Note: Italics is thoughts, unless specified otherwise i.e flashbacks or visions. / is timeskip
Ugh blast this annoying rain, it was bad enough on Kamino. Now don't get me wrong, rain is great but after SEVERAL HOURS of non-stop rain, there's only so much one person can take!
It had been raining for the past three hours now, my cloak was completely soaked through. Thankfully it shielded most of my tunic and pants – my boots, however, were a different story. Since the rain started, I stopped talking to Bofur and Bombur, they understood as they too were as miserable as me. Poor Bofur lost his sight an hour ago, due to his hat getting thick and heavy - from absorbing the rain. When the rain first started, I noticed poor Bilbo only brought with him a flimsy coat so I offered him my spare cloak – a few Dwarfs had raised their eyebrows at this, though I have no clue as to why.
Many minutes pass before Dori ends the silence, "Mr Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?" he asked, looking from underneath his hood. I took a look at Gandalf, from under his hat he too looked annoyed by the rain.
"It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another Wizard,"
At this Bilbo snaps his head up, turning towards Gandalf curiously "Are there any?"
Confused the Wizard asked "What?" Intrigued in this discussion I pipe in.
"He wants to know if there are any other Wizards Gandalf," I say, looking expectantly at the Wizard.
"Oh, well there are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman the White. And then there are the two Blue Wizards… You know, I've quite forgotten their names," I roll my eyes at this, Typical Gandalf.
"And the fifth?"
"Well, that would be Radagast The Brown," Gandalf replies with a smile - that didn't last long, however.
"Is he a great Wizard, or is he more like you?" Bilbo asks, at hearing this I burst into laughter along with Bofur and Nori. Gandalf frowned looking very offended.
"Well, I think he is a very great Wizard… In his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals for others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the East, and a good thing too. For always evil will look to find a foothold in this world,"
/
Towards the end of the day, we set up camp near a run-down farmhouse. From the looks of the structure, it had been burned by something, and long abandoned. The rain thankfully had seized a few minutes prior and we were all soaked, smelling like our ponies or in my case horse – sweat, manure, and hay.
"We'll camp here for the night. Fili, Kili – look after the ponies and make sure you stay with them," Thorin commanded. Probably still pissed at them for last night I thought.
"Alexa, dear come here," Gandalf said, carefully walking around inside the barn.
Hopping off Ardeth, I follow quickly after "What is it Gandalf?" I asked,
Gandalf reached out towards a hole in the wall, making contact with one of the burnt frames. "Alexa, do you sense anything?"
Stepping closer towards Gandalf, I too touch the frame. Gasping for air, I stumble backwards "I-I feel," Gandalf looks at me intently.
"Soot, it's just an old farmhouse Gandalf," I laugh. The look on his face is priceless . Gandalf, however, did not laugh.
"Well I better go help Fili and Kili with Ardeth, he can get antsy around new people," I explain quickly, walking off - trying to shake off the feeling I got when I touched the house. Leaving Gandalf to his thoughts.
THIRD POV
Gandalf frowned deeply, staring after her warily. He knew she felt something, he could see it in her eyes – she was scared.
"Oin, Gloin," Thorin stated,
"Aye?" Gloin called out,
"Get a fire going," Thorin commanded,
"Right you are," responds Gloin, going off into the woods with his brother in the search for some firewood.
"A farmer and his family used to live here," Gandalf says quietly, almost as if to himself.
Gandalf calls out to Thorin "I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the Hidden Valley," At this Thorin walks towards the Wizard, stepping inside the farmhouse
"I have told you already, I will not go near that place," Thorin once more stated, walking past Gandalf and further into the burned house.
"Why not? The Elves could help us. We could get food, rest, advice," Gandalf advises, hoping the Dwarf would consider.
"I do not need their advice," Thorin said turning around to face Gandalf as he reaches the end of the home.
"We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us," Gandalf tries once more.
"Help? A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the Elves?" Gandalf sighed at the Dwarf, here it comes.
"Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls, the Elves looked on and did nothing," Thorin walked towards the Wizard, getting in his face.
"You ask me to seek out the very people who betrayed my grandfather and betrayed my father," the Wizard looks on, not backing down.
"You are neither of them. I did not give you that map and key, for you to hold onto the past,"
"I did not know they were yours to keep," Thorin stated matter-of-factly. And the stubbornness of Dwarves wins again.
At his words, Gandalf huffed, storming away, not just from Thorin, but from the whole company. He grumbled at the stubbornness of Dwarves, but most of all their leader. Trudging back into the forest, past the company, Alexa looks on at the Wizard. Damn haven't seen him this pissed since I made his clothes pink and his staff into a fairy wand.
As Gandalf passes by, Bilbo pipes up "Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?"
The pissed-off Wizard continues on his way, not looking back "To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense," Gandalf replies angrily, Bilbo, however, did not get the memo.
"Who's that?" Bilbo shouts after Gandalf before he could disappear from sight.
"Myself, Mr Baggins! I've had enough of Dwarves for one day," he replies, stomping away from the company.
"Hey!" Alexa calls,
"I've got sense too," but the Wizard doesn't respond, already gone.
"Asshole," Alexa breathes – much to the amusement of the Dwarves.
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FIRST POV
I sat with Bofur, his brother Bombur and his cousin Bifur on a log eating supper. "I've got a good one," I called out to the three Dwarves, my lips turned in a grin.
"Oh, really lass? Give us yer all eh," Bofur says, expectantly.
"Ahem! Baby, I'll make you scream like the Nazgul," I purr, as seductively as I could. In response, Bombur blushed a deep red while Bifur eagerly slaps his elbow making a fist.
"He-he said," laughed Bofur.
"Why don't we test that," I laughed along with Bofur, falling off the log in a fit of giggles. Man, I love these Dwarves
"Well, Bifur," I laughed,
"Maybe another time," he grinned nodding enthusiastically, turning back to Bofur with a smirk.
"So, how'd I go?" I asked, still giggling.
"That-that ah that was good lass," he grinned, slapping me on the back as a job well done.
"Though," he continued, wiggling his eyebrows as he did, "I think mine would work much better on the ladies,"
I laughed at that "Well good thing mine is for the men then aye?" he nodded, grinning widely.
THIRD POV
Further away sat three Dwarves, watching the four interact. "What do you think of the lass?" "She is not a threat to us, she will help us on this quest," "Aye, I agree with Thorin. Even though her pickups would make Smaug himself cringe, she seems like a nice lass," Thorin smirked at his friend.
"If you think they are cringe my friend, then why are you blushing?" he covered his face with his palm, embarrassed.
"Pfft! Blushing? Me? Ha! I am not blushing see," pulling his hand away the Prince could still see the tips of his ears burning red – grinning to himself Thorin turns his head back to his soup. "No, of course not,"
"Bilbo, could you go give these to the lads en?" asked Bofur with a smile.
"Yes, of course, Master Bofur," with a tip of his hat Bofur came back towards the group.
"What was that about?" Alexa asked Bofur with a smile,
"Oh, I was jus' askin' Bilbo If he could go take the soup te the lads," Alexa made an O sound, watching as he took his seat next to her once more.
"So, lass, wha' can yer do exactly?" seeing the look of confusion and offence on her face he continues.
"Ya said yer had abilities, lass. I was wondering wha' they were," Alexa sighed, she knew they were bound to ask sometime.
"Well Bofur I can do many things," looking up, she noticed all the company attempting to listen in on their conversation.
Smirking at this she leaned in and whispered in his ear "Want to see something funny?" he nods in reply, wondering what she was going to do.
"Watch Nori closely," she said softly – the Dwarves were leaning towards the two, some spilling their soup in an effort to hear them clearer.
Bofur turned his attention to the said Dwarf, watching, waiting. Feeling the force flow through her, she closed her eyes, focusing on the force - surrounding Nori in particular. Little by little Nori began to rise off the ground, stopping when he was a meter from the earth.
