Calm Before the Storm ➛ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍

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❝The Calm Before the Storm❞ ➛ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍
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{ M I R I E L }

THE LESSER FOREST outside of the shire held a lush green that I was not accustom to seeing. Many of my travels put me in Mirkwood, where there was a dangerous mystery and sickening air around you, and Lothlorien, where the glittering sun shown through making everything glow with a mysterious magic. But not often did I have the pleasure of experiencing the hearty undergrowth and vibrant colors that painted this little part of Middle Earth.

The company moved on with what seemed to be little haste, most likely the doing of Gandalf, as he expected a certain curious Hobbit to arrive at any moment. But to many, this seemed to be a lost cause.

We had been traveling along a wooded path for some time, when a certain hobbit bellowed out from behind them, "Wait! Wait! I signed it!" He was slumped over from his run; however, Gandalf and I were more than pleased to see him. I knew he would have a change in heart.

"It is a pleasure to see you have made it, my friend," I smiled down at him, this act of courage alone would prove to grow.

He handed the signed contract over to Balin who examined it carefully, "Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

Thorin looked on in both disappointment and curiosity, he seemed to not understand, and I do not blame him. From the surface hobbits seem to be of little value to those who are not aquatinted. Though there was dread in his eyes he seemed to welcome him, "Give him a pony."

I hastily jumped off my pony to offer him my spot, "take mine," I smiled down at him but was greeted with great apprehension and a lot of refusal. "Don't be silly, I have traveled great length without one." At that, Kili and Fili came up behind him, picking him up by his overcoat and placing him on the pony. I quite like those two.

Gandalf looked over, "You shall need a pony Miriel. We have a long ways to go and you are and your strength are needed. Ride on with Thorin, his pony is the stronger of the group." I swore I could see a smirk.

With a strong murderous glare from both Thorin and I, I swung myself onto the back of the horse, his larger frame in front of me. He was visibly taller than me, and to anyone who hadn't been hardened by war he was intimidating. But I had been through much more than those around me, and the murderous looks that came from the king under the mountain were little in comparison, though I dare not touch him.

A smirk grew across my face and the dwarves are started throwing bags of coins to one another. Ever so quick to make a wager.

I extended my hand to Thorin, "I do believe you owe me," he looked over his shoulder grumbling, he harshly handed over a coin bag. From behind me I could hear Bilbo asking questions.

"What's that about?"

Gandalf chuckled, "Oh, they took wagers on whether or not you'd turn up. Most of them bet that you wouldn't."

Bilbo's eyes widened, "And what did you think?"

"He never doubted you for a minute, and neither did I," I held up my coin pouch with a smirk. He was a curious little hobbit but he has good intention.