And now we begin Movie two! The Desolation of Smaug. *Evil Grin*
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The light was strange and unearthly as the company awaited the arrival of Bilbo. Though the sun shone, lightin' the surroundin's, the sky was dark and cloudy. I sat miserably on the ground, far away from the others, my braids still stained with the blood of goblins and my own. Ever since Thorin's little warnin' and then my brilliant display of hatred towards Kili, the company had tiptoed around me like I was a dragon myself. I had not spoken more than three words since that night. I had counted. We had been constantly on the run to avoid the pale orc and his minions. I was weary of it. I just wanted it to all be done. Kili seemed the most hurt by my withdrawn behavior. Had Thorin been right after all? My teeth gritted again as I thought about the words of the dwarven king. Do not give him hope where none should be found.
Instead, I had spent my time explorin' the abilities of my pendant. The lack of animals around made this difficult, but I had discovered, that if I really focused, I could understand Bifur's dwarven speech. Apparently it wasn't just animals I could understand. Though their language was simpler and I soon became used to hearin' their words in my head instead of the normal sounds I was used to. Everyone jumped up as Bilbo rushed into the clearin'.
"How close is the pack?" Dwalin asked the breathless hobbit immediately.
"Too close." Bilbo breathed heavily, bendin' over to catch his breath. "A couple of leagues, no more. But that's not the worst of it!" He looked up quickly.
"Have the wargs picked up your scent?" Dwalin questioned, suddenly nervous.
"Not yet, but they will. We have another problem!" Bilbo began again.
"Did they see you? They saw you." Gandalf started, answerin' his own question.
"No, that's not it!" Bilbo nodded.
"What did I tell you?" Gandalf smiled. "Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material." The dwarves all started talkin' at once, chucklin' or commentin' on somethin'.
"Will you listen- will you just listen?" Bilbo tried to get in, exasperatedly.
"SHUT IT!" I hollered over the din, silencin' everyone quickly. Five words. Bilbo looked at me for a second before speakin' in the silence I had given him.
"As I was trying to tell you," Bilbo turned to the company. "There's something else out there!" The dwarves exchanged worried glances.
"What form did he take?" Gandalf questioned slowly. "Like a bear?" He guessed.
"Ye-" Bilbo started before lookin' at Gandalf suspiciously. "Y-yes. But bigger. Much bigger." Bofur looked over at the wizard.
"You knew about the beast?" The wizard's silence answered his question. "I say we double back." The normally cheery dwarf turned to the rest of the company. I just rolled my eyes and tuned the dwarves out. I didn't know what they were talkin' about, but I didn't really care at the moment. Kili looked in my direction worriedly. I caught his eye for a second before turnin' away quickly, realizin' that I had been starin' at him. I hid my head in my arms as I plopped down. My face was most certainly red. After the dwarves finished discussin' what to do next, Bombor came and touched me hesitantly on the shoulder. My head shot up immediately and I turned to the large dwarf.
"We're all tired lass." Bombor said sympathetically. "But Gandalf's leadin' us to a house were we can rest." I just nodded numbly and stood up. I walked after some of the dwarves who were followin' the gray wizard through the rocks. But I heard Nori whisper to Bombor behind me.
"She didn't bite your head off! Impressive." I didn't care to glare at the dwarven thief. I just marched forward in silence. We continued along cautiously until we heard the sound of snarlin' wargs behind us. Then we broke into a run. Our smaller size aided us greatly as we weaved through the trees and underbrush. Suddenly, an earsplittin' roar echoed out from somewhere to our right.
"This way! Quickly!" Gandalf called out from the front. I turned around to see Bombor stand in shock as the rest of the dwarves rushed past. I sprinted back, grabbin' my uncle's shoulder and givin' him a push after the rest of the dwarves. He snapped out of his shock at my touch and quickly rushed past me after the others, passin' them quickly. I looked behind me, eyes widenin' as a huge hulkin' figure of a bear crashed towards me.
"Laurëel!" Kili's voice shouted to me from farther ahead. I turned quickly and sprinted after the rest of the company.
"To the house! Run!" Gandalf hollered as we break through the trees. All that stands between us and a large, hedge surrounded hut was a stretch of field. I can hear the bear right behind me now as I hurry after the others. The rest of the company were already through the front gate, as I got halfway across the field. "Come on! Get inside!" Gandalf instructed.
