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Star of the Mountain Masterlist

Summary: There were few people that Thorin Oakenshield trusted. He trusted his kin, but that was it. After losing the Lonely Mountain, the dwarves of Erebor were looked down upon by many races of Middle Earth, and elves had a special place of distrust in Thorin's mind. Except...

Oreliell and her sister are wanderers, traveling across the vastness of Middle Earth, surviving in the wilds and helping those that need it. Then, one day, they stumble upon a company of thirteen dwarves, a wizard, and a halfling.

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

You can also read my book here on Wattpad!

Just a quick note before you begin:

anything translated in elvish is written with {xxx} around it

anything translated in khuzdul (dwarfish) is written with /xxx\ around it

anything translated in black speech is written with [xxx] around it

Part 1: The Unexpected Journey [Preview]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

Part 2: The Desolation of Smaug [Preview]

Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19

Part 3: Battle of the Five Armies [Preview]

Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 - Chapter 25 - Chapter 26 - Chapter 27 - Chapter 28 - Chapter 29 - Chapter 30

Part 4 [preview]

Chapter 31 - Chapter 32 - Chapter 33 - Chapter 34 - Chapter 35 - Chapter 36 - Chapter 37 - Chapter 38 - Chapter 39 - Chapter 40 - Chapter 41 - Chapter 42 - Chapter 43 - Chapter 44

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delicatenightfury · 1 year

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Star of the Mountain: Chapter 1

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

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Masterlist - Next Chapter

Thorin looked around at his company. They had chosen to rest for the evening by an abandoned, crumbling farmhouse. Gandalf had been opposed to the location and took off shortly after they started making camp. Thorin scowled at his stew. The wizard had suggested moving on and heading for the Hidden Valley. The very thought made Thorin’s blood boil. What help had elves been to Thorin and his people? In their times of need, the elves turned their backs. They refused to offer any sort of aid to their neighbors. Thorin’s hand gripped his spoon tighter, remembering the moment the elves turned away.

Suddenly, Fili came bursting through the treeline.

“Trolls!” he gasped. “They’ve got some of the ponies.”

“I thought you were supposed to be watching them!” Gloin said.

“We were! They managed to get past us.”

“Where are they now?” Thorin asked, getting to his feet and grabbing his sword.

“We sent Bilbo after them,” Fili replied. “Kili’s tailing him just in case.”

Thorin shot a look at his nephew as the other dwarves quickly gathered their weapons.

“You sent the halfling after trolls?”

Fili paused and a sheepish smile crossed his face.

“Yes?”

Thorin rolled his eyes at his nephew for his careless actions.

“The burglar’s not going to last long,” Dwalin muttered.

“Lead the way. Quickly!”

The dwarves followed Fili into the woods. They passed the remaining ponies on the way, who didn’t seem phased by the dwarves’ behavior. Soon, they heard several voices coming from beyond the trees. They slowed their pace so they wouldn’t be heard approaching. Thorin spotted Kili near the edge of the trees, sword in hand.

“He wouldn’t make more than a mouthful,” one of the trolls said in a gruff tone. “Not when he’s skinned and boned!”

“Perhaps there’s more Burglar-Hobbits around these parts,” said another troll. “Might be enough for a pie.”

“Grab him!”

“He’s too quick!”

Thorin looked at his nephew once again. Fili and Kili were wise enough not to meet their uncle’s narrowed eyes.

“He’s been spotted,” Bofur muttered.

“Gotcha!” one of the trolls said.

“He’s been caught,” Thorin grumbled. “Into positions. Now.”

“Are there any more of you little fellas ‘hiding where you shouldn’t?” the troll asked.

“Nope,” Bilbo replied.

“He’s lying.”

“No I’m not!”

“Hold his toes over the fire. Make him squeal!”

Suddenly, Kili shot into the small clearing, slicing the heel of one of the trolls. Thorin cursed under his breath at his nephew’s impulsive action.

“Drop him!” Kili shouted.

“You what?” a troll said.

“I said, drop him.”

The troll growled in response and threw Bilbo at Kili, who had to drop his sword in order to catch the halfling. Thorin nodded to Dwalin and let out a battle cry, rushing into the small clearing. The company followed, swords raised and ready for battle. They moved quickly. Due to their smaller size, the dwarves were able to move around easier, making it hard for the trolls to grab them. They all worked together, trading around which trolls they were fighting while also watching each others backs.

Thorin paused when he realized that the trolls had stepped back. He looked toward them and felt his frustration rise.

“Bilbo!” Kili shouted.

“No!” Thorin managed to stop his nephew from racing forward again.

The trolls had Bilbo by his arms and legs. The halfling was barely able to move with the way he was being held. The dwarves held their weapons ready, but Thorin had little faith this would turn out favorably.

“Lay down your arms,” one troll said, “or we’ll rip his off.”

Thorin glared at the trolls for a moment before his eyes drifted to Bilbo. With a small growl, Thorin stuck his sword into the ground. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he didn’t really have a choice. The company followed his lead and threw their weapons to the ground.

