Fire and Water ThorinxMermaid!OC

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To Loreth it seemed like the dwarves had been down there for an age but in reality it had to have been close to an hour. With each bump, thump, rumble, and roar she felt more of the need to go down there, but it would be against Thorin's wishes.

The woman went back and forth with herself if she should go or not but decided that the risk of children's lives at stake, was too great of a cost. No matter how bad her heart yearned to go down there and help. She stayed put. Not without crying to herself to the point of exhaustion though. For all she knew. Her friends were dying down there.

A loud crashing of stone shook through the night. Loreth head turned to see the once great door of Erebor crumbling down and a dragon, covered in liquid gold crawling out.

His booming voice could be heard echoing off the mountain, full of pain and despair.

"REVENGE! I WILL SHOW YOU REVENGE!" Smaug took to the sky, sending glittering gold falling from his scales. Whatever Loreth had imagined dragons to look like, this was not it. But his enormity alone was terrifying. It was a beautiful sight but it was deadly. The dragon spun high in the sky, removing any remaining gold. Heading straight for the little Lake-Town.

Loreth closed her eyes, hopelessly. It was fate then unwinding as it must. She was unable to prevent anything from happening. Smaug would bring his wrath upon Lake-Town for no reason. People, families, children were going to die. Loreth thought that for a short second, Bard was right. All of this, because Thorin wanted the wealth of his home. A "blind ambition" Bard called it. Perhaps he was right.

Loreth continued to wait patiently hoping someone would come to her. But they did not, they stayed below, watching the dragon rain fire to Lake-Town. She allowed her eyes to break away from the horrific sight to find Thorin. Her brows furrowed when she saw that he was not watching the dragon slaughter families but turned his back to it, eyes on the mountain.

Loreth felt a sick feeling enter her gut at that. He didn't care for the men of the lake. His sights were set on the treasure within the mountain. Balin had been right as well; whatever curse was on that gold, it had taken root in Thorin's heart like his grandfather, Thror.

The woman was so trapped in her thoughts that she did not hear Balin behind her.

"I'm afraid that our king is falling further into madness, dear Loreth."

At first his sudden words caused Loreth to flinch but she sighed once she realized it was just him.

"Will he come out of it?" She wondered.

Balin shook his head, "I do not know. Perhaps you can get him to see reason before he becomes too consumed. It has begun to take his heart, he will only get worse if we do not do something."

"What is it exactly?" Loreth asked, as she watched Thorin head back into the mountain alone.

"We call it dragon sickness. A wealth like the one in these halls, will turn men into beasts. Dwarves who are...uh greedy by nature are usually the first to succumb to it."

Loreth sighed at that, and turned to look at him, "then pray we can find our king in there somewhere." She held out a hand asking Balin to help her up which he did. She thanked him and headed for the passage.

Balin tried to stop her, "I wouldn't go in, lass."

Her brows furrowed," why not?"

Balin looked at her with concern for her safety, "Thorin isn't himself. He's unpredictable at the moment. There's no saying what he may do to you in this state."