expression darkened, like a storm just before the thunder and lightning came down. His blue eyes darkened as he glowered at Thornberry, his lips pursed in an effort not to sneer. "The gold is worth its weight," Thorin countered, his voice rumbled. "All we is shelter for the night, we will be gone by the break of day. You have my word."
Elizabeth watched the whole exchange with more than a little disbelief, her heart dropped in her stomach as a sense of disgust rushed through her. She could sense trouble brewing, as the mutterings around them grew louder and she saw more than a few eye them. With a sigh, Elizabeth stepped forward, after taking a glance at the weak and weary faces of the company. "Master Thornberry," she greeted the bartender, politely as she stood beside Thorin's side. She held her head high, and kept her expression carefully benevolent. Thorin's blue eyes narrowed as he spared her a sharp sideways glance.
"Lady Thane," Thornberry blinked, surprised. "I had thought you already parted from these lands for greener pastures."
Elizabeth's pulled into a smile, but it was neither kind nor gentle. "If such a place truly exists," she inclined her head, ever so slightly. "Now, may I ask what seems to be the problem here? I assured my companions that they would find warm meal and rest here at the Prancing Pony, would you have me branded as someone who's word is hollow?"
Thornberry looked taken aback. "Of course not, milady," he said, rather flustered. "It is just that…we've been cheated before and…"
"Caution is always admirable," Elizabeth allowed, though there was something in her voice that was stiff. "However, I assure you whatever dwarves you've encountered in the past are the minority. These dwarves that stand behind me are honorable, and would try no such thing. You can trust them, and their gold. On this you have my word."
Thornberry hesitated then nodded. "Very well," he nodded. "We have only one room. The large one with several cots, but I fear that is the only one we have…"
Elizabeth looked at Thorin, eyebrow arched. He gave her a quick narrowed eyed glance before he nodded. "Very well," he inclined his head, after he took a deep breath through his nose.
"But where will the lady stay?" Thornberry appeared, baffled.
"She is with us," Gandalf stated, quickly.
"B-but it…it is not seemly," Thornberry cautioned.
"If I had come to care for seemly things, dear Thornberry, I would not be where I am today and as for that, well, I can not think of a place I would rather be than with this company," Elizabeth stated, firmly. "We will take the room, and we thank you for your hospitality."
Thornberry looked like he wanted to pitch a mighty protest, but grumbled with a nod while now accepting the payment from Thorin. "I will have Eleanor show you the way after you've had your supper," Thornberry stated, and moved away.
Thorin glared at him for a moment longer before he gestured for the company to make themselves comfortable. They settled around to large tables in the corner of the inn in an attempt to avoid further attention. As he settled down into a seat, Dwalin took the one beside him.
"We should have not stopped in a man's village," Dwalin swept a narrowed eyed gaze across the tavern, his hand clenched and unclenched as if he thought about reaching for his axe. He did not like this inn, nor was he inclined to be trusting any men around here.
"We could not afford to press on," Thorin told him, in a hushed voice as he watched a drunken man stumble past them. "The road has left us most weary."
"Aye," Dwalin conceded, with a nod. "And our journey hath only begun."
As the Company settled a hobbit lass came waddling over with a tray carrying many bowls that she somehow managed to keep balanced. She began to set them in front of the company careful not to spill any. "I am Eleanor," the hobbit lass said, smiling prettily. She had golden curls that hung around a soft oval face and a pair of sapphire blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. "Eleanor Woodbine, and I will be your server tonight. If there anything you all be needing besides supper just let me-" She abruptly cut off when her eyes fell upon Bilbo, and her smile dropped to something akin to shock. "Bilbo Baggins?!"
Bilbo flushed before he cleared his throat, and tugged at his collar awkwardly. "H-Hello, Eleanor," he stated, his voice a bit weak. He had never expected to see her here, and his heart jolted in his chest at the sight of him. "How are you?"
Eleanor's mouth worked up and down before she pursed them into a thin line. "Well enough," she said, letting the bowl of soup fall in front of him with a thud. A couple of drops splattered upon the table's surface. "Yourself?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Fine," Bilbo stated, fiddling with the buttons of his jacket.
