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Dwarven Desire (Thorin Oakenshield) : Chapter 8 : Return To Me

Thorin Oakenshield Story Thorin Oakenshield x OFC

Orcs.

They never ceased.

Bilbo Baggins' head popped up just over some rocks to scout them out.

He missed Jez so much.

He had not done this before and, because of her, never had to.

But now she was gone and he was the most quiet of them all....therefore delicagated to scouting.

Much to his dismay.

It was quite frightening to him but she was not there anymore to shield him from the world.

It was strange to him to realize how he, how all of them really, depending on her....and not really even knew it.

She'd been so discreet...so elegant and now the brutality of their quest was really catching up to them.

When the orcs and their wargs continued on Bilbo was relieved but he soon discovered why.

A great grunting growl came from his left and he looked with wide eyes at the source.

A great, gnarly bear who gave mighty roars.

Bilbo was terrified at the sight and hurried back down the hills through the rocky pathways towards the company to inform them that though they had evaded the orcs they had another problem on their hands.

Naturally, they were all distraught with the news of this great beast but Gandalf knew.

He always knew.

They made a run down the hill, across the grassy fields and through the forest to the house of Beaorn...the very beast they were running from.

But you see Beaorn was not a simple bear.

He was a skin changer.

At times an irrational, rage filled animal but other's a slightly tempermental man.

They took refuge in his home for a night and he provided them with ponies to race their way to the elven gate of Mirkwood.

None of them aware of the orc pack silently tracking them and waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

When they made it to the elven gate the let the ponies loose and the company was disappointed that Gandalf had to leave them again.

Thorin was angry....as usual.

He felt as if the cause was being abandoned and it sprouted mistrust and anger in him.

And although he was surrounded by the dwarves, Bilbo felt he was all alone.

Tears stung his eyes when he thought of Jez.

He knew she would always scout ahead and try to ward off any attacks.

Since her death, they were hunted constantly.

It was not something that hadn't went unnoticed by Thorin either.

At first, he was arrogant enough to think that they'd just been clever but he was wrong.

It had been her.

That mysterious woman had stayed one step ahead all the time to keep them as safe as she could manage and now that she was gone he was just realizing that.

He...he missed her.

It was a hard truth for him to accept but when Gandalf had questioned him on where she was...he was forced to break the news to the wizard.

Gandalf had been shocked and even disbelieving.

"Are you sure?" he had said. "Perhaps, she just slipped away to look ahead."

"She has been gone for far too long for that, Gandalf. She always returned to us by morning." Bilbo had said not willing to address the stinging in his eyes.

"We tried to catch her." Kili had offered with his wide, dark eyes.

"But she was gone before she even had a chance." Fili had said solemnly. "We're sorry."

Not much more was said on the matter because it wasn't the type of thing you did on these sort of missions.

Loss was inevitable and it was best just to move on no matter how painful it was.

Poor Ori.

The smitten lad mourned for her but tried to keep strong.

Everyone could see it and his brothers grew concerned for him...but he pressed on.

He remembered the strength in her golden eyes and held his head high.

She taught him not to be ashamed and to always be strong.

As the company made their way through the forest of Mirkwood the sickness of it set in on them.

It clouded their minds and soon they became lost.

The dwarves argued amongst themselves and when the air became to thick to breathe Bilbo scaled a tree thinking to himself how much slower he was at this than his fallen friend.

When his head cleared the trees he spotted the mountain....but then the abrupt movement in the trees was so odd...

And then they came.

Creeping.

Crawling.

Fast and quick.

Turning and churning and winding them up.

Pincers, mincers, legs galor.

Spiders.

Bilbo was brave and fought as best he could, distracting them when he could and attacking them with his dagger.

He cut the dwarves loose and though a spider came back to attack him he survived.

But things were never so simple.

More spiders closed in and the dwarves knew they wouldn't be able to fight them all off but they would be damned if they didn't try.

Then came the elves.

Beautiful and fair but there was something dark that lingered in those elves.

Something more feral and wild than their cousins of Rivendell.

In a way, they reminded Thorin on Jez.

In some ways they had a wild nature as she had.

The first that came, Thorin recognized for he was the spitting image of his father.

Legolas, son of Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm.

Thorin felt nothing but instant hatred for the young elf in front of him and he was sure it was a feeling that he'd been brought up to feel as well.

More spiders attacked and while one tried to drag Kili off to his death a red haired she elf came to his aid.

She slayed the spiders easily and all the while slightly emasculating poor Kili.

The elves searched the dwarves and stripped them of their weapons which were many and then were taken back to the kingdom of Mirkwood.

Winding, winding, winding they went through the tunnels only to be locked away in the dungeons like dogs.

