Chapter Nine
Cyril marched through town, and she noticed a large crowd gathered nearby the Master's home, alongside with a large group of the Master's guards, and she noticed the Company is with them. That's just great! They got caught! Cyril thought to herself, as she approached the crowd. Suddenly a guard approaches Cyril. "No one is to pass. This is official business of the Master." said the Guard. "Sir, I'm with this group of dwarves." said Cyril.
"I'm sorry, but those are the orders I've been given. Now sod off, and go back home!" snapped the guard. "Excuse me?! I just told you I'm with those dwarves! I came here with them! Now step aside and let me go to them!" Cyril shouted. "Dare to make orders at me, woman? The master will hear of this!" snarled the guard, pointing his sword at her. Suddenly Cyril's eyes changed, turning into dragon form. The guard's eyes widened in fear, as he backed away, and Cyril dodged passed the guard, heading towards the Company.
"Cyril, what are you doing here? You were told to stay behind!" hissed Thorin, when he noticed her approaching.
"You were taking too long to return, Thorin. I gotten worried." said Cyril. "As you can see that we've gotten delayed." grumbled Thorin. "I can see that, Thorin. Didn't I warn you that all of you were going to get caught?" said Cyril, placing her hands on her hips. "Save your lectures, Cy. I'm in no mood for them." shot back Thorin. "You have changed, Thorin. And not for the better." said Cyril softly. And Thorin just looked at her. The Master came out, and demanded to know who the identity of the thieves that went into the Armory.
"Thieves?! Do you have any idea who you speaking to here, Master? This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain!" snapped Dwalin. Thorin stepped forward. "We are the dwarves of Erebor! We have come to reclaim our homeland!" spoke up Thorin, as he looked at the Master. The townspeople smiled and whispered among themselves after hearing Thorin's announcement. The Master himself smiled. Thorin stepped forward, and he began making a speech. Cyril stood and listened as Thorin promised the people of Lake Town, he would offer them gold to make up of their loss from Smaug's first attack, and funds to rebuild the city of Dale as well.
Cyril smiled, as she listen to Thorin speak. Spoken like a true King, Cyril thought.
Suddenly Bard appeared, interrupting Thorin's speech, much to Cyril's frustration. She already got into a little argument. And the two went back and forth for awhile, until Bard spoke up last. "You have no right to enter the Mountain!" said Bard. "I have every right!" shot back Thorin. The Master soon intervened, inviting Thorin and the Company to a Feast, celebrating in their honor. The Master led everyone to the large Great Hall, where the feasting began, and Cyril sat with Thorin.
Cyril looked at the Master, and she felt something isn't right about him. He was behaving way too nicely. Cyril kept her opinion to herself as she watched everyone, eating, drinking and having a good time. She could see the Dwarves drinking, and cheering merrily, and they even started singing drinking songs, which caught everyone's attention, and everyone began dancing. Downing his fourth mug of ale already, Thorin already felt very drunk, and he laughed merrily with the other dwarves, and Cyril chuckled too. Cyril only had two drinks, since she wasn't much of a drinker anyway.
After spending some hours in the feasting Hall, Thorin decided to led the Company to the guest home that the Master offered to them, and continue their little party there.
Cyril felt tired as she decided to retire to the bedroom her and Thorin are sharing, while Thorin and the rest of the dwarves continue to celebrate. As the night progressed, Cyril had already had dozed off into sleep as Thorin came stumbling into the bedroom. Thorin removed his boots, dropping them on the floor, and he looked upon a sleeping Cyril. "My beautiful dragon w-lady!" said Thorin softly, placing his hand gently on Cyril.
Suddenly, fire and passion rose within him the more he looked at Cyril. Then, Thorin quickly climbed on top of Cyril, as he began kissing her with great passion. This startled Cyril awake. "Thorin? What in Durin's name are you doing?" exclaimed the woman softly. "Claiming what is mine! You are mine, Cy! My beautiful, gorgeous Cy!" purred Thorin, as he continued. Thorin shortly began unlacing Cyril's night gown. "Oh for Pete's sake, Thorin! You are drunk!" screamed Cyril, as she kneed Thorin the groin, and he tumbled over on the bed, as she quickly climbed out of bed, and bolted out of the room. "Cyril!" cried out Thorin.
