Journey To Hellspost (TXT X READER)

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The story being told not only in this chapter, but possible following chapters, is that of the Hobbit (movies specifically). I've watched the movies several times (I've memorized the first movie) and have grown fond of the storyline. Not only that, but I feel it could be a fitting story.

"Whilst I thoroughly enjoy the crackling of the fire, I would much enjoy any other sounds that could be offered in this moment," Soobin sighed, using a pocket knife to carve patterns into a stick.

  "I wish for nothing more than to rest my voice and my hands," HueningKai sighed. After a days worth of speaking to each member of the company, he had no intention of singing. Though he loved to sing with every fibre of his being, he wished for nothing but rest while Beomgyu made some food for the group to have.

"I have been told a story by an old friend of mine. Perhaps I could tell you," (Y/N) suggested, picking at her fingernails. "It is an intriguing story of adventure."

"I would listen to just about anything, save the sounds of whatever Beomgyu is cooking," Soobin smiled, his eyes not looking up from the carvings he placed on the stick in his hands.

"The story is of a halfling. This halfling lived in a hobbit hole with all the comforts of home. Every comfort one could wish for. He was visited one day, by a wizard. The wizard was an old friend of his. The wizard made the most excellent fireworks. Fireworks that used to entrance the halfling when he was but a babe. This wizard had come to inquire about an adventure. The halfling had insisted he was not interested in any adventure. He retreated back into his home and the wizard left a mark on his door," (Y/N) recited, attempting to remember each detail. Her tone changed many times as she told the story, having captured everyone's attention. She moved her hands along, acting out the story to make it more engaging.

"Some time later, the halfling sat down for dinner and just as he had sat down to eat dinner, he heard his doorbell ring," the rogue said, making the sound of the doorbell. "This was peculiar, for the halfling never received company, especially not so late. He opened his door, and was greeted with a dwarf who took the halfling's greeting as a welcome. He entered the halfling's home and began to eat his food!" She took strategic pauses as five pairs of eyes stayed on her figure.

"The halfling just watched as the dwarf ate his food. Soon, the bell rang again." Yet again, she made the sound of the bell. "The halfling answered the door only to be met by another dwarf. The dwarf greeted the halfling, asking if he was late. The halfling hadn't the slightest clue what the second dwarf spoke of. The second dwarf had spotted the first and they began merrymaking, for they knew each other. They were brothers. As the halfling tried to interject, the bell rang again. This time, there were two. The new two dwarves introduced themselves and barged in, just as the last two had. The four dwarves had paid no attention to the halfling's protests. Yet again, the bell rang and the halfling had reached his wits end. He had begun to tell the possible dwarves at the door that he was no longer looking to receive company. He opened the door, and in tumbled 8 dwarves!" She held out 8 fingers to demonstrate.

"Behind the dwarves stood the wizard. The dwarves had taken all the food from the halfling's pantry and created a grand feast, eating every morsel! Then, they began to tease the halfling by tossing his dishes around recklessly. The next they heard was a knock on the door." The rogue paused for dramatic effect. Her eyes had wandered to Beomgyu who watched her, not pleased with the moment of suspense. "Is our food ready?"

Beomgyu, startled, looked down to what he had been preparing. It was indeed done, but he was so intrigued by the story telling of the rogue that he had forgotten to mention that it was finished.

"Oh, yes. Please, help yourselves," he said, flustered. He backed away, allowing each member of the company to take their fair share.

"Continue the story! Who was knocking at the door?" HueningKai asked, his eyes wide, like those of a child.