Renacida || Fili x MGIME OC ||

Divulging

Beorn arrived later the same night, once the rain stopped and left the sweet scent of its gentle storm on the cooler breeze.

The dwarves, for all their excitement, had dropped like rocks after dinner. As they settled down for the night in piles of straw, I showed them my neat trick by plopping into it, spreading my arms wide, and proclaiming, "Come to me, mis bebés!" Then, in a swarm, I chickens, goats, mice, ducks, and a wooly calf blanketed me.

They weren't as impressed as they should have been. But it made Fili grin, so he was definitely in the clear.

I had to sneak and shimmy my way out from my sleeping companions to meet Beorn, who was eating the plate of food I left out for him on the table. The warm glow of candlelight illuminated the dining area.

"There is an axe sticking out of the wall," muttered Beorn as I came in and climbed into a chair.

"Yeah. Surprising dwarves isn't always a good idea." I propped my elbows up on the table. My black hair tumbled loose around bare shoulders since the dress I wore was still tugged down enough to expose them. I picked out bits of straw from the strands.

"I did not think they would arrive today," Beorn said, then groaned tiredly as he took a seat. "You said it would be sunny."

"Obviously I'm not always right."

"Mm. That could be dangerous in the future. Almost knowing, but not."

I let out a sigh of my own. "I know." Then with a smirk, I said, "You just couldn't help yourself, could you? Chasing them?"

Beorn chuckled. "They were not harmed."

"Physically. But mentally? You might have given a few some nightmares."

"Bah. Doubt it."

We shared smiles. A stray mouse who had been tangled up in my hair found its way out, so I picked up the tiny thing and cupped it in the palm of my hand. It curled up and went back to sleep under the gentle brush of my thumb.

"So, did you tell them?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Everything?"

"Mostly everything." I did not look at Beorn, and because of this, the skin-changer grunted and chewed on a strawberry.

"Tis a hard thing, holding possible futures in your grasp, unknowing to which the right one could be."

"Or none of them could be right, and I'm just a dumbass who thinks she can do anything about it."

Beorn patted me on the head. His thick hand enveloped the top of my skull. I laughed, as faint as it was. "Worry not. You are strong and resourceful. I am certain that whatever may pass, you shall weather it."

"Thanks, Beorn."

"Now go back to bed. I'm sure tomorrow will be as busy for you as it was tonight." He smirked half to himself, half to me. "Since you wanted them here so badly, you can worry about feeding them until the orc numbers clear enough for travel."

"Rude." But I chuckled and pushed myself out of the chair. My feet landed softly on the worn wooden floor, and I held the little mouse close to my chest. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I left Beorn to his own late meal and returned to my patch of straw and animals. Thorin, though sleeping, sat upright against the wall, arms folded across his chest and head tucked down. He had probably fallen asleep making sure all of us were still being watched over.

Bilbo slept deeply on my left side. A couple of hens huddled close to him. He and some of the other dwarves had been given blankets and pillows where they could be spared, so while he currently enjoyed the warmth of a green blanket covering him, he still used his corduroy jacked as a makeshift pillow. Or, rather, something to separate his head from the straw.