Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 2 of Raise a Little Hell. Thank you to all of those who have left reviews. It does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story. I am trying my best to write this out and make it a good story for everyone to enjoy. I hope that this next chapter everyone will enjoy. Without further ado Chapter 2. ENJOY!
Chapter 2
Thorin pulled his traveling cloak closer to his body as he walked through the snow towards the land of the Winter faes. He was slightly nervous about coming back to the world of the faes and seeing the faes again. After what had happened a year ago he wasn't sure if they would accept him being there. But he needed to help his people and working among men wasn't a good idea at the moment. For the race of man didn't trust the race of dwarves afraid that they would rob them blind.
He looked up at the icy gates that led into the land of the Winter faes. He took a deep breath and went inside. He rubbed his cold hands together, as he walked up the narrow path. He was wondering what Nixie and her family would say when he arrived there. He turned his head when he saw something out of the corner of his eyes, but when he turned there was nothing there. He blinked a few times in confusion. He turned his head and began to walk again.
Thwap! A snowball had hit him right in the back of his head. He turned sharply looking around when he heard giggling. The sound of tinkling bells is what it sounded like to him. He looked from where the giggling was coming from. "Come out." He growled out in Khazul.
Nixie came out, showing herself to Thorin. She crossed her arms as she looked at him. "Thorin."
Thorin's blue eyes widened. He hadn't expected Nixie to be right there in front of him. Pale flesh, black hair with ice crystals, and icy blue eyes. She looked a lot different now wearing a black dress that was see-through on the shoulders. She didn't even wear something that would keep her warm in this climate. How on earth was she keeping warm?
"What are you doing here?" She questioned him, tilting her head to the side. She had to admit that she was curious about why Thorin was here. She thought that she would never see him again. But this was a surprise to her seeing him right there in front of her. What news was he carrying upon himself? What burden did he hold? She wasn't sure if he was going to intrust his news with her, but she could only hope. It had been a year since the fall of Erebor and she still had nightmares of what had happened. She remembered that Thorin had been the one that had saved her life once during the dragon attack. Which she was thankful for and was indebted to him.
"I am looking for work." He told her softly.
Nixie took his warm hand in her cold hand.
Thorin tried not to shiver when her cold hand made contact with his warm hand. He had forgotten that she had cold hands. Much colder than he had ever felt in his life. He felt his heart skip a beat. No, he couldn't allow himself to fall in love with her. He still blamed himself for what had happened to her father, Kalien's death. He looked away from her.
"Why do you look away from me Thorin?" She asked, her voice soft. She sounded hurt. It hurt her that Thorin was not looking at her.
Thorin didn't say a word to her. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. He felt her cold hand rest against his cheek and she made him look at her.
"Come with me. I am sure that mother will wish to speak with you on this matter." She told him, as she took his hand and led him down the narrow path towards the palace that she lived in with her mother and brother. She moved faster than Thorin thought she would. She was in her element though. Being hidden from the eyes of men, elves, and dwarves.
Thorin looked up in awe at what he had seen. The home that Nixie stayed in was almost made of pure ice in between two trees. He couldn't believe it. He had never seen something like this in his life. He couldn't help but wonder who had made a castle out of ice.
Nixie looked over at him and saw the look of awe that was plastered across his face. Of course, someone would have that look when they saw where she lived. She couldn't help but chuckle at Thorin's look.
Thorin scowled out at her.
She patted his arm. "You aren't the first person that has had that look Thorin." She told him with a small smile. "Not many see my home." She released his arm and walked forward. She grabbed onto the ice doors and fluttered her black wings pushing the ice door open. She turned her head a little bit and looked back at Thorin. "My mother won't be kept waiting." She said, as she turned and went inside of the palace.
Thorin bit his lip. He was hoping that this would not be a mistake by coming to the Winter faes first. He needed the work to help his kind from being wiped out completely. He followed Nixie. He could only hope that the queen wouldn't be upset about seeing him. He followed Nixie into the throne room. He saw Rhiannon sitting in one of the thrones.
"Nixie, where is your crown?" She asked in the language of the fae which sounded like the tinkling of bells. Her icy blue eyes were on her daughter's form. She didn't approve of her daughter running around without her crown on her head.
Nixie looked at her mother. "I didn't want to lose it." She replied in the same language as her mother. She bowed her head slightly. "I brought a visitor."
Rhiannon looked at Thorin. She stood up and walked down the icy stairs. Her icy blue eyes were locked on the 5'2 dwarf that stood next to her daughter. "What brings Thorin, Son of Thrain, Prince Under the Mountain to come into my humble home?" She asked in English, looking at Thorin with a raised eyebrow. She had to admit that she thought that she would never see a dwarf grace her halls after a year of being in mourning for the loss of her husband who was killed in Erebor while trying to save others like a true king would.
Thorin looked at Rhiannon and saw how old she was beginning to look. The loss of her husband must've begun her fading process. Her skin now had a bluish tint to it.
Nixie walked up to her mother. "He is here for work mother." She said softly in their language.
Rhiannon looked at her daughter. "I believe I asked him. Not you, Nixie." She hissed out. She turned her attention to Thorin. "Now tell me what brings you here, Thorin?" Her voice was much calmer now than it was when she had spoken to Nixie.
Nixie looked down ashamed. She didn't like what her mother had said. She only told her mother what Thorin had told her. He was looking for work.
Thorin looked at Nixie and felt ashamed that he was here. "I am looking for work." He said softly.
Rhiannon finished walking down the stairs. She searched for his blue eyes with her own icy blue eyes. She knew that the dwarf was now 25 years old and she could tell that he was looking for a job. She crossed her arms. She was deep in thought. "Why is Thorin, son of Thrain, looking for work?" She demanded in a stern voice.