"Now, there's no need to be nervous," Eleanor teased.
"I'm not nervous," Biblo denied, a tad offended.
"You're fiddling with your buttons. That has always been your giveaway, you silly Baggins," Eleanor chuckled, then she looked at Elizabeth. "Finally got him to run away?"
"Something like that," Elizabeth allowed, and shared a smile with Gandalf who also seemed amused by the turn of events. "Eleanor Woodbine," she said the name, and looked at the female hobbit thoughtfully. "That name sounds familiar. You haven't always been a Bree hobbit, have you?"
"I lived in the Shire once upon a time," Eleanor shrugged, lightly. "Left a few years after the Fell Winter," as she said that Bilbo carefully avoided her gaze. "Ah, well, look at me rattling on. I'll leave you to your suppers, and bid you a enjoyable stay."
As the hobbit lass walked away Elizabeth tapped her fingertips together, raking her brain for the name Eleanor Woodbine because for some reasons she felt that she couldn't recall something important. She let out a snort as Kili and Fili rushed off to the get ale with more than a little eagerness. She let the female hobbit slip from her mind entirely, and turned back to the group. The dwarves were all huddled together protectively and shifted in their seats as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. She knew of the stigma against dwarves, one that she did not understand. All races had their faults, but perhaps since she was not truly from this world she had a better view on it.
"I feel I should apology," Elizabeth stated, softly.
Several eyes swept towards her, though Balin is the one to ask what she meant. "Whatever for, lass?" Balin blinked at her, puzzled.
"For Thornberry," Elizabeth said, her eyes looking down at her soup. It was brown, and had a questionable meat that floated around the top. "I had not expected such a reaction like that, and he had no right to treat you all so."
"Now don't go apologizing," Bofur told her, with his crooked smile. "T'was no fault of yours."
"Besides, it is nothing we aren't used to, lass," Dwalin answered, roughly. He dunked his bread in his stew and ate it while eyeing a drunken man who passed their table with a narrowed gaze.
"Aye, it's true," Balin nodded, solemnly.
Elizabeth looked at them, and felt a sense of injustice for them inside her heart. "You shouldn't have to be," she shook her head, lightly. She leaned back in her chair with a heavy sigh, and crossed her arms over her chest when suddenly she stiffened. She raised halfway off her seat, her eyes narrowed slightly and Dwalin noted that, his hand reached towards his axe.
"What is the matter, lass?" Dwalin asked, brusquely.
Elizabeth stayed frozen for a long moment before she sat back down into her seat. "I cannot say," she commented, softly. "For a moment, I thought we were being watched."
"A lot of people are watching," Ori stated, quietly.
"Too many," Dori puffed out his chest, and scolded at person that passed by.
"With passing interest and curiosity in their gazes, yes." Elizabeth frowned, heavily. "This gaze…this gaze was not one of passing fancy, it was one of intent though of what intent I can not say for certain."
"Nerves?" Bofur suggested.
Bilbo shook his head. "Elizabeth would not speak up about nerves. Believe me, I know," the hobbit stated, and looked down into his drink when Elizabeth turned to give him a wide eyed look.
Thorin stared at Elizabeth with hooded gaze, before he gave a slight nod. "Indeed not. While our hackles have been raised over recent events, this is not the imagination brought upon by a sense of unease despite the great discomfort this place brings," Thorin admitted, regally inclining his head in Elizabeth's direction slightly. "A hooded man. He done nothing but stare at us since we've arrived."
A shot of alarm ran down Elizabeth spine and she gave Thorin a double take. Dwalin had a similar expression of shock, then his lips turned downward in vexation. "And you kept silent?" Dwalin arched a brow.
"He is gone now," Thorin stated, impassively.
"Doesn't mean he won't be back with trouble nipping at his heels," Gloin huffed, licking some crumbs of bread of his fingers.
"We have a wizard on our side," Kili thumped back into his seat with a loud content sigh as he looked down at the cup of ale in his hand. "Only a fool would pick a fight."
