《The Rebel (Thorin x OC)》It's Second Nature
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Author's Note: Hello! I decided to update more due to having been sad yesterday after finding out my favorite actor, Leonard Nimoy, passed away. It's not Hobbit related, but it affected my writing and my day. This is another short chapter, but I assure I will update soon. Any grammar errors that I overlooked I am sorry, I still hope that this chapter is easy to read.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or any of the characters or the story line! All rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson! Only character that belongs to me is Bellethiel!
Through the night I listened and watched as orcs on their wargs from across the cliff paced back and forth, watching our camp site until disappearing before the sun was supposed to rise. And while I took watch over the camp, there were still dwarves Thorin had assigned to take watch as well.
Around the time the sun was supposed to rise, gray clouds decided to move quickly to block out the sun. I noticed Bifur had begun to wake the rest of the company for he was the dwarf who was assigned the duty of keeping watch over the camp. I jumped out of my place in the tree and landed besides Gandalf, who was snoring away.
"Gandalf...it is time to get up." I called, bending down to place a hand on his shoulder, shaking him a bit.
"Is it morning already?" Gandalf questioned, waking from his sleep.
"The sun is being blocked by gray clouds...I say that it will start to rain the moment we leave." I stated, holding out my hand to help the old wizard to his feet.
While the dwarves and Bilbo ate their breakfast quietly, Gandalf and myself had started to plan our path toward The Lonely Mountains away from the ears of the company.
"We have no other choice Bellethiel...we have to head to Imladris..." Gandalf mumbled quietly.
"Is there not others who can read that map?" I questioned sadly. "I would like to avoid any place where elves call home..."
"I know of no other, aside from Lord Elrond, who will know how to read this map." Gandalf argued. "Why would you want to avoid Imladris of all places?"
"You now my reasons!" I shot back quickly, making sure the dwarves were still occupied. "There must be someone on Middle-Earth that can read that map, aside from taking that map to Lord Elrond. And even if I wanted to go, would Thorin go willingly seek advice from elves?"
"I see no other way Bellethiel, if we cannot read this map and find that door, then well will have ventured for nothing." Gandalf stated. "You want to help these dwarves, I can see it, and the only way is by going to Lord Elrond. Have him read the map so they can reclaim their homeland."
"Gandalf!"
Both of us looked toward the company and noticed that during our quiet conversation, the company had packed up camp and saddled their ponies, mounted and ready to depart.
"Let us leave!" Thorin commanded, urging his pony forward.
I untied Beinion and lifted myself up with ease, prepared to ride along side Bilbo for this part of the journey.
"If we can avoid it Gandalf, I would avoid it." I mumbled before following him on the path. "And if it is the only way...then so be it."
As we started to move on, drops of rain had started to fall from the sky, proving my assumption correct. And what started as a merry trot by the dwarves, their spirits high with laughter filling the air, soon took a turn for the worse as the rain had started to fall heavily in large drops.
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All of us rode in silence, myself beside Bilbo, our spirits dwindling and our tolerance level lessening as some of the older dwarves becoming irritable.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Bilbo shiver violently beside me and I took notice to the missing cloak he should be wearing for this type of weather.
"Bilbo, why are you not wearing your cloak?" I asked him curiously.
"Because I rushed to pack my things...I left not only my handkerchief behind as you well know, but my cloak as well." Bilbo grumbled, a permanent scowl on his face.
I looked sadly down at the Hobbit who slumped lower in his saddle, shivering a bit and completely drenched in the falling water. I untied my cloak and quickly flung it over the hobbits shoulder, careful not to get the dry parts drenched, and pulled the cloak over his head.
He swiftly turned his head in my direction, his eyes wide with surprise and I shook my head down at him.
"It may not be much Bilbo, since you were already wet to begin with, but at least it is keeping the water off you now." I smiled, already completely drenched from the rain.
"What about you Miss Bellethiel?" Bilbo questioned.
"A little water never hurt anyone!" I assured, dismissing him with a wave of my hand.
"Thank you Miss Bellethiel." Bilbo called over the rain.
"Belle...will be fine if it would make things easy for you." I smiled, relishing in the feel of the cold water against my skin.
