The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

Erebor

Author's Note: Hello everyone! Thank you everyone who's taking their time out to give my story a chance! Any grammar errors that you see in this chapter, forgive me! Though I do hope it's still easy to read AND that you still are able to ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit! All rights belong J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson! Anything you see from the movie or the books belong to those wonderful men who created such a wonderful world.

"Anything!" Thorin called out.

The next day, before the break of dawn, we had gotten up and left the ruins of Dale in search of the hidden door. It was now the day after, which means time was running out...we need to be at that door before the sun sets today. The place was barren with no signs of life, and here we stood in a valley of rocks.

"Nothing!" Dwalin yelled back from over another rocky hill.

I raced up further, making my way up to the top of the steep hill, sliding a bit as the rocks slide from under me. Thorin had given me and my kin the opportunity to have a look at the map, giving up a chance to search up high for any sign of where the secret door could be located.

"Do you see anything Bellethiel!" Thorin yelled up to me.

"Nothing, Beriohtarion! Balamaethor! Thenidiel!" I looked across to the other side of the rocky valley. "Anything on your part?"

"Nothing Nana!" Beriohtarion yelled out.

"It should be here! We're exactly where the map showed us!" Balamaethor growled out.

I jumped off the hillside and made my way to Thorin's side as he took out the map once more. I peered at it closely and looked at my surroundings before running further up the path, closer to the mountain.

"If the map is true, the hidden door lies directly above us." I heard Thorin call out, as my nephews and niece came to stand beside me.

"We're running out of time..." Beriohtarion commented.

"I know..." I mumbled, glancing above.

"If we don't find the door, we will never get into the mountain..." Balamaethor growled, cursing quietly to himself.

Thenidiel nudged Balamaethor hard in the ribs causing him to let out a grunt.

My eyes were averted elsewhere when I saw Bilbo run pass us and around a corner of the mountain.

"Keep searching..." I ordered as I went to follow the hobbit.

When I rounded the corner, I saw Bilbo smiling and looking up to the mountain. I followed his gaze and saw a massive statue of a dwarf carved into the side of the mountain. I looked closer and noticed that where the fabric of a coat was carved were what looked to be stairs.