The Desolation of Smaug (Editing)

In the Heat of the Moment

(Bre's POV)

Dwalin let out a small laugh. I jumped up at the sound of his laugh breaking the silence. Thorin placed a hand on my shoulder, calming me.

Dwalin snarled. "Now is not the best of times to be getting engaged."

Thorin smiled. "It is the best time to do so. After all, I want her to know how I feel before it is too late."

Ori said, "I still think Kili would have been a better suitor."

Thorin rolled his eyes. "The best is who she deems so."

Dwalin crossed his arms as he leaned against the mountain. "So tell me Thorin. Did you plan the wedding day?" He smirked.

Thorin simply  smiled and looked at him. I let out a small laugh. Everything felt right, and if everything was going to be in my favor, Thorin would return home with me. But then I paused, feeling something strange from the ground, like a small tremble. Then, the whole mountain shook.

"Was that an earthquake," Nori asked.

"That my lad," Balin stood up and faced us, "was a dragon."

My eyes widened, and I looked at Thorin. "Shouldn't we help him?"

Thorin looked away. "He is not screaming, so he must have all his limbs."

My eyes widened more. "What? But he's against a dragon!"

"And he has not screamed for help." Thorin looked back at me. "He is fine."

Dwalin laughed. "I couldn't agree more. Knowing him, he'd scream so loud that we'd hear him across the world if he was poked by a needle."

I looked at Thorin, pursing my lips. "What if he can't scream? What if he can't call out for help?" I stood less than a foot from Thorin now. "Will we help him then?" Balin was in the corner of my eye, frowning.

Thorin paused. "We shall see."

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(Caleniel's POV)

"Now for dessert--"

"Dessert?" Tilda raised a brow. "What is that?"

I let out a small laugh, but then I paused remembering how hard of times this town had. The times had been hard for years. It made sense they never had money for dessert. I cleared my throat and looked at Bard. He simply nodded. I turned to Tilda. "Dessert is a dish that's usually sweet and not big. It is usually eaten after dinner."

Bain turned to Bard with furrowed brows. "Can we have that?"

Bard nodded. "Of course we can."

I smiled. "Why don't you all cut the fruit? That'll make it sweeter."

"Okay." Sigrid gleefully began to chop an apple.

I took a seat at the table across from where Bard stood. "Are you sure it's all right to make dessert? I wouldn't want you to run out of food," I whispered.

Bard let out a small laugh. "Bah, it's fine," he whispered. "I'm simply glad that they are smiling in such a crucial time."

I paused and lowered my eyes. "You speak of the Dwarves, not the food."

Bard locked his gaze with mine. "Who else would I speak of?" He smiled. "The Elves are what help us live this well. Without them, we may not be here."

I nodded, and Bard smiled.

Kili grunted, and the ground began to shake, making the house shake and have sand enter the house through the roof. I paused, feeling smaller trembles. "This is no earthquake," I whispered.