The Girl Who Believed (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

One Last Time

*Thorin's POV*

The Golden floor beneath my feet shimmers in its radiant hue. All I can think of is how magnificent it will be to have every inch of Erebor redone in the pure golden solidity. Being smothered just as Smaug was in this good still won't be enough. It will never be enough.
Wait.
No, it won't be enough. None of it could pay the price of satisfaction. I stop in the center of the Golden floor and my mind is filled with voices of the people I know, Dwalin,Balin,Bard,Bilbo,and Gandalf. I stand still hearing Dwalins first then followed by my own,Balin's,Bards,Bilbo's,and Gandalfs.

Dwalin-"You sit here...with a crown upon your head...you are lesser now than you have ever been..."

Thorin- "...but a treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost..."

Balin- "...a sickness lies upon that treasure..."

Bard- "...the blind ambition of a mountain-king..."

Thorin- "...AM I NOT THE KING....this gold...is ours...and ours alone."

Balin-"...treasure..."

Thorin- "...I will not part with a single coin..."

Bard- "...he could not see beyond his own desire..."

Thorin- "...as if I was some lowly dwarf lord....Oakenshield..."

Balin-"...a sickness that drove your grandfather mad..."

Thorin- "...Oakenshield..."

Dwalin- .. this is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror..."

Thorin- "...I am not my grandfather...my grandfather."

Gandalf-"...you are the heir to the throne of Durin..."

Dwalin-"...they are dying out there."

Gandalf- "...take back...take Erebor..."

Dwalin-"...Dain is surrounded... surrounded...is surrounded...Dain is surrounded..."

Gandalf- "...take back your homeland..."

Bilbo- "...you are changed, Thorin..."

Thorin- "...I am not my grandfather..."

As I hear these whispers I stare at the golden floor. It is as if I can see Smaug snaking his way beneath me. I hear his hisses ad deep voice.
"Not one piece of it..." the voice hisses. As the voices get louder it then goes silent and I hear another voice.

"Thorin."

I recognize her voice. I would know it from anywhere.

"I wanted to help you....give it to you and you would be lost to us!.... The Arkenstone...I saw your face....in your eyes......Thorin.....I care about you!..... Lost to us...I believe in you....Thorin, wake up......I saw your face.....cold....the look I saw in your eyes....cruel.....I wanted to help you.....Thorin, wake up!... I believe in you....WAKE UP!"

I jump and look around hearing nothing but the silence. The floor beneath me sinks as if it's swallowing me up. All the voices on atop the other begin shouting and I hear it all. I scream as I sink into the gold unable to get out or move.
"This gold will be your death..." I hear Gandalf's voice say.
"Thorin wake up!" I hear Molly's voice shout again.
"AGH!" I scream gasping and clawing away. Just before I'm engulfed in the gold I feel myself stumble.
I see the floor is normal again and it seems as if I have been fully awakened. I turn around to see Erebor. The walls and halls I ran through as a child. I then hear one more voice. My own....