Hello! I'm back with newest chapter of " Expect the Unexpected." I'm sorry for the unexpected delays in the update. I had injections on both arms, therefore cannot type properly, let alone update the story XD
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This chapter is a bit depressing for Allyria, who is completely alone, without her best friend at her side. I want show the other side of Allyria, the detached, socially awkward, introverted side of her. I listened to Taylor Swift's " I'm only me when I'm with you."
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Allyria
It wasn't until they made camp for the night that she finally felt the sting of leaving Margaery behind. She was rolling out her bedroll, when she realized that Margaery won't be next to her when she wake up. She felt a sudden wave of emptiness and nothingness. The day had started well enough, she bid Marg goodbye with a hug, and kept herself in the company of Dori and Ori during the day. She occasionally shared a laugh with Kili and Fili, yet they were Marg's people, not hers. And then there was the stubborn old rock, Thorin Oakenshield, who glared at her every time their eyes met. Thorin was grumpier than usual, and spent the day talking to Dwalin and Balin.
They ate stew that night, and she kept to herself, not bothered to talk to anyone. To Hell with small talks. Marg is not here to keep me in check, so why even bother? The dwarves sensed her withdrawal and decided to keep a distance from her, even Dori and Ori, who would occasionally glanced at her now and then, checking if she was all right. Bilbo made many attempts to talk to her, but in the end, she returned to her solitary shell.
She finished dinner early, and walked back to her bedroll, needing some alone time. Out of sheer boredom in her solitary shell, she decided to practice her stun gun skill. She was in the middle of testing out the stun guns, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her natural reflex kicked in, in seconds the stun gun was on someone's neck.
" Bofur?" She asked in confusion after seeing the frightened eyes of the toymaker. She let go of her stun gun then, and Bofur sighed in relief.
" For a second there I thought you were going to kill me."
" It's not enough to kill you, but it can do some damages." She replied, putting her stun guns away.
" Like?" Bofur asked, and she turned around. She noticed that most of the dwarves were asleep, while some were still awake, talking quietly amongst themselves. No one noticed her interaction with Bofur, none saved for a pair of cold blue eyes. Thorin was watching them with great intensity, and for the first time since she met him, she felt uneasy.
" I could electrocuted you right there on the spot, and it would be very painful." She explained, not taking her eyes off Thorin's. If he thinks he can just scared me with his glare, then he's as wrong as fish out of water. She sent him a glare back, whereas his was cold and filled with hostility, hers was crippled with determination and fire hidden within.
" You would think I learned the lesson by now, eh?" Bofur asked, and let out a chuckle, and looked at him.
" Perhaps this will be the last time, before the student bests the master." She mused, before asking " What do you need me for?"
" The third watch is yours for tonight." Bofur answered, " You weren't paying attention during dinner, so thought I should remind you."
" How very kind of you Bofur." She said with a polite smile, " Who else will be joining be for the last watch then?"
" That'll be Thorin." Bofur answered and her cool exterior cracked. Lovely.
" All righty then. Good night Bofur, and sorry about the...yeah..." She struggled to find the right word, but Bofur already nodded his head in acceptance.
" No harm done. It was my fault for catching you off guard." Bofur said and her eyebrows twitched.
" I'm never off guard, Bofur. Never." She stated calmly, and Bofur took it as a sign to retreat before the worst could happens. It'd be snow in August before I am caught off guard. " Sleep well, Bofur." I promise I won't strangle you in your sleep, although I can't say the same for your rock of a leader. She gave Thorin one last glare and laid down on her bedroll, her stun guns secured underneath her makeshift pillow.
She dreamt of Margaery that night. Of their first meeting all those years ago. They met on a warm autumn day, she still remembered the exact spot when she ran into her future best friend. She was trying to escape the loud screaming noises coming from her mom's room in the hospital. Uncle Dan was busy talking on the phone, and her jovial four years old self quickly slipped out of his sight. She ran then, exploring the hospital with her imaginary best friend, Paul, who was a space seahorse. She was running from Uncle Dan, when she bumped into someone, who let out a small yelp when they collided.
" Watch where you're going next time, pinkie." She said as she got up from the floor.
" Watch where you're going next time, girlie!" Even at a young age, Margaery was never the master of insults. Margaery was ever polite and friendly, and the traits irked her greatly as they grew older.
" At least, I'm not the one who's wearing pink. Did you bath yourself in it or something?" She asked with a pout.
" No, did you?" Margaery replied, her face red with embarrassment.
" Are you blind?" She retorted, and Margaery stomped her little feet in response.
" Not as blind as you. You ran into me!" Marg pointed her finger at her.
" You rant into me! Liar!" She stomped her feet then, and felt a strong pair of arms lifted her up, and removed her from the spot.
" Allyria. What are you doing child?" Her uncle's voice was stern and austere, whereas her father was full of warmth and love.
" Nothing, uncle." She mumbled, her eyes glued on her feet. " I was doing nothing."
" Why did you run?" His voice softened then.