"There are many fools in the race men," Gloin huffed. Then he saw Elizabeth who sat adjacent from him arch her brow. "No offense, lass," the red headed dwarf appeared slightly sheepish.
"None taken," Elizabeth flashed him a toothy smile.
Fili came waddling over and plopped himself down at the table, carrying a very large mug of beer.
"What's that?" Kili's eyes are wide.
"This, my dear brother," Fili grinned broadly at the cup in front of him, "is a pint."
"It comes in pints?" Kili's face lit up. "I'm getting one!"
"You've had a whole half already," Bilbo said, but Kili was already on his feet heading towards the bar while Bofur and Bombor laughed.
Elizabeth shook her head, an amused little grin on her lips when her eyes fell on a couple of swarthy men leaning against the bar glance at the dwarves then quickly look away when Elizabeth scowled at them. Usually Bree was such a quiet and usually dull stop on her trips, a place she could pause to breath. Now, she could hardly wait until dawn arose and they could make their departure.
There room was not exactly spacious, but it had a fair number of beds yet the number was not nearly enough. The ten beds in totally still left them five short. After much squabbling, Thorin ended the debate by having Dori bunk with Ori, Bofur with Bifur, Gloin with Oin and Fili with Kili. Thanks to efforts made on Elizabeth's part, they were able to charm Thornberry into having an extra bed brought into the room. It was quite humdrum compared the previous night, though Elizabeth did not mind. She would take the warmth of a fire, and hot meal over slinking through barrows after evil spirits any given day.
She carefully laid her bag to the side of the cot before she folded her hands into her lap and glanced at the wizard who had chosen the bed beside her. Elizabeth had plagued by many thoughts since the beginning of this question. Some more important than others, but all needed answers. "Gandalf," Elizabeth said, quietly, "tell me where you plan on taking us?"
Gandalf looked over at her, his brushy brow arched. "I thought that was obvious," the wizard told her, with a slight chuckle. "To the Lonely Mountain, of course."
"You know that is not what I meant," she said, a quick narrowed eyed look at him. "I meant what path are you taking us on. I know my way through these lands, I have scoured them before as you well know."
"That I do." Gandalf inclined his head. He studied her, with a look as if he were having an internal debate. "I intend on taking you to Rivendell," he finally answered, his voice low so his words would not be overheard. Especially by the leader of the company.
Surprise hit her first, then her heart sank. "But I thought Thorin and the others hated elves," Elizabeth stated, her lips twisted down into a confused frown. "Why would he ever agree to such a…" She trailed off, and looked more carefully at the wizard. It would have been indiscernible to one who did not know him well, but she could make out the underline of tension to his expression. "Ah," she acknowledged, her right eyebrow ticking upward and an amusement sliding across her lips. "So I take it that our esteemed leader knows not what you plan?"
"Don't be cheeky," Gandalf told her, which only increased her amusement. "No. Thorin does not know, and what he does not know until it is absolutely necessary won't hurt him," the wizard finished, gruffly. "Can I trust you to hold your tongue on this matter?"
Elizabeth hesitated, for a moment. She was after all a part of the company, bound by her contract and the few friendship she was forging with some of the dwarves. She did not wish to deceive them in such a way. And the thought of going to Rivendell filled her with equal amounts of trepidation, and excitement. Her heart clenched, remembering the last time she had been there and the words she had traded with the man that she had called father. "Yes," she nodded ever so slightly. "I will keep your confidence, Mithrandir. I only hope that doing so is wise."
"You've never been keen on being wise before," Gandalf told her, with a teasing gleam in his eyes. "Why decide to start to now?" He swept off with a swish of his grey robes towards Bilbo before Elizabeth could properly retort. She stared at the wizard's back with a sour look that promised she would exact some kind of revenge. It would be best to wait until Rivendell, that way she could pin the blame on Elladan and Elorhir. A sigh heaved its way through her, and she turned to get up off the cot so fast that she nearly knock Ori off his feet. "Mister Ori," she blinked in surprise, her head shot out to help steady him. "My apologies, I did not see you."
