Short Affections (Thorin x Reader x Bilbo) Book 1 of 3

Chapter [6]

Chapter 6

Just as you're about to give up hope, a figure ran across the boulders. A sigh of relief came from you. The trolls were beginning to surround you. They started to argue on how they would cook you, but their plans were short-lived. "The dawn will take you all!"

All the dwarves, you, and even the trolls, quickly looked to where Gandalf stood. "Who's that?"

"No idea."

"Can we eat him too?"

Gandalf lifted his staff and brought it down with so much force, the boulder split in two.

Almost instantly after the boulder was broken, the trolls began to cry out and try to shield themselves from the sun, completely forgetting that you were there.

Their cries died away as they turn to stone, where they will stand until the end of time.

As everyone cheered, you felt a dizzy feeling overcome you. You place your hand on your temple and leaned clumsily on the sword's handle for support. You looked down, only to find that your hands and arms were completely stained with your own blood. You knew that you were losing a little too much. "Sh-shit." You breathed out under your breath.

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As Bilbo looked over to you, he had expected to see you grinning and laughing, not standing there leaning on a blood stains blade. His eyes widened as you stumbled. He was about to call out for someone to help you, but then you started to stagger off in the direction that Gandalf had gone, using the sword as a walking stick. He wanted to go after you, to help you, but he couldn't, he was still stuck in a bag

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As you approach Gandalf, you called out him. "You were late."

He turned to face you with a smile on his old face. "My dear (Y/n), A wizard is never late, he arrives pro-"

You cut Gandalf off. "No, I mean you were supposed to break the rock when Bilbo was trying to distract the trolls, I was never supposed to get involved Gandalf!" You half whispered-half yelled.

Gandalf's face suddenly darkened. "What do you mean, are you saying your vision was wrong, or that something went wrong?"

"I know I am not wrong, that was how it was supposed to go." You stood there, trying to find a reason for it to have gone this way. The thought flashed in your mind. "Wait Gandalf, did anything block your way to or on your way back from Rivendell?"

There was a pause before he answered. "Yes, on my way back, two Orcs stood guard. I didn't give it much thought at the time, but now that I think about it, it seems like they were waiting for me to show up." He fumbled his eyebrows. "Why do you ask?"

"Because that wasn't supposed to happen, you should have had no problems on your way back. What is going on?"

Before he could reply, Thorin interrupted as he walked towards Gandalf. "Where did you go to, if I may ask?"

Gandalf winked at you before saying. "Oh, to look ahead."

Thorin stepped closer. "What brought you back?"

"Looking behind."

Your mind started to wander away from the conversation between the two men. Thoughts crossed you mind, how was your family doing? Do they know you're gone? How long have you been away, or has time stopped in your world.
Then a different question crossed your mind. How did you get here? You don't even remember the night before you came here! How are you going to get back? What if you don't find a way back!
Then your brain fixed on one idea in particular. It's not how you got here... it's 'who' brought you here... but who would-

"My sword."

You were snapped back into reality by the sudden comment that was directed at you.
You looked towards the owner of the voice, only to see Thorin glaring daggers at you. When you finally put two and two together, you looked down at the sword that you were using as a leaning post, you snorted. "Oh, this thing? I thought it was a walking cane, my bad."

You stood up straight and let the sword fall, but as soon as you did, you felt dizzy again, but tried not to let it show. You walked away... well, more like staggered away.

"(Y/n), I advise you to let Balin take a look at your wrists before you bleed to death!" Gandalf called after you. You didn't look back, all you did was give him a thumbs up while walking away, to let him know that you heard his words.

As soon as you were out of sight, Gandalf turned his attention to Thorin, who wad glaring in the direction that you had gone, while muttering something along the lines of 'a waste of supplies'. "Why must you do that?"

Thorin turned his glare towards Gandalf. "Do what?"

"You know 'what' Thorin!" Gandalf huffed. "Why must you be so hostile towards her when she has done nothing but help you dwarves!"

Thorin's frown deepened as he tried to find the words to fit his thoughts. "She insulted my father. Insulted my father's father. She mocked me about Erebor and the Arkenstone. She-"

"She was scared Thorin. She did not know where she was, or who you were at first. Anyone who is scared tend to lash out unintentionally Thorin. "Gandalf lend in towards him. "And we both know you would have been worse then her tongue."

Thorin growled, he couldn't think of anything to defend himself and he hated it. But what he hated more, was that Gandalf was right.

In a fit of anger, he stomped away from the gray wizard. Thorin could just feel the satisfied smile of Gandalf as he watched him leave.

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