The Adventures of Padfoot

Trouble Times Thirteen Plus Two

Song is Double Trouble by John Williams.
It's one of those songs that gets stuck in your head and won't get out. It's one of my favorite songs from the Harry Potter series. One question: do y'all think that Thorin would be sorted into Slytherin or Gryffindor? At first I thought Gryffindor, but he is very ambitious, cunning, and then there's the family madness, which is tied to a serpent. Let me know what y'all think!
Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this chapter!
Sirius's POV
I was having a lazy evening at the cabin. Beorn had been out all day, and had still not returned. There had been an increasing amount of Orc sightings lately, so he had been out patrolling more than usual . I sighed and stretched and yawned as I got up. I looked outside and saw the sun sinking over the mountains. I began completing the usual chores that I could do. Everything was normal, until I heard shouts, and Beorn roaring in anger. Confused, I padded over to the front window. There, to my utter shock, was a pack of what I'm pretty sure were dwarves. There were being chased by Beorn. They were also coming straight towards the house. I wondered if I should I attack them or not. They might just be innocent travelers who accidentally crossed Beorn's path. I decided I would at least threaten them a little, and see how they responded. I heard them banging on the door, but they didn't open it for reasons I couldn't fathom. Until they finally did, and piled into the house with shouts and yells. They tried to close the door, but Beorn managed to block it with his huge head. He was still growling and baring his teeth at them as they tried to close the door. One of them, a very small one with no beard and no shoes either, pulled out a short sword. I could tell he didn't know quite what to do with it, but he didn't end up needing it, as the dwarves finally pushed the door closed. They had yet to notice me.
"What is that?" one of them gasped.
"That is our host," a voice replied, and then I noticed the tall man dressed in grey standing to the side. I was immediately reminded of Dumbledore, and that sent a sudden pang through me. He had a grey pointy hat, and carried a staff. I wondered if he was a wizard as well? Maybe he could change me back! I'll have to talk to Beorn. The old man continued speaking.
"His name is Beorn, and he's a skin changer," he said.
"Sometimes he's a huge black bear, and sometimes he's a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overfond of dwarves." he concluded. I chose that moment to make myself known, and growled deeply. The party turned towards me with weapons raised, but the old man gestured for them to lower them. He slowly approached me, then frowned.
"I sense there is more to you then meets the eye, friend. I assure you that we mean to harm to you or Beorn, and have only come this way to escape the Orcs, who are led by Azog the Defiler," he said.
I growled at the name. Him I had heard of. After that, I decided to leave them be, but watched them very carefully from my nest of blankets. They mostly just settled down to sleep at the tall man's command. I was able to figure out that he was indeed a wizard. Finally, once everyone had settled down, I curled up and went to sleep. I would handle this in the morning. I woke up at the crack of dawn at the sound of our uninvited guests beginning to rise. I stretched and got up. I needed to speak to Beorn. I slipped out through the small door he had made for me, and ran over to where he was chopping wood.
"Good morning Beorn," I greeted. He grunted in return, and didn't slow down his chopping. I informed him about our guests, how one was a wizard, and how I wished to ask if he could try and change me back into my human form. He said very little, but said he would speak to them and see what they wanted before he did anything rash. By "anything rash", of course, he meant tearing them to pieces. I stayed out there with him for awhile. Soon enough, I saw the back door open, and the wizard, followed by the small fellow whose race I couldn't place, slowly approached us. I gave Beorn a slow growl of warning. Beorn did not pause in his task until the wizard spoke.
"Ah, good morning," he said. Beorn didn't respond. Once the older man repeated the greeting, Beorn paused, and turned his head towards them slightly.
"Who are you?" he asked them.
"I am Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey," he answered, bowing his head.
Beorn turned fully, and placed the head of his axe on the ground.
"Never heard of him," he growled. The wizard now known as Gandalf seemed a little surprised.
"I am a wizard. Perhaps you have heard of my colleague, Radaghast the Brown, he resides in the outer borders of Mirkwood!"
"What do you want?" Beorn cut to the chase.
"Well, simply to thank you for your hospitality. You may have noticed that we, ah, took refuge in your lodgings last night," the wizard replied cheerfully. As he motioned to the house, he moved aside, revealing the small fellow who had before then hid himself behind Gandalf. Beorn did not take kindly to him.
