Hobbit One-Shots Book 2

made you look

A/N: Yes I'm back an ready to write once more...sorry for the long wait but heres my first attempt after so long...please be gentle. Now imagine you're a human from our world in rivendell and you over hear your crush kili saying how pretty some of the elf maids look and giving one a wink and you get upset ...so to make a point you decide to sing and dance for the company (especially for kili)

You sighed again as you had to watch the one man in the whole company that you were crushing on since the moment you landed in Middle Earth and joined the Company of Oakenshield, flirting with a elven woman playing the harp. That trollop even smiled at him and blushed  when he gave her a flirty wink and smiled back and yet still she kept playing that harp without missing a note to her stupidly perfect musical piece that she played for Lord Elronds dinner guests here in the to perfect daisy making snobs of Rivendell. The audacity of her made you grump even more under your breath to your seat mate, Oin, who couldn't hear a word of what you were saying so it was safe to mutter a bit. Of course you forgot about your other seat mate on the other side of you who had perfectly good hearing , Mr. Dwalin, and heard your muttering to yourself.

"Figures, rather snuggle with some stick." you softly griped as you crossed your arms and looked away so you didn't have to see him making eyes at the elegantly slender woman who was the complete opposite of you. Her hair was so long and dark falling like a sleek waterfall down her back to her perfect dainty waist that made you want to puke from how perfect she was. You on the other hand was not tall or slender with a tiny waist but short and very curvy all over especially in the bosom department. Your hair was not sleek  but was unruly and seemed unmanageble each time you tried to contain it in some kind of tail or bun when you were tired of it brushing the back of your shoulder blades or getting in your face once again. Hell, the lady elf probaly could sing with such beauty that it would mesmerize the men into falling all over themselves just to get to hear a single note of her sweet voice unlike your own which if a it was on key once it would be a miracle...most men would probaly run screaming for the hills as they called you a banshee with its screeching tones, making a sign of warding against evil as they fled from the sounds coming out of your throat. Suddenly you heard a humph off to your side and glancing over you see Dwalin looking at you before turning his eyes over to where Kili sat who with a quick glance at the older dwarf that was glaring at his words began to try to take back what he said. 

"I can't say  I fancy elves myself, too thin.  They're all high cheekbones and creamy skin. Not enough facial hair for me." with a quick glance behind him he sees another elf walking around playing a small harp close by and with a devilish smirk that both disgusted you and yet made you yearn it was directed at you, he commented to the elder man. "Although, that one there's not bad." his smile faded a bit when Mr. Dwalin leaned forward.

"That's not an Elf maid." he spoke in his gruff voice to the dark haired archer who got a stunned look upon his face just as the elf turned around and revealed that they were male and not maid. Seeing the dunbfounded look upon the handsome archers face made you snort in laughter that was swiftly followed by the others surrounding him as his cheeks reddened in discomfiture at the situation. 

"That's funny." he glared as he looked down at the table and grabbing up his drink to wash away his embarrassment of his words. Seeing how uncomfortable he was feeling you felt bothered by the look in his eyes and his words that he spoke once again coming back to the problem of him prefering the look of elves over someone like you. You knew you have always struggled with the image of yourself , believing that all men prefer someone more like elves with thier slender and graceful build over your own curvy and ungraceful gait that was akin to having two left feet as you tripping over thin air when walking. You decided to in that moment to just drink the wine the elves were pouring into your goblet instead of thinking anymore on the token of your obsession over these last few weeks on the road. Trying to dampen the emotions swirling inside your heart you drank the heady wine without thinking of the effects it would have on your human body and before you realized it you were drunk and the courage that you never had before when talking to the opposite sex suddenly engulfed you, which resulted in what happened next. Later you would wish that someone had taken mercy on you and ended your misery from the reminder of your bleeting out a song from your world that Bofur had pleaded to hear  so he could see the difference between your homes.