The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

Queer Lodgings

Author's Note:Hello lovely Hobbit fans! I'm hoping that I keep your attention throughout this whole story and that I don't lose your interest and you stick with me till the very end.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HOBBIT! All rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Anything you recognize from the movie and books belong to those two wonderful men who bought Middle-Earth to life. All I own is my lovely elf Bellethiel! Any grammar mistakes you find I want to say that I am sorry! Hopefully you enjoy this chapter! Have fun!

"If it isn't the little warrior! How long has it been since you last visited my humble home!" Beorn laughed, causing me to laugh along with him.

"It has been to long I am afraid!" I laughed, struggling to breath as I tapped his arm. "If you do not mind Beorn, your strength is making it hard to breathe."

Beorn quickly placed me back on solid ground, wobbling just a bit before standing tall and staring up at the large man, smiling.

"To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Beorn questioned, petting one of the horses that came up beside him.

"I am in a bit of some trouble I am afraid, and ask if you could provide us with some shelter." I stated, causing the large man to raise his brow in suspicion. "Several of my companions are being hunted and I thought that you could offer us a place to rest, at least until we are ready to proceed further on our journey. They are dwarves I am afraid, but if you would...I can tell you the most excellent story your ears have ever heard!"

"I am not overly fond of dwarves, Bellethiel. I'm sure you have not forgotten..." Beorn grumbled out.

"I understand, but they are dear and precious friends of mine. I fear that if we were to be left out in the open...they will be hunted down and killed." I stated gloomily. "If it is not too much trouble to have us as your guests Beorn, then I will beg if I must."

"I did not think I would live to see the day that a warrior such as yourself would beg Belle." Beorn smiled. "But any friend of yours is welcomed into my home. Go, call for your companions, they are most definitely welcomed! But don't forget that you owe me this wonderful tale you mentioned."

"I was intending to tell you the moment we enter your house." I smiled, turning in the direction that I had come from and whistled, beckoning them with my hand.

From the bushes emerged Gandalf, Bilbo following close at his heels with the company following nervously close behind.

"That is more than I thought you meant little warrior." Beorn jested, smiling as Gandalf approached. "Welcome to my home, Gandalf the Gray!"

"I thank you for allowing us into your home Beorn." Gandalf smiled.

"I promised Beorn here a story of our adventure," I smiled as the company came to stand behind Gandalf. "I was hoping that you would take care of retelling our tale."

"It would be my pleasure!" Gandalf smiled. "Shall we retire back to the house and I can tell you about our capture in the Goblin tunnels."

"That sounds like a wonderful story!" Beorn bellowed out as we followed close behind.

After Beorn had us sit around his table, Gandalf recounted our adventure so far. From the company's run in with the trolls, being chased by wargs to Rivendell, our encounter with the Stone Giants by the Misty Mountains, falling through the trap door leading to Goblin Town, the slaying of the Goblin King and soaring on the backs of The Great Eagles and where our destination shall take us.