Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story! It makes me happy! So this chapter (and Thorin) is inspired by that video and I tried to have him stay in character...well...tried to haha. Any grammar mistakes that you see I apologize, I read this over countless of times and I may have overlooked them. So, I still hope you enjoy this chapter and it's easy to read, ENJOY!

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We had been staying at our lodgings for quite some time. Weeks had passed and the company was close to being at full strength, I had overheard that tonight would be our last night here, for Thorin had gone to the Master and asked for a boat to take us across the waters and to the mountain.

Today was a day of rest for the company, no training, no preparation, and no worries. The last day to enjoy the peace and quiet for we did not know what awaited us when we reach Erebor.

On this particular day, I decided to walk around Lake-Town, exploring a village I had visited every so often during its prime while I was a Captain in Greenwood. And though it was a day of rest, my mind was plagued by nightmares.

"Reclaiming the mountain...will come at a price." Tirananniel's voice echoed in my mind. "This is set in stone I'm afraid...the direct line of Durin will never sit on that throne."

Flashes of Fili and Kili being struck by arrow after arrow, and Thorin with his head on my lap...blood gushing from the wound through his abdomen caused me to halt in place.

'Thorin...' I thought sadly, averting my gaze to the ground as flashes of the vision surfaced.

I saw myself standing in the great hall of Erebor. Elves and dwarves standing in their finest clothing. Three altars stood in the middle, and on top the altars lay Thorin, Fili and Kili...dressed in clothes fit for royalty. Eyes closed, motionless, pale, and peacefully sleeping. I stood closest to Thorin's altar along with the company beside me, their heads lowered and tears in some of their eyes.

I had knelt in front of Thorin's altar, tears falling from my eyes and I had placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Guren níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenitham. (My heart shall weep until I see you again)." I repeated, remembering what I had said in the vision. "I will always love you, Mell nín (My beloved)."

I shook my head, hoping to banish the images from my mind.

'It cannot be set in stone...' I thought, gritting my teeth. 'I will not accept it...'

Even though it was supposed to be a time of peace...I could not find rest. The closer I got to Thorin the more I began to think of the vision Tirananniel had shown me. I would always see such destruction and I could not keep the vision at away...and it hurt every time I saw Thorin lay motionless on that altar.

'Thorin...' I thought, starting to walk once more and I took a sideways glance to the mountain. 'I will do everything in my power to make sure you and your kin will sit on that mountain for years to come.'

"Get out of the way!" Some one yelled out.

I was about to turn the corner of a house until I saw a group of guards barge past, pushing some of the villagers aside. I took a step back and hid in the shadows under one of the houses I was passing. I watched carefully as the guards were flanked all around the Master and Alfrid.

"Tomorrow we will be rid of those pesky dwarves and their elven company." Alfrid scoffed.

"I had given them food, armor, weapons, medicine, and everything under the sun!" The Master complained, letting out an angry huff. "They've eaten so much food and overstayed their welcome! You know what I gained? Nothing, I've lost money instead of gaining it!"

"Don't worry sire." Alfrid comforted. "Think of it this way you handled it perfectly, your popularity's never been so high...the entire town twittering your name."

The Master smirked proudly.

"Yes. It was rather clever." The Master took out a handkerchief and coughed into it. "Either our little friends return triumphant, in which case...I stand to make a pretty penny."

The Master smiled back to Alfrid, as I glared dangerously...now confirming their true intention.

"Or old Smaug dines on dwarf, and elves, for a day or two. The important thing is that they will soon be off our hands." The Master said, now walking away toward his well built house.

'You would stand to make a pretty penny?' I thought, glaring in their direction, now stepping out from my hiding place. 'The greed of some men.'

"Bellethiel!"

I looked to where the voice had come from to see Tilda with a group of kids headed my way.

"Good morning Tilda." I smiled as the group of children came to crowd around me. "I am happy to see you in person before we take our leave. I wish to thank you and your sister for repairing our clothing."

"Good morning Bellethiel and it was our pleasure!" Tilda smiled cheerfully.

"Where is your sister?" I questioned curiously.

"She's at home with father and Bain." Tilda answered.

Something tugged on my pant legs behind me and I looked to see a younger boy smiling up at me in excitement.

"And who is this handsome young man." I smiled, bending down to scoop the young boy into my arms, placing him on my knee.

"These are my friends Thora, Astrid, Hulda." Tilda introduced pointing to the girls. "And that's Einar and his little brother Delling."

"Delling, a fine name." I praised the little boy. "Any reason you all are out so early?"

"Deciding on what to do." Astrid smiled. "Tilda told us of elves in Lake-Town and we were excited to see one in person."

Delling decided to tug at my ear, clearly fascinated by my pointed ones and I smiled down at the boy.

"Why don't you tell us a story Bellethiel." Tilda urged.

I looked at the young girl in confusion before the rest decided to ask for a story.

I sighed before smiling at the group of children.

"How about we head some place where we can all sit and not block the walkway." I suggested, standing back up with the young boy still in my arms. "We can sit at the steps of our lodgings."

