Chapter Six
When Dwalin was struggling to get Bilbo to reach for his hand. Cyril went and helped out, as she transformed into a dragon, and she looked down at Bilbo. "Bilbo, climb on my paw!" Cyril called out to the hobbit. Bilbo climbed onto Cyril's paw, as she moved placing the hobbit back up on the Mountain surface. "I thought we lost our burglar!" sighed Dwalin. "The hobbit has been lost since he left his home. He has been nothing but a burden from the beginning. He has no place amongst us." grumbled Thorin.
Cyril snarled as she heard these words coming from the dwarf. How could he say that about the hobbit? It couldn't be helped he slipped off the Mountain! thought Cyril. Cyril decided to keep her opinions to herself, since she was in no mood to start an argument with Thorin. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case when Thorin turned his angry glare towards you. "And you! You've been told to stay in your human form while we're here! Why didn't you listen to me, Cyril?!" barked Thorin.
"And now you're lashing out on me! What is your problem Thorin?!" shot back Cyril angrily.
"The problem is the two of you! You two had nothing but slowed us down from the start!" Thorin shouted back. "FINE! Is that how you are? Then go on your stupid quest yourself! I'm out of here!" Cyril screamed, as she turned away. "Cyril! I don't think that's such a good idea! Come back!" Balin called out to her. But it was too late. Cyril was already gone, as she climbed down the Mountain. "We'll camp in here!" Thorin called out to the rest of the Company, as they entered the cave.
Once everyone settled in the cave, Balin angrily approached his friend. "I don't know what's gotten into you laddie, but that will be enough of this nonsense!" The old dwarf snapped at the dwarf leader. "Balin, I'm in no mood for lectures right now." Thorin grumbled. "Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep getting Miss Cyril upset? Not only that, the words you have said about Bilbo are uncalled for too!" Balin continued fuming. Thorin remained silent, as he avoided looking at Balin.
"If she get hurts out there, Thorin…" began Balin. "SILENCE! I don't want to hear no more!" shouted Thorin, walking away from the old dwarf, as he sat alone away from the Company. As Thorin laid down in his bed roll, the words of Gandalf ran through his mind: Your pride will be your downfall, Thorin, so as well as your temper! Thorin sighed, as he could see the empty space where Cyril was supposed to be sleeping.
Mahal, protect her-please keep her safe, and have her find her way back to us! Thorin prayed.
Cyril's POV:
As I left the mountain, I told myself I was never going back. I felt used of being on my own before, and used of the rejection I've dealt with all my life. I've decided I'm going to return to my old home at the Old Forest, and never to look back again. I enjoyed my life living alone, and I originally intended to keep it that way. But no, Gandalf had to come in intervened with that!
I was still in dragon form as I left the Mountain. By the time I reached the bottom, I decided to go another route. After traveling for a little while, I stopped to camp as I needed my rest, and lit a fire to keep me warm, and I laid down and closed my eyes as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning, back in my normal form, but unfortunately, I wasn't alone. I could see I was surrounded by a large group of orcs, mounted on wargs. Shit! Maybe I should have stayed with the Company! What was I thinking?!" My mind reeled.
"Grab her and take her to our Master! He will be quite pleased once we bring him his prize!" The orc demanded to the other orcs. Suddenly, I could feel many rough hands grabbing me and my belongings, as they dragged me away. I screamed in pain, as they were dragging me, and struggled to fight them off, but they were too strong for me. We traveled for hour until we reached an encampment of orcs. And there I saw him. The orc that killed my parents.
What in the hell does that bastard want with me? I thought to myself. The first orc approached the Pale Orc, grinning. "Sire, we have brought you, your prize!" said the orc, as he pushed me in front of him. Azog looked at me. "You! You are the one known with the Dragon's Curse! The one who's parents I killed long ago!" snickered the Pale Orc as he moved closer to me. I spat on him. "May you rot in hell, Orcish filth!" I shouted at the Pale Orc, using their language. And this angered the Pale Orc, when suddenly he struck me with his fist, as I collapsed to the ground.
"As you can see, I have no time for this nonsense! I have a certain Dwarf lover of yours to track down and kill! And as for you, dragon, you will be sent to my Master this evening. He has special plans for you!"
Azog barked at me. "Over my dead body!" I shouted at the Orc leader. "That could be arranged, but due to circumstances, as I said before, you will be taken to my Master, alive and unspoiled. Borkus! Take this woman, and keep her with your group. Tomorrow you will take her to our Master!" Azog demanded to the Orc Captain. "Yes, sire." said the Orc Captain, as he dragged me a tree and tied me to it. "The rest of you follow me! We got Dwarves to track down!" Azog called out, as he led the rest of his orcs away from the encampment.
What have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself. I could see several orcs guarding me, and the only way around this was to turn into my dragon form to escape. But the only problem is, the orcs have archers with them, and if one of them would shoot at me, it would just make matters worse. But it was worth the risks, so I decided to change into a dragon. My size broke the ropes that tied me to a tree, and it startled the orcs. The orcs roared in anger, as they saw me as I spread out my wings, as I began to fly away from the encampment.