" I couldn't take it anymore. Why is mother screaming? Is she in pain? Why can't the doctor stop the noise?" She blurted out, and felt tears forming in her eyes. Her mother had been in the hospital for a day now, and ever since she arrived this morning with her uncle, her mom had yet to see her, the only sound she heard were the screaming and crying coming from the room.
" Your mother is trying to bring your little brother into this world, my dear."
" She should be happy then! She shouldn't be screaming. My little brother won't like it." She said, her mind was innocent and young.
" No, he won't." Uncle chuckled then and turned to Margaery, who was standing there, hiding behind someone's leg.
" I'm sorry for all the troubles. My niece doesn't like the hospital that much." Uncle spoke, and she heard a light laugh. She looked up then and saw a man, with brown hair, and blue eyes, his face was kind and comely, his smile reminded her of Father.
" My daughter as well. She hates the smell of it." Uncle and the man shared a chuckle. It wasn't long before they parted, although not before uncle made her apologize to Margaery, who accepted it without a second thought.
" Please to meet you. I'm Margaery Preston." her best friend formally introduced herself then, and extended a hand to her. She shook it reluctantly, and introduced herself, at her uncle's urging.
" Allyria Parker. The pleasure is mine."
She woke up then, sensing movements on the ground, and her hands automatically went to the stun guns, holding it tight. The movements stopped a few feet away from her spot, and she released her stun guns when she heard the familiar voice of Thorin.
" It's time. Go get some sleep." He ordered and she heard the sound of footsteps, heavy compared to that of Thorin's.
" Have fun, uncle." She recognized Kili's voice. Thorin's an uncle? Kili and Fili's uncle? How unfortunate. If you can't be a loving father, might as well be an overbearing pain in the ass uncle.
" Should I wake Allyria?" Fili asked. Try and you'll meet the same fate as the others who had.
" No." Ah, the King is being nice for one, " I don't need her company for tonight." That's what you said last night, ass wipe.
" All righty then. Good night uncle." With that Fili and Kili retreated and slumbered away until dawn arrives. She waited until they were asleep to crawled out of her bedroll, and silently made her way towards Thorin, whose back was on her, and was cleaning his sword.
" Didn't take you for a hygiene man, my King." She said and sat down. He gave her a quick glare before resumed his cleaning.
" I didn't take you for a whore either." Thorin replied, and her eyebrows twitched in annoyance and amusement.
" Were you expecting some kind of service from me?" She asked, " Perhaps, something physical, and more intimate than what I gave you last night."
" I expected nothing from you, woman." He gritted his teeth, and his grip on the sword tightened.
" Yet I caught you unexpected, didn't I?" The kick wasn't that hard. Even a child can take it, but then again, he is a child inside.
" What is it that you want?" Thorin asked in his signature gruff voice.
" What I want is entirely different from what you wanted last night." She answered with a smile.
" I wanted nothing from you." He hissed.
" So you don't want me then? Was that why you stared at my breasts?" She asked casually.
" This discussion is over. Go back to your bed." He stated coldly, eyes glued to his sword.
" Would you like to join me?" She teased, and he turned to look at her, his eyes burning with hostility.
" This discussion is over. Go to sleep, Allyria." He said, his voice venomous. She smirked at his action. Who would thought that the almighty Thorin could be so prude.
" Don't act all honorable now." She said, and he remained quite, pretending not to hear or even acknowledge her. Her smirk turned into a full grin at his silence.
" Perhaps I damaged more than what I intended." She added with a smirk. " Your pride will be your downfall Thorin."
" You think I'm prideful?" He asked her then, his voice low.
" That's an understatement, my King." She let out a chuckle. " You walk with a stick up your ass."
" Have you no filter?" Thorin ridiculed, and made an attempt to switch the topic.
" You should know this by now. Besides, it's not like I'm the only who doesn't use filter. As I recalled, you had no filter last night." His eyes flared up in anger, and she knew she had hit the jackpot. How big is his ego?
" You couldn't let the past go, can you?" He growled quietly after a while.
" I'm not the one who's reclaiming a kingdom that was lost centuries ago." She said casually. Thorin turned stiff next to her. That's right! The truth hurts, you stubborn old rock!
" Of course, you're not. You don't have people depend on you, whose lives are your responsibility. You know nothing of burdens, you know nothing of duty." He spat, and her eyes flared up in annoyance and anger. Oh no he didn't. All senses escaped hers, and the next thing she knew, she slapped Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain, right across the face. Thorin looked at her in shock, anger quickly formed in his blue eyes, and he grabbed her by the wrist, his grip tight and strong, and she flinched, careful not to show her weakness.
" That was treason, which can be punishable by death." His voice was low, and dangerous. She remained calm from his threat, and let out a scoff.
" Last time I checked, it's not treason if it's not against a king."
" I am a king." He stated coldly.
" But you're not my king." She replied in her icy tone. His grip on her lessened, and she was grateful for her bold statement.
" Then why are you here?" He asked bluntly, and she answered casually.
