Queen of His Heart
Fan Fiction-Hobbit/Chronicles of Narnia
I do not own the copyrights to the Hobbit; book or movie. Nor do I own any to the Chronicles of Narnia
A/N= 1) I got this idea off a You Tube video someone made. I figured I couldn't find a sequel to their video, so I am writing one here. 2) I also have messed with time frames and facts for the sake of the storyline, but remember this is FAN-FICTION nothing more.
Entrance
Ch. 2
"Oh, Lucy…" Diane gasped, "It's so beautiful." The hills were rich in color, and the valley below spread for miles on end. "I'd almost…" Her sentence was never finished due to the fact Jean was loudly complaining about the owner's lack of care.
"You would think if one was going to own such a large estate they would hire someone to take better care of the land. How can they expect a lady to properly enjoy her walk?" The words were spoken due to the woman's high heel shoe had busted itself upon a rock protruding out of the ground.
"Maybe, one should wear more reasonable footwear." Lucy didn't hide her annoyance. A fight surely would have broken out except Diane played buffer.
"Here, Jean wear my shoes." It got the third member of the party to stop her griping; though Lucy was still tempted to roll her eyes instead she focused on Diane's feet.
"Are you sure? I mean we don't know how long a walk we have before we'll find rest." Her eyes shot towards Jean, "And she was warned we did walk more than most."
"I know." Diane raced in her speech in order to keep Jean from throwing a childish fit. "But I really am used to walking without shoes and in all kinds of weather. You know that."
"Ya, I do." Lucy shrugged her shoulders, continued walking and wondered how long it would take Jean to figure out they weren't in England anymore; least not the one they were raised in.
The mist rolled over and around the hills. The covering was thankfully not so thick as to erase all visibility. The three women stayed close though as they did not know what the next bend might bring. Thankfully, the mist lightened up as the trio reached the top of a hill.
"Hey, where are we? This does not look familiar." Jean put her hands on her hips and asked where they were supposed to sleep as the sun had disappeared leaving only the moonlight to guide them. Lucy almost retorted "The ground?" Unfortunately, that wasn't Jean's only complaint; however, Lucy chose to ignore the long list and pointed out a light in the distance.
"Looks like it's coming from a small house. Maybe, the resident will let us stay there." Lucy wasn't surprised when Jean griped over that too.
"It's worth a shot anyway." Diane spoke-up deciding another gripe session of Jean's wasn't something she was in the mood for. "Let's go." With that she descended the hillside.
Lucy followed hoping the local was friendly. Last time she'd come things hadn't been going so great. Too much fighting, too much greed, and too much emptiness. Yet again she hoped this trip wasn't a waste of precious time.
The shadow of a male could have been seen; had the girls been looking close enough, but they weren't. He didn't recognize two of them, but he'd have known Lucy anywhere. She'd actually come back. That being the case, he left the fire burning, set food out in the open and high-tailed it out of there to go tell a very old friend; and it wasn't Thorin.
Since the three hadn't seen him at all being greeted with a warm house, food clearly meant for anyone walking into the house surprised them. "You really should wait for the owner to return before eating." Jean spoke in a better-than-thou tone of voice. It was one that only earned her a glare from Lucy who had already decided the open invitation to eat wasn't going to be turned down.
"I'm sure he, or she, won't mind as long as we are willing to replace the food." Diane sat down and ate a bit; Jean eventually joined them. When no one had shown up by the time they were finished Lucy fed the fire and suggested Jean and Diane use the spare single beds to sleep in. Yet again Jean was horrified but caved in when Lucy's only response she was more than willing to let her sleep on the floor instead of her.
"You don't have to sleep on the floor, Lucy." Diane whispered once Jean was asleep. "There is another bed here."
"The owner may, or may not, come back tonight. Using spare beds is one thing; using his is another." Lucy refused to take the bed from Diane and slept near the fire.