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Chapter Ten: Flói, Son of Frár.
The next few days seemed to fly-by and soon Thalia and the twins found herself on the road again with Beorn acting as an escort to get them to the mountain safely without any trouble. The Lonely Mountain seemed to grow closer with each passing day and Thalia found herself thinking more about what would happen when she saw Thorin again; it had been years and she had no idea how she would explain.
There hadn't been a sniff of orc since they had left Beorn's house and Thalia was grateful for that; she had no weapon to fight with and she regretted losing her sword now more than ever after the battle. The fire crackled as Thalia finished serving dinner, her eyes constantly sweeping the trees around them since she hadn't seen Beorn since they had stopped for the night; it was starting to worry her since he didn't usually stay away for so long.
Theseus was practically asleep in his dinner and Samara was eating hers slowly; the twins were exhausted and looked ready to fall asleep at any moment. Sitting down to eat her own food, Thalia couldn't help but notice how quiet it was and she hoped that Beorn was alright; she felt on edge and she wished that she knew what was happening.
The sound of movement made Thalia turn quickly, her eyes searching the forest trying to see what was happening; but with so little light left but the fire it was hard. Suddenly a dwarf came rushing through the woods, he came to a sudden stop upon seeing Thalia and the twins before looking back wildly trying to find the beast that had chased him.
"Who are you?" Thalia asked getting to her feet, she wasn't in the mood for this right now and she could only hope that this dwarf would have answers for her. The dwarf was rather stocky and his brown hair seemed to have once resembled a mohawk that was now a tangled mess upon his head; his blue eyes stared towards the small group wondering what was going on.
"Flói, Son of Frár my lady…" the dwarf said introducing himself with a low bow, he recalled her from the company that he had been traveling with from Rivendell. The woman and her children had been guests of Master Gloin, they were guests of importance that had been sent away just as the fight had taken place; the dwarves had been quickly overrun by the orcs. Thalia nodded her head, she had a feeling that she recognised him from somewhere and she hoped that Beorn hadn't scared him too much when he had been chasing him.
"You were one of the dwarves from the delegation," Thalia remembered suddenly, she was relieved that they had run into someone that was from that group; she had feared them all dead by now after the attack that had happened. Flói nodded his head, he slowly moved closer to the fire realising that Thalia was an ally and that he would be safe here; his eyes still glanced into the trees around them trying to spot the beast.
"The others…" Thalia asked gently, her eyes flickering to the twins knowing that they didn't need to hear this; she already had her suspicions and she hoped that she was wrong. Flói looked down at his hands, he had lost many a friend during that fight and even Master Gloin had been one of the many that hadn't been able to escape from the fight. The silence that he gave to her question made Thalia's stomach turn even more, she knew that her worst fears were about to be confirmed and she shed tears for those who had died.
"Many died, what was left scattered to the wind to escape," Flói confirmed shaking his head, he would say no more in fear of upsetting Thalia more than needed.
Flói watched as Thalia settled the twins down for bed, he was surprised that they had been able to eat their dinner since they seemed to practically fall asleep in their dinner after he had sat down. He had been surprised when Thalia had invited him to eat with them and he was relieved for some proper food that was much better than the scrapes he had left from the battle.
"You're the witch from the tales," Flói whispered when Thalia moved back from the fire, there had been a lot of whispers about her since she had begun her travels with the delegation back to Erebor. The fact that Master Gloin had welcomed her as an old friend had made the others curiously; especially considering the fact her son looked so much like their King.
Thalia smiled a little, she didn't consider herself a witch anymore even if she did still practice the craft; she saw herself more of a demi-god than anything else. She had thought that maybe they would say that it was Thorin that had done the great deed in defeating Azog; her own place nothing more than a foot-note in history or something like that.
"The one that defeated Azog," Flói clarified, there were many witches in history and he wanted to make sure that he had the right one. Everyone had heard the stories about the brave witch that had taken on Azog when their King had been so near death; she had done what no man could and had destroyed his evil once and for all. Thalia raised an eyebrow as she looked at Flói, she had wondered how she was remembered after what she had done but it surprised her that people knew her at all.
"That's me," Thalia confirmed looking at the fire, she had never thought that she would be remembered and there were so many things that she had wanted to talk to Gloin about before they reached the mountain. That was clearly no longer possible, from what Flói had said there was no chance that she would even be seeing Gloin again and Thalia would have to work this out alone.
The two of them were silent while they both thought about what had been said, neither sure what to make of the situation that they had found themselves in; it was clear they would have to work together to reach the mountain.
"You are shorter than described," Flói mused snapping Thalia out of her thoughts, she looked over at him surprised a little by his statement about her height. She guessed that the dwarves would think that she would be taller because she was of the race of man; however, she wasn't much taller than the average dwarf and a little shorter than Thorin himself.
Flói eyed Thalia, he wasn't sure what would be waiting for them at the mountain but from the stories that he had heard growing up there was likely to be a large welcoming waiting for them when they arrived. His thoughts turned to the two children that were traveling with her, he had heard whispers that King Thorin was the father and he wasn't sure how the dwarves of Erebor would take that news.
There would be many that would not be pleased with the news that the King had children of his own especially considering they would be half-breeds and the heirs to the throne itself. Many had come to accept that the King might never marry and have children of his own; they accepted that Fili would be the next King when his uncle died.
"We should get some sleep," Thalia murmured getting to her feet, there was a long journey ahead of them and she could only hope that this wouldn't bring them any trouble. They were getting closer to the mountain and Thalia wanted to get there with the week, it was freezing outside and there was an increasing chance of snow with every day that they were delayed.
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