I led the children back to our housing area, and once there I sat on the steps with Delling on my lap and the children sat in front of me.

"I am...not sure what story to tell." I thought, looking to Tilda for some assistance. "What do you purpose?"

"Adventure!" Einar called out.

"How about a romance story?" Hulda sighed happily.

"I do not think I know very much stories that are appropriate..." I mumbled, as I felt strands of my hair being tugged.

"No tragedy." Tilda suggested. "You can always make one up."

'Adventure...and romance maybe?' I thought before looking at the expecting faces of the children.

So I spun a tale, retelling the story of the 'Banished Warrior'...a thing of Legends as Gandalf had put it. The story of Valauthiel, the elf who was a strong warrior who served loyally under his King, until...he defied him, betrayed him for the sake of the dwarves of Erebor, helping them in their time of need. When he defied his King he was banished from his home and for a long time he had dedicated himself to protecting dwarves. He ventured all over Middle-earth to Rivendell, fighting goblins in the Misty Mountains, destroying packs of orcs and wargs on raids. How he rode on the back of the Great Eagles and met a skin changer who took on the form of a bear. Defeated spiders and once, faced the great serpents of the North. At some point...finding love along the way.

"A dragon!" Einur called out in surprise. "What are they like?"

"Terrifying creatures that you should never face alone." I replied to Einur who sat beside me.

"Have you met this Banished Warrior?" Astrid questioned.

"Once." I smiled.

"What's he like?" Hulda questioned. "Where is he now?"

"I bet he's very noble and honorable." Astrid sighed dreamily.

"Why would you say that?" I questioned curiously.

"He defied a King that turned his back on those that are in need. No King should do that, Kings should help their allies and his people. Valauthiel is more of a King then he was." Astrid stated proudly.

"How does his story end?" Tilda questioned. "You said he found love, is he living happily ever after now?"

"His story is...still unfinished." I stated, smiling. "I do not even think he has proclaimed his love yet, but when I do find out how his story ends...I will return tell you."

"I wanna be a strong warrior like Valauthiel!" Einur proclaimed, standing up and pretending to fight.

I laughed as Delling jumped from my lap and began jousting with his brother with imaginary swords.

"One day I will travel Middle-Earth and see the beautiful sights, slaying orcs and goblins!" Delling claimed.

"And I will join you dear brother!" Einur laughed.

"Hey! Let's play blindman's bluff!" Thora called out, jumping from where she sat.

"Blindman's bluff?" I questioned curiously as Tilda and Astrid pulled me up to my feet. "What is that?"

"You blindfold the person who is 'it' and then we spin them around, disorienting them while they try to catch those who are not 'it.' Those who are not, try to dodge the persons attempt at catching them." Tilda smiled. "You'll play won't you Bellethiel?"

"Well...how do you play?" I questioned.

"You've never played blindman's bluff before?" Astrid stepped back in shock.

"We did not play such games where I lived." I stated, scratching the back of my head.

"Bend down." Tilda smiled, holding up a long piece of cloth.

I bent down a bit to Tilda's level and was a bit taken back when she put the cloth over my eyes.

"Now as we have said we spin you around." Astrid instructed as the two girls began to spin me around several times over.

"Then you try to catch us!" Hulda giggled as I heard footsteps begin scampering away along with my name being called.

I went toward the area that I heard some of the kids go and I heard a slight giggle and reached out to tap one of the kids. I heard a defeated huff as I went around to find the rest of the children as they shouted my name, quickly catching all five of them.

"I am a bit at an advantage..." I mumbled lifting the cloth and pointed to my ears, smiling. "Maybe one of you kids should be 'it.'?"

For the rest of the day, I played with the children in front of our housing area, the same game of course and I had...fun. I laughed as the children suddenly began chasing me, the simple game of blindman's bluff turning into a gang up.

"Hello lass." The voice of Balin called out.

Balin and Thorin came toward the house just as Delling tackled me from behind and hung on as I smiled back at the boy.

"Have a nice day?" Balin questioned.

"A fun day." I smiled, reaching back to take Delling into my arms and stood up. "Did you just come back from talking with the Master?"

"Yes." Thorin answered, as he looked around me to see the children now huddled behind me clinging to my pant legs, nervously glancing at the dwarf...all except for Tilda. "Tomorrow, before the sun rises we will head for the mountain on a boat provided by the Master. We just had a short meeting for some last minute preparation."

"You're leaving?" Delling questioned sadly. "Already?"

I looked to Delling in my arms who was rested on my hip and smiled.

"We will see each other again." I smiled, placing him back on the ground. "It is getting late...you all should be headed home, I am sure your parents are worried about you."

The kids all began to leave headed in the same direction before Delling stopped and turned around.

"Bye Belle!" Delling smiled, waving along with his brother before Einur began pulling the little boy back.

"You're very good with kids." Balin commented, smiling as the kids vanished around a corner.

"I had to raise two boys, I still am raising two...three now counting Thenidiel." I smiled as I turned to head back to the house. "I better be good with kids."

