I only own my character. Anything you recognize is not mine. Just saying.
Another day walking in the woods, another night camping in it. I can feel the sickness of the forest the farther we go in. It is a heavy feeling. Like you are being watched, almost.
"Miss Luna." Bofur says in passing. It seems I have fucked near every friendship I had made. Great. So I pretty much have Bilbo or Thorin to talk to. A very easy decision.
"Bilbo!" I say with a big smile as I sit beside him.
"Oh, hello Miss Luna." He greets.
"How are you doing? Getting on well?" I ask. He nods.
"I just don't like the feel of the woods. I wish we could be out of it already." He says and I nod in agreement.
"Don't worry. We will see the sun again. Oh and just a heads up, keep the ring handy. It will be needed sometime in the near future." I say to him. He looks at me shocked.
"Ring? Whatever do you mean?" He is a horrible liar.
"Don't worry. I don't want it. It was meant to be with you. I would fight anyone who tried to take it from you. It plays a big part in everything. So just make sure you keep it safe." I say with a sly smile. He gulps and nods and his fingers instantly go in his coat pocket to feel it.
"So are you hungry?" I ask as I stand.
"Quite." He answers.
"Be right back then." I say as I go to Bombur who is by the fire cooking.
"Hey Bombom." I greet being silly. He just looks at me before focusing on the food.
"Oooookkkkaaayyyy…." I say being a bit awkward.
"Food almost ready?" I question with a smile. He nods once before pouring me a bowl of the stew. I ask for one more, for Bilbo. He gives it to me without a word. Huh… I go back to Bilbo and watch Bombur. He is laughing and talking with the other dwarves. The fuck I do? I rejected his brother, that? Fili got beat up because of me? A lot has happened. I seem to be tearing people apart. Now I see it clearly. Perhaps I should stay with Thranduil while they go the rest of the way. Would that help? Maybe I should have just stayed at Beorn's. I need to stick to myself or Bilbo. That will get things back to the way they should be.
I eat the stew and notice it is thin. I look at Bilbo's and see his is thick. Oh so that is how it is going to be played then. Fuck me over with the food as a passive aggressive way to get back at me. I deserve it but at the same time I love food. How dare he! I eat it and mumble to myself about how infuriating dwarves are.
I watch as Thorin goes a bit ahead of the group while Fili goes a bit behind. They are taking watch while the dwarves begin to sleep. I quietly make my way to Thorin.
"Evening." I say as I sit beside him.
"You should be sleeping." He says instead of returning the greeting.
"Not tired yet." I say offhandedly.
"Have you seen anything?" Thorin asks.
"Spiders." I say with a frown. Thorin chortles.
"Trust me. No laughing matter." I say seriously and his face goes serious too. I shiver. I left the fire and my cloak behind in my sleeping spot.
"Here." Thorin offers me his and I decline.
"No. You need it more than me." I say. He throws it on me. I take the heavy material off my head so I can glare at the dwarf. He is smirking.
"Not funny." I say as I stick my tongue out at him as retaliation.
"Do not stick that out at me again." He says in a low voice. What just changed?
"Why not?" I taunt back and throw the cloak at him. He catches it and looks me in the eyes.
"Because you will regret doing it." He says. I can see the fire in his eyes. The twinkle of what he means. I see…
I bite my lip and nod.
"Here. I am serious." He says holding the cloak out to me.
"No. I will go get mine." I say as I get ready to stand. He lays a hand on me to make me stay.
"I have an idea." He says smirking again. Oh this should be good. I stay seated and wait for his brilliant idea. Instead I get yanked by my arm to sitting right next to him. Our bodies close enough they touch in some areas. He quickly drapes the cloak over both of us. Sneaky dwarf.
"Mmm. I see now. Interesting." I say quietly. I notice how once he draped the cloak over my body he left his hand over my shoulders. He gently pulls me more into his body. Not going to lie, this is nice.
"Tell me…" Thorin starts. I look to him.
"Why do you fight it?" He asks. I sigh. I know what he means.
"Because it won't work." I say. He looks down at me.
"Why not?" He asks seriously.
"Because I am human. I have a considerably short life span compared to yours. That is just one reason." I say with a frown.
"Is that it?" He questions.
"I am not of nobility or royalty. You are a king. It isn't proper." I say and he laughs.
"And since when have you ever cared about being proper." He teases. I laugh.
"What will your kin say?" I ask. He goes silent and seems to just think.
"They would have to accept it." He says firmly.
"Would they now?" I ask and he nods. He seems so sure. I want to know why.
"Why are you so sure of this?" I ask as I lay my head on his shoulder. I yawn.
"Because there is no way they could not accept it." He says still being vague on an answer.
"I want the reason. Not just your feeling on it." I say and stifle another yawn.
"I can not yet tell you." He says. I sigh in defeat. He is a dwarf. Stubborn like an ass. I will get nothing from him today. I sigh and nod.
"Ok. Well good night Thorin." I say as I stand. I wrap the part of the cloak that was on me around him and go to the spot I put my things in earlier. I lay down and cover up. I sleep easily.
