Inflamed (Harry Potter & The Hobbit/LOTR Crossover) (LegolasxOC)

8- Songs and Stories

OKAY YOU GUYS NEED TO WATCH THE VIDEO FOR THE SONG ON THE SIDE. IT IS LITERALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING YOU'LL EVER HEAR.

On Night 5, we took a break for the night, resting in a grove of trees, safely protected from the oncoming rainstorm. Everyone was exhausted, too tired to make a fire though it was cold. Sighing, I gathered some dry wood and pulled out my wand. The Dwarves shifted uneasily except for Balin. "Incendio." I murmured, sparking a fire. They jumped back, waiting for something bad to happen. "Take off your shoes and dry them by the fire." I ordered, getting up from my crouch and walking to the borders of our camp. Surprisingly, when I looked over my shoulder, they were all doing as I said, even Thorin.

I watched the dark clouds for a moment, before starting to place protective enchantments around us. The other nights, I was too tired to make them and risked it. Tonight, however, it was time to take precautions as we continued to make our journey. I set to work quickly, feeling the Company's eyes on me. "Protego Totalum. Salvio Hexia. Cave Inimicum. Fianto Duri. Protego Horribilis. Protego Maxima. Repello Inimicum. Muffliato. Repello Inimigotum."

Bilbo sidled up to me and watched. "What are you doing?" he asked, curiously. I walked across our small camp ground and started working on the other side. "Placing protective enchantments around the camp. That way we don't need any nightwatches." Thorin raised his eyebrows. "And why are you telling us this now?" I looked over at him, shooting him a pointed glance, and replied coolly, "I thought you'd want to do things your way."

He didn't say anything, eyes narrowed. When the enchantments were placed, we were surrounded in a clear, but visible bubble. However on the outside you wouldn't be able to see a thing. Bombur, who was warming up by the fire suddenly asked, hopeful, "Can you cook, too?" I looked over my shoulder at the Dwarves, most of them holding hope in their facial expressions.

I sighed, walking over to the bag containing our food supply. "Alright." Some of the Dwarves cheered. Thorin's expression, however, was unreadable. Though I was really tired, desperately wanting to sit down and nap, like the Dwarves were doing, I started to skin some of the animals the Dwarves had caught hunting yesterday. I was still pissed that they hadn't allowed me to go. Bilbo came over and joined me, watching me work in silence.

I looked over at him, laughing as he started to turn green. "You don't have to be here, Bilbo. Come back when I'm not skinning animals." He nodded and took off immediately. I chuckled, returning to my work. As I worked, I called out to the Dwarves, who were talking quietly amongst themselves about what they thought I was going to make. "Just so you lot know, I'm not your maid or your mum, so don't expect me to clean up after you or tuck you into bed."

They laughed, including Bilbo. Even Thorin smirked slightly from his spot. Another person dropped down next to me, watching me work. It was Fíli. "Hi, Fíli." I greeted, not looking up from my animal. "Hello. Need any help?" I smiled and replied, "I'm good thanks, though truthfully, I would like the company." He nodded, sending us into silence.

I set the slab of meat over the fire and started on a second and final one. Dwarves ate a lot, but I had to ration, so I was cutting them all down. Fíli looked at my work and his eyes almost popped out of his head. "You know how to skin, too? And you're thorough! I'd have bet you would be sick at the idea and ask for help!" I chuckled. "Well, I'm not like most girls."

Fíli shook his head, watching me skin. "Indeed. Who taught you all these skills?" My grin faltered. I replied in a softer tone, "My mother. She taught me and my siblings basically everything we know." I cleared my throat and looked over at the Dwarf, smiling a bit. He frowned. "I'm sorry, is she dead?"

I realized how what I said sounded and shook my head. "Oh no, I didn't mean it like that. She's not dead, I just miss her is all." Fíli nodded, understanding. "I miss mine, too. I know she's probably worrying about us. Especially Kíli." I looked over at his said younger brother, who was laughing with the boys by the fire, his pipe in hand. "He can be very reckless sometimes and it's very worrisome as an older brother."