"And who is this little fellow?" he asked.
"This would be Mr.Baggins of the Shire," Gandalf introduced. Mr.Baggins looked very nervous and uncomfortable under Beorn's stare. Beorn slightly hefted up the axe.
"He's not a dwarf, is he?"
"Why no!" Gandalf replied. "He's a hobbit! Good family, and unimpeachable reputation!" Gandalf patted the hobbit's shoulder. Mr.Baggins gave a small smile. Beorn, I noticed, had returned the axe to the ground.
"A halfling and a wizard," Beorn began. "How come you here?"
"Oh, well, the fact is that we've had a bad time of it from goblins in the mountains," Gandalf nervously replied.
"What did you go near goblins for? Stupid thing to do!" Beorn snapped.
"You are absolutely right!" Gandalf said. The conversation was then interrupted by movement coming from the house. Two of the dwarves exited, and began to approach them. Beorn was angry, and raised his axe, growling.
"Dwalin, and Balin," the almost bald one introduced. Gandalf intervened again.
"I must confess that several of our group are in fact dwarves," he said, seeming rather more nervous than before.
"Do you call two, several?" Beorn replied, still holding up the axe.
"Well, uh, now you put it that way, t-there, yes, you say, there could be more than two," he stuttered. Gandalf sighed as two more dwarves made their way outside.
"Ah, and here are some more of our happy troop!" he said.
"And do you call six, a troop?" Beorn growled angrily. Gandalf laughed nervously. "What are you, a traveling circus?"
Just then, two more dwarves came out. "Dori, and Ori, at your service!" They introduced.
"I don't want your service!" Beorn snapped.
"Absolutely understandable!" Gandalf replied.
Two more dwarves suddenly came out. Beorn was getting more angry. I really was surprised that he hadn't torn them up yet.
"Oh! Fili and Kili! I'd quite forgotten! Gandalf introduced.
Then, nearly the rest of the dwarves came out. I knew there was one who had stayed inside. The leader.
"Is that it? Are there any more?" Beorn asked. Then the leader slowly made his presence known. I saw a change come over Beorn's face. He seemed to recognize this one. The dwarves were invited to stay for a meal, and that all went inside. I followed close behind Beorn. We gave them all bread and honey, with some milk. It was a surprisingly quiet affair. I guessed that the dwarves didn't want to upset their host. As Beorn was refilling their mugs, he began to speak to their leader.
"So you are the one they call Oakenshield. Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?" he asked.
Instead of answering the question, the leader answered with one of his own,
"You know of Azog, how?" he asked him.
"My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the Orcs came down from the North. The Defiler killed most of my family. But some he enslaved" he said. I noticed some of them looking at the manacle on Beorn's wrist. He had kept it there as a reminder.
"Not for work, you understand," he continued. "but for sport. Caging skin changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him."
"There are others like you?" Bilbo inquired innocently.
"Once there were many," Beorn said slowly.
"And now?
"Now, there is only one," Beorn answered. He didn't seem to mind the hobbit as much as the others.
"You need to reach the mountain before the last days of Autumn," he stated.
"Before Durin's Day falls, yes," Gandalf interjected.
"You are running out of time," Beorn said.
"Which is why we must go through Mirkwood," Gandalf continued.
Beorn shook his head.
"A darkness lies upon that forest. Fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Goldur. I would not venture there except in great need," he informed them.
"We will take the Elven road. That path is still safe," Gandalf replied.
"Safe?" Beorn scoffed. "The Woodelves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They're less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not," Beorn said ominously. Thorin, the leader, who had been facing away from them, turned towards him immediately.
"What do you mean?" he asked in a slightly urgent manner.
"These lands are crawling with Orcs. Their numbers are growing. And you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive." A silence fell over the room at his words. Beorn rose and stalked towards Thorin.
"I don't like dwarves. Their greedy, and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own." Beorn picked up a mouse that was on the table, and stroked its head. His description of dwarves reminded me of how pureblooded families often thought of other wizards as being less pure or worthy of magic because of their blood.
"But Orcs I hate more. What do you need?"
So, there's the next chapter! I hope y'all like it!
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