The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

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(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

Bard was gracious enough to agree to provide a roof over our head. Though we did have to pay him extra, we did not mind so long as the company was safe, warm, and taken care of.

"This is it..." Bard called out bringing the boat close to the docks. "we walk from here."

As the company filed off of the barge, I trailed a bit behind and assisted Bard in tying up his barge to the docks.

"I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you are willing to house a company of thirteen, a halfling and four elves." I stated, tying off one end of the barge to a post.

"You have offered to pay me extra, though it is not needed after the sight I had witnessed. I have never seen Alfrid run away with his tail tucked between his legs without getting one last say. That truly was a sight to see." Bard laughed. "Though I must warn you and your kin. My girls have a slight fascination with elves, never seen one up close and now they will come to face four...they'll never stop bothering you."

"What are their names?" I questioned as Bard stood up and began walking forward.

"My Eldest child is my daughter Sigrid, my second Eldest is Bain, and the youngest is Tilda." Bard smiled fondly. "My pride and joy."

"I can see that." I smiled while we walked on ahead of the group, following his lead. "And your wife?"

"She's no longer with us..." Bard mumbled, looking forward sadly. "And what about those three with you?" Bard motioned behind us, quick to change the subject. "You look at those three like a mother would to her children, though I also assume that they are not yours for the young one called you Aunt."

"You assume correct," I replied, taking a glance behind to see the three of them taking up the rear. Thenidiel between Beriohtarion and Balamaethor, the three of them laughing quietly to themselves. I smiled fondly before looking back to Bard. "they are my siblings kids. The twins belonging to my sister, and the girl belonging to my brother."

"Are they not worried for their children being away from home?" Bard questioned.

"My siblings are no longer with us, my sister entrusted them to me making me responsible for them. My brother died in battle, but unbeknownst to me and him...he had a little girl. The mother of Thenidiel, before she passed on told her to search for me...in a sense she too had entrusted her in my care." I smiled. "It is nice to know that my brother still lives on in her."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Bard replied as he led us around every twist and turns, under bridges and housing areas as some of the people on the sides starred on in wonderment as we walked by.

"What is this place?" Bilbo asked in astonishment, looking curiously around.

"This, Maser Baggins, is the World of Men." Thorin mumbled, looking around tense as we made our way through the group of people.

Silence settled between us as we made our way to where Bard lived until...

"Halt!" Someone yelled from our side. We had turned to the side and looked to see a guard on patrol looking our way