Skin Changer : A Hobbit FanFiction (Discontinued)

A short Interlude

Thorin woke with an ache in his back. And shoulder. And everywhere. With the adrenaline gone, he was truly feeling his wounds. Sitting up slowly, he looked over the rest of the Company, all of whom were sleeping. The faintest lights of dawn were filtering in through the gaps in the boarding, and he scowled. Inefficient building always soured his mood.

"Hello."

His body tensed and he whirled to face Ilma where she stood a few paces away. His body screamed in pain and he could not stifle a groan. "What are you doing here?" He asked through gritted teeth.

She frowned, her bottom lip pouting as it often did. "Should I not be here?"

He sighed, "No, that is not what I meant."

She smiled dazzlingly. "Good. Breakfast will be ready soon; I came to wake you up." She studied the snoring Company, hands on hips as she tutted like a mother hen. Then she turned her violet eyes on him. "Do me a favor and wake them? I need to get a poultice ready for that shoulder of yours."

"I'm fine-."

She snorted, cutting him off. "You do realize that Azog's claw-thing scraped your bone, yes? If it isn't seen to, it will putrefy. Just ask Oin if you don't believe me."

He did. That wasn't the problem.

"How did you get inside?" His eyes frantically searched for the door he'd latched the night before.

She laughed off his concern. "Why, Beorn let me in of course."

"Of course," He struggled to his feet, not at all careful who he stepped on. Dwalin grumbled, opening bleary eyes. "The beast is here?"

Her nostrils flared and he realized his error too late.

"Beorn is making breakfast. I will see you at the table." She whirled, her fair hair fanning out behind her as she stomped away angrily.

"Masterfully handled, your majesty," Dwalin chuckled.

Thorin scowled and proceeded to roughly wake the rest of his company.