Oh my god! I'm soo sorry!
I know it's long ago... but I'm here again... part of reason is that we moved and had no internet for almost a whole month o.O
So... I hope you'll enjoy this.
I totally forgot to tell about Nalias 'beardlessness' so it told it in this chapter... And Nalia and Thorin have another fight^^ I know sometimes too much but they are not sure about their feelings yet^^...
just read it:P
Thorin Oakenshield
He knew she would hate him for letting Vel behind but he knew also that she knew it was the right decision anyway. The king stopped and asked Balin to lead the way. It was a hard way. Hard to tread it because of small and less small stones. Plus to their right side the mountain went down straight 200 feet (more or less). It wasn't fun!
The black-haired dwarf princess walked upset at the end of the group and when he caught her gaze it was filled with hate, anger and sadness. His heart aches when he sees Nalia like that. It was horrible!
Thorin Oakenshield never felt like this for person before. Of cause he had 'loved' women but didn't really care for them… this was absolutely new and overcharged him. Especially to love the woman that treated him like a piece of dirt!
He wanted to talk to her but it was not the moment for a 'I'm sorry that I had to hurt you' talk. She would hate him more than ever. Maybe he would talk to her the evening or tomorrow or maybe day after tomorrow… No! That evening! Nor later or earlier!
Thorin decided to take attention on their pathway. One last gaze to Rivendell and then back to their way.
"Let her time." Balin said and clapped his king on the shoulder friendly.
"So conspicuous?"
"Aye!" Kili nodded.
"Hm…"
"Previous… You would've thrown me over the edge of this very small pathway for this…"
"Careful, lad! Maybe it just didn't happen yet."
"Didn't say a word, uncle."
"Good for you."
Bilbo Baggins the master burglar
"You know it was the right decision to let the pony behind." Bilbo wasn't sure if he should speak to the dwarfish lady and he didn't really want to see her reaction either… but it just escaped his mouth before he even could think about it a fifth or sixth time.
"I know." That he hadn't expected.
"Well… then why you are so… er… sad?"
"Sad because I miss my friend! Have you thought about that?!"
"Yes… So… you're not mad at Thorin?"
"I am!"
"But you know it was the right decision." The Hobbit was confused. What else reason could she have to be mad at the king? What has he done?
Suddenly the black-haired dwarf stopped and turned to him.
"I'm not mad about his decision! I am mad about the timing of his disclosure!"
Turning back to the pathway Nalia left the Burglar speechless. But it made sense. Bilbo knew the both Nalia and Thorin had spend almost all the time in Rivendell together. He knew that the way through the higher mountains would be impossible to walk on for a pony or anything on four legs bigger than dogs except wargs maybe.
"Will forgive him?"
"Don't know…"
When the sun got to the highest point the king decided to make a short pause. Just for Bilbo's joy. His feet hurt and he wanted to ask the lady dwarf something.
"Okay… Well there are a few questions I would like to ask you if you don't mind?"
"I don't. Ask."
"You know, I heard that also dwarf women have beards like the men. I mean do they really have… because you… you don't have one?"
She looked at him and laughed. Dwalin turned to them: "You know, master burglar, some dwarves are just beardless."
"My father has no beard, my mother had no beard and neither had my grandmother nor my grandfather. Some bloodlines decided to reduce the dwarfish hairiness. My father wanted me to marry a man that is of such a line… well, not many men came in the short list... but I didn't want any of them! I was too young and some of them were 100 years older than me!"
"Ugh! Understandable." Kili said joining the talk.
"Well, that wasn't my fathers best idea. I never wanted marriage. I want to be free! To go were ever I want and not marry a beardless man so I can have beardless descendants."
Bilbo, Kili, Fili, Balin and Dwalin couldn't help but laugh and now every one of the dwarves joined the conversation.
Nalia of the Fiery Mountain
"So, that is when your father relegated you?" asked Bombur with some bread in his mouth.
"Er… yes… that was the time." Nalia tried to hide she was lying and no one mentioned except Thorin… of cause. He sat bit away from the group but the princess was aware of him listening.
"And in spite of that your father is respected far more then other dwarfish kings?" Kili was confused just like his younger brother.
"I know that is a bit odd… Because all famous dwarves had beards and have but we are an exception… we are different from all the other bloodlines and for that we are respected."
For a few second they were quiet to think about the facts she told.
Suddenly their king stood up: "Come on! Get up. We should be further than we are now!"