Unfortunately, it was just as I feared. Several orcs grabbed their arrows, as two of the poisonous arrows strike me in the side, and I bellowed in pain, as I crashed to the ground.
Luckily, I was far enough away from the encampment where the Orcs could not find me. Now I laid in a pool of blood, pain shooting up my side, as I cried for help instantly. And the last thing I remembered, everything went black. Two hours later, I woke up finding myself in a large bed, in a room with many different wooden carvings around me. Standing over me is a tall man, with wild hair and blue eyes as he looked down at me.
"You shouldn't be wandering the wild alone, woman." said the man, looking down at me. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name is Beorn, I found you lying on the ground just on the outskirts of my land. And what is your name, may I ask?" asked the man named Beorn. "Cyril Firesilver." I said. And there was a brief silence between us. Then I spoke up. "You didn't happen to find me as a human am I right?" I asked. Beorn raised his eyebrows at this.
"You're a skin changer too?" asked Beorn. "Well, if you can put it that way, yes. I have a curse that turns me into a dragon." I explained. Beorn nodded. "How badly injured am I?" I asked. "Luckily you have survived those words. If I didn't removed the arrows sooner, you would have taken the poison from the arrows, and died." Beorn replied. I sighed with relief. Thank goodness Beorn came when he did, I thought to myself. Now I felt regretful for leaving the Company.
Beorn instructed me to rest a while, and he will come back later to inform me on dinner. Later on that same night, Beorn came for me, and we gathered at the dining room table for a meal, and I told him my tale, and my friendship with Gandalf and the dwarves, and the quest. "I very much wish I can reunite with them again. It was foolish of me for leaving them." I said. "Yes, it was quite foolish of you, Miss Firesilver! And Gandalf wouldn't like it either, since he had brought you on this quest." said Beorn, as took a bite of his food.
After supper, Beorn went out on his night watch, while I went to bed, and I gotten the best sleep I ever had in my entire life.
No One's POV:
Two days later…
Cyril woke up, as she could see the sun shining through the windows of the guest room she is staying in. Suddenly, she could hear many voices talking from behind the door of her room. Cyril froze as she kept listening. She recognized one of the voices belonged to Gandalf! Cyril quickly got dressed, as she sprinted out of the room, and she entered the dining room. To her surprise, she could see Gandalf, Bilbo, Thorin and the Company gathered at the dining room table.
Cyril slowly entered the dining room and smiled sheepishly at the group. "MISS CYRIL!" cried out Bilbo, running to her. Gandalf smiled. "I see you have kept her safe, Beorn. Thank you. Where did you find her?" asked Gandalf. "I found her several yards from Azog's encampment." Beorn replied. "Excuse me?" snapped Thorin. "Apparently Azog and his orcs had held her captive, but for some reason she managed to escape them." said Beorn. "I thank you for saving her, Master Beorn." said Thorin, and then he quickly marched over to Cyril.
Thorin looked at Cyril. "May I have a word with you alone, Cy?" asked Thorin. "Yes." said Cyril, casually, as the two of them entered the Great Hall of Beorn's home, as they sat down on a bench. "Go ahead, lecture me, I deserve it." said Cyril. But Thorin showed no signs of anger, only worry and concern, as he features soften, and he gently placed his hand on Cyril's cheek. "Cyril, he didn't hurt you did he?" asked Thorin. "He only punched me, but that's a minor thing." Cyril replied.
Thorin pulled Cyril into his arms as he held her close to his chest. "I'm so glad you are safe, we all felt so worried about you!" whispered Thorin.
"But Thorin, I still haven't forgotten the words you have said in the Mountains to me." Cyril said softly, as she looked away from him. "About that, Cy, I never meant to say those words. I was wrong. Wrong about you, and about Bilbo. I was under pressure that day, I felt like I was being pulled in different directions! Forgive me, mizmel!" Thorin said softly, as he looked into Cyril's eyes. "No, this is my fault as just as yours, Thorin. I should have stayed with all you. Yes, Thorin, I forgive you!" said Cyril softly, as she leaned back against his chest.
"Come now, lets join the others, as you can tell us your story!" said Thorin, a few minutes later. Cyril nodded as she followed Thorin back into the dining room. Cyril told her tale to the Company, and in exchange of her story, Balin told Cyril of their encounter with the orcs before arriving at Beorn's. "And it was our hobbit here, who saved Thorin's life!" Balin concluded, as he smiled at the hobbit. "I remembered what you taught me when you trained me Cy!" beamed Bilbo. Cyril laughed, as she ran and hugged the hobbit.
"It seemed your training paid off!" Bilbo added.
Later that same evening after supper, Beorn had left to take up his duties on night watch on his property, while the Company gathered in the Great Hall, sitting on the floor around the fire pit. Bilbo already went to bed. Cyril sat next to Thorin, whom was sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the rest of the Company, smoking his pipe. "We're so happy to see that you are safe, Miss Cyril! We thought we lost you for sure!" said Fili, smiling at Cyril. "Well, I'm back now." said Cyril.
"Did you and Uncle kiss and make up?" chirped Kili. "Yes, we made up Kili, if you must know!" said Thorin. "Its party time!" cried out Bofur.