"Hey, Mister Gandalf!" Dori called. "Can't you do something about this deluge?"
"It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wished to change the weather of the world you should find yourself another wizard." Gandalf shot back, just as irritable due to the weather.
"Are there any?" Bilbo called to Gandalf. "Other wizards."
"There are five of us, the greatest of our order is Saruman the White. Then there are other two blue wizards, you know I've quite forgotten their names." Gandalf answered, pondering a bit.
Subconsciously, I took out a blanket from my side pack and draped it over Balin, who I took notice when I had glanced back a while ago, was drenched as well with no hood pulled over his head.
"Thank you lass." Balin breathed out, surprised at my gesture as I rode forward to pull up alongside Bilbo.
"And who is the fifth?" Bilbo asked, huddling further into my cloak.
"Well, that would be Radagast, the Brown." Gandalf replied, smiling back.
"Is he a great wizard? Or is he...more like you." Bilbo questioned.
"I think he's a very great wizard, in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the East. And a good thing too, for always evil will look to find a foot hole in this world." Gandalf answered.
"Have you met any of these other wizards?" Bilbo asked curiously, looking up to me.
"I have met Alatar and Pallando a long while ago, kind and quiet wizards, but always kept to themselves. Radagast...I have met from time to time, I liked the wizard, though he always seemed a bit strange every time I visited." I commented, leaning down toward Bilbo to whisper quietly to him. "Much stranger than Gandalf if you can believe that."
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We had trekked on for a few miles more, the rain continuing to fall as hard as ever with no sign of stopping, until a small ray of sun peaked through the clouds. The rain had stopped, and the mood of the company had lightened the brighter the sun shone through the branches of the trees.
We had stopped by a riverbed for a short rest around mid afternoon, some of the company drying in the sun while few of us tried to plan a way to cross the restless river.
"It's not too deep...but the current is strong." I evaluated, bending close to the river's edge. "Though...one wrong step, a slip, and we would get swept away with the current."
Gandalf, Thorin and Dwalin stood together when I had returned to their little group.
"We should find another way Gandalf...or at least wait until the river calms before we decide to cross." I said, glancing back at the others who had draped their cloaks over branches to dry in the wind.
"We have no time for that." Thorin pushed, dismissing my advice. "We have a long journey, I don't want to make it any longer."
"But if anyone in the company was to slip, they will be swept away by the river." I called to him as he made his way back to the company, Dwalin sending me a glare before following Thorin.
"Then we will be very careful where we step." Thorin grumbled leaving Gandalf and myself behind.
"As I have said...Thorin will not accept my advice, what makes you think he will willingly seek out the advice of another elf." I mumbled, taking a glance back at the waters, before walking side by side with Gandalf back to the company. "I do not see this turning out well Gandalf..."
"Dwarves...stubborn till the end." Gandalf chuckled.
"The pony!"
One of the smaller ponies that was tethered to a tree had gotten loose, spooked by reasons unknown, and headed straight for the water.
"Get him before he reaches the water!"
The dwarves had quickly scrambled to their feet, running to catch up with the pony. I stepped away from Gandalf and quickly blocked the way of the frightened pony, holding up my hands in an attempt to calm the beast.
"Easy...easy." I soothed, slowly taking small steps towards the frightened creature.
Her ears were pinned back, head held high, its posture tense and ready to flee at any sudden movement. I reached out my hand slowly, gauging the reaction of the pony before making anymore moves, trying to reach for its reigns.
But the noise the dwarves created caused the pony's ears to flick and swivel before taking off around me before I could grasp the leather reigns, slipping inches from my fingers.
The pony had come to a sudden halt at the edge of the river, not going any further and swiftly turned around...the earth crumbling beneath its hooves causing the beast to fall into the river.
Before I could even react, Fili had dived into the water making his way to the pony attempting to keep his head above the thrashing water. It was only when Fili got a hold of the pony did I notice rope attached to his mid section that at the other end was his brother Kili.
The rope was not the best quality however...for it had snapped due to the sudden weight.
"Fili!" Kili called out in a panic, about to dive into the water to reach his brother.
"Think before you react!" I yelled, taking a grip of his collar and pulling him back. "If you just dive in you both will drown!"
