Memories Of Gold.
Chapter 11 : The Sickness Takes Hold.
Location : Sleeping Chambers, Erebor, The Lonely Mountain.
Bella couldn't help but feel terrible as she wandered over the waste and climbed the wall back into Erebor. She loved Gandalf but would not abandon the dwarfs in their hour of need. She slipped past the room of deep snores and peeked in at the company sleeping around a small fire.
She continued on and padded down to her room, a generous guest suite that Thorin insist she reside in. She grasped the cool metal handle and opened the door, only to find a blazing fire warming the room and a dark figure in the armchair facing it.
'Good Evening, Mistress Baggins.'
A deep husky voice pierced the heavy silence between them and Bella felt herself begin to sweat as she gazed into the eyes of Thorin. Had he spotted her ?! The king stood up and walked over to her. 'And, where have you been at this time of night?' he raised an eyebrow questionably.
'I...I couldn't sleep, so I went exploring.' He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. The truth was, a few hours earlier, he had felt the same. He had rolled out of bed and went searching for Bella, seeking comfort in her soft smiles. His panic at finding her gone was nothing compared to burning rage when he guessed she was 'with' Bofur. The red flush on her cheeks, confirmed his suspicions in his own mind.
'I trust you had a good time.' he said bitterly, as he marched to the door. 'Thorin wait!' Bella reached for him and accidentally grabbed his light cotton shirt. She let it go, face burning as he turned to her. 'Please stay.' was all she said.
He scowled but walked back to the chair, leaving the heavy door open. Bella followed and sat in the armchair beside his and both stared into the dancing flames. '...Thorin, is everything alright?' he looked at her and all he could imagine was Bofur's filthy mitted hands touching her creamy skin.
'It is not wise to form a relationship with any of the company.' he spat suddenly. 'And I certainly would not advice it to be HIM, of all dwarves. He may act charming but has broken too many innocent hearts.' Bella froze, her eyes widening.
'What are you talking about?' Thorin barked a snide laugh. 'Do not play me for a fool, Bella, I know of you and Bofur.' Bella frowned at him. 'Thorin, there is nothing going on between Bofur and I, for Mahal's sake.' His anger bubbled over as he rose from the chair. 'You dare lie to ME?!' The hobbit snorted and pulled him down. 'No, I do not, maybe if you just controlled yourself for once, you would see that- IDIOT!'
They both stared at each other, eyes blazing, one with a bright cold light, the other with a dark, burning one. Finally the light eyes gave in and Thorin looked away. '...Forgive me, I just don't want you to get hurt.'
She softened and her small hand tried to envelop his. They sat like that for some time, comfortable in each other's company and spoke of their adventures. It felt like old times, before the unhealthy obsessions began. They laughed for a while until there was nothing left to say and Thorin found his thoughts turning to the army that would attack at dawn.
He stared at his burglar, the firelight illuminating her plain face and soft curls. This might be the last night they ever spend together. The thought sickened him to his very core.
He noticed the firelight dancing off the bracelet he'd given her and felt his mind wander to his golden treasure hoard and the Arkenstone. The more he thought about all that gold, all those jewels, the more clouded he felt his mind become and he wanted it, Mahal he wanted it all.
The warmth of the fire became too hot and his mind burned behind those crazed eyes. He glanced over at her, how the fire turned her hair golden...just like his treasure except more valuable than all he possessed. He wanted it. He rose from the seat and thought he heard Bella's voice through the haze. 'Thorin?' He loved the way she said his name. Never would he let this jewel be taken from him. He stumbled to the great door and turned to her as she stood up.
He wanted her.
'You're mine.' he whispered as he slowly closed the door behind him.
A/N : Shit went down. Told y'all you'd hate me ;) Tell us what you think! I don't own the Hobbit.