The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

Venture Into Mirkwood

Author's Note:Hello Hobbit Fans! I thank you all though for showing so much love!

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Forgive any grammar mistakes that I have overlooked and I just hope that this is a readable chapter. I must be honest though, I am a little disappointed with this chapter because it seemed like I was racing through the events due to us being SO close to finding out what fate awaits Bellethiel when she meets the elves of Greenwood. Anyway...enjoy!

It had been days since I had last seen Beorn, and soon after, Gandalf goes missing as well. The company had been well taken care of, but even they were soon getting restless.

Thorin would be seen at the edge of the forest during the day, waiting and thinking who knows what, and some days he would be accompanied by Balin, Dwalin...or both. Many of the company were taking advantage of having a safe place to rest, but with their King on edge...it left many threading carefully.

I was one of those who was happy not to go further on this quest knowing that the moment we left...we would soon have to make our way through Mirkwood where there was a possibility of running into the elves that resided there.

Sometimes I would venture to the forest edge, I would take one of the horses to get as close as I would dare to go and I would see how much my home has changed.

A sickness lay upon the woods, nothing grew, everything was wilted...and the forest was not inviting. I would not stay by the forest very long for I would begin to feel ill standing there any longer then a minute.

Much has changed since I had last set eyes on my home...and I began to wonder how much my kin has changed as well.

"Blast it where is he!"

I looked toward the front to where Thorin was pacing, Balin soothing his long time friend. I stood up and made my way toward the two dwarves, hoping to calm the angered King.

"Beorn, from last I had seen, was patrolling the outskirts of his home. It would seem Azog and his men have gotten closer to his boarders after he returned from the Misty Mountains." I motioned to the head that was staked at the front of the house. "I am going to assume that Gandalf went out searching for the great bear and found just what he was looking for."

"Right you are Bellethiel." A low voice called out.

I looked to where the voice had come from and out came Gandalf with Beorn following close behind.

"Let us head back into the house and discuss what our next moves shall be." Gandalf gestured as he made his way back to the house.

Thorin gave me a quick look before following after the wizard and the skin changer.

That is something that has been different after out little spar, after our understanding at the bottom of the Misty Mountain. Thorin and I had exchanged small glances, not at the same time, but I have seen him staring when he thought I wasn't looking...and I know I sometimes stared as well. I did not understand why he would stare...but I knew my reason for taking my glances at Thorin.

I will admit that I have felt a small attraction for the dwarf king...I will not deny that. I knew what I was feeling due to what my sister had told me of her courting with Idhrenohtar, even my brother was in the process of courting a lovely elven maiden by the name of Valadhiel. I knew enough from what my siblings have told me to come to an understanding.