SEVEN DEVILS, fili durin

CHAPTER FOUR

"You're different Bilbo."

Nymeria had forgotten how annoying mother nature truly was due to the comfort of her home in bag-end, especially when she and her unfortunate choice in temporary company were woken up by a sudden downpour of rain that left the dwarves cursing themselves into such a storm that her poor hobbit had almost blushed. Which the faè had thought rather ironic indeed, considering that she had heard him swear worse than any other creature alive when he'd found out the Sackville-baggins had stolen another drawer full of his fancy cutlery.

She really didn't know why he kicked up such a great fuss, he knew that she'd be going around to their home later that night to take his possession back for him, but then he'd lecture her about the principles of things and that it was simply about manners, something of which the rude and vile hobbits simply didn't have.

Walking through the thick and slippery mud that stuck onto the back of her dark green pants and staining the brown boots Bilbo had specifically made with her in mind, Nymeria found herself smiling softly at the memory, eyes flickering over to where he sat on his pony with a face twisted into a displeased frown, currently wrapped up warm in her cloak that she'd handed over to him the moment she'd seen the shiver wreck over his body, she didn't want her hobbit to catch a cold after all, she had very serious doubt she'd hear the end of it.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf? Can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori finally shouted over the downpour as he gave in rather early on to his pride, deep voice carrying over the strangely still wind as the sounds of water crashing against the forest floor assaulted their ears until it was practically all they could hear, muffling the sounds of conversations happening around them, drowning out the noises of wildlife, of the skies, of the crumbling bark, drowning out the noises of everything really.

"It is raining, master dwarf. And it will continue to rain until the rain is done! If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard." Gandalf said with quite a dramatic huff, refusing to become some common show pony though his tone was rather amused as he rode ahead with her hobbit by his side and Nymeria by his like she always was like some mocking shadow or echo, her light feet practically dancing over the mud with a that grace elves would be jealous of.

And then the faè felt more than seen eyes flicker over to her in question which wasn't surprising to her at all in the slightest, her unfortunate company still somehow believing her to be of someone who possessed magic such as Gandalf's and didn't even try to hide the roll of her eyes as she tutted under her breath, tongue hitting the roof of her mouth as she twirled out of the way of a rather deep looking puddle lest she allow it to drown her to get away from all of that, and then snapping her teeth together as if a threat. "I am no wizard or witch, dwarves. Advert your gazes."

"Are there any?" Bilbo asked suddenly, his brows furrowed as he looked over at the strange wizard by his side in question, gaze flickering as he took in the dark robes and pointy hat and staff and wondering to himself if he'd ever actually seen another that looked like Gandalf, but finding himself empty handed, which made him wonder if, like Nymeria, there was no such thing as more. "Are there any other wizards, I mean."

"There are five us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, The White. Then there are the two blue wizards. Do you know, I've quite forgotten their names." Gandalf explained slowly, looking towards the sky as if he'd find his answers there before he shook his great head to look back down at his short companion with kind blue eyes, flickering them over to the faè for half a second to see that she was watching their interaction closely and he only just managed to hide his chuckle...so very protective of her little hobbit she was, it was a miracle the poor fellow could get anything done.