Complicated (Thorin Oakenshield x Reader) [Slow Updates]

Chapter Six

(Y/N) wrinkles her nose in disgust as she picks up a sword that's covered in cobwebs. She, along with the others, is in the cave that the Trolls had presumably spent their nights in before they'd been brought to their demises. As she unsheaths the rusty dagger, she runs her hand along the blade.

Dull, she thinks, returning it to it's sheath and tossing it back down into the cobwebs.

She turns around and walks over to see what the others are doing, and finds that a few members of their "fine" company are digging a hole in the ground and collecting gold. She rolls her eyes in exasperation.

She also notices Gandalf and Thorin examining a couple of blades that look to be of finer make than the others, certainly not made by the Trolls. She doesn't find herself wanting to socialize with anyone very much, so she finds a part of the cave wall towards the back that's considerably less disgusting than the rest and leans there, waiting for everyone to be ready to leave.

Finally she sees Gandalf and Oakenshield walk over to the rest of the Dwarves.

"Let's get out of this foul place. Come on, let's go!" Thorin shouts, making towards the exit with most of the others immediately following suit.

(Y/N) follows, staying near the back of the pack.

"Bofur, Gloin, Nori," he yells, causing the stragglers that were lagging behind to rush towards the exit as well.

Soon the whole group has emerged into the gentle greenish light that's filtering through the trees. By the time this has happened, (Y/N) realizes something.

My bag is still at camp, she remembers in frustration. All of my knives and poisons are in there! Not sure exactly who to notify of where she'll be going, she walks over to the first person she sees; Gandalf.

"Um, Gandalf?" she says. He turns towards her.

"Yes?"

"I've left my bag back at camp, and it has my only weapons in it. I'm headed to go get it, and just thought I'd notify someone," she says, purposely not mentioning all of the other items that her bag holds. The wizard looks up at the sky, and shakes his head.

"I'm afraid we haven't the time to backtrack. You'll have to make do with this," he says, handing her a small elvish blade that would probably qualify as a dagger. (Y/N) frowns slightly but nods, taking it.

"Something's coming!" Thorin shouts, and everyone hears the sounds of something large approaching, and at a rapid pace. (Y/N) unsheaths the blade that Gandalf gave her, knowing that if it glows blue that there are Orcs on their trail. She examines the blade, which is still silver.

"Stay together! Hurry, now! Arm yourselves!" Gandalf shouts, running out into the clearing. (Y/N) follows him, sword in hand.

As they prepare for a battle, the crashing sounds draw ever closer. Suddenly, a bunch of very large rabbits hop out of the bushes, followed by a sleigh carrying an old man with bird droppings streaked down by the right side of his face.

"Thieves! Fire! Murder!" the old man shouts. (Y/N) hears Gandalf's sigh of relief, and sheaths her blade.

"Radagast. It's Radagast the Brown!" Gandalf says, putting the rest of the company at ease as well. Gandalf sheaths his elvish sword, and walks up to the disheveled old man.

"What on Earth are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong," Radagast says. Gandalf raises an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

Radagast opens his mouth as if to speak, but nothing comes out. He seems to try again, but still stays silent.

"Just give me a minute. Um... oh... I had a thought and now I've lost it! It was... it was was right there, on the tip of my tongue!" As he says this he opens up his mouth, and Gandalf reaches in, grabs a stick bug out, and hands it to Radagast. (Y/N) wrinkles her nose in disgust.

"Oh! It's not a thought at all! It's a silly old... stick insect," he says, allowing the bug to crawl up his sleeve before he continues. "The Greenwood is sick, Gandalf. A darkness has fallen over it, nothing grows anymore. At least nothing good. The air is foul decay, but worse are the webs."

"Webs? What do you mean?" Gandalf asks, turning to look at Radagast.

"Spiders, Gandalf. Giant ones. Some kind of spawn of Ungoliant, or I'm not a wizard. I followed their trail. They came from Dol Guldur." (Y/N) freezes up at hearing the name of that place.

Of course, she'd heard of Dol Guldur, and knows that it's where Azog the Defiler meets with his superiors. But she never thought it would come up.

Just don't comment. Don't act suspicious, don't even say a word, she thinks.

"Dol Guldur? But the old fortress is abandoned."

"No, Gandalf. It is not. A dark power dwells in there, such as I have never felt before. It is the shadow of an ancient horror. One that can summon the spirits of the dead. I saw him, Gandalf. From out of the darkness, the Necromancer has come!" Radigast finishes speaking, looking shaken. "Sorry."

Gandalfs nods, offering him his pipe.

"Try a little old Toby. It'll help setting your nerves," he says. Radagast inhales deeply from the pipe.

"And out," Gandalf says. Radagast exhales the smoke through his nose, looking much more relaxed.

"Now, the Necromancer. Are you sure?"

Radagast takes out a sword of a make that (Y/N) doesn't recognize, and hands it to Gandalf.

"That is not from the world of the living," he says. Gandalf nods slightly.

Suddenly (Y/N) hears a howling noise. She looks to the others, and finds that they've heard it too.

"Those are no wolves," Bofur says, partially to himself.

(Y/N) soon hears a growling sound from behind her, and turns around slowly to see a massive wolf like creature.

Warg, she barely has time to think before it lunges towards her. She barely keeps from Skin-Changing, and instead whips out her blade, which is glowing blue, and slices it's snout. It flinches back slightly, before everyone else descends upon it.

A moment later another one of them leaps out at them from the other side of the clearing, and Kili shoots it with his bow. It struggles for a moment longer before Dwalin lodges and axe in it's head.

"Warg scouts! Which means an orc pack is not far behind!" Thorin says. Gandalf walks over to him.

"Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?" the gray old wizard questions him.

"No one."

"Who did you tell?!" Gandalf shouts at him.

"No one, I swear!" he shouts back. "What in Durin's name is going on?" Gandalf frowns.

"You are being hunted," he says. (Y/N) frowns, realization setting in.

Why did the Pale Orc send his forces? Does he not think I can effectively do my job? What will happen to Annabelle?! She mentally panics, beginning to cold sweat.

Her panic must be showing on her face, because at least half of the group throw a concerned glance her way at least once. She notices and attempts to hide it, but her efforts are to no avail.

"We have to get out of here," Dwalin says.

"We can't! We have no ponies. They bolted," Ori shouts, looking horrified.

"I'll draw them off," Radagast says.

"These are Gundabad wargs. They will outrun you!" Gandalf says.

"These are Rhosgobel rabbits," Radagast says with a smug grin. "I'd like to see them try."