But it was too late, Cyril already left, and she slept on the couch the rest of the night. Cyril woke up early the next morning, and she could see the dwarves struggling to wake up, since they all been drinking very heavily the night before.
Most of everyone woke up, sans Bofur, whom was still passed out on the floor with a mug in his hand. Cyril cooked up breakfast for everyone. Thorin shortly came down and joined everyone in the dining room, and he gazed apologetically at Cyril, guilt clouding over his face. Cyril served the meal to everyone and herself, and she sat across from Thorin at the table. "Cyril, I like to have a word with you before you start eating!" said Thorin. "Of course." said Cyril, standing back up, and she followed Thorin into the main room.
"About last night, I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry." said Thorin softly. "You were drunk, Thorin. You didn't know what you were doing!" said Cyril. "But Cyril, I violated you. You were fast asleep when I made moves on you, I should have never done it." said Thorin. "Thorin, Thorin, its okay! Don't worry about it!" Cyril whispered as she gently placed her hand on Thorin's cheek. "Cyril." said Thorin, as he leaned towards her, as they kissed briefly. "But the next time, a little warning would be nice!" said Cyril with a grin, after their kiss broke.
Thorin laughed. "Okay, the next time, I'll give you a heads up." said Thorin.
After breakfast, Thorin and the dwarves went to change into the clothing that the Master had given them.
As Thorin came down after getting dressed, Cyril quickly covered her mouth to keep from laughing, especially when she saw Bilbo. "May I ask you what is so funny, Cy?" asked Thorin. "Its nothing, Thorin." said Cyril. "I think she was about to say you look like quite dashing in that outfit!" piped in Fili. "Fili!" snapped Cyril. Fili shrugged. "I don't like it. I look stupid in it. We have armor in Erebor that is much more fitting than this trash." grumbled Thorin.
"Thorin, stop complaining. You look very kingly in it!" said Cyril sweetly, as she followed Thorin out to the boat, where they will be departing. Everyone had climbed into the boat, except for Kili, Bofur and Oin. And everyone noticed Bofur hadn't still left the guest home yet. "Where's Bofur?" asked Nori. "He's still in the guest house." Fili replied. "Well, if he doesn't come on, he will be left behind!" grumbled Thorin.
Soon as Kili approached the boat, Thorin stopped him, as Kili shown signs of pain, as he limped towards the boat. "No, Kili. You are not coming!" said Thorin, placing his hand on the dwarf prince's shoulder. "What do you mean? Of course I'm coming!" snapped Kili. "Return to the Mountain when you are healed." said Thorin gently.
"Thorin, you have to let him come with us! We have waited for this day to come to see our ancestral home! I will carry him if I must!" pleaded Fili, speaking on his brother's behalf. "I will not risk this quest for some dwarf, not even my own kin!" snarled Thorin. Cyril's eyes widened when she heard this. She couldn't believe he had said that about his own nephew. She could see the hurt in Kili's eyes after Thorin had spoken those words.
"Thorin!.." Fili began to speak again. "Fili, someday you will be king! You will understand! You belong with the Company!" said Thorin. "No, I belong with my brother!" snapped Fili, as he climbed out of the boat, and stood next to Thorin. Oin too, climbed out of the boat as well. "I will stay behind myself and to help with Kili." said Oin. "Farewell!" Cyril called out. Thorin turned away, and climbed into the boat, and he sat down, as the boat began to move as the townspeople cheered and the musicians sounding their horns.
An hour later, they find themselves further away from Lake Town. Cyril had sat with Thorin during the entire time, but the dwarf hardly spoken to her since they had left. Once they reached shore, they approached the ruins of Dale. "I remembered this place well. It was once a great and prosperous city." said Cyril softly.
