Thorin's Lost Love(Thorin Oakenshield love story)

Morning Talk

*Thorin's pov*

I was standing near the fire watching Beorn poor milk into Fili's cup.

Beorn: "So you are the one they call Oakenshield. Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?"

I looked at him.

Me: "You know of Azog? How?"

Beorn: "My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the Orcs came down from the north. The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved...Not for work, you understand, but for sport. Caging skin-changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him."

Bilbo: "There are others like you?"

Beorn: "Once, there were many."

Bilbo: "And now?"

Beorn: "Now, there is only one."

I looked and saw shackles on his wrist.I heard footsteps coming from the hall,I smiled when I saw my wife.She yawned while holding her pregnant belly.Kat walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist.

Me: "You hungry,love?"

Kat: "Yes."

Me: "What do you want to eat?"

Kat: "Milk and deer meat."

I chuckled.

Me: "Alright sit down and I'll get your meat ready."

I went to get her deer meat and when I walked out,Beorn was pooring milk into her cup.And while I cook her meat we continued to talk.

Beorn: "You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn?"

Gandalf: "Before Durin’s Day falls, yes."

Beorn: "You are running out of time."

Gandalf: "Which is why we must go through Mirkwood."

Beorn: "A darkness lies upon that forest. Fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there except in great need."

Gandalf: "We will take the Elven Road. That path is still safe."

Beorn: "Safe? The Wood-Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They’re less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not."

Me: "What do you mean?"

Beorn: "These lands are crawling with Orcs. Their numbers are growing, and you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive."

I watched him pick up a mouse.

Beorn: "I don’t like dwarves. They’re greedy and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own."

He looks at the mouse then at me.

Beorn: "But I hate Orcs more.What do you need?"