Nothing More

Chapter 2. - The road

Gelli's point of view.

I Woke suddenly from a loud thumping noise. I had fallen asleep in my traveling clothes so all I did was re braided my hair. I throw my bag over my shoulder and head out the door. Some of the dwarves where grabbing food and sorting there bundles. I grabbed an apple and headed outside to my horse. To my surprise Mellon my horse (friend in elvish) had been saddled and groomed which I appreciated. Thorin caught me unaware wishing me a good morning and asking if I slept well. Well at least he cared. I Saddled my horse as the others saddled their ponnies. As I and Gandalf were slightly taller than the others we owned horses.

As the Group left the shire I felt guilty for leaving Bilbo but Gandalf promised me it would all be fine. I stayed at the back off the group as my horse had no difficulty keeping up. I watched on as Thorin lead the group, his natural leadership and good looks stood out. How I missed the glint of power in his eyes. It was all but gone now.This was his last chance of gaining it back and it made me feel proud. It wasn't as if he had rolled over excepting his fait and let the beast take Erebor. He would fight till his last breath to try and regain it that much was evident.

The day events consisted of Bilbo turning up having signed the contract and joining the company of Thorin Oakenshield, the heavens opening soaking us all.

We eventually made camp on the edge cliff. I took first watch sitting on the large bolder so I had a 360 view of the cliff and my kit sat a the bottom of the bolder. The rest of the group were either busy setting out their rolls, creating a fire or caring for the ponies. Soon bombur had made the soap and bilbo brought my bowl while the others relaxed and prepared for the night.

Soon the darkness came and most of the dwarves where asleep. A ear splitting howl consumed the night.

"what was that" bilbo exclaimed.

"orcs" fili replied.

"Orcs" bilbo repeated in freight.

"Throat cutters. There'd be dozens of them out there. The low lands are crawling with them." Fili replied in a serious tone.

"They strike, in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep. Quick, no screams. Just lots of blood." Kili added. As the two of them burst with laughter.

In anger at their naive words I marched over to the pair, Kicking one in the leg and then retreated into the wood.

"You think that's funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin practically yelled so i could hear.

"we meant nothing by it" Kili said in defence, while rubbing his sore leg.

"No you didn't, you know nothing of the world" Thorin yelled then walked over to the cliff side.

The yelling ceased. And Balin started the story of Moria and explained how King Thror was beheaded. I remembered being informed of his demise when i was in Imladris, i didn't leave my room for a month the death of one considered family made me think it was my fault. My fault for being left behind, My fault for not finding them soon, my fault for not helping and not being there.

After about an hour I returned to the group hoping most would be asleep. I made my way to my roll which was secluded from the others for privacy.

" Where in durin's name have you been?" The voice yelled but did not wake the others. "You think you can just run off and then il let you come back?" Thorin's voice boomed. " All you ever do is run and hide!" He exclaimed still yelling. "You'll never belong here" he exclaimed. "your just a halfbreed, your not welcome anywhere."

The words he yelled crippled me. I dropped to my knees letting the pain rush through my body. My burns evident on my face as the skin fell to the ground I turned to look at him my eyes pleading for no words escaped my mouth. All I wanted was for the pain to stop.

But instead of helping he stood and looked at me as if i was a monster. But the words he mutter burned more then the exposed burns. " A veil is used to cover the ..."

However I did not allow him to continue and finished his sentence for him "shamed". "THORIN" Gandalf yelled waking all. I turned my back and ran to my roll grabbing at my cape hiding my face from the world.