"My lord…" Balin began friendly but Nalia was faster with finishing her sentence.
"We only rested five minutes! We just walked the half day and we had to stand up damn early!" Shouting at him she realized brought not almost the reaction that she wanted.
Thorin's face was calm as he said: "If you have a problem with that you're allowed to go back."
"Oh, you know I'm not going to go back! I owe…"
"Yes!" She saw his eyes filling with anger: "I can't hear it anymore! You don't owe me something! You're so egoistic and selfless that you don't see! You don't see that I could've done that for me!"
She looked at him as if he had slapped her. She couldn't say a word… Her eyes filled with tears but she handled to hide them and hold them back.
Thorin Oakenshield
He saw, maybe not as the only one, her eyes filling with tears. That he went too far was clear and he knew. He didn't mean it… it was a reaction. She only wanted to help him.
Why didn't he accept?
"Nalia… I… I'm sorry… I didn't mean it…"
"No… you're right… Why am I here? I could be home safe and have children and a husband. And because of you I don't have any of that! I'm not angry therefor because I'm alive! If you wouldn't be I would be killed by Smaug… in your grandfather's halls! So no matter if you did it for yourself… I'm alive because of you… but I guess you didn't think so far."
Thorin saw the confusion in the eyes of his friends and Bilbo. None of them knew all the story of the relegated princess and the homeless king. Then he saw a knowing gaze of Balin switching between him and the she-dwarf. Was he there?
"I…"
"Come on" she steeped forward past him and went back on the path: "We have a long way in front of us."
The others followed her and so did he.
Velveteen the wise
Vel was lonely and she trotted through Rivendell searching Gandalf. Where was this odd old man with that big hat on his head?
"GANDALF?! GAAANDALF!" No sign of the wizard.
Suddenly she saw this Elrond king- whatever?!- coming downstairs from a platform looking like a pavilion with an other elf and an old white haired man. Looks like Gandalf but… white?!
She cocked her head and perked up her ears.
"Do you saw them?" Elrond asked the other elf.
"Yes, when they went over the bridge."
"We can't let them travel to the Lonely Mountain! This journey could finally disturb middle earth' peace!"
"What the hell?! Are you really so stupid? This journey will hold the peace! Or do you want to disturb it?"
"Isn't that the she-dwarves pony?" The
"No… I'm an elf-horse! Look at me… My fur is shining and I'm great and beautiful like every other horse in Rivendell!"
"I guess it is her pony… Maybe she is here in time and Oakenshield left her behind!" Elrond began: "Send guards trough Rivendell and search for her!"
"Yes, milord." And the elf disappeared.
"What do you want to do with the pony?" The white man asked and regarded Vel with an evil gaze.
"Saruman. This pony is no danger. Let me guard her to the stables, milord Elrond." Gandalf came down the stairs after them.
"Yeah! Gandalf! Tee-hee … they think Nalia is here…tee-hee… as if Thorin could leave her stay with his greatest enemies! He would never do that!" For her it was obvious that there was something between the both Nalia and Thorin but none of them would have admitted it.
"If that is your wish. I want you to come to me if you are back from the stables so that we can talk every thing out."
"Yes I come as soon as possible."
"Gandalf no… we need to follow them!"
Gandalf stepped forward and asked her to follow her. She didn't want to go to the stables but something in his eyes told her that this wasn't his plan anyway.
"Oh… oh… you're just pretending! Oh… yes… Lets go."
They went away from the white man and the elven king.
Down a pathway that was luckily the way to the bridge and to the stables.
Of cause Gandalf took the way to the bridge and Vel followed him while humming this gorgeous song that the dwarves sang sometime on their way.
There was the bridge and quickly they were over it. Gandalf stopped and turned to Vel.
"The way our companions are taking is too difficult for you. But I know another way to cross the mountains."
He laid a hand on her forehead and murmured some unintelligible words.
"What are you doing? I mean… I trust you totally but… are you sure this is save?"
Suddenly the wizard and the landscape in front of her disappeared and she saw a valley and a river that crossed it. Some unnatural creatures ran between the trees of a wood.
And then the mountains ended and behind a plain a big mountain went visible.
This was the way impassable for any human like creature to the Lonely Mountain.
Yeah... that was it:D
Maybe there are a few more grammatical and vocabulary faults because I couldn't read it one more time:/
So I have one last question and I beg for answers... DO YOU WANT THAT THORIN DIES?