Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 21 : Giants of stone

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

I begin to break into a sprint to get to the where I'd guess where the dwarves were. Which would be the main opening; the way we came in. I pant as my legs take over of my body. Yet, I feel a upcoming opening of sweat beginning to drip down my forehead. As the sun blazes down in my light skin, my braid; from last night becomes an irritation on the nape of my neck and it feels uncomfortable with the amount sweat the just outburst. My eyes wander around the area and see the greenery of the plants and the valley that so peacefully lived here.

I see the dwarves up ahead, they're about to leave. Slowing to a somewhat light run then to a walk I see Thorin about to step across the bridge.

"I didn't think you'd be coming back, Casadon," Thorin points out. Like he'd actually care what choices I make. I dared to scold him. But i felt otherwise not too.

"Well, my business is my own," I replied back to him, in a soft voice. What the hell am I doing? Now he obviously thinks I was up to something.

"I think I've to come to terms with that," Thorin then affirmed for all the dwarves to hear.

"You think a lot, Thorin Oakenshield," I analyzed from he'd previously said. I keep careful eye contact with hi face to find that he scolded me for a short while. Then I see him look at my arm-bracers. He probably scolded me over that. Which he did, to my surprise.

"Be on your guard; we're about to step over the edge of the Wild. Balin, you know these paths; lead on," Thorin calls.

I doubt Balin will be able to lead the company.

"Aye," I hear the old dwarf reply.

"Master Baggins, I suggest you keep up," Thorin insults the poor hobbit. Why does my blood begin to boil and morph into fire? I felt an urge to say something back. Was I beginning to feel somewhat a need of protection over Bilbo?

"Ignore him," I whisper.

"Huh?" Bilbo questioned. He didn't hear me. Probably so stunned by the King had insulted him. From what I've heard Hobbits are feisty creatures.

"Ignore him," I repeat.

"It doesn't bother me," Bilbo honestly says. Yes it does.

"I know when someone lies to me, Bilbo. It's a speciality bounty hunters have," I smile as I the sentence.

He was silent from then on.

We trek through the plainest of plains. The grass it ripe. Only a few times i'd have to drink from a cow-skinned bota. The wilderness of Middle Earth consumes the company, as we trek over the over-ranges and come close to Misty Mountains.

The trail is narrow and the hairs on the back of my neck rise when I fear it is dangerous. We're walking on a cliff-side and on the other side...is a sheer drop to death is one of us were too fall.

"Hold on!" My ears ring to Thorin's voice, bellowing throughout the land.

My eyes immediately spot Bilbo's walking patterns and the floor suddenly gives way. He began to fall into the chasm,he lets out a cry, but Dwalin pulls him back before he can actually fall to his death. The drops of suicide splat on my hair; on my face; on my body. Strands of hair stick to my face and the suicidal drops fall from my eyebrow down my face. It makes my cheek feel like ice. I shiver slightly in a shocking way. I feel cold. My fingers are losing dear life in them; as are my toes, safely wrapped in boots.

"We must find shelter!" I hear Thorin shout in his rough voice from the front of the line of dwarves, a hobbit and a elf. Down the narrow and dangerous cliff-side. What were thinking when we thought we could walk on this?