The sun rose with the sound of larks, the sweet smell of roses from the hobbits garden. Packing up her bed role, she loaded her pony with her things and waited for the Dwarves to emerge from the house. Thorin was first to leave, his face evidently unhappy with her presence, he looked over her pony and muttered something in Dwarvish to his white bearded companion.
'You stayed m'lady, I shall request to ride alongside you first if I may. I can acquaint you with our company members and their roles.' He swung his bag onto his horse, winking as he did so, making Onya smile. 'My name is Killi, 3rd in line for the throne at Erbor.'
'Nice to meet you again Killi, I'm Onya. Just plain old Onya.'
Killi carefuly explained each dwarfs role within the company, avoiding their leaders. The sun beating down on them.
' Lastly, I am Killi, as you already know. I…I am excellent with a blade, fierce in the face of danger. If you ever need saving, I will be your dwarf. In fact, I'd be happy to bunk next to you, to make you feel safer at night.' He caught the glare of his uncle from the front, and replied with a less than confident grin.
'Wait! Wait!' They heard from behind.
'By jove, he changed his mind after all.' Gandalf said falling back to them. 'Whatever you said must have worked my dear, for that I am thankful.'
'All appears to be in order, welcome to the company of Thorin Oakenshield, master Baggins.' The white bearded dwarf said chuckling. Pouches of coins started flying passed them, Onya shook her head at the bets they had taken. Her amused face, caught the gaze of their leader, his eyes far from amused by the new arrival. He looked away, his face grave.
Their journey took them over rivers, and fields, leading them to a wide ledge where they made camp for the night. Onya sat between Killi and his brother Filli, she watched their leader restlessly sleep on a rock nearby, his face showing the strain that stayed with him even when he rested.
'Orc's!' Killi said. Waking the king, his face looking to where Onya was staring.
'Throat cutters, they'll be dozens of them out there.' Filli added.
'They strike in the wee small hours while everyone is asleep, quick and quiet. No screams, just lots of blood.' Killi said to the hobbit. Onya shivered with the memory of encounters with orcs.
Filli and Killi began to laugh, Onya stood and walked away towards her pony.
'You think that's funny?' Thorin's voice thundered. 'You think a night raid by Orcs is a joke?'
'We didn't mean anything by it.' She heard Filli say, his voice filled with regret.
'No you didn't.' Thorin said passing her, his gaze steely and filled with anger.
Onya listened to the grey bearded dwarf tell Thorin's tale, she looked over the waters, but listened intently. Thorin turned in her direction briefly, she offered a knowing look, realising just how much pain he had suffered, his face remained impassive.