Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings Imagines

Thorin ~ Battleborn 5

The sprint out into the cool evening air was refreshing, even as they still ran for their lives, finally stopping when they realised that the goblins weren't following.

Evanna was drawing in deep lung fulls of air, her hands resting on her knees, even as Thorin rounded on her.

"What did you think you were doing?" He growled.

She stared at him. "What?"

He frowned, fury and something else hidden in his gaze. "Antagonising him like that. You are lucky he didn't kill you."

"I had it under control."

"Well it didn't look like it."

"Well I did until you decided to try and act all noble-"

"Noble? If it wasn't for me he would've already been torturing you-"

"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have ended up bound-"

"You decided to fight them!"

"I wasn't going to go down without a fight!"

"They could've-"

"Enough." Dwalin said quietly, looking between the two. "It doesn't matter. We escaped."

The two glared at each other before looking away.

Dwalin lets out a slow breath. "Honestly, both of you are lucky you didn't get killed. Neither of you have a point to argue."

"I can argue all I damn want, it won't make a difference." Evanna muttered angrily under her breath.

Thorin shoots her a furious look but Dwalin's heavy gaze stopped him saying anything.

Gandalf was counting their numbers. "Where's Bilbo?"

There was a panicked look around as they all realised that the hobbit was not with them.

"Curse that halfling, now he's lost." Dwalin grumbles. "We can hardly go back and look for him."

"Well, when did you last see him?" Gandalf asked impatiently.

"I thought I saw him slip away when they first collared us." Nori said.

"Mr Baggins saw his chance and took it then." Thorin said coldly. "He's thought of nothing but his warm hearth and armchair since he left home."

"As have the rest of us." Evanna grumbles.

Thorin shoots her a look. "You had a chance to stay in yours."

Evanna folds her arms and looks away, for once remaining silent, Dwalin was the only one who saw the flicker of pain across her face.

However, it soon took an unexpected turn as Bilbo appeared before them, and spoke in earnest as to why he came back.

Evanna would have been listening but she suddenly felt as if something was wrong. She'd spent too long following her battle instinct to know when things were about to go bad.

Her gaze moved up the mountain path and her eyes went wide, her grip tightening on her sword.

"Thorin."

Thorin looked at her and followed her gaze just as the hunting call went out.

"Out of the frying pan-"

"-and into the fire. Run!"

They fled from the warg pack straight to the edge of a cliff where they had no choice but to climb the trees.

Thorin took Evanna's hand and helped her up to the branch that he was on.

"Any bright ideas this time?" He asked grimly.