(Everything will be in Linderra/Angel's POV unless otherwise noted)
I wasn't very hungry so I told Bilbo I would be on the roof again if he needed me for anything. I layed down on the roof and watched the stars glisten and gleam. I closed my eyes for a little bit till I was awakened by rough but strong knocking on the door then a deep gravely velvet voice speak.
"You said this place was easy to find Gandalf. I passed by it twice until I found it. No thanks to your mark you left."
I sighed and felt like my insides were mush now. I know it sounds strange but I am still a girl and already I can tell the owner of the voice was handsome just by his voice. I sigh and look back up towards the sky and decide to sing a song I remember from a long time ago.
I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name
"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain
I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow
I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice
I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice
(All rights go to Celtic Woman)
Thorin's POV
As I was about to ask our "burglar" some questions when I froze hearing the beautiful voice I hadn't heard in over 60 years.
"It can't be."
I said in awe listening and looking around.
"What is it? Oh the singing?"
I turned to the burglar and nodded.
"Do you know who the voice belongs too?"
"It belongs to me."
Angel's POV
"Do you know who the voice belongs too?"
"It belongs to me."
The dwarf turned around and my entire insides turned to instant mush even more than before. I gazed at the dwarf in front of me and what I had imagined him to look like did him no justice. He was more than handsome. I could tell he has worked hard a long time with the muscle I could see from looking at his slightly tight fitting uniform. His hands I yearned to have on my waist and hold me close to his body. In his presence, I felt the safe, more than I have ever felt before. I also got a sense of royalty coming from him. Was he royalty? I was still guarded because I had fallen before and I couldn't risk another heartbreak. But something inside my heart was telling me he was different. But still I couldn't take a chance.
"Who are you and what were you just singing milady?"
The words didn't leave his desirable lips but another's. I turned towards the direction of the voice and saw 12 other dwarves sitting around a table in the middle of the room. They chuckled, as did the handsome dwarf from before, as well as Gandalf.
"What is so funny?"
I questioned smiling.
"You just had a funny look on your face when you saw all of us lass."
A wise voice said then chuckled.
"Oh I am sorry! I should introduce myself. I am Linderra (Lin-deer-ra) Greyhame-Baggins but everyone calls me Angel. I am Bilbo's (i gestured towards Bilbo) adopted little sister. Who may you gentle dwarves be?"
I asked quietly though my voice could still be heard luckily. I was shy when meeting new people.
The wise voice from before spoke up. He had a white beard with white hair.
"I am Balin."
Another's voice spoke.
"May I say you are more beautiful than any treasure found in the mountains and fairer than any maiden or female dwarf I have ever encountered."
I blushed and stuttered.
"Th-thank you. No one has ever put me th-that way before."
"WHAT?!"
I jumped from the roar of every dwarf (including the handsome one).
(You see dear reader's no matter how many times Angel was told she was pretty or gorgeous by a man, she never once believed them and she wished one day someone would come and somehow make her negative thoughts disappear. Now don't get me wrong, she knew she was pretty but she had a habit of looking into some mirror or into water and point out every flaw she saw on herself. Also, she was independant but she just wished to have a companion or something who treasured her for more than her beauty.)
"What? What did I say?" I asked confused.
"Lassie are you saying no one has called you beautiful?" Balin asked bewildered.
I slightly nodded then shook my head.
"That was not confusing or anything beautiful." Another younger but handsome dwarf said but this one had little to no beard and had dark hair similar from the dwarf I first met.
"Sorry. It's just...umm...it doesn't matter." I explained looking down at the floor sadly with my eyes glistening. Then I felt a small shock from two fingers that lifted my head to gaze into the deep misty blue eyes of the mystery dwarf that had asked about my singing before. He took notice to my eyes threatening to leak tears. He gave me a gentle look and smile sadly.
"It does matter my little Angel no one will press the issue further if you wish it." He spoke softly so only I would hear. I smiled with appreciation and nodded slowly.
"I would prefer not to be on the subject."
He removed his fingers from under my chin and bowed slightly.
"I am Thorin Oakenshield. I happen to be the leader on this journey."
"Do you mean to tell me I am standing in the presence of royalty?" I squeaked looking wide eyed at Thorin. He smiled slightly.
"Yes I am. But please Angel don't feel like you have to bow or anything in my presence." He asked with sad eyes. I stared blankly at him but smiled.
"Of course. Do you want me to call you Thorin? Or your majesty?"
"Please call me Thorin. I am not royalty here." I smiled and curtsied playfully.
"Of course Thorin." He smiled at me and rolled his eyes playfully.
"She isn't the 15th member you spoke of, is she Gandalf?" The younger looking dark haired dwarf asked suddenly. The room went silent waiting for an answer. I was about to ask what they were talking about but Gandalf spoke.
"Yes she is Kili." Gandalf answered for me. Then the uproar sounded.
"What in Durnin's name are you thinking Gandalf?!"
Exclaimed Thorin and he put his muscular arm around my waist holding me closer to the heat of his body. I blushed and made myself a little comfortable watching what was going on. What! I am cold.
"She needs to come with us if she wishes to find out about her origins and I know you ALL would protect her if she came and her singing may help us in the future. There is also more to this woman then meets the eye."
Gandalf stated as he looked at Thorin's arm around my waist with a knowing smirk.
" You all wouldn't have to protect me. I can protect myself. I know how to use a bow and arrows along with a sword and axe. I also can throw knives. I don't wouldn't want to burden you all with you all keeping a constant eye on me. I am capable of that much. Please Thorin let me come! I need to know that you all get with as little injury as possible to your destination and I wish to know about what I am/who I am."
It seemed I won Thorin over with me just speaking his name and giving him my soft eye look. He sighed and frowned at me.
"Very well Angel. But, I want you to promise to stay in eye sight of one of us, preferably myself, Dwalin or Balin or my nephews Kili and Fili. Understood?"
He said with a rough but gentle voice. I nodded and buried my face into his shoulder smiling.
"Thank you Thorin! I promise I will."
I kissed his cheek lightly before looking over his shoulder, all the while he had his arm still around me, and I gently asked who the rest of the dwarves were. After introductions, Thorin removed his arm from around my waist and sat in the empty seat at the head of the table. Gandalf set a seat for me on the opposite side of Thorin next to Bifer. I smiled at Bifer and sat down bring my knees up and resting my chin on them listening to the conversation while I shut my eyes. A few moments passed till I felt a hand lay on top of mine, electricity flowed through leaving sparks tingling in my hand. Smiling I looked up to find the hand belonged to none other than, Thorin. He was smiling watching me with a look in his eye. Was it love? Adoration? I shook the absurd thoughts from my head and smiled back at him. I noticed Bilbo glaring at the back of Thorin's head. I giggled at his face. In confusion Thorin turned as Bilbo quickly looked away towards Gandalf. Rolling his eyes Thorin returned to his original position and took a hold of one of my hands. I noticed the looks from the other dwarves.
"What is it with the staring?" I mumbled softly hoping no one heard me. Unfortunately, a certain prince did. He distracted them and talked about his whereabouts before getting here and what some counsel said. I felt my stomach grumble so I quietly slipped from the table into the kitchen and found some soup for me to eat along with some bread and water. I set everything up in the kitchen and ate quietly listening to the conversation.
Then I heard Thorin start to sing.
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