Too Far Gone

Chapter 10

We arose at dawn.

Thorin had become odd, hurt almost.

He barely spoke a word as we got up.

But I could not pinpoint the cause.

Bain knocked loudly on the door before entering.

Thorin and I both immediately shot up as he abruptly came in.

A look of confusion struck his face as he looked at the untouched bed. He brought his stare back to the ground.

"My apologies if the bed was not what you'd thought." He said, still looking confused.

"No, it was fine. I simply thought it was unfair to be the one in it." I replied.

"Well, I'm sure the floor was quite comfy." He joked.

"T'was" Thorin added. That hurt in his voice echoed into me.

"Come down when you can, we will head for the forgery and begin work."

He stated as he began to exit the room.

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We left immediately.

Thorin remained fairly silent, something was not right.

We swerved and turned through the city's road.

Many men gave us looks of grief, perhaps they'd heard of the Lonely Mountain.

We walked along the stone path. Thorin stepped powerfully, his eyes were lit up with the faint rays of the rising sun through the thick clouds. There was hurt in them. Lost hope.

I brought my hand up and patted his shoulder lightly as Bain lead us through the city.

Only few people walked through Bree, it was quite early, but nonetheless they greeted Bain and shot pity-filled looks towards Thorin and I.

We reached the forgery. It was nearing the edge of the city. Men hit at heated metal, causing loud noises that echoed through the city. There were many sawhorses to forge the weapons upon. And a fire going in a stove to heat it.

"You'll get used to the noise." Bain said as he picked up a long, thin metal piece and handed it to Thorin.

He picked up another piece and placed it in my arms, then lead us around a corner. There were 7 sawhorses made of steel in a small room. There was a hole in the building. It faced out towards a few more residences and buildings, but more towards the forests.

"I'm sure you can take it from here." He said as he gestured towards the sawhorses.

A fire in a stone-carved piece sat at the end of the room that was not occupied by sawhorses. They circled the room.

Thorin did not speak a word.

He walked towards a sawhorse nearest to the great hole in the wall.

I followed behind.

A pair of pliers sat on the sawhorse. I grabbed the piece of steel with them and immediately made my way to the fire.

It was blazing bright, strong. It lit up my eyes as I waited for the metal to heat.

Thorin worked, still not saying a word.

I removed the steel and quickly sauntered back to the sawhorse. It burned bright orange. Thorin walked to the fire, steel in hand.

With the next swing of a hammer, I powerfully hit the steel repeatedly.

Hit by hit.

By hit.