Into That Good Night

Stoned by Stone Giants

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Needless to say, the food I was offered wasn't pizza.

And it was obvious that the dwarves weren't ready to believe a thing I told them. \

Varis, for her part, told a lot of my past that she had been around for. That seemed to placate some of the dwarves, but not so much for the others.

"If what you have told us is true, then our quest must truly be blessed by the Valar," Kili, who was now seated next to Varis and his brother, spoke.

I pursed my lips.

"This must be some sort of sign," Bofur claimed, running a hand across his forehead in contemplation.

"Or perhaps this is all some sort of elaborate lie," Dwalin grumbled, setting his jaw into a deep pout.

I blinked.

"How could she have faked her powers if this were a lie, Master Dwalin?" Varis inquired, raising a brow in his direction.

"That elf witch coulda' taught her," Gloin spoke, crossing his arms firmly across his chest. "I've seen some strange things outta the elves, and this could just be one of them."

I let out a long sigh. "Why would I even bother coming up with something so outlandish when I could've said something far more believable?"

Some dwarves whispered amongst each other, and I started to help myself to the stew that Bombur, the resident chef, had passed over to me.

I felt the warmth of the stew come through the bowl, and let it soak into my chilled hands. The sun had long-since sunk over the horizon, leaving us in a sea of darkness.

"Why is it that you have decided to join us on this quest, Lady Persephone?" Thorin's deep voice asked, his eyes far more curious now after hearing my story.

I shrugged. "I guess I just refused to let Varis go on her own."

Varis stiffened at my side. "I would have been fine-"

"You would have caused too much trouble, even maybe been killed before you reached these dwarves-"

"I could have gotten on by myself quite well, just so you-"

"You would burn your food and would starve to death, I've seen you in the kitchens-"

Varis stood up with her clenched fists, and only came a few inches above me from where I was sitting. "We decided we would never speak of that-"

I rolled my eyes. "Just because you refuse to acknowledge your lack of cooking skills doesn't mean that you would've survived, though!"

She scoffed. "I know how to hunt!"

"What are you going to do, eat it raw?"

Apparently, the two dwarven brothers, Kili and Fili, decided that my annoyance was funny and started to laugh. "

"Uncle, they should come with us, if only for comedic relief," Kili proclaimed, turning to Thorin who I guess is their Uncle.

Which makes them princes.

How quaint.

Varis's face went red at the dark-haired prince's insinuation. "I believe that is why the King let you join along, princeling," Varis claimed, crossing her arms in defiance.