Having not been out in the world for nearly twenty years Ianthe has been dying to wander again, and when an old friend visits she is anything but calm upon hearing of some dwarves quest. So when Gandalf comes to her cottage and claims to be in need...
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Grunts of frustration and curses flew past Ianthe's lips as she struggled in her sack, hair flying wildly around her face while she wiggled her body around. Kili had been thrown into the pile not longer after her, and he too struggled to free himself of the sack he was wearing, but having his hands tied behind his back hindered him from doing so. "I'll skin those bloody trolls if I get out of this." She suddenly heard him mutter. Ianthe froze at his words though, failing to notice Bilbo struggling to stand when her eyes fell to the brunette prince. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and her bright eyes blew wide when she looked between the three ugly trolls in front of her and the fire that was lit under the dwarves on the spit
" If ?" Ianthe drove her knee deep into Kili's lower back to gain his attention, her eyes dancing with fear in the firelight when he looked to her in shock at her rough actions. "What do you mean—"
"Wait!" Ianthe felt her blood freeze when Bilbo's voice sounded clear around the camp, her and everyone else looking towards the hobbit when he hopped forward. "You're making a terrible mistake!" He seemed quite surprised at his sudden courage, his eyes wide as he looked to the menacing trolls in front of him, chest heaving for much needed air. Shouts of protests suddenly sounded around again, and it wasn't until Oin accidentally kicked Ianthe in the back did she finally break free from her shocked trance. A sudden surge of worry flowed through the mage, a powerful sting hitting the back of her eyes when her magic, for some reason, gave a small burst. She let out a small groan as she squeezed her eyes shut, completely missing the concerned look Kili cast her way.
"You can't reason with them!" Dori called out, straining his neck as he was rotated on the spit. "They're half-wits!"
"Half-wits?" Bofur seemed absolutely appalled at the name for some reason, his eyebrows raising to his hairline before he too was rotated over the fire again. "What does that make us?!"
Bilbo ignored the protests of the dwarves as he faced forward. "I-i meant with the uh.. the—" When Ianthe heard Bilbo stuttered over his words she quirked an eyebrow. What trick did he have up his sleeve? "— with the seasoning!" He suddenly sputtered out, his eyes widening just a bit when everyone's attention was on him, even the trolls.
"Wha' 'bout the seasonin'?" One troll grumbled menacingly, his eyes narrowing the slightest bit in confusion.
Ianthe ignored Kili's shoulder bumping into her body as he continued to struggle against his bonds, her eyes snapping open again and her gaze focusing entirely on the Hobbit as he spoke. "Well, have you smelt them?" Ianthe's eyebrows shot up at the statement, her nose immediately pressing as far as possible into her shoulder before she gave a short sniff. She didn't smell too bad, she pondered. A little earthy and a bit like rotten wood, yes, but it wasn't her fault that she hadn't had a proper wash in what felt like forever. "You're gonna need something a lot stronger than sage before you plate this lot up." Bilbo continued, and she couldn't help but flinch when protesting yells sounded out again and rang in her ears.
