The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

I Do Believe The Worst Is Behind Us

Author's Note: Greetings lovely Hobbit Fans! Thank you everyone who reads, votes, comments, anf follows! We are closing in at the end of the first movie and here is where things are going to start getting closer now that Bellethiel and Thorin have a better understanding of each other, just saying haha. Everyone reading, you are all lovely and awesome people! We are now coming to the end of the movie and I'm very excited to begin writing the growing relationship that will begin between Belle and Thorin. So everyone I do hope that you all enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer:I do not own The Hobbit! All rights belong to the one and only J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. So anything that you recognize from the movie or the book all belongs to these two men that bought Middle Earth to life. I only own Bellethiel and her military unit. I do hope that you forgive any grammar that you see and I hope that it is still easy to read, with my little kindle and keyboard its very hard to notice the mistakes on a smaller screen lol.

"Gandalf!" I called out in alarm, rushing past Thorin and looking to the wizard, listening as more howls followed soon after.

"Run..." Gandalf called, looking toward the company who began to frantically get to their feet. "Run!"

We began running in the opposite direction of the mountain, away from the howls that was getting closer by the second.

I took a glance behind and saw the outline of wargs in the distance, gaining speed and closing in on us fast.

I took one of my arrows and took a shot in the dark, hitting whatever was riding on top one of the wargs, hearing the rider and the beast stumble and picked up the pace.

On my side I saw a warg jolt past me and turned to glance at whatever was in front, which had to be one of the members from the company for when it pounced forward, its body suddenly fell to the ground dead.

The pack began to close in from all around, attacking any dwarves they came across and falling in a heap at being sliced or clobbered.

I drew my sword, the blade gleaming brightly in the darkness and bought it down with as much force as I could muster with an injured arm down on a riderless beast, cutting clean through to the spine. And when my sword would not budge from its spot, I took out a bow and aimed at another warg that had chased after Ori. It embedded itself into its eye socket before Ori reeled back with his hammer, slamming it hard on its skull.

"Up into the trees, all of you!" I heard Gandalf call from up front, and when I looked in his direction I took notice that we were chased to the edge of a cliff. "Come on climb Bilbo, climb!"

I pulled out my sword and ran quickly to the tree closest to me and jumped up high, catching a stray branch close to the ground and began climbing as high as I could, putting as much distance between myself and the ground.

"They're coming!" I heard Thorin shout from the ground, and I looked down to see more wargs headed our way. I looked around to make sure that all the dwarves had reached higher grounds, but something down below caught my attention.

A small hobbit, attempting to pull out his sword that was stuck in the skull of a dead warg.

'Bilbo!' I thought in a panic, quickly jumping out of the tree and landing beside the hobbit.

"Up you go Bilbo!" I yelled out, grabbing him by the back of his coat, yanking out his sword and practically throwing the small hobbit up into the tree.

"Belle!" I heard Bilbo call out in a panic as I looked up to make sure that he had caught one of the branches, his concern expression clear on his face.