The Storms Only You Can Calm: A Hobbit Fanfiction Story

Chapter 11:

Bilbo was gone for a little while as I sat in the same place, unsure of what to do or say to anyone. They seemed to treat me as if I had a plague or something. I noticed Thorin glancing my way every few minutes, his pacing back and forth, awaiting news from Bilbo. Suddenly he came running as fast as possible down the narrow pathway and nearly ran past Thorin and Dwalin as they began to question him about the Orcs.

"Did they see you? They saw you." Gandalf said, walking up to him. I stood from my spot, slowly moving toward them. "Excellent burglar material." Gandalf said as I joined the group, they began chattering and talking, but Bilbo shut them up quickly, saying that something else was out there. "What form did it take? Like a bear?" I felt my hairs on my neck and arms stand up as Bilbo answered him, then there was arguing about doubling back and blaming Gandalf until he spoke.

"There is a house…it's not far from here, where we might take refuge." I moved away from them, toward the pathway Bilbo came from. I guess I would have to show Thorin and the others that I am very capable of protecting them. "Whose house? Are they friend or foe?" "Neither. He will help us…or he will kill us." the dwarves all starting exchanging looks and Thorin spoke up. "What choice do we have?" "None." Gandalf said and suddenly there was a huge roar from behind us.

I jumped and grabbed the first thing I could, holding it tight. I blinked and looked at Thorin…I was holding his hand with all my might. I went to pull away, but his grip tightened and then we all started running, following Gandalf as fast as we could. Once we were off the rocky terrain, there were beautiful fields of flowers and trees and rivers that we ran through, trying to get to the house.

Gandalf led us through a forest and Thorin let my hand go as another roar filled the area, it was close, really close. "This way! Quickly!" Gandalf called and Thorin yelled "Run!" I felt panicked and almost couldn't move my legs. Thankfully my body seemed to understand and my feet started forward, then moved faster and faster. I felt power surge into my body as I ran quicker, feeling as if my legs were long and lean, an elf's legs, capable of running swiftly through the forest.

The forest was behind us as I saw the house, it was big, as in made for a giant person although it looked beautiful, my legs carried me faster, ever closer to the huge doors that were coming up fast. I glanced to the side and saw Bombur running with all his strength, outrunning everyone. He crashed into the door as I almost did the same, my legs barely stopping.

I looked for a doorknob, but my mind raced and I couldn't focus on anything except the huge creature that just leapt from the trees, growling and running toward us. The dwarves were banging on the door, trying to get it open as Gandalf yelled for us to do so. Thorin ran forward and lifted a lock I didn't even see and we all ran in, the creature slamming against the door, trying to get it.

After a moment, they got it closed and I fell to the ground, my strength completely gone. "Elisa!" Bilbo called and ran to my body as I laid there, unable to move. "Gandalf help!" he called and then I saw Gandalf enter my line of vision. He began to mumble something and then I felt something stir inside me, an ache that was both painful and enjoyable. Gandalf started to fade away, the ache growing and begging my mind and body to give in and let it take over. "I'm just going to rest for a bit…" I mumbled and then fell asleep.

I opened my eyes, stretching as much as I could, loving the softness underneath my body. I blinked at few times, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the house. I noticed I was lying on a haystack, then I noticed more hay and bundles of dwarves lying around. I sighed, feeling as if I had failed myself and them, I couldn't protect them if I couldn't control my powers.

I mean I passed out just running, how could I use my powers without causing more harm. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't, there was no resting for me. I crawled over to the edge and then stepped over the dwarves, not wanting to wake them. I walked over to a window and looked out, not seeing the beast or Orc, making me feel a bit better. I sighed and quietly opened it, knowing the front door would make too much noise.

I slipped out and stayed to the shadows, scared the beast would appear and attack me. I saw a bright moon lighting the fields with a beautiful glow and took a sat on a nearby bench. "It's so pretty." "Are you the woman with the dwarves in my house?" I jumped up and turned, backing into a tree as the figure stepped forward, allowing light to shine on him. He was huge! But his eyes didn't seem to hold any anger toward me.

"Forgive us! There was a creature chasing us! And Orcs!" I whispered fast, hoping he wouldn't kill us like Gandalf said. "It is I who chased you. I am the beast." I froze, he was the beast? I just stared as he came closer, towering over me with such ease. "No, don't fear me. I am myself. I will not harm you." I nodded slowly, unable to move. "Please, come sit with me." he sat on the bench and patted next to him.

I slowly sat back down and he looked up to the sky. "The Orcs that are following you are in the forest, they are waiting for you and your group to leave." I blinked and glanced around. "Do not worry, they would not dare come onto my land." "I'm sorry if we brought them to you, forgive us. We did not mean to lead them to this beautiful place." he nodded and looked down at me, his eyes shining.

"You are not a dwarf. What are you?" "Well I'm part elf, part wizard, and part human. Bilbo is the hobbit that is taking care of me. Gandalf is a wizard, but I think you two know each other." he nodded again and looked away from me. "I do not like dwarves." "Me either." I said out of reflects and he met my eyes. "Then why are you with them?" I shrugged and watched the winds blow the grass and flowers softly. "Bilbo is my caretaker, but he got roped into helping the dwarves, so I came along so he wouldn't have to stay behind with me."