"Mahal," Bofur sighed, wonder in his eyes as he stared off at Nori, which caught the Dwarf's attention.
"What are you looking at Bofur?" he called from across the camp – not realizing he was hovering above the ground.
"Yer floating," Bofur whispered, looking back at Alexa with a grin "That's-that's amazing lass," he breathed.
Nori, however, didn't take it the same way, yelping he cried "Arrrrggh Help! Help! I'm floating! Help me! Help me!" he chanted, gaining the attention of every single Dwarf at the camp – excluding Kili and Fili of course. A chorus of voices shouted out "Help him," "Grab his feet,", and "I can't pull him down,"
Bifur, Bofur, and Alexa looked on not knowing what to do or say. Bofur and Bifur, however, found a solution - laughter filled the panicked Dwarves' ears.
"Y-Ya should see yer faces," Bofur pointed with his arm outstretched. They looked at the two laughing Dwarves and the very red, very guilty looking Alexa.
"WHA' 'AVE YER DONE WITCH?!" Dwalin shouted across the camp, pointing a meaty finger at Alexa - this sobered the two laughing Dwarves quickly. The Dwarf stormed over, mere centimetres from her face "Wha' 'ave ya done te him?"
Sighing Alexa gently placed Nori back on the ground, peering over Dwalin's shoulder, "I'm sorry Nori, I was merely showing Bofur and Bifur what abilities I had," the Dwarf, however, wasn't listening – he was too busy kissing the ground.
She looked back at Dwalin "You have to admit, that," she said, pointing behind him at Nori "Is a little funny," She turned her attention back on Dwalin, the Dwarf in question looked away from her as soon as she did, his ears burning red. Was he-was he checking me out?
She smiled to herself at the thought. Looking around she noticed all of the Dwarves' attention was still on Nori – with Bifur and Bofur walking over to apologize. Realizing that no one would see or know for that matter - Alexa stepped closer to the Dwarf, their chests slightly brushing.
"Don't you think?" she purred, stroking his chest straps – firmly enough so he could feel it.
"I-I," he stuttered, swallowing quite audibly.
Alexa smirked moving her hand up, she ran her fingers through his beard lightly "Yes. I-I see why ya thunk-why ya thunk so lass," he stammered; eyes slightly closed.
New game! She thought, see how many shades of red Dwalin can turn. She stepped away from the still stammering Dwarf, Oh, this will be fun his ears are still burning! A crash interrupted her thoughts.
"TROLLS!" Fili shouts as he bowls into camp with his brother not far behind.
"They-they took the ponies. Bilbo went to-went to," they puff.
Bilbo? Oh, they didn't. Alexa stalked over to the little shits, "Don't tell me YOU left Bilbo – a Hobbit who has never been out in the real world, alone with Trolls?!"
They both smiled sheepishly "Well… We didn't leave him per se," Fili defends, though stops as he sees both Alexa's and Thorin's glares.
He gulps "We left him. With the Trolls," I fucking knew it! They left him like a lamb for slaughter and high tailed it out of there… Cowards!
"We have to kill the Trolls, it's too dangerous to sleep with them here. Gather your weapons and get ready to fight," Thorin orders, seeing Alex's glare he adds "And… Save the Hobbit,"
The Dwarves scurry about grabbing various weapons – Swords, axes, daggers,a-a slingshot? "Alexa, you stay here," Thorin orders, what? oh hell no!
"Thorin there is no way I'm not joining you," she says sternly,
"He's right lass, lifting a Troll won't help the situation," Bofur puts lightly, squeezing her arm softly. She grumbled incoherently, watching as the Dwarves run off into the forest.
FIRST POV
Shrugging off my cloak I fold it hastily, tucking it in my pack; I pace back and forth around the camp. Stubborn Dwarves, they need me . Reaching down my hips to my belt, my fingers find the familiar cold metal "Oh, I'm coming boys, whether you want me or not," I mutter.