"Hurry lass!" Bofur shouted to me from the gateway. I was only a few feet from the front gate when I noticed they were havin' trouble with the large door to the house. The bear roared behind me.
Trespassers! Filthy dwarves! He growled in my mind. The dwarves ahead of me still struggled helplessly with the front door. In a moment of insanity, I whipped around and stood my ground. I can't imagine how what I did next looked to the dwarves who were watchin' me worriedly. I opened my mouth, knowin' what I was goin' to say.
Stop! I shouted at the large bear, who skidded to a stop, startled and confused. It probably looked to the dwarves like I had just growled at the bear ten times my size, because they started shoutin' to me. Some of them anyway.
"What are you doin'?" Bofur yelled.
"Hurry up! Get in the gate!" Kili shouted. I ignored both of them and continued to growl at the bear.
We mean you no harm. We are just travelers. I tried to reason with it, puttin' my urgrosh away to prove my words.
You are not welcome here half dwarf! The bear growled back.
We travel with Gandalf the Grey. He will make sure we do not defile this place. I promised, hopin' the dwarves would actually listen to the wizard.
Gandalf? Why would the wandering wizard be in the company of dwarves? The bear growled in his throat.
We are bein' hunted by orcs. They will kill us all if we stay out in the open! I pleaded.
Why should I care? The bear asked, gettin' angrier. You are trespassers! Foolish half dwarf! I held my hands out in front of me tentatively as the bear began clamberin' towards me.
Please, try to understand. We're just tryin' to survive- but I was cut off as Kili pulled me backwards and a giant paw struck the air where I had been only moments before. I turned around and stumbled forward, Kili still graspin' my wrist as he pulled me through the front gate and towards the open door. The rest of the company watched in horror from inside the house as the two of us sprinted forward, the huge bear crashin' behind us. I yelped in pain as I felt sharp teeth sink into my lower arm. Kili yanked me away, causin' the teeth to tear through my skin. The bear growled as he spat out my blood.
"Quickly!" Thorin shouted over the blood pumpin' in my ears. At last, Kili and I dove through the door and tumbled to the floor as the dwarves shoved the door on the bear's large muzzle comin' after us. The dwarves all shoved together and slammed the door shut, slidin' the bar across it. The large beast rammed against the door as I clutched my arm closely to my chest, bitin' my lip to keep from cryin' out. Kili quickly scrambled to my side and tried to look at my arm. I pulled away from him roughly, slidin' a couple of feet away for good measure. I did not look up to see the extremely hurt look on the young archer's face.
"What is that?" Ori asked in a mixture of horror and amazement.
"That…" Gandalf began, lookin' at the door. "Is our host." Everyone looked him in alarm except me, who continued to cradle my arm. "His name is Beorn and he's a shape-changer. Sometimes he's a huge black bear; sometimes he's a great, strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overly fond of dwarves." Neither is the bear. I thought.
"He's leaving!" Ori announced, peakin' through the door. Dori pulled him away quickly.
"Come away from there! It's not natural, none of it is." He said, givin' me a meaningful glare. "It's obvious he's under some dark spell."
"Don't be a fool." Gandalf barked at him. "He's under no enchantment but his own. All right now, get some sleep, all of you. You'll be safe here tonight." He instructed before glancin' at me and addin' under his breath. "I hope." Then Thorin turns to me angrily.
"And you!" He growled. "What do you think you were doing? You almost got yourself killed!"
"I was buyin' you time!" I snapped back, still holdin' my arm to me. Some of the other dwarves started to notice that I had been wounded. Oin crouched next to me and tried to see my arm, but I continued to pull away from him.
"You were needlessly putting yourself in danger!" Thorin shouted over my excuse. I clamped my mouth shut, but continued to stare at him defiantly. "Act so recklessly again, and I'll send you from the company." With that he turned away, but not before addin'. "Now stop being stubborn and let Oin treat your wound." I quickly shoved away the water poolin' in my eyes and let Oin bring my arm away from my body. The ointment stung, but soon the lower half of my arm was cleaned and wrapped. As soon as it was, I found myself the darkest corner I could and drifted off to sleep.
Awww :( Sorry for the kind of sad chapter.
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