"The race of man does not trust us to work in their forges," Thorin said looking directly into her eyes. He hated to ask for work, but it was the only thing that he could do. His people needed money.
Rhiannon let out a sigh. She rubbed her temples knowing that Thorin Prince of Under the Mountain was going to need work to be able to give his people life. She looked at her daughter. "Go and take him to the forge. Suelita should be there." She told her daughter in their native tongue.
Nixie nodded her head sharply. She turned to Thorin and grabbed his arm. She led him down towards the forge.
"What did your mother say?" He questioned the young fae that was leading him out of the palace.
Nixie went slowly towards the forge. "She told me to take you to the forge." She told him, as they walked closer and closer to the forge. She hadn't been to the forge in so long. She knew that her brother was always there working with non-cold iron to make sure that he didn't end up killing himself or anyone else for that matter. She stopped outside of the doors that were wooden instead of the ice that was seen before. She pushed the door lightly and walked inside. She turned her head and noticed that Thorin was not following her. "Come on." She told him with a small smile.
Thorin walked inside and saw the dark-haired fae working hard. He hadn't expected to see Suelita working hard in the forge. He saw the weapons that the young fae made.
Suelita looked up from his work. His pale face and skin were flushed due to all of the work that he had just got doing. He put the tip of the sword that he was making in the water. "Thorin what on earth are you doing here?" He questioned the young dwarf prince. His icy blue eyes landed on his sister. "Nixie, you aren't supposed to be down here. You know that mother would not allow it."
Nixie crossed her arms. "She told me to bring him down to the forge." She said, raising her eyebrow just a little bit. "She is allowing him to work here."
Suelita looked at the dwarf prince that stood next to his sister. He was surprised that his mother would allow such a thing. But he supposed that Thorin would be the one that would be the best choice to be working in the forge instead of him. He picked up his black sleeveless shirt and slipped it on over his head. His wings went through the holes that were in it. He looked back at Thorin. "I know you will work hard." He said walking towards them.
Thorin nodded his head. He had been in forges before with his grandfather when they still lived in Erebor and he was a young child. He knew that he was going to be able to make the weapons that they needed.
Suelita looked at his little sister. "Nix, will you tell him what he needs to know what he is making? Since mother sent you here with him. You know what is needed." He asked using the nickname that he had given to her when she was a very small fae.
Nixie nodded her head. "Yes, Suelita. I will tell him what will be needed." She said with a small smile.
Suelita patted her on the shoulder and left the two of them in the forge.
Nixie turned her attention to Thorin.
Thorin was already slipping his coat off of his body. He removed another layer and was down to his blue tunic.
Nixie felt her heart pick up a little in beat. She wasn't expecting to see Thorin like this so up close and personal. She swallowed a little when she felt her mouth go dry. She shook her head a little bit and turned her attention to what was being planned. "The weapons that we need Thorin are swords and shields." She told him to roll up her black sleeves revealing some of the pale flesh of her arms.
"For the men correct?" Thorin asked as he rolled up the sleeves of his blue tunic that he wore.
Nixie shook her head. Of course, dwarves would think that the women in the race of the fae were not warriors when they truly were. "Not only the men." She said as she picked up one of the swords that her brother had made. Gold was put into the handle with care making tiny ice crystals on the handle. She turned it gracefully in her hand looking at the beauty that her brother had made.
"The women too?" He questioned. He hadn't heard that women faes were warriors as well.
"Yes, we have shield maidens." She said as she pulled the sword from its sheath. She was looking at the metal and seeing if her brother had done it correctly. She admired the work that her brother did, but it was something that a prince of the faes was not supposed to do, just like she was not to be a shieldmaiden, but she was. It went against all codes of conduct in the race of the faes. She put the sword back into its sheath. She looked at him. "I know that you would make us proud Thorin giving us the weapons that we need should ever the situation should arise." She moved slowly putting the sword back where she had gotten it from. She wiped her hands on the skirt of her dress.
Thorin had to admit that she was everything that he thought she would have been and so much more. He nodded his head in understanding knowing that it was fully well enough the truth that he was going to have to listen to her. Now knowing that there were shield maidens meant that when he made swords for the women meant that he was going to have to make them much lighter than he normally would. That meant that he was going to have to work with her in making the swords for the shield maidens.
She looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Welcome to The Winter Faes home and I hope that you'll be warm enough here." She said softly. "I know you and I will be working with one another off and on."
Thorin nodded his head knowing that it was true.
Nixie patted him on the arm and then went out of the forge allowing Thorin to begin his work on the swords that would be made for the Winter faes.
Thorin looked around the forge. This was going to be his home for the time being. He could not allow himself to fall for the young fae woman that he had spent time with a year ago. He just could not.
Nixie leaned against the wooden door. Her hands were clutched at her chest. She was trying to calm her beating heart. She closed her icy blue eyes and took a deep breath. No, Thorin was only there for work and nothing more. She couldn't think any more about Thorin. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before he left and returned to his people after the work was all done here. Perhaps having Thorin there was a god sent. She went back towards the palace leaving Thorin alone to his work.
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This is the end of Chapter 2. I know that it is a fairly long chapter and I am sorry about that, but I was trying to get as much information as possible in this chapter explaining the Winter Court Faes to you lovely readers. Please leave a review and let me know what you think so far. I worked really really hard on this chapter. I hope to update this story soon. I can't wait to post the next chapter. Thorin will be meeting up with the other races of faes soon. Hopefully, I will be getting into the hobbit soon. I mean it might take me quite a few more chapters until I actually get into the story of the hobbit. Until next time.