"No apologies needed, Miss Elizabeth," Ori offered her, a shy smile. His cheeks were dusted pink in light embarrassment. "I should be the one give you an apology. I dinna mean to sneak up on you."
"No apologies needed," she parroted his words back at him, a light smile graces her features. "Now, what brings you all the way over here?"
"I…uh, that is to say I was wondering miss if I might not have a moment of your time to…uh, draw your portrait? It is my duty as a scribe to log and write down everything about our journey. If you don't mind," Ori stumbled through the question, and he looked as if he half expected her to reject his request.
"My portrait?" Elizabeth gawked for a moment before she remembered that it was not polite. "Why would you want to draw my portrait?
"I am a scribe, miss," Ori ducked his head slightly, a tad sheepish. Elizabeth was not overly surprised by this for Dori appeared to be quite the mother hen when it came to his youngest brother. "It is my duty to keep a record of all that is to happen through our journey, but most of all about our company. You are a part of that miss."
"Oh, I understand." Elizabeth inclined her head. "A dignified profession."
"Youngest scribe recorded in the Blue Mountains," Dori looked up from his stitching. He didn't hesitate to boast about his youngest brother for he was quite proud.
"Then you must be quite accomplished," Elizabeth commented, with a slight smile when Ori looked a bit embarrassed. He reminded her a bit of herself when she was younger. While she had roamed free and was quite bold around her family members, around strangers she had been shy.
"Thank you," Ori inclined his had lightly.
Elizabeth rose from her cot, and tilted her head down to look Ori in the eye. "I do not mind your request at all though it is quite dark even with the fire going. Are you sure that you can draw in such light?" She asked, a twinge of concern in her voice.
"Dwarves eyesight is not often hindered by the dark," Ori told her, his journal clasped tightly between his hands. "In fact, most often than now we can see better in the dark than others, save for the elves perhaps."
"Oh. I had not known that," Elizabeth said. It made actually a quite a bit of since now that she thought over it and it shouldn't surprise her that she did not know it. Dwarves were a guarded race and shared their secrets with few. "Alright, Master Ori, just tell me where you need me," she smiled at him. Ori asked her to sit in a chair beside the fire place, and she did so without compliant. Ori took a sit beside her and put his charcoal to paper while the other gathered around in circle. Jokes were traded, and stories told. Dwalin gave a gruesome rendition of how he lost a chunk of his ear much to Fili and Kili's glee. Nori lost ten pieces of gold to Bofur because he had bet Bilbo would have fainted after that story, but the hobbit had merely turned a unique shade of green.
"You screamed like a little girl!" Fili crowed.
"I did not!" Kili defended, his cheeks puffed out with anger as he eyed his brother half tempted to tackle him.
"Admit it, little brother," Fili snorted with laughter. "You screamed."
"I was merely startled," Kili defended, with a huff that only made others around him laughter louder. "But I did not sound like a girl."
"But you did scream," Fili pointed a finger at him. Kili let out a dwarven curse at his brother that caused a uproar of laughter from the rest of the group. "Do you kiss our mother with that mother?" Fili asked, eyebrow arched.
Kili feinted at his brother, but Thorin grabbed his shoulder more roughly than he should have. "No roughhouse here. The last thing we need is the barkeep to call upon the guards," Thorin stated, his voice gruff as he forced Kili back down on his spot on the floor. Kili looked downtrodden for all of a second, before his expression turned thoughtful. He glanced up at Elizabeth who was being careful to sit still for Ori, and he asked, "Lady Elizabeth…you've fought orcs before?"
"Yes…I've fought orcs many a time," she replied, a bemused sort of smile on her face. Her blue eyes flickering from the flames towards the young dwarf, careful not to move for Ori was most absorbed in his drawing. "May I as to inquire why you wish to know?" She asked, her fingers fiddling with the edge's of her tunic.
"We were just wondering how young you were when you fought your first orc," Fili asked, leaning forward to look at her from around Kili. "Kili was fifty-eight when he battled his first orc. I was only sixty-one when I encounter my first battle with one of their wretched kind. How many annuals were you?"
