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

11- Turn of Events

I woke up two or three hours later when the sun rose, blinding me. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. The feathers beneath my back were a soft, warm cocoon, sheltering me from the cool winds. My eyes shot open and I looked around frantically, almost falling off the Eagle. I calmed down when I remembered where I was and what I was doing. I searched for Thorin amongst the Eagles and found him in the clutches of one, looking pale and still unconscious. I chewed my lower lip, worried.

I wasn't the only one who was worried. Fíli, unaware of his unconsciousness, shouted to our leader, "Thorin!" I began to worry that if we didn't land soon and I didn't look at him, he'd fall into a coma or die. Or both. Luckily, a great rock structure lied ahead and Thorin's Eagle gently placed him on the ground with his sword by his side. Recklessly, I jumped off of my Eagle before it landed and ran towards Thorin, tripping and falling almost off the structure.

I shouted a thanks to my Eagle, not even sure if it spoke English, and raced to Thorin. My side ached from my landing and the other things we've done in the past twenty-four hours. I fell to his side and pressed my fingers to his pulse point under his jaw, his beard scratching my fingers. I heard footsteps come up beside me. "Thorin! Thorin." Gandalf cried. Bilbo and the others raced up and stood behind the two of us, who were crouched over the Dwarf.

"His pulse is weak. Any more delays and he'll die." I said seriously, rummaging through my bag. I pulled out my lily tea and supported Thorin's neck with my hand, pouring a bit of it in his mouth. It spilled over his mouth and I wiped his mouth on my sleeve, gently resting his head on the ground. I held my hand over his chest, murmuring, "Rennervate." His eyes fluttered open a few seconds later and he coughed a bit.

I sighed in relief and sunk onto the ground. He was alright. "The halfling?" he croaked. Gandalf nodded, the corners of his lips twitching. "It's all right. Bilbo is here. He's quite safe." Thorin tried to sit up, but I stopped him. "Hey, you need to take it easy. Just relax for a few minutes." His eyes flitted over to me, then to the bottle in my hands. He said nothing.

Then he stood up unsteadily, with the help of Dwalin and Kíli, causing me to roll my eyes exasperatedly. When he was stable, he shrugged the two off and marched towards Bilbo, yelling at him. "You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the Wild and that you had no place amongst us?"

I tensed. Poor Bilbo. This cannot be good for Thorin's health. Bilbo's expression turned from relief to fear in an instant. "I've never been so wrong in all my life!" Thorin broke into a wide grin and crushed Bilbo in a hug. When it finally hit me, I grinned from ear to ear, the Dwarves around me cheering. Bilbo was surprised, but ended up hugging Thorin back.

When Thorin pulled away, he clapped the Hobbit on the shoulder. "I am sorry I doubted you." Bilbo waved it off. "No, I would have doubted me, too. I'm not a hero or a warrior...not even a burglar." Above us, the Eagles screeched, flying away. We watched them go, slightly sad that they couldn't give us a ride again. "Is that what I think it is?" Bilbo asked. We all turned to see in the far off distance, a single mountain peak. We all walked to the edge of the rock structure and took a closer look at it. "Erebor―The Lonely Mountain. The last of the great Dwarf kingdoms of Middle-Earth." Gandalf affirmed.

Thorin smiled slightly. "Our home." I sighed, seeing we still had a long way to go. A bird swiftly flew by, chirping. Óin, holding up his hearing trumpet, exclaimed, "A raven! The birds are returning to the Mountain." We all listened intently, hearing more birdsong. "That, my dear Óin, is a thrush." Gandalf corrected.

"But we'll take it as a sign―a good omen." Thorin stated, looking down at Bilbo. The Hobbit nodded, a smile gracing his lips. "You're right. I do believe the worst is behind us." Though he didn't see it, I shot the Hobbit an incredulous look. He does know that we still have to slay a Dragon, right? This is just the beginning. As the sun rose high in the sky, we stared at the Lonely Mountain, breathing in the morning air.