All except one.

Thorin Oakenshield was taken before the King of Mirkwood.

Thranduil.

Perhaps, if he was smart Thorin would have taken the king's proposition.

However, dwarvish pride could be an ugly thing.

And worse was a wounded heart.

Many, many years ago when the dragon, Smaug, attacked Erebor the Elvish armies marched but when Thranduil saw what lay ahead he would not help them.

No, he saw what the greed of Thrain had summoned.

Thranduil had faced the great serpents of the North and suffered their wrath and he would  not subject his people to the same fate over a treasure that lay inside the mountain.

He had his reasons but the dwarves knew not of them and for years the rejection had hardened Thorin's heart.

So what he did was insult Thranduil which earned him nothing more than to be locked away in the dungeons like the rest.

"Stay here if you will and rot." Thranduil said as the guards took him away. "A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of the elf. I'm patient. I can wait."

Thorin hated Thranduil.

As time carried on many things came to pass.

The dwarves grew tired in their cells.

Kili spoke with the red haired she-elf, Tauriel, and in his heart he felt something for her.

Bilbo snuck around the kingdom with the help of ring and it was not long before he discovered keys and freed the dwarves.

But trouble was approaching as orcs closed in on the borders of Mirkwood.

Bilbo led the dwarves through Mirkwood the way that he came and it wasn't long before they were all in wine barrells that were thrust into the water thanks to a trap door.

All but Bilbo.

He'd forgotten to account for himself but into the water he went anyway.

The rushing water carried them all right out of Mirkwood.

Over waterfalls and into rushing rivers they went!

They were all soaked to the bone and nearly drowned but what choice did they have.

An alarm was sounded and they drew the gates!

A guard drew his sword to keep them from leaving before an arrow shot straight through his chest.

A horrible snarl followed and then came the disgusting face of an orc.

The beasts attacked!

Recognition shown in Kili's eyes and the young dwarf shot from his barrel towards the lever that released the gate but, Bolg, the wretched son of Azog drew back an arrow and aimed for the young dwarf.

It pierced his leg but before he could slay Kili he was shot down by Tauriel- the red haired she elf.

The elves retalitated against the orcs and with the provided distraction Kili pulled the lever opening the gate and jumped down into the barrel that his brother held for him.

It snapped the arrow off digging it even deeper into his leg.

The dwarves were thrust into the rushing water again all the while just desperately trying to survive from the wild, the orcs and the elves.

Orcs still pursued them for they all had a price on their heads.

The dwarves defended themselves the best that they could as they all tried not to drown.

Four orcs came down the side of a river stood ready to murder Thorin when a mighty roar sounded.

Shining black fur glinted in the light as the massive cat leapt and attacked the orcs biting their heads off as they did.

Then a sound.

Like leather slicing the air itself.

A whip.

Jezguli.

She lived.

At lightning speed she snapped the whip around her head wrapping it around throats as she did and pulling them clean off their shoulders.

Her long limbs were a blur as she fought fearlessly.

She stabbed and sliced at an astonishing rate before a rather large orc knocked her down.

He called her a name in the blackspeak that was the most degrading of them all but she paid it no mind.

She fought him furiously stabbing him in pure rage and in that rage she did not see another orc sneak up behind her.

He grabbed her by the throat and ripped her hooded wrappings off her head.

Thorin's heart stopped in his chest at the sight of her.

She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen in his life.

As furious as she was...she was incredible.

Silky black hair flew wildly.

Dark skin shone in the sunlight.

Bright golden eyes almost glowed with the adrenaline that pumped through them and pointed teeth behind full lips were bared in a feral state.

And ears that flashed through that ebony hair with pointed tips.

Thorin's heart sank to his stomach.

An elf.

Two golden orbs glowed with ferocity.

Anger .

Rage.

...Murder.

It was as if a switch had been flipped within Jezguli and suddenly she fought even more fiercely.

She jumped upon the elf who'd removed her shroud and got her hands between the hinges of his  jaws.

She pulled them in opposing directions until she'd ripped part of his head right off.

He dropped with a thud and a murderous glare took over her demeanor.

She moved with a darker, more feral and animalistic quality.

Orc after orc after orc she slayed trying to give the company the distraction it so desperately needed.

Soon the dwarf filled barrels were rushing out of Mirkwood.

"Zul!" she called out to the great black cat.

Their eyes connected and the cat was willed to leave her again through silent command.

"Find Gandalf." she simply said through their connection and the great cat took off at an astonishing speed to find the wizard.

The orcs fled from Mirkwood but she would not have any of that.

She killed as many as she could and out of the corner of her eye she saw one sneaking up on a red haired she elf.

