Enigma | The Hobbit: Thorin Oakenshield |

Ch.2 - Betting On Me?

I groan in frustration and kick the small pebbles on the ground. The tension was way too high in that small room and it felt like I was suffocating through my own anger. Most of the dwarves definitely don't like me, especially Thorin. He made that very clear when he threatened to kill me. I wasn't even doing anything! I pull the hood over my head, when light footsteps and grumbling approach. Gandalf stands next to me in silence and puffs on his pipe, deep in thought. He says nothing and keeps his gaze over the vast land of Hobbiton. If it weren't for the loud ruckus occurring inside, then this place would almost seem peaceful. It's been awhile since I've felt peace. If I truly found it, then I'd have a place to call home right about now. Maybe that's why Gandalf wants me to go on the journey. But there's just one problem. Well, more like thirteen.

"I'm not going." I say in a monotone voice without glancing at him, "I don't trust dwarves." I shift my weight around and wait for his response, feeling anxious. He always had a way with words. It's why I lost every time it came to arguing with him. I might as well accept defeat and take back my words of not attending.

Gandalf hums and blows a bit of smoke into the air, "You don't have to trust them, my dear. You simply need to protect them."

My blood begins to boil and I stare up at the wizard as if he had grown two heads. I wouldn't be surprised if he had one stuck up his arse. That would explain why he's being so stubborn and moody.

"You saw how they treated me in there! All the looks of disgust and mockery! I haven't even joined and my life is already on the line!" I shout in rage and turn away with a huff. I can take all that for at least a day but if it goes on the whole journey, then I'll be responsible for more murders, "they don't even know I'm a skin changer! How do you think they'll handle that?!" I grip the handle of my sword tightly, trying to force myself not to unsheathe it. Flashbacks clouded my vision and the feeling of death made my heart race in fear. I breathe in deeply for a few moments and silently tell myself I'm not in danger. My sword was my only protection right now, so when I feel threatened I naturally reached for it. I drop my hands to my sides, although I still felt on edge, "I'm never going to save those pieces of filth and they wouldn't even do the same for me."

"That may seem to be true at the moment, Enmira," Gandalf starts while making his way over to me and putting a gentle hand on my shoulder, "but for the sake of Bilbo, please think about joining the company." He holds up a contract that Bilbo had also received earlier but he fainted thanks to Bofur. All that dragon talk didn't help encourage the hobbit to change his mind. If they keep mentioning things like that, they'd best find a new burglar. I mentally curse at myself for remembering their names and glance at the hobbits home.

Bilbo gazes out upon us from one of the circular windows, a deep frown is formed on his face. He quickly moves away once we make eye contact and I hear him shout at the dwarves. I chuckle at his actions, he's the only innocent one around here. He hasn't even held a weapon in his life. I hope he stays pure hearted and won't end up exposed to the cruel world like I had been. I stare at the folded piece of parchment with a sigh and quickly snatch the item from Gandalf's hands, startling him. The only way I can protect Bilbo, is if I go along with them.

"Just for the hobbit."

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"I hate my life." I grumble as I follow behind a sprinting Bilbo, who is holding the contract tightly in his hands. He's been running non stop, ever since he left the house. Running isn't exactly my favorite thing but I made sure to keep up, when he got too far. Why did the dwarves have to leave so early? And why didn't Gandalf wake me up?!

"C'mon Enmira! We're going to be late!" Bilbo huffs out while spinning in a circle to face me then back to the trail. He nearly lost his footing but quickly recovered with one step. Now I'm starting to see why Gandalf chose him to be the burglar. Sure, he may not look the part but he does have the skills, even if he doesn't know it. I roll my eyes as he repeats the same phrase, "Hurry up!" over and over again. We're so much closer than he thinks, I can practically smell their stench from here.