Daughter of a Traitor
Part One
Chapter Three - Meeting with a Grey Wizard
How long has gone by since the Dragon attack, too long? Too long, to still be wandering through fields, homeless. Too long, to know they had members waddling behind pregnant. Too long, for the screaming infants, and children. Too long for Thorin struggling to get work from men in random towns to keep his people afloat. To protect them all, make sure every woman and their children survived. Too long.
It was just another day of wandering as they set up camp by a nearby town, Thorin found some work and there were hungry people. Ivy sighed hopelessly as she watched Thorin head off to town, he worked tirelessly to support an entire race as she spent her days training. She shook her head, she'd had had enough of it. She knew Thorin had told her time and time again to stay put that she need not help, but Ivy could no longer just sit idly by there had to be something she could do. Standing up, full of determination she followed Thorin to town staying hidden the entire time if he knew she had left to try and find work he'd be adamant that she mustn't burden herself. But this time Ivy would hear none of it, she'd keep it secret no one need ever know until Thorin decided to head on from this place. So the longer Ivy could keep this secret the better off everyone would be.
Ivy convinced the local inn to give her a job, striving to prove herself and ensure she kept her job for the time they would be here she kept a friendly smile on always, the better the tips the better everyone would be. She did everything in her power and ignored the urge to punch every man who's hand fell upon her body. Grin and bear it, for the betterment of hundreds of people. They were all at stake here, they were far more important than herself, or so she believed. Ivy stashed away every coin, so there was nothing Thorin could argue about the work would have already been done. He would be turning away gold, something Ivy knew he wasn't foolish enough to do.
Ivy was heading out of town one night when a large burly man stalked out of the inn following her close behind grinning devilishly, Ivy clenched her fist he was a regular who took quite the pleasure her constantly making her nights unbearable, she took off at a brisk run trying to keep as much distances between them for she was weaponless. It was her only way to get out of this situation. Ivy paid no mind to where she was running, as she slowed to a stop confident that she had lost him her eyes locked on to none other than Thorin as he worked the bellows hammering a short sword against the anvil.
"Ivy! What are you doing here?" Thorin demanded, hesitating momentarily in his work, his brow had become damp with sweat.
"I... came to see you. It was later than usual, your generally back by now." Ivy lied smoothly.
He gave his partner a questioning look not sure if he truly believed her, it was not like Ivy to come and check on him. "Thanks," he smiled, nodding his head for her to move closer, deciding to let go for the time being.
Ivy sighed relieved that he accepted the tale. "Here," Thorin spoke handing over the grip of the sword.
Looking at him stunned, eyebrows raised Ivy choked out a reply. "I am no blacksmith, Thorin."
"Ye will do fine, here." Thorin insisted nodding his head in confidence at his elleth.
With great hesitation Ivy grasped the grip of the sword turning as Thorin instructed, trying to hold back her laughter feeling rather foolish, it became blatantly clear Ivy was a fighter, not a blacksmith.
"No, lass. You're no blacksmith, best give that back to me." Thorin chuckled, taking the sword back, her smile never faltered as she watched Thorin finish his work.
Thorin finished and Ivy immediately bent forward placing her hands firmly upon his face raking her fingers through his trimmed beard, "Can we head back to camp now?" She breathed out her voice laced with lust.
"My elf is in need," his voice grew husky as she whispered in his ear, her fingers running through his beard.
"Please, Thorin." Ivy moaned out, biting on her lip.
Thorin gripped her hips with a demanding, firm tug pulling their bodies together. "Come, my little elf," Thorin command his voice as rough as his grip, making Ivy weak in the knees.
They hurried back to camp, though a familiar voice called out to them ruining the lustful tension that continued to grow between them. Pausing Ivy squeezed her eyes shut hoping she was hearing things, though it was clear that she wasn't. The owner of the local pub hurried over passing her her pay. "Have a good night," He called leaving Ivy with one confused Thorin.
"What was that all about?" Thorin asked as Ivy nudged him to continue walking though Thorin held his ground.