The smile vanished off her face, and her stomach plummeted. Her eyes widened a fraction as the air whooshed out of her, and against her will repressed memories came forth, and flashed before her eyes. Elizabeth's lips parted in shock as she tried to find her voice that had suddenly fled.
"Miss Elizabeth?" Kili's voice was quite, laced with a concern.
Elizabeth jerked, and raised her gaze to see all the dwarves looking at her with a variety of expressions on their faces. Most of them looked curious while she saw a bit of pity in Balin's expression as if he knew, and she resisted the urge to look away as anger began to boil in the pit of her stomach. She did not need pity. Pity was useless and did no one any good. She glanced around the room noting that Gandalf would not meet her eyes, puffing on his pipe. The firelight made him look older enhancing the wrinkles on his face, and she knew why. Gandalf was one of the few who knew of what happened to her.
The hair of the nape of her neck rose, and she turned her head subtle. Across the room, cascaded in firelight Thorin stood watching her with a hawk like intensity. His piercing blue eyes studying her, there was a shadow in his gaze and Elizabeth felt vulnerable. Too vulnerable, and she broken the gaze with a heavy sigh. "Too young," she answered, her voice flat and emotionless. The mood in the room plummeted and Elizabeth felt more than a little responsibility. Her hand slipped into the small scacthel around her waist and her fingers curled possessively around the ocarina that was held within. It had been crafted of the mirthril, a gift from Lady Galadriel when Elizabeth had long ago expression a desire to learn how to play music. Lady Galadriel had told her this instrument suited her well, and Elizabeth never left the ocarina behind for it gave her a small amount of comfort from time to time.
Bilbo watched her with a sad expression. Elizabeth always told him of her adventures, but he had a feeling she left more than a little out to spare him. Now, he wished he knew what could have created such a hollow, broken look in her eyes when Kili had asked that question. He wished he knew a way to help. "You're thinking too hard," he told her, after a moment.
"No one has ever accused me of that before," Elizabeth attempted at the joke, and there was a bit of scattered laughter. She drew her ocarina free from her scatchel and idly rolled it in her palm while Bofur sat up a little straighter.
"Going to play us a song, lass?" Bofur asked.
"Oh…I don't know." She looked down at the ocarina in her hand thoughtfully. Elizabeth's lips pulled up into a slight grin, and she looked over to Thorin. She raised an eyebrow in a silent question of permission, and she swore she saw the corner of his mouth soften ever so slightly. The tiny gesture made him looking younger, and he inclined his head. Her grin broadened. "I play them…if Bilbo will sing them," she said, turning towards the hobbit who sat.
"What?" Bilbo flushed underneath everyone's gazes. "Uh, I, well…I'm not that much of a singer," he said, fidgeting and twisting his hands together.
"Oh, come now, Bilbo," Elizabeth said, arching a brow. "Do not sell yourself short. You are a great singer, everyone wants you to sing the songs at the Shire feasts."
"That's because Lobelia was sick," Bilbo pointed out.
"Which everyone was grateful for because Lobelia couldn't carry a tune to save her life," Elizabeth retorted, with an unladylike snort. "Half of the town practically go deaf from her cat wailing she calls singing."
Kili sniggered loudly, and Fili wasn't doing much better. Bofur openly chuckled and even Dwalin cracked a tiny almost impossible to see kind of smile. Bilbo let out a resigned sigh, and looked at Elizabeth with a twinkle of amusement in his hazel gaze. "You aren't letting me out of this, are you?" Bilbo asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Nope," she said, simply.
"Fine," Bilbo reluctantly gave in. Fili, Kili and Bofur cheered while Elizabeth let a smug grin come over her face. The hobbit glowered slightly, "You don't have to look so smug about it."
