The Scarlet Witch/ Hobbit:The Desolation of Smaug

Chapter 2: Beorn

Hello Readers,

I have finished writing this book and I am now on the editing faze. More parts will be added as I go so be on the look out for those within these next couple days.

Thank you all for being patient and for reading this story.

Yes, there will be a third book in this trilogy. And yes, I do plan on continuing it into the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I'm gonna start writing the third Hobbit book as soon as I'm done with this one. 

If you want any updates, or have any questions, please comment, tell me what you think. I would really appreciate some feedback from you guys.

Another note, I am also currently writing different stories, not just the hobbit. So any Supernatural, Avengers, The Walking Dead, Harry Potter, or The Boys fans out there. Stay tuned.

-Your Author.

I wake up the next morning, a bit later than I usually do. I look to both my left and rights sides, seeing that Fili and Kili are already up and about. The sound of bees fill the air as I climb to my feet. After waking myself fully, I remember all the things the brothers have told me, about all my doubts and whatnot. I have to believe, I have to. As I stretch my arms above my head, I glance to my left to Bilbo standing from his bedroll.

"Good morning, Bilbo." I greet him, smiling brightly.

"Morning, Y/N." He greets back.

The pair of us walk out to where the rest of the dwarves are, where it looks like they have gathered at a giant table, eating. The table was lined with various types of foods. An extremely tall, rough looking man walks around the table, filling some of the dwarves glasses up with milk. This must be Beorn, the owner of the home.

Fili and Kili noticed my arrival and usher me to sit with them on their bench. I sit down between them before helping myself with some of the foods in front of me. Beorn made another circle around the table and begins filling my cup up. I smile at the tall as a thank you, which he returns, slightly.

"So you are the one they call Oakenshield. Tell me--why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?" Beorn asks Thorin, who is leaning against a pillar behind me.

"You know of Azog. How?" Thorin looks to the tall man.

"My people were the first to live in the mountains...before the orcs came down from the north. The Defiler killed most of my family. But some he enslaved." Beorn explains. My gaze catches the metal chains on his wrists. I peek into his mind just a bit but I back off because I felt the pain and trauma. 

"Not for work, you understand...but for sport. Caging skinchangers and torturing them seemed to amuse him."

"There are others, like you?" Bilbo asks him from the table.

"Once there were many." He answers.

"And now?" Bilbo asks again, curiously.

"Now there is only one."  Beorn answers gravely as everyone in the room look around grimly. Beorn changes the subject. "You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn."

"Before Durins day falls, yes." Gandalf confirms from his spot at a different table.

As I listen to their conversation, two tiny white mice crawl around in front of me on the table. I noticed some of the other dwarves shooing the tiny creatures away, but I didn't. One came up to me and smelled my hand a bit. I open my palm for it. The little mouse climbs up and perches itself in my hand. I bring it closer to my face as I make small kissie faces at it. It leans up and boops my nose with it's own. It's tiny little whiskers danced across my skin as it examined me. I giggled lightly as a few other mice from the table follow in their friends footsteps.