Thorin Oakenshield Stole My Heart

Chapter 2: The Adventure Begins

      The sun rose above the hills and brightened the room which Eminork slept. She awoke and stretched. “What a lovely night,” She said quietly to herself.
    

        Eminork then remembered the adventure had begun. She rushed into the dining room but no one was there. Bilbo left a note on the table. ‘My dear niece, if you have found this then we have left but aren’t far. Hurry and catch up for a journey is ahead of us. Love, your uncle Bilbo.’
     

        Eminork ran to her room and grabbed a sack and packed her stuff and thus she ran to catch up to her uncle and the dwarves. The pitter patter of pony’s hooves meant they were close. She didn’t slow down but ran faster.
     

        “Wait I am coming,” She shouted to the company.
    

        Thorin shouted, “Whoa there.” The dwarves stopped and saw Eminork coming up. She had the contract which Bilbo had left on the table in her hands and a brown sack full of things she needed on her back.
      

        Thorin smiled and said, “Glad you could join us. Give her a pony.”
     

        Kili and Fili walked a pony over to her and helped her up. “Thank you,” She said politely to the young dwarves.
     

        Bilbo rode up next to her. “So you slept well I see. Thorin seemed happy to see you. Who could blame him?  All of these dwarves are happy to see you.”
     

        Eminork smiled and shrugged, “Yes I suppose he was happy to see me. I did sleep well after the craziness from last night. Woke up late but luckily I made it just in time.”
       

        Bilbo laughed and said, “Yes we all can see that. Why don’t you ride up there with Thorin and chat? He could probably tell you more about our adventure.”
     

        Eminork thanked her uncle and rode up to Thorin. “How are you, my King,” Eminork asked Thorin.
     

        Thorin looked at her. He smiled and began to speak, “I am doing well. I wondered when you would join us. Your uncle did not want to wake you. So he left the note and the contract for you to bring.”
     

         Eminork and Thorin began a conversation through out their ride. However they then ended up at a small open roofed cave. Gloin then started the fire. Every dwarf was tired so they unhitched their horses and napped for the night as they had been traveling all day. Bilbo was awoken by the snoring of the dwarves. Eminork was already awake along with Fili and Kili who were keeping watch for the night, “So tell me more about your uncle.”
    

        Kili laughed and said, “Well there ain’t much to say. As we have already said as much as we know. Except the fact that our uncle and us fought a battle long ago at the Mines of Moria. Thorin’s grandfather Thror was slain by a pale orc named Azog. Terrible time for him. We all hate that orc as he also killed Thorin’s father Thráin. But that was in a different place no one knows where.” Kili’s voice changed as he spoke about his great grandfather’s death and grandfather’s death. So as they kept talking a screech was heard from afar. “Orcs,” Kili murmured as he smoked his pipe.
   

        Thorin awoke at the word ‘Orcs’. He despised it. Bilbo looked worried once he arrived near them and asked, “What about the Orcs?” 

             Fili took his turn to speak, “Throat cutters they are. Wicked and cruel. Disgusting little things.” Fili blew a smoke ring from his pipe. “You should be happy they aren’t close enough to us. I would slay them with my blade if they were.”