"Nothing," Ivy laughed nervously, hoping he wouldn't push the matter.
Hoping got her nowhere, grabbing the bag Thorin glanced inside looking back at Ivy glaring slightly. "Men are throwing you bags of gold and you say it's nothing."
"Hardly men and bags, it's a single bag of gold," Ivy growled out annoyed. "Look," Ivy continued holding up a hand stopping him from saying anything else. "Let's just head back and I will explain everything."
"Very well." Thorin snapped following Ivy's lead, grumbling the whole way looking salty and displeased.
"All-right, Ivy, spill," Thorin demanded the instant they had hidden away in their tent. Thorin stared Ivy down from over his glass of ale he had poured for himself, silently demanding an explanation.
"Okay, okay. After everything since the dragon attack, you've been working endlessly doing everything for these people I picked up a job here to help you some. Everything I've made in regular pay and tips I have hidden here in our tent." She spewed everything out in a single breath hurriedly admitting it all, scrunching up her face preparing for his anger she was sure to come.
"Ivy, you didn't need to do that." Thorin breathed out no sign of anger in his voice, as he placed the tankard down.
"I know. But I wanted to, I wanted to help." She breathed out pleading with him, hoping he would understand.
"It's appreciated," Thorin smiled nodding his head, Ivy dug around pulling out the bag of gold she had stashed away.
"Ivy." He breathed out shocked and stunned, looking back and forth from the bag to her.
Again she said nothing but shrugged at his shock.
A smile spread across his lips, "With everything together, we'll be able to make it to the blue mountains. Without having to stop to work again, Dis will be able to get to the mountains before her child is born." Thorin stated happy for his sister, for his nephew to come and all his people.
"While Dis and I don't get along, I'm happy she won't have to give birth in the wild. The last mother forced to do so passed away, we couldn't get her to a town in time." Ivy answered sadly, her heart broke for the infant now left motherless.
"I heard of the mother who passed, her husband has found the child a wet nurse and he is doing well," Thorin informed.
Ivy smiled at the news but little it did for her fae that ached.
A moment of silence passed.
"Come here, my little elf," Thorin tried to change the subject, Ivy laughed at his pet name for her. "I believe I had a needy elf earlier." Thorin breathed leaning back in a chair, hands resting behind his head.
"Aye, you still do." She purred back silkily, straddling his lap.
His hands fell upon her thin elven hips, as she threw her head back he tore her clothing from her body hungrily taking one of her breasts into his mouth. "Thorin." Jostling in the chair he pulled off his trousers as she removed his shirt, pressing her breasts into his skin she hooked her fingers beneath his chin lifting his head so she could kiss him. Thorin wasted no time sheathing himself deep inside his lover, gasped out in pleasure at the feeling. Her lips never leaving his until she could no longer control her moans from turning into pleasured screams and gasps.
"That's my delicate little elf," Thorin groaned pleasurably hands still grasped firmly on her hips, squeezing roughly.
How she loved the feeling of his large rough hands upon her own soft skin.
Picking up pace Ivy threw her head back as he thrust upwards, hands trailed around back gripping her backside, Thorin continued to pound into the elleth that straddled his lap, "Thorin," Ivy cried as her thigh quivered in release, her head fallen forwards resting upon his forehead as she breathed heavily her body still quivering in his hands.
Kissing each other deeply Ivy stood grabbing him by the hand leading him to bed, laying together they drifted off to sleep and a restful state.
Thorin had wanted to go to the blue mountains from where they all stood to take his people to safety, in hindsight that would have been the better move. However, such things are impossible. Thror demanded they try to retake Moria from the hoard of orc that had overtaken it, though Ivy and many of the others felt it to be a foolish move they all fought for his army nevertheless as their King.
The sounds and smells of battle were reeking as the sun was beating down making it all worse it the hot sun, it had felt like they'd been fighting for days so many slaughtered. Somewhere in all the chaos, Ivy was separated from Thorin still she pushed on fighting, bloody and sore.
