Inflamed (Harry Potter & The Hobbit/LOTR Crossover) (LegolasxOC)

7- Hold Your Ground

When my alarm sounded, in my head, I sprung up from my bed, running to the window, the alarm shutting off automatically. The room and floor were freezing because I forgot to shut the window. I looked down and sighed in relief. The Dwarves were still sleeping. I changed into the clothes I came here in, packing my Elven clothing in my bag.

I redid my French braid and strapped my weapons to my body. I used to magic to clean up the room with magic. When I was leaving my room, dawn was just breaking. My body was still a bit tired, having to go on the little sleep I got and from my nap yesterday in the medical room.

I passed by the kitchen and grabbed three apples, unseen. On a whim, I charmed a pen to write a thank-you note to Elrond. I put two of the apples in my bag, which had the Undectatable Extension Charm laid on it, and bit into the other. With everything going to plan, I Disapparated to the bridge whence we took to get to Rivendell.

When my feet hit the ground, I sighed, breathing in the fresh, morning air. It was a bit chilly, but nothing I couldn't handle. I sat on a warming rock and ate my apple, waiting for the Company to come. I giggled when I imagined their reactions, suddenly sobering when I realized how angry Thorin was going to be. He didn't want me to come, yet here I was tagging along.

I took a few deep breaths, feeling queasy. Hopefully, I'd be able to stand my ground and the other Dwarves would stand with me. That was a big hopefully. I went through my apple, throwing the core in a clump bushes. My heart rate sped up when I heard footsteps and familiar, low voices. "Be on your guard; we're about to step over the edge of the Wild. Balin, you know these paths; lead on." Thorin ordered lowly. Balin replied, "Aye."

I held my breath as they came into view, still ten feet away and not seeing me yet. Bilbo, at the end of the party, looked back at Rivendell. Thorin snapped, "Master Baggins, I suggest you keep up." I gulped as they drew closer. Great, Thorin already seems to be in a bad mood. This'll be fun. Balin suddenly stopped, seeing me.

Everyone else stopped, too, staring at me in awe. I remembered last night and rage bubbled in me. I put my hands behind my head and forced myself to grin. "Why have we stopped? Let me through." Thorin demanded, moving his way to the front. When he saw me, he stopped dead, stunned. I waved to him. "Oh, hello there, Thorin! I see you've finally showed up. I believe we were supposed to leave by dawn, not an hour after dawn."

Pure fury consumed his face. "What in the name of Durin are you doing here?" he yelled. Fear gripped my heart, but I played it off as if he didn't scare me. Fueled by my own anger, I continued to grin widely. "What in the name of Durin am I doing here? Why, isn't it obvious? I'm helping you reclaim Erebor, in the name of Durin!" I replied cheekily, mocking him with a deep voice.

He grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and threw me to my feet. Pointing back to Rivendell, he commanded in my face, "Go back to Rivendell! We don't need anymore magic-wielders on this quest!" I stood my ground, crossing my arms. All joking was now set aside. "No." I said firmly. Thorin looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of me, but wouldn't because I was a girl.

"GO BACK TO RIVENDELL." he bellowed in my face. I don't know how or why, but my fear of Thorin suddenly dissipated. I stared at him and calmly shook my head. "No." His chest heaved up and down in anger and I decided to plead my case some more. "You are trying to slay a Dragon, Thorin. Dragons are powerful, magical beasts. You need to fight magic with magic. I studied Dragons a bit when I was at school. My Uncle Harry fought a Dragon once when he was young and lived to tell the tale! I've heard the story many times, so many I know it by heart. I know what I'm doing, Thorin. Don't turn me down because I'm a girl. I can do any damn thing a boy can do. And besides, you need as many warriors as you can get. Let me help you."