Before they really knew what was happening, half of the dwarves were put in sacks and the other half were tied to a spit over the large fire. They had been stripped of their weapons and their outer layers of clothing. Everyone was shouting insults to the trolls and struggling against their bonds. Thorin was one of the more quiet ones, knowing that their shouting wasn’t going to do much other than annoy the trolls. He tried to ignore what was going on around him in favor of devising a plan to get them out.

“Wait!” Everyone looked toward Bilbo. “You are making a terrible mistake.”

“You can’t reason with them. They’re half-wits!”

“Half-wits? What does that make us?”

Thorin watched as Bilbo managed to get himself to his feet and turned toward the trolls.

“I meant with the, uh, with the seasoning.”

“What about the seasoning?” one of the trolls growled.

“Well have you smelt them?” Bilbo asked. “You’re going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up.”

Several dwarves voice their thoughts at the halfling’s words. Some were curses in Khuzdul while others called him a traitor.

“What do you know about cooking dwarf?” a second troll asked.

“Shut up and let the flurgaburburrahobbit talk.”

Bilbo smiled slightly before continuing.

“Uh, the- the secret to cooking dwarf is, um-”

“Yes? Come on.”

“It’s, uh-”

“Tell us the secret.”

“Yes- yes, I’m telling you. The secret is…” The dwarves looked at their burglar, anxious to hear what was going to come from his mouth. “...to skin them first!”

This time, Thorin voiced his objection with everyone else. The dwarves struggled harder against their bindings, hoping to escape the trolls and Bilbo’s madness.

“What a load of rubbish!” the second troll exclaimed. “I’ve eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff them, I say, boots and all.”

“‘e’s right!” the third troll said, grabbing Bombur and lifting him into the air. “Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf! Nice and crunchy!”

“Not- not that one! He’s infected!”

“You what?”

“Yeah. He’s got worms in his… tubes.”

The troll that had grabbed Bombur immediately dropped him, much to the misfortune of Kili and Oin. Thorin couldn’t help but wince.

“In fact they all have them. They’re infested with parasites. It’s a terrible business. I wouldn’t risk it, I really wouldn’t.”

The trolls exchanged looks while the dwarves started to shout at Bilbo again.

“Are all dwarves this dense?” a voice suddenly said from behind Thorin. Thorin’s head snapped back, searching for the source of the voice. He could have sworn he recognized it. He was about to speak when the person shushed him. “You lot are making this extremely difficult.”

“He’s going to get us killed,” Thorin hissed.

“He’s buying you time. Play along.”

Thorin looked back at the exasperated Bilbo before kicking Kili as hard as he could. The dwarves became silent for a brief moment, looking at Thorin. He kept his eyes on Bilbo with the slightest nod to make the dwarves understand.

“I’ve got parasites as big as my arm,” Oin said.

“Mine are the biggest parasites,” Kili shouted. “I’ve got huge parasites!”

“We’re riddled.”

“Yes, I’m riddled.”

“Yes we are. Badly.”

The trolls exchanged looks before glaring back at Bilbo.

“What would you have us do, then? Let ‘em all go?”

“Well…”

“You think I don’t know what you’re up to? This little ferret is taking us for fools!”

“Ferret?”

“Fools?”

“Well, you’re not that far off,” the voice behind Thorin said.

Suddenly, a figure leapt over the dwarves and attacked the trolls. The creatures shrieked in shock, trying to grab their attacker. Thorin tried to sit up to see better. One of the trolls squealed when the figure’s blade tore through its stomach. Just as another went to grab the assailant, a second figure dropped from the trees above, landing on its shoulders.

The troll cried out, reaching up to grab at the person. The newcomer pulled out a blade and stabbed it into the troll’s skull, twisting it with a sickening crunch. The two remaining trolls looked on in horror as the third fell dead to the ground. They looked quickly between the two mysterious figures, realizing that they were surrounded.

“Dawn will take you all!”

Gandalf appeared on top of a nearby rock, his voice booming over the area.

“Who’s that?” one troll muttered.

“No idea. Can we eat ‘im too?”

One of the figures chuckled and said, “I don’t think you’ll get the chance.”

Gandalf brought his staff down and the rock he was on split down the middle. Sunlight poured into the area, hitting the trolls. The creatures cried out in pain and tried to shield themselves. The company watched as their movements slowed and their bodies became encased in stone. Everyone stood frozen for a minute before the dwarves started cheering.

“Oh get your foot out of my back!” Dwalin grumbled from the spit.

Gandalf walked into the clearing and put out the fire. Thorin looked back at the two figures that had helped save them. One helped Gandalf with the dwarves on the spit while the other approached those on the ground.

“Well,” they said, pulling their hood off their head. “That was fun.”

“For you, maybe,” Oin said. “You weren’t the one about to be eaten!”

“Who are you, anyway?” Kili asked.

The woman smiled as she freed Bilbo from his sack.

“My name is Oreliell,” she said. “At your service.” She looked at the dwarf king and smirked slightly. “Good to see you again, Thorin.”

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