A great war cry from Azog, the defiler, rang through the rocky fields. Thorin fought bravely nothing but his sword and an oak branch as a shield. Ivy had seen her lover from across the field and fought with a dire need and desperation to get to him her heart felt as though it would no longer beat it something happened to him. No air seemed to find its way to her lungs as I watched Thorin attack the pale orc.
"Thorin!" Ivy screamed out without even thinking, she began to run out to him as Azog's weapon nailed his shield splitter flew around him. A pair of arms grasped the elf forcing her to stay away from the fighting pair. Balin and Dwalin had come holding her back knowing the danger of the orc, they had already lost their king to him they refused to lose more than necessary
The screams of Ivy drew the attention of Azog, with a sneer he turned looking over his shoulder while still blocking Thorin's oncoming attacks. Snatching a bow from a fallen orc beside him he ripped an arrow from another body aiming expertly he fired.
"NO!" Thorin's voice echoed around the battlefield, though Ivy could no longer see him her vision blurring from the pain of the orcish arrow that embedded its self in her body that was going numb. Gradually the world faded to black as she fell unconscious in her dwarven companions arms.
Ivy awoke to voices she had never heard before, voices barking out orders. Her face twisted in agony through her stomach a scream of pain escaped her lips as he eyes flew open. "Get away from me!"
"Hold her down," A voice commanded from the left.
Dwalin and Glóin were by her side pinning her against the bed with firm hands, "Quiet now, lassie."
"You quiet now, Dwalin." She snapped back as the arrow was gripped and ripped free, Ivy let a long string of both elven and dwarven curses flew towards the healer who removed the arrow before darkness overtook her again.
Groggily Ivy awoke, gingerly feeling her abdomen, thankful to be alive. Ivy gasped out in pain as she tested the waters trying to sit up. "She's awake!" Looking up Glóin was standing in the doorway yelling out into the hallway.
Thorin was the first one in the room, "What were you thinking? Drawing attention to yourself like that, you put yourself at great risk, nearly got yourself killed." Thorin's anger dwindled as he yelled, pulling Ivy into his arms thankful that she had survived.
Ivy smiled uncaring of his anger she, herself, was glad to see that he to was alive and well, they save and in the Blue Mountains.
The years passed slowly, Dis came to have two children Fili and Kili, Glóin and his wife had a dwarfling by the name of Gimli. Things settle down in the blue mountains people found their own way to a new normal over time.
Thorin and Ivy were out sparring late into the night when news came of a possible sighting of his father, without a second thought Thorin hurried away from the training area barking orders at the messenger. Ivy was quick to follow after seen the fateful night in the fields in Moria he had gone missing, most presumed him died, it was the logical reasoning. Thorin, however, held hope.
"Thorin," Ivy called after him as he entered the armoury, her hands on her hips.
"What is it? I will waste no time I leave immediately."
"Aye, and so do I," She added, grabbing her own armour, Ivy believed Thrain to be dead, believed it was only logical but still she tried at every turn to support Thorin.
"No amount of trying to convince you to stay, or argument is going to make you change your mind is it?" Thorin sighed, heading for the stables.
"Has it ever?" Ivy demanded with raised eyebrows, sliding a pair of smaller knives into her boots as she headed to prepare her own horse.
"Nay, little elf." Thorin paused his eyes lingering upon her armour clad body. Walking closer he spoke in a low whisper. "Every time I see you in that armour..." he growled his voice full of implications.
Leaning down they pair shared in a kiss before taking off to the mounting their horses we leaving the Blue Mountains in search of Thrain.
They scourged every acre, every mile where he had been spot and still they were left empty handed, heading for the Prancing Pony Thorin was feeling discouraged.
The pair sat in the middle of the bustling inn, Ivy bow resting by her side. Thorin and she paused an unnerving feeling took over as two men one on each side of the bar could be seen watching with careful eyes, they kept no secret they were watching Thorin and his partner.
