The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

The Last Days of Peace

Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story! It makes me happy! So this chapter (and Thorin) is inspired by that video and I tried to have him stay in character...well...tried to haha. Any grammar mistakes that you see I apologize, I read this over countless of times and I may have overlooked them. So, I still hope you enjoy this chapter and it's easy to read, ENJOY!

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 the movies belong to those two wonderful men who bought Middle-Earth to life!

We had been staying at our lodgings for quite some time. Weeks had passed and the company was close to being at full strength, I had overheard that tonight would be our last night here, for Thorin had gone to the Master and asked for a boat to take us across the waters and to the mountain.

Today was a day of rest for the company, no training, no preparation, and no worries. The last day to enjoy the peace and quiet for we did not know what awaited us when we reach Erebor.

On this particular day, I decided to walk around Lake-Town, exploring a village I had visited every so often during its prime while I was a Captain in Greenwood. And though it was a day of rest, my mind was plagued by nightmares.

"Reclaiming the mountain...will come at a price." Tirananniel's voice echoed in my mind. "This is set in stone I'm afraid...the direct line of Durin will never sit on that throne."

Flashes of Fili and Kili being struck by arrow after arrow, and Thorin with his head on my lap...blood gushing from the wound through his abdomen caused me to halt in place.

'Thorin...' I thought sadly, averting my gaze to the ground as flashes of the vision surfaced.

I saw myself standing in the great hall of Erebor. Elves and dwarves standing in their finest clothing. Three altars stood in the middle, and on top the altars lay Thorin, Fili and Kili...dressed in clothes fit for royalty. Eyes closed, motionless, pale, and peacefully sleeping. I stood closest to Thorin's altar along with the company beside me, their heads lowered and tears in some of their eyes.

I had knelt in front of Thorin's altar, tears falling from my eyes and I had placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Guren níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenitham. (My heart shall weep until I see you again)." I repeated, remembering what I had said in the vision. "I will always love you, Mell nín (My beloved)."

I shook my head, hoping to banish the images from my mind.

'It cannot be set in stone...' I thought, gritting my teeth. 'I will not accept it...'

Even though it was supposed to be a time of peace...I could not find rest. The closer I got to Thorin the more I began to think of the vision Tirananniel had shown me. I would always see such destruction and I could not keep the vision at away...and it hurt every time I saw Thorin lay motionless on that altar.