Torn In Two | Thorin Oakenshield |

5. Dangerous Game

A/N: Early update! Got excited for this scene! Hope you enjoy!

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"How did that smell not bother you?" Bofur asks the moment we exit the Troll-hoard and coughs heavily to express his disgust. Some flies start to buzz in front of his face and he swats them away in annoyance, mumbling something under his breath.

I nearly chuckle at the ridiculous scene and shrug, taking big steps down the hill. "I've smelt worse."

Bofur shakes his head in disbelief and moves faster to escape the ongoing attack of bugs. "Find me the nearest water source!" His dramatic response to the smell causes me to roll my eyes and I stop to sit on a boulder.

He definitely wouldn't last a few minutes in Mount Gundabad. Those caves were beyond filthy and you couldn't walk anywhere without stepping in someone's feces. I'm just lucky I had the privilege of sleeping in the Wargs den. Much cleaner in my opinion and it was located on the lowest level so there was more privacy.

"Let's get a move on." Thorin commands in an annoyed tone and it forces me out of my thoughts.

Our eyes meet the moment I regain focus and he gives me a curt nod, still in a bad mood due to the Elvish blade he holds.

Seeing the weapon reminds me of the new ones I grabbed and I hurriedly push off the rock. Excitement now bubbles in my belly and I place the two new daggers safely in my boots, having to shift around to get used to them. Unlike my previous ones, these are much bigger in length and width so I won't be surprised if I find cuts later on.

The rest of knives, are then placed in the sheaths located on my body and I put on my cloak to hide them. That's much better, I say proudly to myself and reach behind to fix the hood from being bunched up.

From the corner of my eye, I notice Thorin's body language change and he looks back to announce, "Something's coming!" All the dwarves immediately spring into action at the intruder and I sigh heavily as they start to run.

Please don't let me lose more weapons, I plead and jump up a few times to start the adrenaline. It's your fault those daggers are gone Arina, I remind myself and move forward into a light sprint.

"What do you suppose it is?" Bilbo breathes out as we jog and I glance over to see his worried face, but the blade he holds instantly catches my attention. Why does that look familiar?

The question causes me to lose focus on what's ahead and I suddenly run into someone's chiseled back. They hardly seem to budge at my clumsiness but the lose dirt and leaves cause me to slip. In response, I blindly start to reach out in panic and then feel a strong grip latch onto my wrist.

In that same moment, a sleigh with rabbits attached jumps over us and we both land hard on the ground. "Thieves! Fire! Murder!"

I let out a strangled cry when a rock collides with my back and I punch the dirt angrily. "I'm gonna murder your-" My words get caught in my throat the moment I sit up and I'm immediately met with sapphire eyes.

The surprise of how close he is sends my emotions everywhere and it's like I've forgotten how to be enraged. What's going on? I gulp in confusion when his eyes noticeably sparkle and the breath coming from his mouth tickles my nose. Heat starts to rush into my cheeks and I fail to remember a time where I felt so warm.

"Radagast." Gandalf speaks and I dare to look over, glad that the side of the sleigh is covering our bodies. "It's Radagast the Brown."

Thorin clears his throat, regaining my attention and the look in his eyes shows he's disappointed. Part of me wants to ask why but for some reason, no sound even manages to escape my lips. Why do I suddenly care about what he thinks?