Thorin's POV
Thorin wasn't impressed. First he had become lost whilst trying to locate the hobbit's home, only to find out that said hobbit had no idea how to fight or even use a weapon, and now he had lost his supposed burglar before he even had him. To say Thorin thought the whole thing was a waste of valuable time would be an understatement. The only reason he had agreed with the wizard to come to the Shire was because he had said that there was a highly skilled burglar! Thorin sighed, he knew there was only a slim chance of a hobbit wanting to help reclaim Erebor from a possibly living fire breathing dragon, but he was still highly disappointed all the same.
Most of the company had started to wander around the hobbit hole, but most were still near the kitchen and dining rooms. Fili and Kili however had moved to the living room, and Thorin could faintly hear them discussing what their mother, his sister Dis had said to them before they had left the Blue Mountains. Smiling slightly as he listened to them he made his way over to Balin.
"It appears we have lost our burglar." Said Balin as Thorin approached him. "Probably for the best, after all what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkers, toy-makers, hardly the stuff of legend."
"There are a few warriors amongst us." Thorin replied.
"Old warriors." Balin said with a slight roll of his eyes at Thorin.
"I would take each and every one of these dwarves over an army from the Iron hills, for when I called upon them they answered. Loyalty, honour, a willing heart. I can ask now more than that." Answered Thorin.
"You don't have to do this. You have a choice." Balin stressed as he stood to be at closer height to Thorin. "You've done honourably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains. A life of peace and plenty. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor."
"From my Grandfather to my Father, this has come to me." Said Thorin holding up the key Gandalf had given his at the beginning of their almost pointless meeting. "They dreamt of the day when the dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice, Balin. Not for me."
Balin nodded his head, "Then we are with you laddie. We will see it done." He finished patting Thorin on the shoulder.
Together they made their way to the living room, Thorin had heard Fili and Kili in earlier. The rest of the company had also made their way there during he and Balin's talk and they began to hum as Thorin made his way over to the fireplace, pulling out his pipe as he went. The tune was almost eerie, but all the dwarves knew it by heart, and lost in the melody Thorin began to sing the haunting song of their past.
Far over, the Misty Mountains Cold,
To dungeons deep, and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long, forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
As the dwarves finished singing the most bizarre thing began to happen. Thorin watched as the candles placed around the room began to flicker as if a breeze was blowing them, only the window was shut and the was no breeze in the hobbit hole at all. The others seemed to have noticed this as well, and many of them seemed to be looking for the source, whilst trying not to move to far away from their kin.
All of a sudden the candles went out as well as the fire, and Thorin heard an almost silent pop from the centre of the room, before all the candles and the fire relit themselves.
Blinking Thorin looked to where he had heard to pop, and there right in the centre of the room was a girl. She seemed to be unconscious, but Thorin took note of her appearance as best he could without moving any closer. She appeared to be young, but he could tell she was at least of age. Her hair was down and was laying around her head like a golden halo, which Thorin secretly admitted looked quite lovely, with the slight waves in it. Next he noticed how small she was, for she was obviously from the race of men, but she looked to be around the same height as the hobbit, and if he hadn't seen he rounded ears, he might have mistaken her as and elf child, which he was thankful she wasn't.
"Who is she?" Ask one of his nephews. He couldn't tell as he was still focused on the girl in front of him.
"We don't know lad." Replied Balin, "We will have to wait until she wakes up before we can ask her."
"Aye, be patient. There ain't nothing we can do till then." Dwalin added.
Thorin agreed with his friends, and told everyone to get some sleep as they would be leaving in the morning. Sighing he noticed the wizard trying to get his attention, so he made his way over to him.
"What is it Gandalf?"
"We need to take the girl with us when we leave in the morning." Gandalf informed him.
"What? Absolutely not! Why would you even suggest that! She can stay here with the hobbit, where she will be save."
"She must come, I can sense magic around her. I think something, or someone has brought her here for a reason, and I fear it's not with good intention." Gandalf said whilst eyeing the unconscious girl on the floor. "I will take fully responsibility for her, but a think she may be in trouble."
Thorin sighed, he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight; "Very well wizard, but she will be your responsibility and yours alone."
"Of course. Goodnight."
And with that the wizard turned and walked further into the hobbit's home to rest. Turing back to the living room Thorin noticed that the sofa was unoccupied, so carefully so as not to wake the girl, he picked her up and laid her on it covering her with the blanket draped over the back, before making his way over to were his nephews had set up. With one last sigh Thorin lay down and fell asleep, dreaming of Erebor and a certain golden haired girl.