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BallerinaRose22
Green-lovershaters
RADickey85
drwatsonn
QueenOfTheHobbits
LiveLifeUp
kittie17
aeriestar
and ParaGhost
Comment Responses:
wrmauney: It's good to be back! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was rather difficult to type on my kindle. XD. I also give you Thorin's Thoughts, on Emberlyn, when they first meet. Honestly it makes me kinda sad, but they're gonna do what they're gonna do.
BallerinaRose22: daww.. you make me blush :). Yes, I plan on following the story line. I plan on making based off the movies. Honestly I havent gotten around to reading the book yet. Anyways, I ve read stories like that too, and I couldn't really get into it. So your gonna see some dialouge from the movie, but there is going to be more than that. In my opinion, you already know what they say (you are reading a fanfiction on it) so unless I find it important to my plot, or can make some witty comment, it might not be in there.
drwatsonn: Thank you. To be honest, I'm excited to see where this goes as well.
(I feel like I was very honest in my comments now that i've read back over them.)
Chapter 7
Thorin P.O.V.
Thorin had just finished looking over different maps planning his route to Erebor in the spring. He agreed with the wizard the previous night to reclaim his lost homeland. Walking down to the bar and dining area of the small in he was staying in, he thought of whom to bring along with him. Balin and Dwalin for sure. Oin would be useful, and wherever Oin went Gloin was sure to follow. Nori and Dori would be useful as well but, then they would bring along there slightly incompetent brother Ori. Bombur, Bofur, and there cousin Bifur, would be good assets as well. He would have to bring along Fili, his heir, and Kili, for the brothers were inseparable.
The room was crowded, as it was the night before. It seemed this was the meeting spot for travelers, Breelanders, and Shire-folk alike. He scanned the room for the old Wizard, when he did finally spot him. He started making his way, when he saw a young woman sit down in front of him. She had on grey breeches, with a black tunic. She had black fingerless leather gloves and sturdy working boots, much what used to wear, when working as a blacksmith. She had brown hair in a loose braid down to her back. He approached in time to hear a rather imposing question.
"…there is a rumor going around Bree that you travel with a Dwarvish Prince. I was just curious if it were true." A voice slightly rough asked. Gossiping women, what did Thorin expect?
"Why, yes, it is true." Thorin stated, his eyes hardening. The female obviously tensed, at the sudden intrusion of their conversation. She turned around, and it was Thorin's turn to tense. Instead of a dainty face of a sweet young girl as he had been expecting, there was a face riddled with scars. She was at least 25 in the age of Men.
"Ah, Thorin! How pleasant of you to join us! This is Thorin Oakenshield, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, King under the Mountain." Gandalf stated. I continued to stare into her piercing gaze, the color of emeralds.
"Emberlyn, daughter of Britlyn and Aston, Blacksmith of Bree, at your service, milord." She replied, her voice still slightly husky. Thorin broke the heated staring contest slightly shaken up. He glanced over at Gandalf before sitting beside him. He watched as her and Gandalf spoke. There were three scars that ran diagonally across her face. The two on the outside were smaller, maybe two inches long, that ran across the bridge of her nose and the right side of her jaw. The largest one was the length of her face, running from just above her right temple, down across her lips to her left jaw. It caught the end of her eye, tugging it down slightly.
"…Where is he and Britlyn? I wish to visit them once more!" His companion exclaimed.
"Gandalf, we have business to discuss. Would you mind, using your visitations off until we are finished discussing more important matter?" The stoic dwarf grumbled. He wasn't in the mood for dealing with the Wizard's social life.
"Yes, I best be off. It was a pleasure meeting you, Master Gandalf. Perhaps you can stop by my shop before you leave. Just ask Mary or Liza where it is. They would be more than happy to tell you. Good Evening!" Emberlyn called before slipping into the crowds disappearing completely.
"Now, Thorin, she would have made a lovely member of your company!" Gandalf exclaimed, slightly angry.
"I already have created my company. I shall have 13 of my most trusted dwarves accompany us to the mountain. You know of them. Balin, Dwalin, Fili, Kili, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bofur, Bifur, and Bombur. That, Gandalf, is my company." Thorin replied taking a swig of ale.
"What of your burglar? I hope you do not think that a dwarf will be your burglar? No. I have already of a burglar in mind. Meet me April 26th, at Bag End, in Hobbiton. I will leave a mark on the door. I will take my leave dear friend." Gandalf stands and pays the curly headed woman at the door, and takes his leave. Thorin finishes his ale and leaves to Ered Luin. He gives not a thought to the scarred woman he met that night. Tis a shame, for that scarred maiden, with a heart of pure gold, would forever change the life of the lonely dwarf prince.
Thorin's Thoughts!
"You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden, that you would not survive in the wild and that you have no place amongst us? I've never been so wrong in all my life. "
-Thorin Oakenshield
I want to thank wrmauney for this brilliant idea she gave me unintentionally. You wanted Thorin's Thoughts...here you go!
