Cloaked in Green

Chp 5: Quite Fond

All the dwarves cheered as they watched the three trolls turn to stone, after Gandalf broke the boulder. She only leaned against the large stone, catching her breath.

“You’re late.” She spoke as she turned to face the wizard as he climbed down. Sheathing her sword, she moved out in between the now troll statues. Landing softly on his feet, he snorted playfully in her direction.

“A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.” shaking her head, she was about to say a tart response but her thoughts were interrupted.

“Ooy, get your foot out of my back!”

Dwalin's rough voice reminding them about the dwarves still on the spit. Rushing over, Gandalf and L.D. began to quickly kick dirt onto the embers. She was well aware that they were all staring, however it did not bother her like it usually did.

“Let me go untie the other’s and Gandalf will help get you down.” nodding slowly and staring the dwarves on the spit, still seemed very much shocked. Moving around to see the others, She noticed the same kind of looks.

Picking up her small dagger from where she had dropped it. She carefully crouched down next Oin, raising an eyebrow slightly. He nodded, understanding her silent question. Smiling, she grabbed the rope knot from around the opening of the bag, away from his face, cutting it. Balin was the one who broke the silence as She moved over to free Bombur from his sack.

“You are no mere Ranger lass." He said not in the form of a question but more as if stating a fact. She not knowing what to say, plainly nodded, cutting Bombur loose as she did.

“But, how?” he asked questionly. she froze and raised an eyebrow at him…

“Your ring”he replied, gesturing his head to her hand. She had all but forgotten the emerald ring on her thumb. She smiled at the dwarf shaking her head in mild wonder. Not many people were aware of the heirloom and it's connection.

“You are far too wise for your own good mister Balin. Why am I not surprised that you’re the first to piece it together.” she moved over to grab the knot on his bag, freeing him.

“Piece, what together?” Kili asked as she grabbed at the knot on his potato bag. Balin chuckled as he kicked his bag away with his feet.

“So it is true,-” he stopped before he stopped to stare again “So you are-”

Gandalf, after helping the last dwarf off the spit. “Yes, you are quite right, Master Balin."

She rolled her eyes softly as she moved over to release Fili, eyes focusing solely on the rope ties, he let out a laugh at her pained expression. “He forgets I can talk for myself now.” she explained with a wince that had him chuckling.

With her head still down, she shuffled over to Bilbo and freed him from his potato sack, murmuring a small 'thank you' as she softly helped him up.

“But how?” Balin questioned Gandalf who only chuckled back. “I have never heard Of a female being born into the line.”

“Twins, Master Dwarf, a boy and a girl.”

"Would someone please explain what in Mahal's name you lot are going on about?" Dwalin gruffed as he pulled his spenders back on. She heard murmurs from the others, agreeing.

Throughout helping the others, She managed to purposely avoid looking in his direction. Out of all in the company, Thorin’s reaction was the one that she became most unsure of. She feared that he would only resent her even more, for it was clear he didn’t trust her, and she don't blame him if he did.