The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

It Was Supposed To Be A Celebration

Author's Note: Hello Hobbit Fans! The next few chapters I am hoping to make some fillers to grow Thorin and Belle's relationship a little more so at the end it is clearly noticeable. Just giving you, the readers, a heads up is all. I would like to thank everyone who comment, vote, and follows my story. Made me feel all giddy inside lol. Thank you for getting my views to 1K! Amazing!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit! All rights belong to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Anything you recognize from the book or from the movies all belong to those two wonderful men that bought Middle Earth to life. I do hope you enjoy this chapter, we begin to see how...vile and judgmental some people can be and the bonds that are forming between Belle and her newly discovered niece, along with Belle and the line of Durin. I am sorry again, but I still hope that it is still easy enough to read. Enjoy enjoy!

"You must forgive dear Alfrid, he did not mean to overlook you and your friends. He can be a bit of a pain in my back side..." The Master said as he walked beside Thorin.

Just after we had that little scene in front of the Masters house we had been escorted to an empty housing area that was cleared off and graciously given to us to use for as long as we stayed in Lake-Town.

Once we got settled the Master had announced a feast in Thorin's honor and that is were we are now, being escorted by guards with the Master walking up front speaking with Thorin.

"I'm sure he was busy." Thorin mumbled, nodding his head and brushing the incident aside.

"This feast is being prepared by the best cooks, they are my personal chefs! They are simply amazing!" The Master proclaimed happily. "Everyone will be there for merriment and cheer in your honor! This feast is for you and your company so enjoy and we will talk about providing you provisions for your quest to the Mountain!"

We arrived to what I assumed was the Main Hall for there were a bunch of people crowded around outside, already drinking and eating and once the Master led us inside he had left to speak with those that were gathered.

"This way my King." Alfrid smiled, motioning toward the long table at the very back. "Your company is to sit at the Masters table as to his request."

The company began to follow Alfrid and the moment we came to the table I noticed that there was only sixteen chairs, well, sixteen plus a big chair at the very middle of the table where I assume the Master would sit and a smaller seat beside him.

"I'm sorry." Alfrid said stopping me from going any further. "This table is reserved for the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

''Belle and her kin are apart of our company." Balin defended, being the closest to hear Alfrid above the noise of the people in the hall.

"This elf and her friend," Alfrid said motioning to Thenidiel. "can sit on one of the other tables."

Balin was about to deny his statement, but I had beat the elder dwarf to it, placing a hand upon his shoulder and looked straight to Alfrid.

"That is fine..." I said, void of emotion, looking to Thenidiel. "Stay close to me, and do not leave my side. If you do, be sure that you are at least with someone from the company or with your cousins."

"Bellethiel and her kin are part of our company." Thorin stated strongly, glaring at Alfrid. "They sit with us."

Alfrid hesitated just a bit, turning to glare up at me before stopping a passing maid, commanding them to bring two extra chairs.

"Thenidiel will sit beside us." Beriohtarion stated, linking his arm with Thenidiel, with Balamaethor doing the same on the opposite side.

"Thank you." I nodded toward my nephews. "Keep a close eye on each other and be on your best behaviors. We do not want to anger the Master."