"Of course," Elizabeth nodded, fighting hard to school her features. It failed because her lips twitched against her will and she quickly brought the ocarina to her lips. She tested a few notes, her brows furrowed as her fingers fumbled a few moments before she got her stride. After the first few notes, she saw Bilbo's eyes lit up in recognition and he drew in a deep breath.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
A content smile spread across Elizabeth's lips as the music flowed over and the bad memories went away. She leaned back in her chair never noticing Ori scribbling madly to capture the moment. Bilbo's falsetto voice was a bit shaky in the beginning, but grew stronger further as the song went along.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
That I should rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a slow, bittersweet rhythm that tugged at one's heart strings. The chatter from the group had died down, and ever one had gone quiet listening. Gandalf's lips quirked up ever so slightly. After playing for a minute, she felt a movement beside her and raised her right eyelid ever so slightly to see Bilbo had come to sit in a chair beside her. His eyes gazed into her open one, and she inclined her head towards him ever so slightly as her lips quirked into a smile. Bilbo relaxed and fully let himself get into the song.
A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all
As soon as the last word fell from his lips, Bilbo found himself clapped on the back by Bofur. "Full of surprises, aren't ye?" Bofur stated, with a broad smile.
Bilbo smiled back. "I suppose I am," the hobbit allowed.
"That was very good song," Balin commented, quietly.
Elizabeth inclined her head. "It is," she murmured back, just as quietly. Elizabeth rolled the ocarina between her hands nervously, she still felt awkward that she had brought down such a merry mood so quickly earlier. Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something, maybe an apology, but it would not come.
"May I?" Balin nodded at the ocarina.
Elizabeth froze, then nodded. She held out the ocarina to the dwarf, and was pleased that Balin handled it with great care. "Mithril," he breathed out, running his fingers over it. He studied the craftsmanship with an expert eye, and marveled at how delicately the mithril had been crafted. He then passed it Dwalin who inspected it with a keen eye.
"That's a fine instrument there," Dwalin stated, gruffly. Even he could not deny the fine craftsmanship put into making it. There were murmurs of agreement from the others, and he handed it to Thorin.
Thorin took it and held it in the palm of his hand. It was light, barely weighed a thing. It must have took much patience in the make of the instrument, and suddenly Thorin went stock still as he tilted the ocarina towards the firelight. Thorin's mouth tightened, as his fingers brushed the elfish script that could only be seen when tilted towards the firelight. "It is crafted by elves," he said, his voice tight as the words passed through his lips. Dwalin blanched, looking a bit horrified that he gave such praise to elfish work. Balin just gave a low hum, and the rest of the dwarves mutters of agreement turned into disgruntled grunts. Elizabeth fought the urge to chuckle, and shared an amusement look with Gandalf who rolled his eyes subtly.
"Yes, it is," Elizabeth answered, amicably. Her hands twitched wanting to snatch the instrument held tightly in Thorin's grasp and she felt the irrational fear that he would somehow managed to break it. She knew that mithril was one of the strongest metals in all of Middle Earth, but the ocarina looked tiny and fragile in Thorin's large hands. His fingers were calloused and scarred by years in the forges, and Elizabeth found it hard to believe they could ever be gentle.
"Where did you get it?" Thorin asked, his blue eyes as hard as stone. His face was taunt with suspicious and his deep voice so cold that it sent a shiver down her spine.
"A friend," she replied vaguely. She noted Thorin's shoulders tense at the vague answer and behind him, Dwalin openly scowled at her.
"An…elf friend?" Thorin bit out the word as if it tasted bad. "I suppose the same elf friend that gifted you with your daggers."
It took everything in her to keep her expression blank, and polite when all she really wanted to do was snap and rip his head off for being so…so rude. She had thought they had reached common ground with all that occurred at the Barrows, but apparently not. Elizabeth took in a much needed breath while thinking off all the names she could call him and released it. "Why does that matter?" She asked, quietly.
"It matters," Thorin grounded out.
"Why?" Elizabeth shot back. "It has nothing to do with this quest or my ability to help you on it. It should bear any weight in the matter at all."
Thorin's nostrils flared, incensed by her response. He wasn't a man who was disobeyed so easily. Unfortunately for him, Elizabeth wasn't a woman who obeyed easily. "It matters because I will not have a friend of elf scum in this company," the King Under the Mountain growled out.
"Thorin," Gandalf began, his tone wary.
Elizabeth snorted, in bitter amusement as she rose from her chair with a scowl in the King's direction. Thorin gave her a dark look. "What have you found so amusing?" He growled out.