"Aren't they a bit old to be considered kids?" Balin smiled.

"When they start acting their age, I will stop considering them kids." I replied. "Are the company already in the house?"

"I assume so, we're leaving early tomorrow. Hopefully they're taking it easy and not drinking so much." Thorin replied.

-That Night-

Again...I was left alone to my thoughts, this time in the dark.

After Thorin, Balin and myself entered the house we were greeted by a company of dwarves celebrating with drinks all around.

Dwalin, Gloin and Balamaethor having a drinking contest, which I should have advised Dwalin to never challenge an elf to a drinking competition. Beriohtarion speaking to Dori while Thenidiel sang and played a tune with Bofur to lighten the mood. It was a nice end to a peaceful day.

But now I was alone, having extinguished the candles to call it a night. The silence now my only friend while the whole town slept.

Why was I alone when there were three other elves that did not need sleep? I had ordered them to get a nights rest to prepare for the journey ahead.

'What can I do...to prevent the deaths of the Durin sons.' I contemplated, sighing sadly before pulling at a strand of my hair, growling in frustration. 'I have no plan...'

"Bellethiel?"

I turned my head to the direction of the stares to see the outline of Thorin.

"Could not sleep?" I questioned.

The outline of Thorin shook, his hair swaying a bit side to side before I reached over to light one of the candles near me. I patted the chair across from me as Thorin maneuvered his way to where I had motioned to. Plopping down hard and sighing sadly.

"What ails you my King?" I questioned.

"Nothing ails me Bellethiel..." Thorin mumbled. "Just that Balin and Dwalin seem to be interested in my personal affairs..."

I chuckled a bit and smiled at Thorin.

"Seems as though everyone has taken interests in what goes on between us." I smiled. "Thenidiel has spoken to me countless of times."

"My focus is on reclaiming the mountain...but other thoughts seem to cloud my mind." Thorin replied honestly. "I do not know where to go with it...or how to deal with it..."

"I have no experience in this category, none at all except for the information my siblings told me and what I saw between others." I smiled. "Though they were no help most of the time."

Thorin smiled slightly as he lifted his head, his eyes staring straight at me, holding my own.

"There is no pressure Thorin." I assured. "Your attention is on the mountain, I do not expect much."

There was silence between us and I took the time to admire the dwarf in front of me. Though I was used to seeing him in armor and his thick clothing he still looked good...for a dwarf. The strands of gray streaked and mixed into his black hair. Taking a long time to appreciate the color of his eyes, in some lighting it would look green...while in others it took on a blue hue.

The longer I admired, the more nervous I got at what I was about to say next...I could feel my cheeks heat up and my heart thump hard against my chest.

"I never said it out right...straight to you at least..." I said, interrupting the silence. "you've only heard it while I was having a conversation with my niece, but I care about you Thorin."

Whatever he was thinking, he was now snapped out of his thoughts and glanced up at me in shock.

"More then I should, I suppose it started back in Rivendell." I averted my eyes, blushing and smiling fondly. "Maybe even before that...Thenidiel would probably say love."

More silence and I began to shuffle a bit, nervous still even though I knew Thorin felt the same.

"I just thought you should know, and hear me telling you instead of knowing through a conversation between myself and my niece." I mumbled, now a bit embarrassed.

I sighed before placing a hand over my face.

'I feel absolutely ridiculous...' I thought, scolding myself. 'it seemed so much easier when Anameleth and Voronwë explained how they confessed their feelings to the person they cared about...what in Eru's name was I thinking...'

In my slight scolding...I did not notice Thorin had gotten up from his chair and stood in front of me until a hand took a hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away from my face.

Since I was sitting and Thorin was standing, I had to look up at Thorin slightly...curious as to what he was doing.

His face leaned close and before I knew it I felt something pressed to my lips taking me by surprise. Soft and smooth was how I would describe what I felt...and Thorin was so close that I could smell his scent...it was intoxicating...addicting.

My thoughts were...jumbled, I forgot what I was thinking about for a second and before I could register what exactly was happening the pressure was gone. Thorin stepped back with a slight smirk on his face as I just sat there with my mouth slightly opened.

"You ordered your family to rest, so now I am ordering the same." Thorin said, smiling at my expression. "Good night Bellethiel."

I just watched as Thorin blew the candle out and made his way back towards the stairs to head to his room.

I reached up and touched my lips, now possibly smiling like a fool and as I recalled what happened (if possible) my heart hammered harder in my chest.

"You have fallen hard..." I mumbled, smiling as I relaxed into my seat.

The sound of the front door caught my ears though snapping me of my euphoria, the sound followed by a pair of footsteps.

'One person?' I thought listening quietly. 'No...two. There are two of them...and they are being very quiet...'

I slowly took out my short sword and waited until I heard them creep closer to me. I jumped up from the chair I sat in and lashed out at the unsuspecting intruder. I heard my short sword clash with another, and I grabbed a hold of the persons wrist and flung them toward my chair, hearing glass shatter loudly to the ground.