Journey to Middle Earth // Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 6

"We'll camp here for the night!" Thorin called.

The dwarves all began to dismount and began to unsaddle their horses. Sara was feeling ten times better, so she dismounted herself, even though both Fili and Kili rushed to her side to ensure that she didn't crumble. She smiled at them and patted both of them on the head.

"It's alright, I'm fine now." She assured them.

The two nodded, "We know, but we're worried that you'll get worse again!"
Sara smiled and gave the two a quick hug each, "Thank you for your concern but I'll be alright. Besides, if I get sick again I'll know you two will be there."
Fili and Kili's face lit up like fireworks and ridiculous grins spread over their young faces. Thorin had just dismounted and was unsaddling his horses when he saw this reaction and for some reason, it aggravated him.

"FILI! KILI! Look after the ponies," he called, snapping the two out of their joy, "Be sure you stay with them."

The two dwarves nodded obediently and headed off to do just that. Sara grabbed her backpack and slung it on her back before kneeling down in front of Mason. The puppy was getting bigger to the point where he was almost too big to ride in the saddle with Sara. He was damp but otherwise clean for the rain had kept all the mud from sticking to his fur.

Sara became aware of a demanding presence in front of where she crouched by Mason. She glanced up to see Thorin standing over her.

"You should get some rest," he pointed out coldly.
Sara nodded, "I will, just after you go talk to Gandalf. I wouldn't want to get in the way of a possible brawl."

Thorin raised an eyebrow at the girl skeptically, "Who says we will argue?"
Sara shrugged, "It's the tension in the air. It's easy to read."
Thorin, deciding that Sara was not in the mood to converse with him, headed off to speak with Gandalf. She smiled to herself the moment she saw Thorin and Gandalf begin their heated argument on elves. She ruffled Mason's ears and grinned.

"So predictable."

Two minutes later, Gandalf came storming past the dwarves, his face red with fury. He stopped beside Sara and bent down to her petite level.

"I told you I would never ask you about the outcomes in the future but please tell me that one day dwarves will not hate elves so much!"

Sara smiled and felt the urge to laugh, realizing that if you skipped over Tauriel and Kili's future romance, the next dwarf and elf who made friends were Legolas and Gimli.... About 60 years in the future!

"Possibly," the girl replied, biting her finger to keep from laughing at Gandalf's exasperated look.

"Gandalf where are you going?" Bilbo called, fully concerned.

"TO see the company of the only one around here who's got any sense!" Gandalf snapped.

"And who's that?" Bilbo pushed.

"Myself Master Baggins!" Gandalf hissed, "I've had enough of dwarves for one day."
The wizard began to walk off when he stopped and turned back to Sara, "You know what is to happen. Promise me you'll keep your patience."
Sara shrugged, "I do not have the world in my hands. Who knows, maybe with my presence certain things will begin to happen or not happen. I can only try."
Gandalf nodded, obviously satisfied before storming off again.

Sara watched him, a rather amused look on her face. She bent down and wrapping her arms around Mason's black form, hauled him into her arms. He was so large now that it felt like she was holding a young goat rather than a puppy.

"What were you talking with Gandalf if I may ask?" Thorin inquired, suddenly appearing behind her.

Sara shrugged, "He just asked me to not lose my head alone with a bunch of temperamental dwarves."