So, this was just a sappy, short filler chapter. It's been a while since I last worked on this story and I was just trying to get a feel for it. I hope you enjoy. The song that I was inspired by can be found here: /watch?v=QzxW85KCGQ8&list=PLt9UdEco3BWjJuEp5z_bdTaR6a_w8kjGa&index=2 . And if you try really hard, you can even match up my lyrics to the tune of the song.
This Was Ours
by: iamCAMBRIA
Chapter 5: No Use for Rings of Gold
The room was filled with wonderful sounds of merriment as the other Dwarves celebrated the announcement of Thorin's and Bellissima's engagement. Beorn had served them a barrel-load of honey milk to applaud them as well. The atmosphere was warm and bubbly, especially now that the lot of them were losing their sobriety. How was that even possible with honey milk?
Grinning, Bellissima looked up at Thorin. The raven-haired Dwarf looked down upon her with pride. Even he was offering a smile that graced his features. The hobbit blushed, her cheeks growing even redder. Gandalf and Beorn were laughing as the other Dwarves were singing some Dwarvish engagement song. Feeling rather bold and Tookish, Bellissima stumbled out of her chair and clambered onto the table. The Dwarves looked up at the usually shy hobbit in surprise. Thorin opened his mouth, but closed it when he saw the glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Um, yes, hullo everyone." Bellissima slurred, urged on by the Dwarves' sudden roar of encouragement. "Yes well, I'd like—um, I daresay it is a rather common tradition in my family for the…the future bride to compose a song. It seems now it is my turn to carry on this practice of the Tooks. So, let's hope my work for the past three days has not been a waste."
The hobbit looked to Bofur and he gave her a wide smirk, holding up his flute. Bellissima nodded gratefully, and grabbed a handful of her coat in her fist. She had actually never sang in front of the others. She was especially nervous about singing in front of Thorin; the King under the Mountain had an exceptionally great singing voice. But with another reassuring smile, Bofur raised his lips to his flute and nodded to her. The miner/toy maker Dwarf began to play a tune that sounded much like a party shanty of the Shire. It had taken her a long time to compose a tune melody both the joy of the Shire and the sorrow of Erebor. With a deep inhale, she began.
"I've heard the tales of mighty gold,
And trekked through weather burning and cold.
I've been over and under hills,
And known that I will follow you still.
"But still no burning ruby bright,
Nor a glittering emerald strong and light,
Can tear apart my heart from you,
If you would say that you love me too."
Thorin smiled wider, opening his mouth to speak, but Bellissima just shook her head; she broke into the next verse.
"My dearest love, my darling One,
You impress me with your tales of old.
But I've no need for daring words
For only your love is what I yearn.
"And even though you'd mine for me
Glittering jewels and rings of gold,
I've no use for this fickle things
If I am in your tender hold.
"I'd travel to a mountain tall,
I'd even kill a dragon bold,
If I could all but hear your name
Echoed in your halls of old."
And then suddenly, a deep melodious voice joined in, interrupting her song. Bellissima looked up at Thorin, who was standing up now. He looked all the more regal as he stood straight and tall; unwavering, his eyes twinkling brightly and happily. The hobbit lass couldn't suppress the dark crimson blush flushing all over her cheeks.
"I'd sing the ballads of your name,
I'd even sing you poetry
If I could all but hold you dear
And call you my kin for all my years."
Bellissima smiled and found herself singing along with Thorin— wondering how he made up those matching lyrics in the spur of the moment. Even though she did not know the lyrics that Thorin used, she still found matching words inside of her. Like heart song beating in tandem.
"But still no burning ruby bright,
Nor glittering Arkenstone strong and light,
Can tear apart my heart from you,
If you would say you would marry me!"
Thorin's pupils were dilated, and she had never seen the Dwarf so happy before. Letting out a laugh, Bellissima raised her hands to quiet the cheering company for a second. They looked at her expectantly. She glanced a Thorin, her eyes wide and her heart beating furiously.
