Coincidence? →️The Hobbit fanfic

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There were a lot of paths over and under the mountains and Erlanda hoped they were taking the right one but she figured that the Dwarves must know what they were doing.

They were climbing up the Mountains for days, always further up. She could see the lands they had left behind them, there was no civilization here anymore. She wondered if she had a home somewhere in the land they had left behind. Surely she couldn't just have appeared. No, she must have come from somewhere.

The nights were spent silently, nobody wanted to talk too loud and disturb the silence that seemed to want to remain silent. Erlanda felt something coming up, it was like a faint smell in the air.

The woman was proven right a few nights later. The group was climbing along tall walls and Erlanda tried not to think too much about the slim path she was walking on or the steep cliff beside her. She pressed herself to the wall as much as she could. The harsh rain wasn't making anything easier for her, as it was already dark and hard to see the path beneath her, which was now also slippery.

As the Hobbit took a step to close to the edge, Erlanda and the Dwarf named Dwalin quickly helped him study himself, so he would not tumble down.

"We must find shelter!" Thorin's usually booming voice was hard to understand in the rain and the upcoming thunderstorm.

"Look out!" someone behind Erlanda yelled. The group saw a huge bolder heading towards the stone wall above them. Stones came crashing down, only narrowly missing the Company who pressed their bodies against the hard rock wall and held on to each other.

Balin looked up at the sky and his surroundings, "This is no Thunderstorm. It's a thunder-battle! Look!" he pointed in front of him and really, though the rains they could see two giant stone figures fighting against each other.

"Well, bless me beard." A Dwarf, Bofur to be exact, said. "The legends are true. Giants! Stone Giants!" The Dwarves watched in fascination as another boulder was thrown, not far from where they were standing.

Erlanda couldn't see what was so fascinating at soon death and Thorin seemed to agree as he yelled, "Take cover, you fools!"

They quickly pressed themselves against the wall again as more boulders fell down from the wall in front of them, some destroying parts of their already slim path. "Hold on!" somebody yelled as the ground beneath their feet seemed to move.

Suddenly their path was split in two, separating the company in two halves. They looked up and saw a head and two arms forming above. They had been walking on the knees of a stone giant! If Erlanda had known any gods, now would be the moment she would have prayed to them as she saw no way in which they could survive this.

The giant on which they had been standing stood up and was immediately head-butted by another and pushed against another wall. The knee on which Erlanda stood, hit the wall where the path continued and as Thorin began yelling to them, they quickly started running across the slippery giant-knee to the path that was just as slippery.

This half of the company was now safe. Well, they could still fall to their deaths or get hit by stone boulders, or both, but at least they were on the steady ground now which could not be said about the other half of the company who were still clinging onto the rocks of the giant for dear life.

The fight between the Stonne Giants continued and one punched another one's head. A boulder was thrown at a giant, whose head fell of and hit the wall above Erlanda's part of the company. As the Giant on which the other half was stumbled over, its knee came closer to them.

"Jump!" A Dwarf next to her yelled but they couldn't see what the other half of their group did, as the knee hit the wall beside them.

"No!" Thorin yelled as the knee came back without the other dwarves and the Hobbit on it. "No! Kili!" she could hear Fili calling out for his brother.

They ran to the place were their friends had crashed only to see them all tossed above each other but very much alive.

"It's alright! They're alive"

Erlanda felt relieved. Although she hadn't known these people for half as long as they knew each other, she had started to care for them. Maybe it was because they were the first people Erlanda met after her memory loss. They had given her a name and although Thorin didn't seem to trust her, the others seemed to care for as much as she did for them.

"Where's Bilbo?" Bofur asked suddenly, "Where's the Hobbit?" 

Erlanda looked around and as she heard groaning, she widened her eyes in shock of seeing the halfling hanging from the cliff below them. Erlanda quickly reached down but couldn't quite reach him. She was taller than the Dwarves, so her arms reached further than theirs and it seemed only logical for her to get their friend.

She turned around and started climbing down. "What are you doing?" Thorin asked her. Without looking up Erlanda replied, "Helping Bilbo."

She climbed further down until she could reach the Hobbit, who was only dangling on one hand. Reaching out she said: "Grab my hand." 

Bilbo tried grabbing her outstretched hand but it was to wet to get a firm hold on so Erlanda climbed further down and held Bilbo by his rucksack. Above, she could see the dwarves reaching out and as she locked eyes with Thorin, he knew what she was about to do.

She swung her arm up with so much force that it was clear she could not be human and the Hobbit yelped as he flew up enough for Thorin to hold on to him and heave him up.

Erlanda sighed, happy that it worked and made her way up again. As she was almost there one of her hands slipped and she cut herself on a sharp edge but luckily Dwalin caught her arm and hoisted her up before she could fall.

"Thank You." Erlanda nodded at the Dwarf. She was slightly out of breath. The dwarves calmed down a bit again and one commented, "I thought we lost our burglar."

Thorin looked at the Hobbit, who was still panting, "He's been lost ever since he left home."

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So, first new chapter uploaded!