Hopelessly lost

10. Haunted

[Y/n] was currently sitting on the floor, her back leaning against the wall, with a glass filled with wine in her hand. She normally wasn't the biggest fan of wine, but the ale and beer were gone and she wanted a drink. It just happened to be that the wine was the easiest thing to grab. 

Further in the room was the rest of the company, dancing, singing and making lovely music. They thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Swishing around the red liquid in the fancy-looking glass [y/n] smiled softly as she was watching her friends have fun. It was a night to never forget.

If she could remember it the next morn to begin with.

She had lost her game of beer pong against Thorin and Bilbo, and although Fíli and her had to share the drinks, she still drunk a whole lot more than she had ever done before. She didn't feel drunk necessarily at the moment, but she was defiantly past tipsy at this point. 

Bilbo was the soberest out of all of them. He had some, Fíli and [y/n] did score just not enough to win, but he still was the one with most of his brain still working. The dwarves hadn't held back and even Gandalf had too many glasses of wine to be classified as sober.

The small hobbit had seen the only female of the party slung back against the wall and decided it was time for her to go to bed. He made his way over to her, but her foggy and clouded mind didn't take notice of him till he spoke to her, ''Please tell me you can walk.''

[Y/n] slowly moved her gaze over to her friend and looked at him with an empty stare. Bilbo pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed loudly through it. ''Of course you can't,'' he muttered annoyed at himself, but with her heightened abilities [y/n] picked it up, even with booze numbing the feeling. But she didn't really hear what Bilbo said, she got the general gist of it, but her mind had her convinced that he said ''You're drunk, go home.''

Deciding she would have none of his pessimistic-ness she downed the last bit of wine that was left in her glass and stood up. ''I,'' [y/n] started dramatically, ''Can walk just fine.'' The slurred words didn't convince Bilbo in the slightest. ''Please be careful, I don't want you falling over,'' the small hobbit was worried for his friend. It was obvious that the alcohol had affected her and he didn't want her to injure herself.

[Y/n] looked down at her friend and saw his concerns painted on his face. Not wanting to worry him more than he already did, she gave him a nod before she staggered off towards her room. ''I'll see y'all tomorrow,'' she waved lazily at her companions as she exits the room, any of those who turned to look at her waved back. 

Slightly concerned by her swaying walk Bofur and Bilbo run after her. They wanted to make sure that she would arrive at her room safely. They joined her on either side and walked with her to her destination. [Y/n] was giggling to herself and humming an unfamiliar tune, not having a care in the world she dragged herself half dancing down the hall.

Bofur had more to drink than Bilbo and didn't see the harm in dancing along. Bilbo however was getting more and more worried for his friend. For with every twist and turn she took he could imagine her falling over and passing out. And not only did that seem unpleasant to begin with, he also had no clue how he would start to get her in her room. Dragging her unconscious body would be ungraceful, but he wouldn't have much choice. He was only small, and if he got lucky Bofur would help, separating her weight between the two of them.

[Y/n] laughed when Bofur joined in and took his hand, twirling him around every so often. Bofur's laugh mixed with her own and formed a lovely melody. It took them longer than normal but they reached her sleeping chamber. The males walked in with the las to make sure she wouldn't pass out in the middle of the room.

[Y/n] sat herself on the massive bed and waved her friends goodbye as they retreated and left the room. All alone now the Earthling suddenly felt exhausted and really didn't want to get changed out of her clothes. All she desired at this moment was the blissfulness of sleep.