Hopeless Wanderer (Hobbit Fanfic Story)

Chapter 33: The Lonely Mountain

As we moved out of the town and onto the shore, I watched as Bard pierced the dragon. Smaug then yelled and screamed in pain before falling into the water. The next morning, we walked around the shore. People were running on the shore, looking for loved ones. Sigrid and Tilda were yelling for their father.

Fili, Thingol, Óin, Bofur, Gilornel, Kyra, and I pushed a boat out to the water, prepared to join the others. I looked back to see Kili talking with Tauriel. I refused to eavesdrop, but I could see it on their faces, they loved each other. That's when Legolas arrived, making Tauriel rather uncomfortable.

Before Kili joined us, he handed something to Tauriel before joining us. I gave Tauriel and Legolas the signature elf greeting by bowing and placing my hand on my heart before extending my hand out towards them. They did the same as they gave me warm smiles.

We made our way into the mountain around noon or so. The front of the mountain was destroyed. I feared the worst. Were they alright?

"Hello! Bombur? Bifur? Anybody?" Bofur called out.

As we made our way deeper into the passages, we yelled out the company's names. We got no response until we heard Bilbo. "Wait! Wait!"

As Bilbo ran towards us, I let out a relived sigh. Hopefully this means the others are alright.

"It's Bilbo. He's alive!" Bofur exclaimed.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! You need to leave." Bilbo confessed. "As a matter of fact, we all need to leave."

"We only just got here though." Bofur argued.

"What do you mean, Bilbo?" I asked.

"I tried talking to him, but he won't listen." Bilbo said.

"What do you mean, laddie?" Óin asked.

"Thorin! Thorin's been down there for days. He doesn't sleep, he barely eats. He's not been himself, not at all. It's this place. I think a sickness lies upon it." Bilbo explained.

"A sickness? What kind of sickness?" Kili asked.

My heart dropped. No. It can't be...it's the sickness that Elrond mentioned. I still remembered his words.

Have you forgotten the strain of madness that runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind, his father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear that Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall? Líreth and her children are part of my family, I refuse to put her in any danger.

"So he has already fallen." I muttered.

Gilornel, Kyra, and Thingol looked at me rather intrigued. Bilbo sighed. "It would seem so, Líreth. Fili? Fili!"

"Fili." I called out.

However Fili and the other dwarves were already down the stairs towards the giant chamber filled with gold. The rest of us followed along, and I gasped when I saw Thorin. He had a fur coat over his clothes and a crown on his head. His expression was different than the last time I saw him.

"Gold. Gold beyond measure, beyond sorrow and grieve." Thorin finally said as he walked around. His eyes then landed on us. "Behold, the great treasure hoard of Thrór."

Thorin then threw a jewel at Fili who caught it with ease. He then threw another at Thingol, which he also caught.

"Welcome, my sister's sons and my own children, to the Kingdom of Erebor." Thorin said, welcoming us. His eyes then landed on me as I stepped towards Thorin. "Amrâlimê."

Bilbo warned me not to go, but I ignored him as I walked towards him until I was merely feet away from Thorin. His once bright blue eyes were now clouded, it was no doubt that it was clouded from that damn sickness. I extended my hand out towards him. Thorin then walked closer, placing a hand on my cheek. I tried to control my breathing, afraid of what this sick Thorin would do. He took his other hand and held my hand before placing a kiss on the back of it.

"Líreth, my queen, you are alive." He said.

"As are you, nîn meleth." I replied. "When I saw the front of the mountain destroyed I was so worried that something happened."

He smiled. "I'm alright, amrâlimê. Better now that I have you, our children, and my nephews here."

He then leaned in and our lips met, moving in sync. It was a deep and passionate kiss, however once his hands began to wander, I lightly pushed him away.

"Thorin, not now, and certainly not here." I whispered.

He looked rather irritated, but before he could say anything, Nanor and the company approached us. I ran towards them, greeting and giving them all hugs.

"We were afraid that you wouldn't make it." Nanor said.

"Especially when Smaug began to attack the town." Oreth chimed in.

"But we're glad to have you back!" Balin exclaimed.

"We're all fine." I assured them. "And the dragon's dead thanks to Bard."

"Bard killed Smaug?" Mîlel asked, shocked.

"Oh yes! We saw him with our very own eyes." Kili backed me up.

"Is Sigrid alright?" Húron then blurted out, surprising us all. "And Tilda, and Bain of course."

"They're fine, they've reunited with their father." I replied. "Húron?"

"Yes?"

"If I didn't know any better I say you cared for Sigrid."

"I-I most certainty do not." Húron protested.

Oreth sniggered. "Oh please, I saw you making googling eyes at her when we were at Bard's house." 

We all laughed, and Húron wore a flustered look as he stormed out. The moment was short lived, however when Thorin sent all of us to look for his precious Arkenstone. As we searched for it, Thorin approached me. "Amrâlimê."

"Yes?"

"Follow me." He merely said before turning his back towards me.

I then followed him without saying a word. I followed him through the halls until we reached two giant doors. He opened the doors to reveal a giant bedroom, unlike anything I've seen since the first age. There was a fireplace, a giant bed with drapes, drawers, and along with some more furniture.

"What do you think?" He asked as we walked into the room.

"It's beautiful, a little dusty, but it's wonderful." I confessed. "I love it!"

"Wonderful, I'm relieved to hear that." Thorin said as he grabbed my hands. "Because this is our bedroom."

That's when he pushed me down onto the bed, capturing my lips in his. It was then when I knew I was going to spend a while in here, a very long while.