Hey! So, this chapter is REALLY short, because I had no idea what to do! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review and give me ideas of where to go next! It would really help, and I would prefer to write what you think would be interesting, instead of what I think! I may not be able to update as often anymore, as I have tons going on with school right now, but don't stop reading! Anyway, I just want to thank those who have reviewed already! :P
Chapter 5
Over the course of the next couple of days, I got to know my new companions. I had 'cooking' lessons with Bombur (actually, it was more like him devouring some bread, and me watching in amazement at how someone – anyone – can do that). I sang songs around the fire, and watched the stars dance in the light of the moon, until the morning sun broke into the sky. I also spent a few wasted hours trying to help the idiotic dwarves learn my wolves' names:
"That's Faolan, and next to him are Hunter and Bandit." I told them.
"So Faolan is the one with the black mask around his eyes an–" Nori said.
"No, Faolan is the small one, and Bandit is the one with the mask."
"Okay… so next to Burgla–"
"Bandit!"
"–is Tracker."
"Hunter!"
"Oh, this is so very confusing! There is Moon and Red and Hail and Wind and Snowy and about a hundred more!" Bofur cried.
"Actually, I think you will find that it is Lunar and Blu and Rain and Storm and Frost!"
And on it went.
A couple of times, I found myself looking at the dwarves, wondering why they were here. The day after my conversation with Kili, I asked them.
"Why are you here?" I asked, while we were talking by the campfire. "I am among your company, and yet I do not know. Are you searching for treasure? Or maybe you are out to destroy all evil, but there again; it is very unlikely by the looks of things."
I raised, my eyebrow, looking at Bombur (scoffing his face, as usual), Balin (sitting with his back against a tree and his feet stretched out on another log), and Ori (the most innocent dwarf I have ever met, at this moment curled up asleep by the fire, with his book in his hands).
"Ahem," Thorin coughed, as though clearing his throat. I braced myself, preparing for a full-on lecture about something to do with world ending and weird, evil person. Instead, what I got was different.
"We plan on going North, to where the great kingdom of Erebor once stood." Thorin explained, and I was slightly (well, actually, it was more like greatly,) pleased that he hadn't gone into a rant about something I didn't want to know about. I sat there in silence, waiting for him to elaborate. Instead, he went back to eating his rabbit that had been caught the previous night.
"So…?" I prompted him.
"Oh, right, of course," he quickly replied. "Years ago, our kingdom was taken over by a dragon, who calls himself Smaug the Magnificent, but who everyone else calls 'Smaug the Terrible'. We want to reclaim our homeland, and prove that nobody messes with us." He finished.
"Uh-huh, you go boyfriend!" I shouted snapping my fingers and flicking my head. I stopped suddenly aware of the dwarves looking at me like I was crazy. I seriously had no idea where that came from.
"Okay!" I shouted, jumping up and nearly knocking my drink all over Bofur, who was sitting next to me, "I'm just going to… you know… probably, er… go to bed? Yeh, I'll do that," I said, then dashed into the cave where I slept, and jumped under my covers fully-dressed, my cheeks already burning before my head hit the floor.
Don't forget to review and tell me your ideas of what to do next!