The air was cold. Azalea's eyes opened as she took in her surroundings. She was flying. How the hell was she flying?
She just noticed the eagle carrying her when she passed out again.
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When she woke again, her arm hurt considerably less. She sat up, looking around. The dwarves stood around someone, probably Thorin. He was yelling at someone. Gandalf stood beside her.
"I stopped the bleeding in your arm. It was all I could do," he told her.
"Thank you."
Everyone fell silent at those feeble words. Thorin let go of Bilbo and turned to face the direction of the words.
"Move."
The dwarves parted, letting Thorin through. He kept walking and knelt when he got to Azalea and embraced her.
"I thought I'd lost you," he said.
"I didn't realize you cared so much," Azalea said, laughing. This time, he didn't deny it. He let go of her.
"Look, there's a bird flying toward the mountain."
"That, dear Bilbo, is a thrush," Gandalf said, smiling.
Everyone stared at the small bird making its way through the air. Azalea examined the mountain, finding beauty in its jagged silhouette.
"We'll take it as a sign," Thorin said, wrapping his arms around Azalea's shoulders. "A good omen."
"The dragon's reign is ending," Azalea agreed. "Let the age of dwarves being."
"I do believe the worst is behind us," Bilbo assumed.
Everyone agreed, staring at the mountain in the distance. A slight feeling of doubt crept into Azalea's mind, but she ignored it.
Nothing was going to mess this up.
END OF PART ONE
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