"Thorin Oakenshield, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, and King under the Mountain, I have no need for rings of gold, or any other worldly possessions. As long as I am blessed to live my life beside you, I don't need anything."Bellissima said proudly, allowing her nervous Baggins nature to be absorbed by the sudden boldness, just for a second.
Every single Dwarf of the company stood, clapping their hands and whooping like a bunch of drunkards. The Baggins side of her came back and she blushed furiously. Thorin stood up, outstretching his arms, a warm and inviting smile on his face.
"Ghivashel."
The lass walked down the table and jumped. Thorin caught her easily and twirled her around before bringing her close. He nuzzled Bellissima's nose, genuine mirth radiating from his eyes —taking her in as his everything.
"Ghivashel." He whispered cherishing her.
Bellissima savored the feeling of his beard scratching up against the bare skin of her cheek.
"Bellissima."
She hummed. "Hm?"
"Bellissima." Thorin looked at her urgently. "Do not leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere." She answered with a questioning look.
"Do not leave me."
"Thorin—"
"Ghivashel."
Ghivashel.
Ghivashel.
Bellissima's eyes tore open. She shot up out of bed, sweat drenching her forehead in giant beads. She groaned as pain branded her shoulder and shot down her back like lightning.
"Do not leave me, ghivashel."
"W-w-what?" She choked out.
Bellissima looked up only to be meet with the sapphire eyes of an elf.
"Ah, you are up periannath." The she-elf greeted.
"I feel like I bloody got socked by a troll." She moaned trying to ease herself up slowly.
"Well, your shoulder was mauled by a warg." The elf chirped. "And you have been unconscious for a few hours as well. Periannath, you should consider yourself lucky that you do not feel like death at the current time."
"My body feels as though it could be close to." Bellissima complained.
"Ah, lass, you're up!"
The hobbit turned around to see the white bearded Dwarf walk up to her, a relieved expression spread across his features. An auburn haired elf followed him, her features were grim set and weary.
"So, the periannath awakens. I was afraid she would succumb to her fever." The auburn one said.
"She's too stubborn to fall to a fever, lass." Balin grinned, forgetting that he was speaking to an elf.
The auburn haired elf frowned.
"I am very much glad she did not." The sapphire eyed elf continued. "According to naug, they have a very long journey, and it would be such a shame if they did not make it."
"I'm sorry, but what are your names?" Bellissima demanded, sounding very cross.
"Aha, look sister!" The sapphire eyed one laughed. "She bears a very cross face, much like that of the King under the Mountain."
The hobbit flushed. "I-I-I, what?"
"Were you not the Baggins that Thorin Oakenshield enlisted to help reclaim his home?" The elf asked. "Your naug called you Miss Baggins and I remembered the name immediately from Lord Elrond's tales. Only one who travels with the King under the Mountain tries their hardest to give an edhel such a vehement look."
"Have you met…Master Oakenshield?" Bellissima asked quietly, trying to rotate her shoulder.
"Do not do that." The auburn one stated calmly. "The flesh needs to mend."
"Good thing it's not my dominate hand." She murmured before looking at the two expectantly. "I've asked you two questions and you have failed to answer both. What are your names, and do you know Thorin Oakenshield?"
"Yes of course, sincerest of apologies, Miss Baggins." The sapphire one twittered. "I am Serafina of the Glades."
"I am Kiera of the Glades as well." The auburn haired one said with a bow.
"Bellissima Baggins, at your service." Bellissima tiredly stated, slowly inching herself back down onto the ground.
Serafina beamed.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" The hobbit hissed to Balin.
The Dwarf shook his head. "I've already introduced myself, I won't be doing it a second time."
"We would expect nothing more of you, Master Dwarf." Kiera said in what may have been a snigger, but it was awfully hard to tell with her melodic voice.
"So, you go to Erebor. Why?" Serafina asked, sitting comfortably next to Bellissima.