"Nothing, your majesty," Elizabeth gave him a flat look. "A thought just occurred to me is all."
"I do not think we need to hear it," Gandalf stated, sharply.
Thorin glared. "And what thought was that?" Intimidating was not a word sufficient enough to describe what he looked like in that moment though thunderous or like vicious wolf.
"You would have been a good orc," Elizabeth said, and then regretted it a split second later. It was something she never should have said, and she saw Gandalf close his eyes with a mournful sigh.
Thorin's face sagged in shock, his blue eyes so wide that it was almost comically then comprehension dawned on him swiftly. His eyes narrowed into evil slits and his lips pulled back in a snarl. Thorin looked like an avenging angel as he strode towards her, and ever instinct in her told her to bolt. Her pride however kept her tether to the spot, her chin held up high. However before anything could happen Gandalf brought his staff down onto the floor with a loud thunderous thud. "Enough! Thorin you will hold your suspicious tongue," the wizard sent him a harsh glare. "Elizabeth brings no ill will upon your journey!"
Thorin looked at the wizard grudgingly, and the hand upon his sword dropped to his side. He turned the coldest of looks upon Elizabeth, and pinned her there with it. "I will hold mine," he agreed, tersely. "If the wench can hold hers."
"She will," Gandalf assured, a look sent in Elizabeth's direction as if he dared her to dispute his words.
Elizabeth said nothing, simply stared at Thorin. The dwarf king gave her one last snarl before striding past her without another glance. He stormed out the door, and Balin rose with a sigh before the white haired dwarf made his way after. For a second, everything was silent and Elizabeth dropped into the chair her stomach churning with more than a little guilt. "Curse my words," she breathed out, and dropped her head into her hands.
A hand landed on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Kili standing beside her. "I wouldn't worry too much," Kili told her, with a small grin. "Uncle has quite the temper."
"Aye, that he does," Fili agreed. "I don't think he expected you to have one to match his."
"We should head to bed," Dwalin ended the conversation, a bit of frost in his voice and Elizabeth winced. She supposed she should have expected since she insulted their king and comrade right in front of them.
"Aye," several of the dwarves sat and shuffled off to bed. Kili hesitated for a moment before Fili nodded towards the cot, and he made his way over. After there was nothing to be done now. All the dwarves crawled into their beds until only Bilbo and Elizabeth remained by the fire. Gandalf had mysteriously slipped out shortly after Balin and Thorin had. The hobbit clapped his hands together with a odd expression on his face before he turned towards Elizabeth. "Well, that could have went better," Bilbo stated, quirking up a smile.
Elizabeth gave him a flat look.
"Right. Off to bed."
Thorin stood on the balcony trying to solace in the night. He had never felt so enraged. Her words had struck deep, perhaps deeper than she knew, and he gripped the railing so tight that is splintered in his hold. With a heavy sigh, he drew his hands back and brushed off the shards of wood. "What is it you need, Balin?" Thorin asked, fighting to keep his voice light.
"I am in no denial that you possess a temper, laddie," Balin started, his voice was soft and held no judgment. "But I had thought that you had learned to hold it better."
Thorin said nothing, he just stared out across the small village that was covered in the shadows of the night until he looked up at the moon in the distance. It was just a sliver hidden behind the wispy clouds. Balin heaved a deep sigh, and stepped forward to stand at his side. "I know that ye not care for the likes of elves, Thorin," the white haired dwarf said, his hand coming to rest on the railing. "But I do not believe such a reaction warranted. You already knew that the lass was affiliated with elves, she dons have elven weaponry on her."
"And what reaction would you have me give?" Thorin twisted to face him, his expression still dour. "To be cordial with an elf friend?"
"Elf friend or not, she agreed to come on this quest and she has put herself at risk for us if you have so forgotten," Balin pointed, for he needed to be the voice of reason when Thorin did not listen to his own. "And if I were to be bold, I would say that this has nothing to do with elves at all. I wouldn't even say the root of the problem is Elizabeth herself. Thorin gave him a look, and Balin sighed again. "It is a matter of trust," Balin stated, softly. "Trust does not come easy to us dwarves, you most of all. It not a luxury you can afford to give easily, and it is not one that you want to give out. She makes that difficult, doesn't she?"
