Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit at all, nor its characters. They rightfully belong to Mister Tolkien. But, I can say that I own Ademia and her back story.
He entered the Hobbit hole into the candle light and Ademia saw him fully and clearly. His black hair had some streaks of silver though his beard had none. Those Durin blue gray eyes looked at everyone except her, which was probably for the best. Didn't want to ruin the mood so soon after his arrival.
"I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. I wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door." Thorin stated, taking off his cloak and smiling at his nephews. At his words about his possibly ruined door, Bilbo squeezed through the Dwarves to inspect it.
"Mark? There's no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago." Little Bilbo was worried but, of course she had a feeling that it was her father that put it there since it was his sigil.
"There is a mark. I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield." Hearing that name that he earned in the Battle of Moria made her heart soar yet plummet all at once. For that day held much pain in both their lives.
"So.." Thorin moved closer almost towering over the Hobbit to study him. To see if he was worthy to being in the company.
"This is the Hobbit? Tell me Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?" Then, he started to circle him and that made Bilbo nervous from what Ademia could tell. He wasn't at all like he was when they were younger, he truly did act like a Baggins instead of a Took.
"Pardon me?" The Hobbit asked in confusion.
"Ax or sword? What's your weapon of choice?" Durin above.. Ademia nearly let out a laugh when she heard him ask Bilbo that. He's never held a weapon in his life that didn't involve eating. A dinner knife was his limit.
"Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.. but I fail to see why that's relevant." Young Baggins confessed just for the King in Exile to chuckle.
"Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer then a burglar." Thorin mused causing his wife in the back to almost feel that slight smile on his face. Everyone laughed at what he had said about the Hobbit though Ademia was taken back to what they had first met.
"What is she then? It's clear to me that she's no burglar."
"By the Gods, Thorin. Life has been gracious with you." Ademia finally let herself become known, following everyone into the dining room catching the ear of one that she meant to. Her King Under the Mountain.
Thorin's View
Was Durin playing tricks on him? Cruel, lonely tricks on his heart as he heard the siren voice that a slight raspy tone that belonged to his long wandered off wife. His Lycan Queen Under the Mountain. He turned around to saw the ruby haired beauty in the doorway with her emerald eyes shining. When he had last seen her, her hair wasn't as long as it is now. The curls were now to the lower part of her back in a single braid. Her body had seemed almost frozen in time if it wasn't for her matured bust and child baring hips.
His heart aches for him to embrace Ademia, breathing in her scent that he remembered to smell like roses and lavender. But, he couldn't just forgive her like nothing ever happened. Not like she never left.
"What is she doing here?" He let out in his gruff voice angry with his wife despite the strong urge to take her in his arms.
"Master Balin and I believed it to be wise for your Queen to join the company. It is only right for both a King and his Queen to take back their kingdom." Gandalf explained as his gray eyes stayed on the Lycan, taking in the smile that turned to a frown. Seeing that he was angry with her being there but, just that quick. Her temper flared as well.
"Whether you like it or not, Thorin. Erebor was my home too." Ademia told the Dwarf with her eyes like poison once again.
Green met gray with hard headedness from both a Lycan Queen and a Dwarf King.
"Fine, just stay out of my way."
Ademia's View
Those words cut into her heart quite deeply. He had changed so much over the years but, she could understand why. He probably felt betrayed.
"Gladly." Ademia spat out, brushing past him to sit with Fili and Kili in the back corner of the table. Leaning back against the wall, her emerald eyes almost glowed in the dim light from the anger and guilt that she was feeling at the moment as she took in some of the old Toby that Kili had gotten from her father. Just calmly listening to everyone ask Thorin how the meeting with the other Dwarf Lords went.
Dwalin had asked if Dain from the Iron Hills were with them and she remembered the old Dwarf. He never did like her because of what she was, saying that she wasn't fit to be the Queen of Erebor.
Hmm.. She can still recall the time when Dain first insulted her in Thorin's presence after they had married. It had to nearly take the whole army of King Thror to hold back his grandson from killing their long time ally.
Ademia snapped out of her trance when the boys spoke up.
"We may be few in number but we're fighters, all of us, to the last Dwarf!" Fili slammed his hand on the table to make his point. At that moment, she could see his Uncle in him. All serious but still had enough gentleness in him to be civil.
"And you forget, we have a Wizard in our company. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of Dragons in his time." Kili followed his brothers lead and of course, all eyes turned to her father. Everyone began to ask him how many he had killed and when he stalled by coughing on his pipe, everyone went into an uproar. Poor Bilbo again, was trying to quietly get everyone to stop before anything was broken.
Obviously remembering the times in the Throne room when everyone would be yelling at once, Thorin would motion for Ademia to howl to quiet the room because his gray eyes looked down the table at her and she just smirked and waved at the other Dwarves as if saying. They are all yours.
"ENOUGH!" Thorin shouted in Dwarvish, raising to his feet at the head of the table causing every Dwarf to shut their mouths and sit out of respect for their King. The hair on the back of her neck stood up out of excitement, fear and love. Odd combination but he brought these things out in her.
"If we have read these signs, do you not think that others will have read them too? Rumors have began to spread. The Dragon, Smaug, has not been seen for sixty years." That is when she notices the look on her father's face. A look that she always connects with him not wanting something to be known.
"Eyes look East to the Mountain. Wonder, weighting the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?" Such a passion filled speech came from the King Under the Mountain as his company cheered, agreeing to reclaiming Erebor.
'Thror would have been so proud.' Ademia's heart swelled at the thought of the old King. Even when he was grooming Thrain to be King, he was doing the same with his eldest grandson just as she and Dis were groomed to be Queens one day, by the Queen before the attack.
And of course, whenever things are going well and good, something must break the mood. This time, surprisingly, it was Balin.
"You forget, the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain." My poor Thorin.. That thought run through her mind, seeing that her husband was cast fallen now as he sat back into his chair.
A growl wanted to escape from the Lycan but it never was released because Gandalf had spoken with a twinkle in his eyes as a iron key appeared in his hand. One that she had remembered Thrain tucking into his tunic the day of the attack. And he did reveal to Thorin that Thrain indeed gave it to him, possibly after the battle of Moria. He was passing it onto him. Bilbo looked on from the doorway, poking his head up to get a good look at the key over the Dwarf King's shoulder.
"If there's a key, there must be a door." Fili mused, catching on very quickly and everyone listened to her father when he said that there was a hidden passageway leading to the lower halls of the kingdom.
"There's another way in." Kili was grinning like a bloody idiot at this point and Ademia was loving every moment of it.
Soo sorry for the wait! 3
Well, it's obvious to see that the reunion did not go as well as planned. Then again, try leaving your husband during a battle. That will NEVER end on good terms.
Everyone like it so far? I hope so because I'm doing my best to balence updating my stories and my job.
Speaking of updating, I'm going to work on the next chapter for this fic soon but my Game of Thrones fic totally needs some love right now so that one comes first! LOL
Until next time, Halflings!
