Fitting in ~

A dip~

( excuse my misspelled words ! I'll come back to fix them I just wanna be this chapter up. )

Part 4

"PIVOT YOUR FEET !" The call came to your ears and you gritted your teeth as you swung the practice sword upward to block the crushing blow of Thorins blade. The impact was jarring- having your arms buckle as the dwarf king pressed the blade home. His face was contorted in a growl, energy fully focused on pushing that damned training sword into your face. Your height should have given you an advantage but - being small for a human - it gave no difference.

And dwarves ! Their damn arms and strength was probably like an avalanche of bloody stone. "Come ON Mistress y/n ! Now what do you do when an enemy has you on the defensive ?"

This was the third day in the elves home of Rivendell, as the company caught their breath again. And ever since you had admitted your lack of being a fighter, these dwarves had decided to drill you in every f-ing weapon imaginable. Drill upon drill upon drill- three days of it ! And it wasn't just one dwarf testing you. The whole of the thirteen dwarves decided to "teach" you. Dwalin with his double axes (he had nearly taken your nose off ), Bofur with his taunts and flashing blade (he would try and make you laugh then attack - cheeky devil!), Ori with his slingshot ( not as bad), Bifur with his spear( dead between the ears was right. He had come at you like a raging lunatic!), Kili with his bow (which you preferred above all of them - he was patient.), and now Thorin Oakensheild with his blade. He had been drilling you all afternoon now.

As the pain of Thorins crushing blade pushed you, you felt anger boiling inside. Not a moments peace since arriving here ! Drill after drill with countless weapons ! It was too much.

"SON OF A BITCH !" You snarled out, cursing. Thorin, who had been pressing his blade mercilessly against yours, recoiled at your sudden rage. That gave you a opportunity. Shoving on your blade, you forced the dwarf on the defensive, pulling away and striking rapidly. Metal on metal rang out in the elven courtyard, as you angrily spat curse after curse. Throins face- which at first had been shocked- now had a hint of amusement growing in a smile. The dwarf King swung down, effectively disarming you. You put your hands up as the tip of the blade pointed to your throat. Both of you were heaving, body's breathing hard from the exertion.

"What was that last thing ......... You shouted at me ?" Thorin asked.

"I called you a cheeky dickwaffle. " you panted out.

"A- a dickwaffle ? What is this in your world - and insult ?"

"Of sorts. Heard it through my favorite vide- er, I mean story." Thorin lowers his blade, a grim smile on his face. But his eyes are sparkling, the blue like the sky in a summers day. "....Ugog.." He cursed at you. HE HAD CURSED AT YOU! You felt your face flame.

You leapt at the dwarf, hardly thinking of the repercussions of wrestling a dwarf- or even knowing what you were doing ! He wasn't prepared for this, his face shocked but quickly turning into a smile as you threw yourself at him. "DONT CURSE AT ME !" You growled and the King under the mountain laughed. You grappled, trying to force the dwarf to the ground. But - you now realized your mistake as you felt the solidity of your opponent. Dwarves were like mini mountains in themselves. Stout, thick and hard to move. And you now felt the underlying power as Thorin easily rolled you onto his shoulder. One hand held your arms together, while the other simply kept you in place. Your head was scraping the ground, hair in your eyes. You pushed against your captor, snarling.

"PUT ME DOWN THORIN!" You hissed, kicking your legs into him. He merely grunted as he dragged you away.

"THORIN OAKENSHEILD PUT ME DOWN!" You screeched again. You couldn't see where you were going, or what direction you were going in. But as soon as you heard splashing, jolly calls and splashing you froze.