Thorin's expression tightened. "You are right. You are too bold," Thorin stated, his lips thinned out into a line.
"Only when I need to be," Balin stated, with a half smile. "Do not hold her words too against her, Thorin. I do not believe the lass meant them, nor do I believe you meant yours." And with that Balin turned to walk away. Thorin stood there for several hours lost in though and only when the moon was high in the sky did he make his way back to the room.
It was quiet, and dark. The fire had burned down to glowing embers and everyone was tucked into their beds, but he noticed that the wizard was missing. He made his way over to the empty cot only to pause at the foot of the bed. It was hard to believe that this bare slip of a woman had managed to infuriate him in such a manner. His blue eyes lingered on Elizabeth for longer than necessary before he marched over to his cot, and drew his cloak off his shoulders draping it across the nearby chair before he settled down into his cot. His thoughts were full of denials as an unsettling feeling churned in the pit of his stomach. Balin was the wisest he knew, but in this instances he was wrong. It was as simple as that. He was wrong. Thorin gripped the key around his neck. He had all he needed. He did not need her trust. He did not want it.
Meanwhile in her cot, Elizabeth shifted and her brows pinched as dark thoughts circled her mind as she fell deeper into sleep. She had no warning at all as she fell into the nightmare, and then...then the screaming began.
Hoped you all enjoyed. Next Chapter: Elizabeth's nightmares return and TROLLS! And two unexpected people show up. :D
The Song that Bilbo Sung
"The Parting Glass" is a Scottish and Irish traditional song, often sung at the end of a gathering of friends. The poem was first printed in the 1770s and first appeared in book form in "Scots Songs" by Herd. But it actually dates back further than the 1770s.
Music helps me write. If I have a block or can't figure out how to word something, I'll find a piece of music and close my eyes and listen to it. So I've collected some songs, and decided to make a "Made of Stone OST".
The Soundtrack is incomplete, I will add more songs, but I thought it would be fun to show you some of the songs that helped inspire this story. I have to give props to Shasaria because she helped me discover a few of these gems! Thanks, Shasaria. :D
1.) "Shadow of Doubt" (Elizabeth's Theme) from Escaflowne Soundtrack
2.) "Lullaby for a Stormy Night" (Elrond's Lullaby for Elizabeth) by Vienna Teng
3.) "Florence" (The Shire Theme) from Assassin's Creed 2 Soundtrack
4.) "Babel" (Bilbo Baggins's Theme) by Mumford and Sons
5.) "Reign of the Dark" (Barrow Down Theme) by Adrian Von Ziegler
6.) "Druidic Dreams" (Bree Theme) by Adrian Von Ziegler
7.) "Night Mist" (Fell Winter Theme) by Adrian Von Ziegler
8.) Morning Dew (Rivendell Theme) by Adrian Von Ziegler
9.) "Battle Scars" by Guy Sebastian ft. Lupe Fiasco
10.) "Sakurasou" (Thorin and Elizabeth's Theme 1) by Gackt
11.) "Don't You Worry Child" by Swedish House Mafia
12.) "How Can I Not Love You" (Thorin and Elizabeth's Theme 2) by Joy Enriquez
13.) "Sally's Song" by Amy Lee
14.) "In the Light" by Full Blown Rose
15.) "The Way You Look At Me" (Thorin and Elizabeth's Theme 3) by Christian Bautista
16.) "Love the Way You Lie Pt2" by Rihanna
17.) "Gone Too Soon" by Sarah Jarosz
Cast List
Elizabeth Morgan (Child) - Mackenzie Foy
Elizabeth Morgan (Adult) - Rebecca Herbst
Thorin Oaken shield - Richard Armitage
Charlie Morgan (Elizabeth's Father) - Gary Oldman
Charlie (Dwarf) - Sir Anthony Sher
Gandalf - Ian McKellan
Bilbo Baggins - Martin Freeman
Eleanor Woodbine - Julie Benz
RRs are appreciated and always answered. :D