Cursed with Shadows (Hobbit Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight: Bromance

Allison P.O.V

The stench that came from the cave hit me front on. It took all my will not to bend over and puke my guts out. Marcus, being a pussy, stood a large distance away from the cave claiming that he would, "Keep guard." A poor excuse if you asked me.

Grunts came from dwarves as they began to bury a chest filled with treasure into the ground, a "long term deposit" they say. A giggle left my mouth as I watched my mother's hand skim over beautifully crafted swords, her face holding a small smile as she picked up a particular blade. Removing the webbed covered scarab, she ran her hand over what looked like elvish runes on the piece of steel, mumbling the words, "As expected of Wayland, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship." Putting the sword down, she carried on browsing.

It was in this moment that I felt eyes on me. Lifting my head, I make brief eye contact with Thorin, his eyes holding an emotion that I could not read, before shifting his gaze to the sword he had picked up. I frowned. What was that?

"You cannot wish for a finer blade," I heard the wizard comment on Thorin's pick. The dwarf reluctantly kept the sword and then soon ordered the company to leave the cave, which I was happy to comply with. As I made my way over to Marcus, I saw his nose scrunch up in disgust.

"You'll need to bathe," He grumbled as he took a sniff. I chuckled as I re-adjusted Dae's saddle.

Suddenly, birds' cries were heard which was soon followed by Thorin yelling, "Somethings coming." Immediately I drew my sword, feeling the hilt hum in my hand.

"Thieves! Tyrant! murder!" A shout came followed by a man bursting through the bushes on a sleigh pulled by - bunnies! I saw Gandalf put away his sword and exclaimed, "Ah Radagast. Radagast the Brown." A wizard? I watched the man with a curious eye as he began telling Gandalf of his grave news- well only after Gandalf pulled a stick insect from his tongue.

Suddenly I heard a whine come from beside me. I raise my brows as I looked over at Marcus, who hungrily eyed the bunnies and licked his chops. Giving him a slight nudge and a 'don't even think about it look,' he let out a whine and focused his attention on the man. However, when Gandalf gave me the 'eye', I knew it was a conservation I should not here.

So instead, I grabbed Marcus by the wrist and dragged him over to Mama, who was talking to the young dwarf brothers. My brows rose as Mama lets out a laugh and wacked the blond haired playfully. "No master dwarf, I do not have six toes. Where on earth did you here such a thing?" Mama asked Fili.

"There were rumors that elves have-"

"Rumors are rumors for a reason. You shouldn't trust all you hear, "My mother exclaimed, gracing him with one of her rare smiles, indicating that she was enjoying the conversation.

"Well then what about the elf that could turn into a bird?" My back became rigid. Peering up, I saw Mama's smile slip slightly before shaking her head and tsked. Fili scratched his neck and mumbled, "I figured as such." His cheeks were bright red while his brother patted his back laughing. Suddenly, a howl was heard.

"Was that a wolf? A-are there wolves in this area?" Bilbo stammered on his question, fearing the answer. I heard Marcus huff at the question.

"Wolves? No that is not a wolf-"

Suddenly the sound of twigs being snapped made me look up. Above us was a beast that was nearly the size of a horse, with sharp teeth and a hungry look in its eye.

"Look out!" I called out just as the beast jumped down on one of the dwarves. Thorin was quick to react and attacked the savage beast with his sword. Two more appeared, only to be slaughtered by Dawlin and shot by Kili.