Thorin and Gandalf eat and talk for a long time.
In fact, they've been conversing for such a so long time, that the foul men eventually lost their interest and left at some point during the ever rainy evening.
Fehlina's very relieved. She doesn't want anyone to attack or hurt Thorin.
Suddenly Gandalf gets up, shakes Thorin's hand and leaves.
Thorin leans his head slowly into his hands, like it's heavy with thought.
Fehlina orders a pint of ale to be sent to his table.
Thorin looks up and around the place when he gets it.
Fehlina's taken off her hood, and raises her own glass and nods towards him in a cheer.
Thorin smiles, grabs the ale and walks to the back of the bar to join her.
"I thought our ways had parted," he says as he's sitting down.
"Apparenlty not," Fehlina says and smiles.
"I saw you had a nice, long chat with Gandalf."
"You know him?" Thorin gives her a surprised look.
"No, not as much as I'd like, but I know he's a good fellow, and a very wise and great wizard," Fehlina answers. "What did you two talk about, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I do mind actually. Not that I don't want to tell you... But Gandalf adviced me not to. The fewer that knows, the better." Thorin takes a swig of his ale, wondering why he admitted that he'd actually like to tell her about Gandalf's plans, like he's under some sort of spell of hers.
"Very well, I won't bother you then," Fehlina says and turns away.
"Hey, don't be like that," Thorin says.
Fehlina looks at him. Thorin smiles.
"Let's just say that I might get a home in the near future."
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Unexpected Love
FanfictionA story about dwarf lord Thorin Oakenshield and an elf from Mirkwood called Fehlina. Size and background doesn't matter, all is fair in love and war. PS! I do not own the cover photo! Credit to owner Rodrigo Gonzáles T.
