The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

Trouble

Author's Note: HELLO HOBBIT FANS! For any grammar mistakes that you find and that I over looked, I am deeply sorry! Hopefully it's not TOO bad! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Middle Earth or any of the characters! All rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Only character I own is my darling Bellethiel and Idhrenohtar (Wise Warrior). Enjoy everyone! (Video is not mine, but it shows how awesome Thorin is lol).

Thankfully, my weapons had not been swept with the waters during the commotion. Quickly, with Gandalf's help, we had found a way to cross over the river without any casualties. But during our march back to retrieve our supplies, Fili had stepped in front of me and bowed from the waist. Proclaiming that as a Prince of Erebor, he is in debt to me for saving his life, even though he had said it with much difficulty.

This, was how I ended up traveling with no company, to now having two dwarves pull up their ponies on either side of me exchanging information of our past.

"So what happened to your parents?" Kili asked in wonder.

"My mother and father sailed to Valinor during Nírnaeth Arnoediad, Battle of Unnumbered Tears. By that time my siblings and myself had matured, learned to watch out for each other." I said sadly.

"Why would they leave?" Kili asked.

"We never got an answer...they just left." I stated looking forward.

"And your siblings?" Fili asked, speaking out for the first time since we had started forward on our journey.

"My sister...joined my parents during the end of the Second Age after The First Alliance of Elves and Men and the fall of Sauron. Her husband, my brother by marriage, Idhrenohtar had fallen in battle." I said.

"Your sister sailed to Valinor?" Ori questioned from behind me.

"She could not go on, no matter how hard she tried." I said. "Which left my brother and myself."

"And your brother?" Ori asked.

"Fallen in battle." I answered, not bothered at having to repeat what I had told Bilbo the night before.

"This...is a bit upsetting." Kili commented, averting his gaze. "I'm sorry."

"It is alright." I smiled looking to Kili. "If there is anything positive that came out of this...my sister had given birth to twins during the middle of the Second Age."

"We'll camp here for the night." Thorin called out, snapping our small little group from our own little conversation. "Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them."

"Better do as uncle says or we'll get another lecture." Fili said, dismounting his pony.

"Duty calls." Kili smiled up at me, jumping off of his.

"Oin, Gloin." Thorin addressed the two brothers, Oin holding his trumpet up to his ear to hear better. "Get a fire going."

"Right you are." Gloin replied, bending around with his brother to gather sticks and dry wood to pile in the middle.

I looked over our surroundings and the one thing I had noticed...was the silence. No snapping of twigs, and no birds singing their merry song. The old farm-house we had decided to take shelter besides was burnt and demolished. There was a slight smell in the air, a foul stench that I could not place and a dark aura surrounding the vicinity of our chosen camp site.

My eyes darted around until they turned to one spot in the distance close to our camp, something had occupied that spot, and I thought to myself...this was not a place we wanted to stay.