Jezguli leapt through the air landing on the orc.

Her feet landed on his shoulders and she grabbed his head with her hands before pulling with all her might.

Off went his head and down went his body.

She landed gracefully and the she elf gave her a strange look.

Jezguli was a strange and different creature but she had just saved her life.

Behind her the young prince of Mirkwood accessed the dark elf and Tauriel for a moment before all three had to return to slaying orcs.

He caught a glimpse of her chasing an orc pack away.

Whip cracking.

Loosing arrows.

Sword swinging.

Daggers flying.

And when all else failed she simply strangled them with her bare hands.

But Tauriel and Legolas had other matters to deal with and soon they'd caught a strangler that they planned to interrogate.

Jezguli took to the forest racing through the branches of the trees as quickly as she could.

She was much faster than any orc however she was not invincible and she knew this.

Small packs of a dozen or so she could easily slay on her own but they'd grown in number and to take such a pack on by herself would be foolish.

She kept her scent high in the air so as not to tip them off and focused in on Thorin's scent.

As troublesome as he was...his presence could be very soothing to her.

His natural scent was a bit like leather with a hint of metal and a few notes of warm wood and earth.

She loved that smell and before she knew it she recognized that long dark hair with dashes of silver.

The light caught his eyes igniting them to look like fiery blue infernos and it was then that something changed.

Jezguli felt it deep within the bowels of her stomach.

Something heavy and stirring that she hadn't felt for a very long time.

She knew what it was but she didn't want to say it.

She held her shroud in her hands preparing to cover herself again but she simply tied it around her waist.

She shook out the long silky black strands, smoothed her hands over her dark face and made her way forward.

No one noticed her at first because she was such a quiet creature but when they did Bilbo was the first to rush to greet her.

She knelt before the hobbit, "I'm so sorry, Bilbo. I tried to hurry back to you as soon as I could."

"I'm so happy you're alive." the hobbit said wrapping his arms around her. "I thought you were dead."

"No, my friend. Not dead. " she laughed squeezing him gingerly before looking at him a bit differently, "You've changed, Bilbo. You look different."

"So do you." the hobbit said softly running his fingers through the ebony strands.

She gave a small close lipped smile before she caught a scent.

The scent of man.

She looked into the distance and saw a tall figure with a bow drawn on Ori.

Her maternal side kicked in and she stalked over only to see the archer shoot the club Dwalin had brandished and the rock clean out of Kili's hand.

Balin attempted to calm the situation and Jezguli smiled at the glimmer that lit up Ori's eyes when he saw her.

Her heart warmed when she saw his eyes water but none of them had time for that.

She caught Thorin's eyes as Balin tried to convince the man to help them.

She couldn't read him but she knew he would not be happy.

She was wrong though.

Thorin was not thinking of how much he detested elves and dragons at that moment.

He was thinking of how beautiful she was.

He was thinking of how much he missed her.

He was thinking of how much it hurt when he thought she was dead.

He wanted to say so many things to her.

He wanted to hold her and shield her away from the world.

But that wasn't the way it was and he simply said nothing.

Her mind was a bit foggy when she realized the man called Bard would serve them as a smuggler and get them across the waters to Laketown.

Bard looked at Jezguli and she stared back at him.

She knew she looked off so she kept her long dark hair covering her ears and her lips over her teeth.

Her marking shown true and her eyes were alit with passion.

The dwarves loaded the barge but she hung back like the bargeman.

She knew what he was contemplating before he said anything of it.

"If you can guarantee them safe passage you'll have nothing to worry about from me. I can find my own way in." she said. "I will travel seperately."

"No." came Thorin's bark of a voice. "She comes with us."

Jezguli was touched when he reached out to her.

She placed her long, elegant fingers into his beefy hand and gave it a squeeze, "I will be fine, Thorin. I have other ways to cross the lake."

"No." Thorin said pulling her closer to him as he stood on deck and she on the ground.

Even still she was taller than he.

"I won't have you lost again."

She gave him a soft smile and Thorin admired the way her gold eyes glittered at him.

"Bargeman." Jezguli turned. "Would you mind if I joined you for the most of the trip? I will depart from the boat before we can be seen."

Bard was hesistant but Thorin glowered at him, "Yes, but you'll have to jump when I say. I have no where to hide you."

"Thank you." she said graciously as she climbed aboard the barge.

Thorin didn't say much after that and instead went about nervously brooding and pacing but she'd glimpsed a rare sweet side to the dwarf  and it warmed her in the frigid temperatures.

She climbed aboard and they set sail down the waters.

Jezguli's eyes followed Thorin as he paced about.