Thorin remained silent, as they continued moving. Cyril wanted to talk more of the memories she had during her stay in Dale, but she remained silent. After they reached passed Dale, they drew near to the Dwarves home, as they begin searching for the side door. Already Cyril was beginning to feel quite uneasy, as closer they have gotten to the Mountain, and it wasn't the only thing that made Cyril feel uneasy. She noticed a sudden change in Thorin, but she couldn't make it out what it is.
"I think I've found something Thorin!" Bilbo called out. Bilbo discovered an area of the Mountain where they needed to go. Thorin smiled. "You have keen eyesight, Mister Baggins!" Thorin said,, praising the hobbit. And they quickly moved to the area. "This is it!" beamed Gloin, with excitement, as Thorin took out his key. When Thorin inserted the key into the wall, it didn't move at all, much to the frustration of Thorin and the rest of the Company. "Am I missing something here?" Thorin said out loud.
Thorin quickly took out the map and looked it over. "Stand by the grey stone where the thrush knocks-the light of Durin's day-shine upon the key hole-the Light of Durin's Day.." said Thorin, and he tried again, inserting the key, but to no avail nothing had happened.
Suddenly Dwalin and Nori tried to bash the wall down, by charging at it, but still the wall hadn't moved. "We came all this way, and we missed it. I guess there is always next year." said Balin sadly. Thorin slammed down both map and key to the ground. Thorin and the dwarves turned away. Cyril snarled. She couldn't believe she is seeing this. She couldn't believe the dwarves are giving up this easily. Neither did Bilbo. "Wait! Wait! You cannot give up yet!" the hobbit called out to them.
Thorin turned and looked at Bilbo, and looked away, as he continued to follow the dwarves. "The Thorin I know wouldn't give up this easily! Damn it, get your asses back here!" shouted Cyril. But the dwarves ignored her. "CRAP!" Cyril snapped in frustration, as she quickly sat on the ground. It wasn't long that nightfall came, and the moon rose in the sky shining down upon them. A thrush soon appeared, landing on a small grey stone, tapping on it. And to Cyril and Bilbo's surprise, a keyhole appeared on the wall.
"Thorin, the key! The key! Its happening!" exclaimed the hobbit. But unfortunately, for a moment Thorin and the dwarves didn't respond. No soon as Bilbo attempted to reach for the key, Thorin's boot stepped down on it, and Thorin reached for the key and he picked it up.
As Thorin inserted the key into the key hole, the wall opened up. Thorin pushes the wall open, leading the Company into the Mountain. Mixture of emotions clouded over everyone as they entered, especially with Thorin, Balin and Dwalin. "I know these halls, these walls-the stone-And chambers filled with Golden light, do you remember Balin?" said Thorin softly. "Yes, yes, I remember." said Balin quietly, as he wiped a tear from his eye.
"What is that?" asked Bilbo, looking up at the ancient carvings on a wall nearby showing a throne and a jewel above it. "That Mister Baggins, is the Arkenstone, the King's Jewel!" Balin replied. "And that, Mister Baggins, is the reason why you're here." said Thorin. Balin instructed Bilbo to go down into the treasury to retrieve the jewel and bring it to himself or Thorin. "I will go with him." said Cyril. "Cyril, have you gone mad?!" snapped Dwalin. "HEY! That's the reason why I'm here am I? Have any of you forgotten already?!" Cyril snapped.
"No, we haven't forgotten Cyril! Its just-I cannot let you go down there!" snapped Thorin. "Thorin, Gandalf had brought me here for a reason to save all of you from that thing that is sleeping in the treasury as we speak! You cannot stop me for going down there with Bilbo!" argued Cyril.
"She is right, laddie. This is one of the reasons why she is here. You have to let her go!" said Balin. Thorin closed his eyes and sighed. "Very well, you can go. But please, Cy. Be careful." said Thorin, taking Cyril's hands gently. "I will, I promise I'll be careful!" said Cyril. "She's already transforming already!" gasped Gloin. Cyril looked down as she noticed her hands turning into dragon claws, and her eyes are changing as well. "Go Cyril!" hissed Thorin. Cyril nodded, as she followed Bilbo into the treasury.