Returning Home Chapter 5- Thorin Oakenshield x OC
Thorin Oakenshield x Bellarose Baggins
Description: The Company is chased into a cave by Wargs and Orcs, where they come upon a beautiful and infamous valley.
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Bellarose followed Gandalf into a large cave along with the rest of the Company. She couldn’t even hide her awe as she looked around. It was full of all sorts of treasures and what looked like Elvish weapons. Of course, her awe was quickly replaced with revulsion when she got a smell of the place.
“Oh, what is that stench?” Nori exclaimed, sounding as disgusted as Bellarose felt.
“It’s a troll hoard,” Gandalf responded simply. “Be careful what you touch.” The girl groaned and covered her mouth with the crook of her elbow. The Dwarves behind her coughed and retched at the stench, though they quickly got over it when they saw the sheer amount of gold that lay in the cave.
The girl found herself wandering deeper into the cave, only faintly listening to Bofur talk about how it’d be a shame to leave all that gold lying around. It was still a bit dark in the cave despite it being daytime so she had to rely on the sunlight that managed to bleed in as well as Gandalf’s staff, which was now glowing blue at the top. She continued to look around in wonder until she tripped over something. Thankfully Thorin, who was just a few feet away from her, was quick to grab her, helping her regain her balance.
“Thank you,” she muttered with a small smile, earning a nod in response before her attention was on whatever it was that tripped her up. It looked to be some sort of large dagger (though to her it was big enough to be a sword for her) covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. She picked it up and carefully pulled the cobwebs off. After using her skirt to remove the dust she was met with gold. No, literally. The intricately carved handle was made out of pure gold with what looked to be emerald detailing up until the hilt, where the slightly curved blade was made of silver. The girl was in awe of the complex yet gorgeous design of it. After pressing her finger against the blade (only lightly) she decided that it was a good weapon. It just needed a little buffing.
“You should take that one,” she heard Thorin say behind her. She turned to see him staring at the dagger.
“You think so?” She asked hopefully, earning a nod from the Dwarf.
“It suits you.”
“Because it’s as pretty as me?” She joked. Thorin didn’t answer verbally, but the smile that appeared on his face was enough to make her blush.
“This blade wasn’t made by any troll,” she mentioned in order to redirect the conversation. “Yours either.” She gestured to the sword in his hand.
“Nor were they made by any smith among Men,” Gandalf agreed, appearing beside the duo out of nowhere as he drew his own sword out of its sheath a few inches. “These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age, even your dagger, Bella.” While Bellarose gasped in awe Thorin looked disgusted. He began to set his sword down, but stopped when Gandalf continued.
“You could not wish for a finer blade.” The Dwarf reluctantly stopped, instead strapping the sheath to his belt before facing the Hobbit girl.
“Come on, let’s get out of this foul place,” he instructed, beginning to lead her out before calling out to the others. “Come on, let’s go. Bofur! Gloin! Nori!” Everyone followed him outside obediently. Once they were outside Bellarose looked down at her sword, not quite knowing what to do with it.
“Here,” Thorin said, taking the sword from her. “Strap it to your side so it’s easy to reach.” He tied the strap of the sheath to the tie of Bellarose’s herb bag. The girl remained perfectly still as his fingers brushed against her side, and she had to turn away to hide her reddening cheeks.
“Thank you,” she muttered softly, earning a smile from him before Thorin suddenly looked around in alarm.
“Something’s coming!” In an instant everyone was on their guards.
“Stay together!” Gandalf demanded, walking up to them hurriedly. “Hurry now. Arm yourselves.” Bellarose unsheathed her sword clumsily and held it up, though she was pushed behind Thorin, who stood in front of her protectively.
“Thieves! Fire! Murder!” An odd looking man yelled as stopped short in front of the Company. He stood on a rabbit drawn sled with a wild look in his eyes. Everyone stared at him in shock, with him staring back, before Gandalf spoke.
“Radagast,” the Wizard exclaimed, sounding relieved. “Radagast the Brown. Ah, what are you doing here?”
“I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something’s wrong. Something’s terribly wrong,” the Brown Wizard spoke urgently.
“Yes?” Radagast opened his mouth to speak, then shut it. He did it another time, then huffed in frustration.
“Oh, just give me a minute. Um, oh, I had a thought, and now I’ve lost it. It was, it was right there, on the tip of my tongue,” he paused, looking surprised. “Oh, it’s not a thought at all; it’s a silly old…stick insect!” He stuck his tongue out, revealing a stick insect that Gandalf carefully picked up. Bellarose stared at him in bewilderment in concern, sharing a confused look with Thorin. She watched them walk a few paces away and begin talking quietly.
“Are all Wizards that…odd? Or are Gandalf and Radagast just special?” She questioned, earning a laugh from several Dwarves. The Company sat in silence as they waited for the Wizards to finish their conversation. That is, until they heard a distant howl.
“Was that a wolf?” Bilbo questioned anxiously. “Are there- are there wolves out there?”
“Wolves?” Bofur repeated. “No, that is not a wolf.”
