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

9- Goblins

For two more weeks, we trudged through Middle-Earth before reaching the Misty Mountains. It'd been raining for the past three days, with an even larger storm to come. Today we were about to start crossing the Misty Mountains.

The terrain was difficult, hard to climb over because of all the jagged rocks and uneven slopes. Once again it was a lot of open space and we were lucky to find a sheltered place when night fell. As we started to travel through the mountains on narrow paths, several times people almost fell and died. It got cold, too, forcing all of us huddle together to not freeze to death. It also got wet. The storm hadn't hit us yet, but there was showers that warned us of the unpleasant weather to follow. By mid-afternoon, we were all soaking wet, shivering as the damned wind blew by us. I shoved my ice-cold hands deeper into my jacket, trying to keep them from getting frostbite and falling off.

"T-Thorin, we n-need to st-start a fire or we'll all d-die of c-c-cold!" I shouted, stuttering. He looked back at me and pondered over the situation. He shook his head and kept moving. "We do not have time to stop, Miss Paige!" I sighed and trudged on, cursing the fact that he had three or so more layers on than me.

Kíli moved backwards in the line and to me. "Are you alright? Your face is white as snow!" My chapped lips formed a thin smile. "I-I'll be f-fine." I stuttered. Kíli's eyes brightened up with an idea as he reached into his bag, pulling out a spare cloak. "Here, take this." I gave him a look. "K-Kíli, that's v-very kind of you, but I'll be okay, t-thanks." He wrapped me up in it, ignoring my protests, and then moved forward with the group.

I wrapped the olive green fabric around me tighter and sighed. For someone who was shorter than me, he was a little more than a head shorter than me, the cloak fit nicely, if a bit small. The fabrics Dwarves used to make clothing was very warm and comfy. "Thanks." He smiled. "It matches your eyes." I chuckled and looked down at the fabric. It kind of did match my hazel eyes.

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Because of "our" nonstrategic thinking, and by "our" I mean Thorin's, we still had to continue walking when night fell because we weren't anywhere near a place that we could provide us shelter. Which meant no rest. By what I thought was eleven at night, I felt like a zombie. Kíli nudged me when we came across a stable area. "Are you alright?"

I nodded, hiding a yawn. "Yup, I'm good. You?" He didn't bother to hide his own yawn, making me yawn again. I looked up to see the rain coming down harder. Here comes that big storm. I groaned internally, watching thunder, lightning, and wind add effects nobody appreciated. "Hold on!" Thorin called as the wind swept through us, making it hard to hold onto the ledge of the very unstable area we were suddenly crossing into.

My eyes almost popped out of my head when Bilbo fell off the ledge. Luckily Dwalin caught him just in time. "We must find shelter!" Thorin shouted, sending relief through me. "That's the best idea he's had yet!" I shouted to Kíli over the wind, who was behind me. He grinned and laughed. Or at least, I assumed. The wind was so loud I couldn't hear anything anyone said unless they shouted.

"Watch out!" Dwalin bellowed. We all looked up to see a gianormous boulder flying through the air and crashing down against the mountainside above our heads. Big and small bits of rock fell, leaving us to press ourselves tightly against the mountain. "This is no thunderstorm; it's a thunder battle! Look!" Balin called, pointing.

I looked in the direction he was pointing to see a huge figure made of rock stand up, ripping off a piece of a nearby mountain. "Well bless me, the legends are true. Giants; Stone Giants!" Bofur exclaimed. My open fell open as I watched it stomp forward. "Take cover: you'll fall!" Thorin shouted. I gripped the rock behind me tightly, Kíli next to me on one side and Dori on the other. "What's it doing?" I screamed to Kíli.