Looking up at Thorin Ivy glanced from him to the one the right and back from him to the left with a slight nod, a silent understanding that they would split taking each separately our hands fell upon the sword and bow preparing for the oncoming fight when a tall wizard dressed all in grey dropped into a chair at the easing all tension, as the brute faded away with the coming of their company.
Sighing as the men departed Ivy turned her attention to the newcomer.
"I should introduce myself, my name is Gandalf. Gandalf, the grey." He introduced himself cheerfully, puffing on a long wooden pipe.
"We know who you are, Gandalf." Ivy started shortly, watching him with careful eyes wondering what he was doing here, trouble always seemed to follow the wizard.
"Well now, this is a fine chance. What brings Thorin Oakenshield and his partner Ivy, elf under the mountain to Bree?" Gandalf chuckled lightly as he spoke.
"I received word that my father had been sighted in the wilds near Dunland. We went looking but found no signs of him." Thorin said in a grave manner, as Ivy moved her chair closer resting against him in comfort his hand finding its way onto her thigh.
"It's been a long time since anything but rumour has been heard of Thrain." Gandalf stated his voice held a sadness to it as well.
"He still lives, I am sure of it." The barmaid came giving Gandalf his own plate, as Thorin continued, "My father came to see you before, what did you say to him?"
"I urged him to march upon Erebor, to rally the seven armies of the dwarves to destroy the dragon and take back the lonely mountain. And I will say the same to you. Take back your homeland." Gandalf urged desperately.
Thorin leaned back in his chair watching the old wizard, as Ivy stayed narrowing her eyes watching him carefully. "This is no chance meeting, is it Gandalf?" Ivy demanded to know, her lip curling up in a sneer.
"No. It is not, the lonely mountain troubles me. That dragon has sat there long enough, it won't be long before darker eyes look to Erebor." As Gandalf spoke he pulled out a roll, as he explained whom he ran into, "It's black speech, a promise of payment."
Thorin and Ivy leaned forward looking it over, "For what?" Ivy asked eyeing the words that were scrawled along the tattered and frayed parchment.
"Your heads," he said eyeing the pair, "More specifically, Thorin. You are wanted alive, if possible, you're considered a weakness to Thorin, capturing you in order to get to Thorin, though it will mean certain death for you as well when they have used you for what they want. Someone wants you and your partner dead, Thorin. You can wait no longer you are the heir to the throne of Durin, unite the armies of the dwarves demand they stand by their oaths."
"The seven armies swore an oath to the one who wields the king's jewel, the Arkenstone. It is the only thing that will unite them and in case you've forgotten it was stolen by Smaug." Thorin's words rushed out, his voice held a rage and bitterness. Ivy continued to watch the men from earlier as they wandered through the room, hand still firmly upon her bow.
"What if I were to help you reclaim it?" Gandalf eyes narrowed in determination.
"How?" Thorin and Ivy breathed out surprised.
"There is a dragon standing between us and that stone." Ivy breathed out skeptically, idly rubbing at her shoulder remembering the pain that Smaug had brought to her at their last encounter.
"Indeed, Ivy. That is why were going to need a burglar." Gandalf smiled looking at her with raised eyebrows.
They glanced at each other, Thorin turned back to Gandalf nodding in agreement.
"Thorin, we need to think about this." Ivy insisted.
"No, if there is even the slightest chance I can reclaim my homeland, and avenge my forebearers than I will. I must do this."
Gandalf and Thorin made plans to meet in the Shire.
"Ivy, listen." Thorin began once they were back outside and preparing to head back to the Blue Mountains, "I ride to the Iron hills...alone." Thorin put as much emphasize on the end as possible, as they rode through the rain.
"Thorin..."
"No, Ivy. You know Dain hates all elves including you, it would not go well with you there. I am sorry." Thorin sighed.
"Always with the elf thing," She snapped but didn't push the matter further.
"My little elf, do not be angry if not for the foolishness of Dain I would bring you." He smiled warmly at trying to ease her anger.
"I know," She huffed annoyed, some dwarves would never change.
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