"You should rest. I will keep watch over these lands, nothing will harm you." "Actually, I was hoping I could just sleep out here, I've never really liked sleeping near them." he stood up, nodding at me. "Very well." he started to walk away, but I had to say something. "We might not like dwarves, but I will protect these dwarves with my life. You should at least give them a chance."

He stopped at the door and glanced over his shoulder, nodding slightly at me. "I'm Elisa by the way." "Beorn." and then he disappeared from my view. I laid on the bench, staring up at the sky as the clouds hid the stars and then allowed them to show. "I do not like dwarves…" I mumbled and sighed, knowing that wasn't entirely true. "…but these dwarves are my friends. And I will always protect my friends."

I opened my eyes to the bright lights shining on me and realized I had fallen asleep. I sat up, yawning and stretching, then looked around. I heard talking and movements in the house and knew the dwarves were up. "I can't find Elisa!" I heard Bilbo say and then more talking and movement of feet. "Fear not, she is outside." Beorn's deep voice drown them out and then the door opened.

"Elisa! I thought you ran off!" Bilbo said and hugged me tight. "I'm still here Bilbo, go get something to eat. I'm coming." I shooed him away and then saw Thorin leaning against the doorway. "Walk with me." "No." I snapped at him and he came close, completely in my face and I looked away. "Do not make me say it again." then he turned and walked further from the house, out of anyone's view.

I slowly followed, unsure of what he wanted from me. We walked until I knew nobody would be able to hear or see us. Thorin turned and faced me, watching my every move. "What do you want Thorin?" I asked and looked around, acting as if I didn't care. He closed the distance between us and I backed away, but his hands found my shoulders quickly and stopped me.

"Do not run from me. Do you think I wish harm to you?" I couldn't met his eyes, I wanted to get away, to run, but his hands kept me in place. "Elisa!" he snapped and I jerked to look at him. "What? You cannot treat me like this! I do not wish to be treated like this!" I whispered and he looked stunned. "Like what?" "You seem to not be bothered by me, then you kiss me, then hate me, then try to kiss me again, then act as if I am to blame for everything, then nothing! I hate this! Just tell me what you want from me Thorin!"

I let everything out and I felt tears stinging my eyes, but he just stared at me. After a moment, he spoke, "You believe I hate you?" I nodded and tried to move away from him, but he jerked me into an embrace, holding me tight. "Elisa, I do not hate you. I am merely confused by you." I blinked and he pulled back enough to look at me. "Confused?" "Yes, you seemed to enjoy our kisses in Rivendell, yet you pulled away. Then you yelled at me for trying to do it again. How could I not be confused?"

I stared at him, trying to see any lie in his eyes, but I found none. "You care for me?" I breathed and he blinked, then stepped away, releasing me. "I can't care for anyone until the mission is fulfilled." I felt a bit of sadness and anger at his answer. "You care for me! Just admit it!" his eyes flashed anger as he grabbed my arms again. "Of course I do! How could I not?!" then he crashed his lips onto mine.

We broke apart after a moment and just stared into each others eyes. "Thorin?" "I care for you, even though I shouldn't. I am drawn to you." his words were soft and I seemed to sense his fear of rejection. I placed my hands on his forearms, running them along his skin. "I care for you, Thorin, although this is complicated." he nodded and placed his forehead on mine.

"We should get back." he said after clearing his throat, but my grip tightened. "Do not go back to treating me as if I do not matter. I will not forgive you a second time." I hissed and he nodded, his fingers tracing my cheek. I shivered at his touch and he smirked, then kissed me once more, before turning and walking away from me. I stood there for a minute, allowing his kisses to linger on my lips and my mind before going to the house.

They were talking about Azog and skin-changers like Beorn when I walked in, sitting beside Bilbo. I notice Thorin was watching me, his eyes showing me he was still thinking of our kisses. I blushed and looked down, unable to hide my face. They spoke of going through Mirkwood, taking the Elven road, although Beorn didn't seem to approve. He spoke of the Orcs, saying we would never reach the forest.

He stood up, meeting my eyes and then nodded slightly, saying he didn't like dwarves and why. He said he hated Orcs more and offered his help to us. Thorin and the others were loading up the ponies as I spoke to Beorn. "Thank you for trusting them." "They should keep you safe." I nodded, glancing at Thorin, who seemed to be watching me with cautious eyes.

"Do you think we will make it to the forest before the Orc catch up?" he looked down at me and shook his head. "No, but I will follow and keep them from your party, I will make sure you reach it." I nodded and smiled at him, then gave him a quick hug, which he slowly returned. "Let's go!" I saw Thorin mount his horse and his eyes were on me as I broke away from Beorn. "Thank you again Beorn. I hope to see you again."

He looked at Thorin, then spoke to the others, "Go now. While you have the light. Your hunters are not far behind." then he turned away and started to walk off, I knew soon he would become the mighty bear and chase the Orc's away. Thorin rode his horse to me and held out his hand. "Come on." I took it and he pulled me up with ease, as if I was a child. I gently placed my hands on his shoulders and he seemed to be tense.

We rode in silence, following Gandalf without speaking to each other at all. Everything was silent, as if to try to hide further from the pack chasing us. We finally came up to the forest called Mirkwood and dismounted the ponies. I slipped away from the others, touching a tree at the edge of the woods. It seemed odd, as if it was sick or dying. Something was wrong here, I could feel it in my entire body.