Bard of Laketown

Part Thirty-Six

PART THIRTY-SIX

UNKNOWN POV

Two young dwarves are standing behind one of the wooden houses, their eyes worried. "Shouldn't Areya be back?" His blue eyes dart from side to side, as if looking for somebody.

"Patience, Fili. You know how it is, with lovers. Oh... no you don't." His dark eyes are filled with mirth and he chuckles.

They hear footsteps coming towards them and press themselves up against the wall, but it is only a young boy, with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. "Where is my father?" he asks in a groggy tone.

The two dwarves exchange glances. The blue eyed one puts his hands on the boy's shoulders. "He's just gone off to work, is all, boy. I wouldn't worry."

It is clear he is hiding something, but the young boy does not know this. "Oh. I just wanted to tell him goodbye." He walks back into the house, and the door clicks shut behind him.

The dwarves let out a long breath. "For Durin's sake, Fili! You should have told the boy the truth!" The dark haired one looks troubled.

"And what is the truth?" Fili hisses. "Kili, we do not know what happened to his father. Kidnapped, murdered, or working. Any of those things could have happened! And I am not about to tell the boy that his father might possibly be dead!"

Kili claps his brother's shoulder. "I suppose you're right, brother. And I know you are worried about the elf..." he trails off and winks at Fili, who rolls his eyes.

"In the name of Durin! Yes, I am worried about her! But you must be too, or else you are more like our uncle then I would think." He turns on his heel and walks away. "I need to find her. But not now. Those children need to be taken care of, and I don't trust you to do a well enough job."

Kili blinks rapidly. He has never even met children before, much less taken care of one. Neither has his brother, but Fili's heart is kinder and more compassionate. They are both young for dwarves, but possess great amounts of bravery and courage for their age.

Both now are thinking of their majestic kingdom, and of their companions who travel to meet a dragon.

Far over the forest, and up on the side of the mountain, Thorin Oakenshield and eight other dwarves sit up on the rock face. "I will never forgive myself if something happens to our burglar," Bofur, who's face is normally warm and happy, is now looking despaired. The other dwarves nod. Their eyes keep glancing down into the mountain, where somewhere inside, a hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins searches for the heart of the mountain, the Arkenstone.

It is difficult to find amidst the billions of gold coins and jewels, but at last he sees it, giving off a faint white glow. Bilbo walks slowly and carefully, knowing that one wrong step means the difference between life and death.

The coins give off a loud clinking noise every time he steps, and he winces, his heart thumping in his ears as he thinks of what will happen if he wakes the dragon, who is lying somewhere under the vast treasure, waiting to awaken.

A/N: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE WRITING IN THE THIRD PERSON!! I'M GOING TO CONTINUE THIS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!! AND ALSO- I KNOW THAT IN THE MOVIE BOFUR STAYS AT BARD'S HOUSE, BUT I WANTED HIM TO GO ALONG WITH THE DWARVES! IT JUST SEEMED TO WORK BETTER WITH MY RETELLING! -xxx Natasha