Adventures of The Sad, Broken, and Happy (Hobbit Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21 Leave Me Be In My Misery

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Thorin
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So the moon to read the ruins doesn't come out till tomorrow night. That means another night in this Mahal forsaken elvish town.

Stomping down the halls towards the place where my company rests suddenly something catches my eye. The crazy hobbit lass, Allie, crying on a balcony. I've never seen her so down. Not even when she was trapped in a trolls hand. She's always been happy. Seeing her cry is like watching Erebor get taken over and over again. Wait! Stop it! She is tricking you! Using her charms to gain your sympathy! But it won't work on me!

"It's impolite to spy," Allie whispers not turning her head.

"I was not spying. I was simply walking to where the company is resting," I excuse.

"Well go on then. You've been lingering for the last 5 minutes at least. Leave me be in my misery," Allie says her voice cracking halfway through and my heart nearly breaks. I don't move unsure what to do. "Go on now! Or does this please you! Does seeing me cry like the weak little girl you think I am make you happy!"

"No it does not. I'm simply wandering how the girl who smiled through a trolls grip is crying. What awful thing happened? Did my nephews do something?"

"Oh no they didn't. I'm crying because of me. Now go away so I can put my self back together again and return to my cheery normal self. That's what they need to see anyway. That's what he needs to see," she whispers the last part and I resist the chance to ask.

"You are apart of my company which means your my responsibility. I just make sure you are okay," I persist for some reason wanting to hug and wipe her tears away. Also wanting to kill whoever made her cry.

"Oh don't pretend you care. Don't pretend you won't leave me behind if you seem me unworthy to continue. Don't pretend you would mind if I died! Don't lie to me! I'm sick and tired of people lying to me and pretending to care when they don't! I'm not your responsibility okay!!! It won't be on you if I am to emotionally compromised to move on!! NOW GO!" she screams finally turning around. the tears are running down her face and her blue eyes are framed with red. But the worst thing is the scars on her stomach clearly spelling DEREN PLANKER. Rage bubbles up and I just want to kill whoever that is for marking her skin.

"Who marred your skin?!? Who is he!!?" I demand angrily.

"Some one who taught me a lesson."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sam
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The next morning I wake up next to Emily. I talked to her last night and she told me everything. I am pissed when I see that son of a mother he's dead!

"Good morning everyone how are you today?" Allie skips into the dining hall with the biggest fakest smile I've ever seen. She fixed her shirt so the scars are covered up. Everyone suddenly stands up about to shoot a million questions at her but she holds up a hand. "What's for breakfast!" she exclaims. Her thoughts are running a mile a minute and I resist the urge to delve into them.

"Uh muffins, salad, and fruit," Grace replies speedily holding out a plate full of food to Allie.

"Yum!" Allie says and sits down next to Grace. "Well don't just stand there sit sit," Allie urges to the still standing company. They all slowly sit down shooting curious looks a at Allie. Grace glares back and mouths

"Go with it!"

"I need to check those scars make sure they are healing properly," crosses Oins mind I don't have to concentrate he's projecting that thought rather loudly.

"Whenever Allie gets upset she hides it, pushes it down, and ignores it. This is her way of coping," Emily explains to me.

"Oh interesting," I murmur.

"Hey will you teach me how to use your axe?" Emily asks.

"You sure this as big as you," I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes it'll be fun!" Emily squeals.

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"Okay straighten your back," I order. Emily and I left breakfast early.

"Like this?" she ask her back straight.

"Yes good now swing but be--careful," I sigh when she swings early and accidentally lets go. The axe goes flying out of sight. Suddenly an all to familiar girly squeal pierces the air. "Shit."

"Oh my Yavanna," Emily yells and runs towards the sound. I reluctantly follow. "Oh gosh I am so sorry!!!" It's Edwin his whole head of hair got cut off. To elves that even worse than losing a hand or something. Elves with short hair are odd but whatever I don't give a shit.

"AHHHHH MY HAIR AHDBRBRHDHSJDBRHS," Edwin screeches.

"Oh calm the hell down it could have been your hand," I grumble deeply yanking my axe from the tree it pinned Edwin too.

"My glorious hair," Edwin wails falling to the ground holding the disembodied clumps.

"Oh get over it you look more manly without em," I snap.

"Really?" Edwin asks.

"Yes now stop acting like a baby," I order turn on my heel and walk off. Emily follows.

"That was kind of mean," Emily points out.

"Yeah bust he's an asscrack." I shrug.