A Thorn In My Side

Damn Elf

AN: so, I saw this and it made me cry. I love you Thorin, your loss broke my heart. RIP Thorin, King Under The Mountain.

After the terrifying chase, Radigast handed me off to an elf. Normally the Took in me would have yelled in delight, but the Baggins in me was too concerned over how dreadfully tired I was becoming. My chest throbbed painfully, and was quickly becoming sticky with my blood. The elf who had placed me in front of him had long brown hair, and smiled in a friendly way down at me.

"I am Lord Elrond of Rivendell. You have nothing to fear from me nor any in my House halfling." His voice was deep and resembled that of a flowing river.

"Thank you." I managed.

I drifted off to the rythmatic beating of hooves on the earth as he and his men rode on.

Thorin's POV

That damned wizard had led us into a warg's den. Worse still was the burglar had been kidnapped by the mad man. Stupid boy, he could have at least drawn the toothpick of a sword. Gandalf was talking in elvish to an someone. It was his fault Baggins was taken. Damn him. That's how I found my company here. I refused to leave a man behind, dwarf or not.

A loud trumpet interrupted my (pouting) thoughts. "On me!" I yelled.

Soon enough my company was in a defensive position around me. What I saw next nearly stopped my heart. The hobbit was unconscious and covered in blood in the lap of an elf.

"Bilbo!" Kili yelled.

"Hand him over!" I thundered. 

The elf simply raised an eyebrow at me. "I am simply going to see to, mr, Baggins health, Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror, King under the Mountain."

"He stays with us." I growled, not trusting him.

"I'll stay with him." Dwalin stepped forward.

I nodded after a moment of hard silence. "So be it."

I watched as they carried the lifeless body away, feeling an unidentified feeling in my chest. Pushing it away, I turned my sharp gaze on the elf.