He was nervous and the never ending icebergs jutting out from the lake were making it worse.

When he was nervous he often grew irritable.

"Watch out!"

Bard quickly directed the barge in another direction avoiding the huge ice wall.

"Are you trying to drown us?" snapped Thorin.

"I grew up on these waters, Master Dwarf." said Bard. "If I wanted to drown you I would not do it here."

The dwarf prince snarled his lip in distaste and anger.

Jezguli was hesitant but she reached out and placed her hand in the middle of Thorin's broad back before sliding it down the length of his spine in an attempt to soothe him.

He stiffened briefly before she felt the sinewy muscles beneath his skin relax under her touch.

He simply looked at her over his shoulder .

She could only see half of his face but his eyes took on a look that she could not describe.

Longing.

Adoration.

Gratitude.

It was strange transaction between the two of them.

For so long, Thorin was confused and irritated by that woman.

Her confidence.

Her strength.

Her knowledge of things he did not understand.

But now that she had returned he didn't want her more than three paces away from him.

He kept glancing back at her to make sure that she was still there.

He felt as if at any moment he might glance over and she'd be gone.

She was so quite and aloof that he feared she might slip away and never return.

Surely, she had reason.

He knew that he hadn't been the most pleasurable companion but she had stuck by him.

There was so much that she'd done to protect him that he hadn't even realized until she was gone.

Dwalin's grumbling caught his attention and tore him away from the few brief moments that felt like an eternity.

"I don't like him." Dwalin said.

"Oh, Bard. His name is Bard." Bilbo said.

"How do you know?"

"Um, I asked him." Bilbo said.

"I still don't like him." said Dwalin. "How do we know he won't betray us?"

"We don't." Thorin said quietly to Dwalin.

"We don't have to like him. We simply have to pay him." said Balin.

A bit of quite chatter and bickering ensued and of course there was a squabble about money....as usual.

However, something caught Thorin's eyes.

A great shadow of a homeland.

The Misty Mountain.

Jezguli turned to look at the mountain where she knew what lay inside.

Smaug.

She hated how her heart thudded in her chest.

Low, slow, deep and hard.

A painful throb.

An angry throb.

A murderous throb.

Soon his death would come.

Bard's footsteps pulled her from her thoughts as he strode across the wooden planks of the barge.

"Quick. Give me the money." he said.

"You will recieve your money when we get our provisions. Not before." Thorin snapped.

"If you value your freedom you will do as I say. There are guards up ahead." Bard said before turning to Jezguli. "I'm afraid you must depart here."

"Wait." Thorin said striding towards her when she stood.

He placed his thick beefy hand on her arm and turned to Bard, "Is there no where below?"

"This is only a barge. There are no quarters below." Bard said before turning to look at the mysterious creature before him. " I have no where to hide you past this point. If they see you surely they'll take you prisoner. I fear you are just the Master's type. It is not a fate I would wish for anyone."

"I understand." Jezguli said lightly placing a hand on Bard's shoulder.

She saw him glance at her clawed fingertips, golden eyes and markings.

She was exotic and people tended to fear what they did not understand.

She turned to jump over the side of the barge but Thorin's hand was still on her arm, "Thorin? I must go. You'll have no chance if they see me."

His eyes were downcast and so she stooped to look at him, "Thorin?"

"You will return me, won't you?"

His voice was so low that had it not been her she would've never heard it.

Of course, he knew this.

"I will." she promised placing her hand on each side of his face to stare into those great sapphire eyes of his. "I swear it."

He spoke something in khuzdul though she did not understand it.

She knew many languages and while that was one of them, he mumbled it.

"What does that mean?" she asked him.

Thorin sighed before he shook his head and looked at her, "I said, I fear you don't comprehend just how important it is for me to hear the sound of your voice everyday."

Jezguli stared at him for a moment.

"Miss, you must go." Bard pressed.

Jezguli looked back to Thorin once more to see his steely eyes staring at her.

She turned to depart before whipping around and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek closer to the corner of his mouth.

Then she was gone.

Thorin touched the spot and was thankful the elder part of the company tried to give him his privacy as opposed to his nephews and Ori who openly gawked.

"Into the barrels." Bard barked.

Thorin shook his head.

As much as his heart had been warmed....he needed to focus.

But this was not something that he would forget!

Last Chapter

Hey, smoochies!!!!  I hope you enjoyed this chapter!  I know it's been a hot minute since the last update or post (just a few days actually) but I really needed a break from writing because I was getting stressed to the max.  I mean, #reality ya know.  But I sat down and cranked this out for you guys so I hope you like it!    If you liked it please be sure to let me know in the comments!  I just love hearing from you guys! Happy Reading!

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