" I'm here because Margaery needs me, you stupid little fool. You think I enjoy this journey? You think you enlighten me with your majestic brooding crap?" She spat with anger, "Release me or else your company will find you armless by the time they wake up."
Thorin's anger burned down, and was replaced with sudden realization that he was harming a woman. He released her then, and she glared at him, while examined her wrist. Out of the two, he picked my weak wrist.
" Have I hurt you?" He asked quietly as she carefully massaged her left wrist.
" You think I'd let you live if you hurt me? You simply opened up an old wound." She answered dryly.
" What happened?" He inquired as he took her wrist, much to her chagrin, and began to massage it. He really wants to die.
" What do you mean?" She asked, and looked at him with caution. He rubbed his fingers around the once injured area, and the pain began to fade.
" To your wrist." He stated, and looked at her in a more civilized way.
" My first mission. Three years ago, the idiot slammed my hand against a door, broke three of my ribs, and fractured my wrist. I caught him, returned the favor, and killed him afterward." She answered. Her first mission was messy, yet well organized. She was supposed to be home by seven, and be at Marg's birthday party at eight, but the idiot was stronger than she thought, and gave her three broken ribs, and damaged her left wrist. He made her late for Marg's party, and she made him suffer for it. She hid her injuries well enough, and Marg had no suspicion when she arrived thirty minutes late of her original time line.
" That man knew nothing of treating women with respect. Women are to be cherished and protected." Thorin stated, holding her wrist tenderly.
" Men." She muttered under the breath. " You think we're some kind of china dolls that can easily be broken."
" Are you?" Thorin asked, and she looked at him then.
" No." She answered, and he let out a warm smile. Did he just smile? So Thorin Oakenshield can smile.
" I believe I owed you a thank you." He said after a long, comfortable silence.
" Who hasn't?" She quipped and he chuckled.
" Thank you for rescuing us from the trolls."
" You should thank my blood thirst for that, besides it wasn't that big of a deal. I'm sure being eaten by a troll can be a pleasant experience. It's not cannibalism, technically." She japed, and he let out a small hearty laugh then. They remained in the peaceful silence for a few minutes, before a sudden topic came into her mind.
" Speaking of women. Don't you have one?" I'm going to die, might as well get all the juicy informations while he's vulnerable.
" A wife?" Thorin asked, his blue eyes slightly widened at her question.
" Yeah!" She replied, " It's part of your kingly duty to produce an heir to the throne. Have you produced one yet?"
" Dwarven women are rare in our race. So, the chances of us men getting married are slim and small." He said, and she could tell he was avoiding the topic. He's not a blushing maiden is he? No, he must have had his share of women, and is currently deprived of them. If that's the case, then I can't blame him for coming on to me last night.
" But surely, there must be some offers for your hand." He looked insult then, and she giggled at the sight.
" You act as if I'm a queen, and not a king." Thorin stated.
" Well, if you'd prefer it that way." She said cheekily. " So have you a wife?" Shakespeare does come in handy at time.
" No."
" Have you an heir then? Out of wedlock perhaps. It's totally understandable in my dictionary you know." She asked, determined to get more information.
" I have two heirs, and it's not out of wedlock." Thorin answered, giving her an annoyed look.
" I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm sure she was one hell of a woman, I mean, it's you. The walking pain in the ass." She replied, not knowing the full story behind Marg's beloved adventure tale.
" My sister is not dead, Allyria." Thorin stated.
" Your sister?! I didn't know incest is tolerable in this world. Nevertheless, I'm happy that she's not dead." She exclaimed, and Thorin's eyes widened in horror.
" My sister is my sister! My heirs are my nephews. There is no incestuous practice in this world." Tell that to Jaime and Cersei, and the Targaryens.
" Reading too much fictional works appear to have given me some insane theories on forbidden love." She explained with a nervous smile.
" Something tell me it takes more than that to explain your insanity." Thorin hissed in irritation, and she smirked slightly at his statement.
" That I won't deny. It's wonderful to embrace your flaws, despite me not having any." I can be egoistical too.
" How is your wrist now?" Thorin asked, and diverted the topic.
" Better, thanks to you. For all your roughness, you are surprisingly gentle." She stated, and then realized how he must have heard it. She bid back a smile then, careful not to rub salt on his stabilizing wound. " If you don't mind, I think I'll get back to sleep now."
" What about your watch duty?" He asked, and she raised an eyebrow. Is he asking me to stay?
" You ordered me to go back to sleep, Thorin. It's not good for a king to go back on his word." She teased. It'll be awkward if I stay. Might as well grab the chance and ditch.
" It's not good for you to go back on your duty."
" In which you relieved me off." She answered and stood up. She walked back to her bedroll, and laid down, but not before bidding the leader good night.
" Good night, Thorin. I'll be up in an hour." She said.
" A minute late and you will be left behind." He replied. She smirked and went back to sleep.
She didn't dream of Margaery this time, but a pair of cool sapphire eyes that belonged to Thorin Oakenshield.
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