A creature suddenly appeared and jumped in the middle of the Company. Bellarose let out a surprised scream as it snapped at her, but it was quickly taken down by Thorin using his new sword. Another creature wasn’t far behind it, though, though it attacked from the other side of the Company. Kili shot it, bringing it down. However it didn’t stay down for long and prepared for attack. Bellarose attacked without thinking, bringing her sword down and beheading it with a single swing. It fell to the ground lifelessly while the Company watched.
“I see our lessons have been working,” Fili laughed, patting her back. She merely smiled at him before facing Thorin when he spoke.
“Warg-Scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind.”
“Orc pack?” Bilbo repeated fearfully.
“Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?” Gandalf inquired firmly as he walked over to the leader.
“No one.”
“Who did you tell!”
“No one, I swear,” he repeated angrily. “What in Durin’s name is going on?”
“You are being hunted,” the Wizard answered, making Bellarose’s eyes widen.
“We have to get out of here,” Dwalin said.
“We can’t!” Cried Ori. “We have no ponies; they bolted.”
“I’ll draw them off,” Radagast offered.
“These are Gundabad Wargs,” Gandalf protested. “They will outrun you.”
“These are Rhosgobel Rabbits,” retorted the Brown Wizard with a mischievous grin. “I’d like to see them try.” With that, he hopped back onto his sled and rode off, whooping and laughing wildly once he was out of the forest.
“After me,” Gandalf instructed, running through the woods to another part of the treeline with the Company following. They stopped behind a large rock in a large rocky plain, waiting for Radagast and the Wargs chasing him to disappear in the distance.
“Come on!” The Company ran across the plain, rushing to hide behind another large rock when they saw Wargs not too far from them. Once the creatures looked away Gandalf looked at the Company.
“Stay together.”
“Move!” Yelled Thoin. The others did as he said and the chase continued with them stopping to hide behind rocks every so often so they weren’t spotted. Bellarose did her best to keep up, though she found herself falling short every so often. Thankfully one of the Dwarves or even her brother kept a grip on her hand, forcing her to keep up. Her legs and lungs were burning as they stopped behind yet another outcropping of rock.
She heard a scraping sound then looked up just in time to see an Orc scout atop a Warg standing on top of the outcropping. She got Thorin’s attention and pointed up as the Orc smelled the air. Thorin looked at Kili and nodded. The younger Dwarf took his cue and readied an arrow before stepping out and shooting the Warg. The Warg and the Orc on it fell near them, and the Dwarves wasted no time in finishing them off.
“Move. Run!” Gandalf instructed, having heard something that the rest of the Company didn't hear over the sound of their attack. The Company ran through the grassy plain, then Wargs began to surround them from all sides until they were finally forced to come to a halt when the Wargs closed in on them.
“There they are!”
“There’s more coming!”
“Kili! Shoot them!” Kili did as he said, though he was making slow progress.
“We’re surrounded!” Fili exclaimed.
“Where is Gandalf?” Bellarose cried upon realizing the Wizard was no longer with them.
“He has abandoned us!” Dwalin yelled angrily. The Dwarves gathered close around the girl and her brother near a large rock. Thorin pulled out his sword, and looked around as the Wargs grew closer.
“Hold your ground!”
“This way, you fools!” Gandalf suddenly yelled from behind them, making them turn around. The Wizard had popped up from a crack in the rock.
“Come on, move!” Thorin demanded urgently, pushing several other members towards the rock. “Quickly, all of you! Go, go, go!”
The Dwarves (and Hobbits) ran to the rock and slid down, landing in what appeared to be a cave. As they slid down Gandalf counted until Thorin and Kili, being the last ones down, finally landed. As they stood up a horn suddenly sounded, making Bellarose perk up. Everyone remained silent as they listened to what sounded like an attack, though on whom they couldn’t tell exactly. Then one of the Orcs fell down into the cave with an arrow sticking out of it. Thorin plucked out the arrow and examined it.
“Elves,” he grumbled.
“I cannot see where this pathway leads,” Dalin called, looking down a path at the other end of the cave. “Do we follow it or no?”
“Follow it, of course!” Bofur exclaimed, leading the rest of the Company to follow Dwalin down the unknown path.
“I think that would be wise,” Gandalf agreed. The relief in his tone made Bellarose suspicious of his intentions, but she followed Fili and Kili anyway. The path was quite narrow, having only been a crack between two tall cliffs. The Dwarves had difficulty getting through, which forced Bellarose to give them a push or pull as she was small enough.
Eventually the path opened out into a large open area. Below that was a huge valley, much larger than Bellarose had ever seen before. The Hobbit girl couldn’t even attempt to hold back her awed gasp as she looked over to gorgeous land.
“The Valley of Imladris,” Gandalf announced. “In the Common Tongue, it’s known by another name.”
“Rivendell,” Bellarose breathed out in amazement, earning a nod from the Wizard.
“Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea.”
“So this was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy,” Thorin muttered in a low voice.
“You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield,” Gandalf responded indignantly. “The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself.”
“You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us.”
“Of course they will,” the Wizard retorted simply. “But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me.” With that, he continued his walk further into the valley, and the Company reluctantly followed. Except for Bellarose, who continued to look around in awe as she walked.
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