The hobbit winced. "I go for my own reasons, thank you very much."
Balin muttered something in Khuzdul; probably something about nosey elves.
"Every person has a story to tell, Bellissima Baggins." Kiera stated as she sat down next to her sister. "We have the time for you must rest for at least a day, and we—my sister and I—have no more reason to hunt, for we have lost our trail with our occupation of you. So, I feel as though your story might be able to fend off our boredom for just a bit."
"And what makes you think that I will tell you my story."
"Because you are a hobbit." said Kiera.
"And hobbits love telling stories." finished Serafina.
"Well, this hobbit—for one is not overly fond of telling stories."
Balin snorted.
Bellissima shot him a withering look.
"Please, periannath, it will do us all some good to unwind." Serafina asked politely, beginning to braid a section of her blond hair.
The hobbit lass sighed. "I…I suppose."
"Miss Bell, no." Balin groaned, lying down and covering his eyes. "We could all do with rest."
Bellissima only raised her hand. "You may as well get comfortable, because it is not a very short story…nor is it a pleasant one."
The elves nodded, although Kiera definitely look entirely uninterested. She played it up well for her sister, making it seem as though she was as eager to hear the Halfling's words. Bellissima sighed, and focused her 'story teller's' voice.
"So a tale we shall have." Bellissima began. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…"
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Bellissima had finished her tale. She had made sure to leave out any parts concerning her and Thorin's relationship. Only giving the elves the impression that he and she had been good friends. It was satisfying to see that both of the elven kind seemed grim and teary eyed. It was good to know that everyone was in about as much misery as she was.
"Let me change your bandages." Kiera offered softly, her eyes pointed to the ground.
Bellissima nodded.
The elf reached over and with slender hands, began to clean the wound and change her bandages. Balin and Serafina sat quietly. The hobbit couldn't help but be grateful at the fact that Balin was once again his diplomatic self. He was being rude to these elves as he initially had been with Anthereon. Of course, she had been asleep for a few hours, who knows what sort of thing could have happened when she was unconscious.
"We will help." Serafina declared suddenly, her voice sure.
"Pardon?" Bellissima asked, a bit drowsy.
"We must return to Imladris soon, but we will help you reach the Misty Mountains. A Dwarf and a hobbit are easy prey on the road. You must see the King under the Mountain to prove to yourself he is not dead—and to prove that he can forgive you. We will aid you the best as we can to help you achieve this goal."
Balin looked thunderstruck.
Kiera simply looked annoyed.
"Thank you, truly." Bellissima slurred, the events of everything finally weighing down on her like a wall of bricks. "But…why would you do that for a stranger?"
"Your mother was an elvellon so as are you." Serfina added seriously. "Should you ever need any elf's help, all you must do is ask."
Kiera looked at her sister and the sapphire eyed elf simply ignored her. She continued her focus on the hobbit. The Halfling could hardly keep her eyes open.
"Sleep, periannath." Kiera commanded, pushing down on the hobbit's unwounded shoulder. "We will talk more of plans in the morn. Now you must rest."
Bellissima nodded, but as she slowly laid back down, she couldn't help but feel for the Ring. As she did, her vision blurred and her hearing hazed. She did not understand her position nor why she was in the forest. Groaning she closed her eyes, her fingers gently strong the gold Ring. Such a beautiful, beautiful golden Ring.
"I have no need for such fickle things." Bellissima thought bitterly, but not removing her hand.
And with that, she gave in to sleep. Landing in the darkness like landing on a pillow of soft down. She welcomed the respite.
So, thank you to sauara, Marina Oakenshield, sarah0406, huntressofartemis101, dearreader, Winters-Dawn1221, Roses, and Guest for all reviewing. It means much to me! Let me know what you think of this tiny filler, did you like it or meh. This is my first romance and I must admit; it's not my area;) This chapter has been edited by MissMiaTherese:) thanks love.