The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

Esgaroth

Author's Note:Hello everyone! Thank you everyone for reading! I've decided I think I'm going to update as much chapters as I have and just get everyone caught up (or at least try to).

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit! All rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Anything you notice from the book and movie belongs to these two wonderful men who bought Middle Earth to life! Any grammar mistakes you see I apologize if I had overlooked it. (Also the movie had inspired me to keep on writing! I mean, I wasn't going to stop but it got me to want keep pushing forward).

I woke up the next day in a bit of a haze, it was lighter than usual so I assumed that it was morning already, or at least early morning for I heard the dwarves snoring in the other room.

I moved my right leg just a bit and felt the pain had lessened slightly overnight. I pushed the blankets off and swung to the side, stretching my limbs out.

There was a slight snoring from my side and I looked to see Thorin slouched in the chair he had occupied last night.

'I did not think that he would stay...' I smiled sweetly, taking one of the blankets from the bed and limped slightly toward where Thorin sat, draping the fabric over his shoulders and being careful not to wake him.

"Thank you..." I whispered quietly, and carefully making my way out of the room.

"Nana." Thenidiel smiled from a table away from the sleeping company. Sitting with her was Beriohtarion and Balamaethor, drinking what looked to be something steaming hot. "Come sit with us."

I stepped over the forms of the company and made my way toward my family, slowly lowering myself on an empty chair beside Thenidiel.

"I should advise you, as a healer, that you shouldn't be up on your feet...but I don't think you would listen." Thenidiel smiled, handing me a cup of tea. "How are you feeling?"

"My leg is a little sore, but it is not as bad as yesterday." I answered, patting my thigh.

"Show me." Thenidiel said, patting the space between us.

I lifted my leg slowly and placed it on the bench as Thenidiel began to inspect it over, staring carefully at the wound before reaching into a small pack beside her for some white fabric.

"The red around the wound is gone, the athelas did its wonders." Thenidiel smiled, securing the wrapping. "Now, only time will heal the opening."

"Thank you gwilwileth..." I smiled, putting my leg back down.

"Gwilwileth?" Beriohtarion questioned.

"Why don't we have nicknames Nana?" Balamaethor chuckled.

"How about Trouble one and Trouble two?" Thenidiel smiled as Balamaethor glared slightly.

"You wound me dear sister!" Beriohtarion said, placing a hand over his heart.

"I would agree with her..." I mumbled quietly, taking a sip from my cup.

"How rude..." Balamaethor mumbled sadly.

"That is for pushing me into the water..." I replied simply.

"You think the Master will summon us?" Thenidiel questioned thoughtfully.

"I do hope so." I stated. "If not, I know who to look for."

"I think another encounter will have that poor man peeing in his trousers." Balamaethor shot back at me.

"If that would send him a message." I smirked.