I See Fire (The Hobbit/Reader)

Chapter 10 - I Should Really Watch What I Say

I am back! Sorry for the wait of an entire week, I was planning for a friend coming over from a long way away and I got caught up in it. Time for barrels, orcs and elves, plus a whole load of guilt due to repressed feelings

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What I would do for a bath right now...

You've been deep in your thoughts for the past day, only distracted by the occasional songs from the dwarves, although they aren't as cheery as you'd hoped. It was making you feel a bit depressed, actually. Tauriel hadn't returned since you spoke to her last, and the elven guards made no mention of her. You had really hoped she'd come to talk to you again, but no one had said a word to you aside from Kili's questions and comfort, although quiet so as not to draw Thorin's attention. It would've worked much better if I were sharing a cell and sleeping in his arms, you thought. But hey, at least I know he likes me. Can't have everything all at once.

There are a few murmurs from the other cells, and then a louder chatter, but you clap your hands over your ears and curl up in the corner. Whatever drew their attention probably wasn't worth it - anything seemed to entertain them now. You bet a leaf could fall down into the gorge and they'd cheer for it.

But for the first time, you were wrong. (Okay, not the first time, but you like to think it was...)

The door to your cell creaks open, catching your attention. And in front of you are two very fluffy feet, attached to a short figure, keys dangling from his hand.

"Bilbo!" He immediately shushes you, before grabbing your non-bandaged hand and helping you up.

"Please be quiet Miss Y/N!" The hobbit speaks in a hushed tone.

"Sorry..." You say sheepishly.

"Follow me, I believe I've found a way out - down the stairs, all of you, come on!" And he leads you and the rest of the company through the winding paths and staircases of the elven dungeons until you reach the lowest point.

"I thought we were supposed to be getting out, not going further in!" Dwalin growls.

"Please, trust me! Just a bit further!" And you continue until you enter what looks to be the cellar. You'd never seen so much wine.

"That might explain selfish King's mood..." The guards stir and you dart behind a wall, looking at Bilbo in panic. "What now...?"

"Get into those barrels." The entire company looks at him like he's insane. Which was a bit unfair, considering he had gotten you all out of prison. "You have to trust me!" He looks at Thorin pleadingly.

"Do as he says." You squeeze yourself into the wooden cylinder, having a little more difficulty than the rest since you were a good few inches taller.

"What now?" And you see the rest of the dwarves pop their heads out of the barrels, and you can't help but laugh.

"I'm glad someone finds this funny!" But even Thorin's mouth curves upwards a little at the joyful sound, and Kili gives you a thumbs up.

"Everyone back in, and hold your breath..." All retreat back into their little homes, and then you feel the floor shudder and hear the creak.

"Uh... Bilbo...?" You roll then, faster and faster and you don't see much except a blur of wood. And then you drop straight into the river, headfirst.

When you resurface, coughing water out of your lungs and wiping your eyes, Bilbo is nowhere to be found.

"We have to wait for him!" You manage.