NOTE: Hey guys been a long time lol. For those of you new to the story, basically I'm trying to create a love interest for Thorin. Frankly the hobbit lacks a little romance haha. For those who have already read this story I thank you for your continued patience. I know it's been a long haul. As you can see I have restructured the story a little bit to make longer chapters. There is a new one at the end. REMEMBER: any and all reviews are greatly appreciated.
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They didn't have long to ponder another guess before a Warg burst through the trees, snarling a gnashing it's teeth. It knocked over one dwarf ready to sink it's teeth into another, while Thorin charged it and sank his sword into its skull. The warg's head barely hit the ground before another landed in the midst of the company.
Kili tried to bring it down with an arrow, but it was Dwalin's war hammer that finished it off.
"Warg scout!" Thorin announced trying not to sound panicked. "Which means an ork pack is not far behind."
"Who did you tell about your quest?" Gandalf demanded. "Beyond your kin?"
"No one!" Thorin responded.
"Who did you tell?!"
"No one I swear!" Thorin thoughts ran wild. "What in Durin's name is going on?"
"You are being hunted!" Gandalf announced gravely.
The dwarves searched in a hurry for their ponies but it didn't take long for them to realize that they had been scared off. Then they had to stifle a laugh at the seriousness in Radagast suggestion.
"I'll draw them off!"
Gandalf rolled his eyes "These are Gundabad wargs. They will outrun you."
"These are Rhosgobel rabbits!" Radagast shot back. He then looked Gandalf directly in the eye. "I'd like to see them try..."
Thorin could hear Radagast laughing like a mad man in the distance.
"Glad to hear he's having fun..." Thorin thought sarcastically.
Gandalf urged them forward, dashing from rock to rock trying to stay out of sight. Ori almost blew it by running out to far and Thorin made it just in time to grad him by the scruff of his neck.
"When this is over I'm taking a nice long nap..." he then turned to Gandalf. "Where are you leading us?"
Gandalf didn't have time to respond before they were once again on the move. Unfortunately they were not quick enough.
Each of the dwarves held their breath as they realized the Warg rider that had caught their scent was standing on the rock just above them. Thorin looked over at Kili and indicating his bow, gave his nephew a nod. Kili moved out and in the blink of an eye loosed his arrow towards the Warg.
Both Warg and rider fell but they weren't going down without a fight. All of the dwarves rushed forward swinging, beating and slashing until the enemy was on the floor. They all looked at each other realizing that their cover was totally blown.
"Move! Run!" Gandalf ordered.
All the dwarves prepared to take off, but suddenly Thorin noticed someone or something lying not far from them. He was going to follow everyone else but something held him back. He approached the small figure quickly and realized that it could be an ork.
Whatever it was had a burlap sack shoved over its head. He careful pulled it off and red curls spilled out everywhere. It took him a second to recognize her under the mud and blood, but it was Nola, and she was unconscious. Thorin knew he was running out of time.
"Nola..." Thorin whispered as he shook her gently. Then he raised his voice. "NOLA!"
Her eyes fluttered open. "Thorin?"
"I'm right here." He reassured her.
His eyes filled with tears up as she smiled back at him. Their happiness was short lived before a violent fit of coughing overcame her and Nola fell unconscious once again.
The roar of the wargs brought Thorin's attention back to the present. He scooped Nola's up in his arms and ran for both of their lives. He turned in the direction his companions had disappeared. Once he came into view, everyone stopped as their eyes widened in shock. With a quick glance, Thorin could already tell they were surrounded.
"Kili shoot them!" Thorin shouted.
"This way, quickly!" Gandalf insisted.
With Gandalf and Thorin urging them on, the group quickly sprang into action; Kili loading his bow and everyone trying to keep up with Gandalf.
"We're surrounded!" Fili screamed.
"Where is Gandalf?" Kili asked panicked.
"He has abandoned us!" Dwalin spat.
Thorin looked straight at Bilbo, never more serious in his life.
"Can you carry her?" He asked quickly.
"Uh... maybe?"
Thorin gave him a death glare.
"O.k. I'll try" Bilbo said taking a step back.
"Stay behind everyone." Thorin warned as he passed Nola into Bilbo's arms.
He turned and drew his sword. Even thought Kili had great aim and took down a few more wargs, the ones left standing still managed to close in.
"Hold you ground!" Thorin ordered.
Just as he was getting ready to attack, Gandalf reappeared in crack in the middle of a rock.
"This way you fools!" He yelled above the snarling wargs.
"Quickly all of you go!" Thorin urged, overcoming his shock
All of the dwarves ran toward the opening, taking a hesitant look at the crevice before jumping. Bilbo, who stood aside awkwardly, could barely hold this random girl in his arms. He had no idea how he was going to slide down with her. Thorin rushed forward grabbing Nola out of Bilbo's arm and practically shoved him down into the crevice.
"Kili! Run!" Thorin hollered looking back.
He waited for his nephew before following the rest of his company down into the dark. Trying his best to protect Nola, he could feel the rock wall behind him tearing at his back, landing with a heavy thud on the ground. Listening to the growling above them, Thorin placed Nola against the wall toward the rear of the cave the dwarves found themselves in. As a horn sounded from above one of the Warg riders fell into the cave.
Every dwarf rushed forward to do their own damage, halting in their steps as they realized that it was already dead. Thorin stepped forward and pulled an arrow protruding from the ork's back.
"Elves" He informed the rest of the group with a frown.
He then looked back to where he left Nola. Balin was by her side inspecting her wounds.
"How is she?" He asked almost in a whisper.
"Not in the greatest shape." Balin told his gravely. "Cut and bruised extensively and I cannot tell for certain but I believe she may have broken ribs. Probably passed out from the pain."
"Who is that Thorin?" Fili asked from behind them.
"I cannot see where the pathway leads!" Interrupted Dwalin, who used his time to explore the cave. "Do we follow it or no?"
"Follow it of course!" Bofur responded.
Taking Nola up in his arms once again, Thorin moved ahead with the company. He carefully navigated his way through the narrow passage and after Bombur got stuck once or twice, they finally made it to an opening.
The Dwarves stood in awe at the scene awaiting them. Elegant buildings in a majestic town with a river running through, going off the edge into a beautiful waterfall. It was quite a sight for Gandalf to see all of their jaws dropped like that.
"The valley of Imraldis. In the common tongue it is known by another name."
"Rivendell" Bilbo said, completely entranced by what he saw before him.
"This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy!" Thorin accused.
"You have no enemies here Thorin Okenshield." Gandalf responded, rolling his eyes. "The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself."
"You think the elves will give us their blessing?" Thorin shot back. "They will try to stop us."
"Of course they will! But we have questions that need to be answered, and not to mention medical attention." Gandalf replied indicated the person in Thorin's arms. "If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact... and no small amount of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me." He finished pointedly.
"Self-important, pointed hat, herb smoking..." Thorin ranted in his brain as everyone made their way toward Rivendell.