I whistled loudly as Beinion responded quickly, running past the dwarves to halt by my side. I reached down and gripped the fabric of Kili's clothes and yanked him onto Beinion to sit in front of me.
"Follow them Beinion, quickly!" I urged, kicking the sides of Beinion, who shot off to follow the dwarf and the pony that was being carried by the current.
"Hold on Fili!" Kili yelled out in a panic as he saw his brother attempt to come up for air, only to be dragged down.
By the time we were riding along side the two, I took a rope from my pack and tied it around my waist, attaching the other end to Beinion's saddle.
"All you have to do Kili is hold on to the reigns and Beinion will do the rest." I whispered to the dark-haired dwarf, slowly getting to my feet to prepare to dive into the water. "Once I get a hold of your brother...forcefully pull on the reigns."
Without listening for Kili's response, I dove into the water, a bit in shock due to the temperature. I broke the surface of the water and calmly searched for the dwarf and the pony before swimming in their direction. I followed the current and quickly took a hold of the blond dwarfs waist.
"Pull the reigns!" I yelled as I felt the rope go taut around my waist and our movement down the bank ceased.
I took my free hand and wrapped it around the rope, as I looked down to Fili who started to breathe steadily, his right hand tangled in the ponies reigns.
"Are you okay..." I asked, looking back toward the edge to see that Thorin and Dwalin had reached Beinion to aid in pulling the rope and us back onto land, the rest of the company breathing out a sigh of relief the moment they reached us.
"Exhausted..." Fili mumbled, gripping tightly onto the reigns of the pony. "fighting for air while holding onto a restless pony..."
"You could have drowned trying to save that pony, what would that have done to your brother." I lectured not bothering to glance down at the dwarf in my arms. "I will admit...it was brave of you, though I suggest using a better rope when you plan to do something like that again." I suggested, as I tightened my grip on both the dwarf and the rope.
Fili gave a low chuckle before I pulled Fili forward and assisted both he and the pony onto dry land before hauling myself up, flopping down onto the grass.
"Fili!" Kili called in relief at seeing his brother safe, his feet crunching onto the ground as I heard a grunt come from Fili. "Thank Mahal you are safe!"
I heard laughter as I just rested on my back, the sun on my face, as I tried to calm my beating heart. A heavy weight fell on top of me, catching me off guard and jostling me from my rest.
"Thank you so much for saving my brother..." Kili whispered before the weight disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Belle?"
I opened my eyes just a crack to see Bilbo leaning over me, worried and concerned etched on his face.
"Thank goodness you are alright!" Bilbo squeaked in concern. "Such a frightful situation! You are alright aren't you?"
"I will be fine Bilbo, I have been in worse situation then a unsettled river." I said, standing up slowly and wringing out my tunic.
"Bellethiel!" Gandalf called in relief, enveloping me in a gentle hug. "I was a bit worried we had lost you and Fili."
"Kili would have been devastated if he lost his brother..." I said sadly, looking in the direction the two brothers sat, seeing them laugh in relief. "It is a feeling I would not wish on anyone..."
"Bellethiel..." Gandalf breathed out sadly, concern laced in his voice until I turned toward Thorin.
"As I have said before, we should find another way around if you want to reach the Lonely Mountain in time..." I called out.
Thorin only nodded before walking over to the two happy dwarves, embracing the two before walking away back in the direction we had come from.
"You were very brave Miss Bellethiel. You kept calm without panicking when Fili fell into the river, and thus saving the life of the future heir to the throne." Ori commented, deciding to walk beside me and go against his brother's warning, fiddling with the book he clutched tightly in his hand. "Maybe now the company will stop being so mean just because you are an elf."
"I did not do it to stop the talking amongst the company, hearing negative stuff about my people does not bother me." I stated, my eyes set on the path ahead. "I acted...because it is second nature to help someone in need."
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's sort of a filler, but almost losing a pony and Fili and Kili almost drowning was in the book so I thought I'd add that. If you like where this story is going (even if there is only 5 chapters so far) then please share, follow, comment and vote (still not sure what that's supposed to do)!
Love you readers a bunch! Enjoy!
-S.O
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