I Don’t Wanna Live Forever Part 7
Thorin paced back forth in front of the room that the woman was in. Every few minutes he would stop and face the door, glaring at it, as if that would wake her up. He glared through the door, at Oín and the mystery woman, waiting for the moment she woke.
“Get that stupid glare off of your face. When she wakes up, so help me Mahal, if you go in there and start screaming at her, Thorin I will kill you.” Thorin turned his glare away from the door, and focused it on his sister.
Since the woman had fainted, at the sight of the hobbit, his sister had been fiercely protective of the woman from the outside world. She had took control of the situation, barring the prying eyes of the dwarrows and dwarrowdams who heard the commotion.
“How did she get in here? I thought no one could enter or leave?” Thorin spared a glance at the two princes and then turned back to the door.
“Somehow she managed. Which means that she can probably come and go as they please. Which also means, Thorin, that you will not screw this up!” He felt his sister’s glare upon the back of his head, but ignored the heated look.
He focused on the door, and what could be happening inside as Oín checked her over and made sure she was okay. Beyond that, Thorin didn’t know if the old dwarf was waiting until she woke up, or if he would leave the room and leave her in peace.
“The doors opening.” Thorin stepped up the door and stared right at the healer and Bilbo, wanting every detail possible about what went on in there.
“Stand back, Thorin!” His sister dug her nails into his arm and yanked him back away from the door.
“The lassie is fine. She has a small bump on the head, but she’ll be fine. She should wake within the hour.” Thorin nodded and looked into the room before the door closed.
The woman was lying on the bed, her hair that was in a bun at the nape of her neck, now falling out of it and around her shoulders. She was a very pretty woman, Thorin wouldn’t deny that, and she was a nice change from the dwarrowdams he had seen for the past 100 years.
“Until she wakes up, perhaps we should go and talk, Thorin?” He pulled his eyes away from the woman and shut the door. He turned his back to the door and faced the company that stood before him.
“We will go and talk. And when she is up we will ask her how the hell she managed to get in.”
Where was she? What happened? She was lying in a bed. Why was she in a bed? The last she had remembered was standing in the great entrance of Erebor. And then a hand on her shoulder…a hand…
She opened her eyes and shot up in the bed, her wide eyes taking in the details of the large and lavish room. If she was still in Erebor, and not dead and dreaming, than she must’ve been in a room meant for royalty. Judging by the designs and the rich colours in the room, paired with the size, she must’ve been in a room for royalty.
Which seemed to bring even more questions. If she wasn’t dreaming, or dead, than someone must’ve carried her here. And if someone carried her here, than the city wasn’t dead like she thought. There were people here, dwarves that have been trapped here for 100 years.
“I have to get out of here. I have to get out.” She threw the blankets off of her body and jumped out of the bed, searching for her bag.
She found it sitting on a table in the room, and when she grabbed the pack and lifted it to rest on her shoulder, she heard a knock on the door, and then the door creaked open.
She threw the pack over her shoulder and turned, facing a few Dwarves who scrambled into the room. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, reaching for the small dagger she had stashed in her bag.
“Hello. It’s okay. We won’t hurt you.” A woman was in front of the dwarves behind her, flashing a smile.
The dwarrowdam in front was a beautiful woman. She had long dark curly hair, longer than her own, with striking blue eyes. Her jaw was strong but feminine, and along her jaw, was some fuzz and facial hair.
“My name is Dís, and these are my son, Fili and Kili.” As they were introduced, she looked from dwarf to dwarf.
Fili was blonde, a stark contrast to his brother and mother. He had blue eyes, matching his mothers, and a beard, with two moustaches on the sides of his lips.
Kili, was more like his mother, with dark hair but with brown eyes. He stood just an inch shorter than his brother, and had less facial hair, but looked just as strong.
“We don’t want to scare you, but you’re the first person who’s been able to enter the mountain in 100 years.” The way Dís spoke, while trying to keep her voice even, was clearly excited.
“I…” She opened her mouth to speak to the three Dwarves in front of her, but closed it soon after.
“The city of Erebor is a legend. A fairytale. It’s not supposed to exist and then when I saw it…when I saw the gates…I just wanted to see if I could enter it. And then…I could. And I was standing there in the entrance to the city and everything looked amazing and I didn’t…” She didn’t realize she had been crying until she felt her face get red and her cheeks get wet.
She wiped at her cheeks hurriedly, not wanting to seem like an emotional child in front of these Dwarves. They were ancient, compared to her, they were easily, at least, 150 years older than her.
“Hey it’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. No ones mad at you.” As she felt arms wrapping around her, she continued to cry on the shoulder of Dís. She didn’t know Dís, had met her moments ago, but she felt comforted.
“We are really, truly happy you’re here. We haven’t seen anyone new in 100 years, and if you got in, than you can get out and maybe help us break this curse.” She sniffled and pulled away from Dís, as her tears started to dry after a few minutes.
“We’re not angry with you. We’re happy.” She looked at the dwarrowdam in front of her, the woman reminding her of her own mother, and felt a pang of loss.
“Can you help us? Please?” Dís looked at her, and she looked back, and the her eyes moved beyond Dís, to look at Fili and Kili.
“We need to break the curse but we don’t know how. Can you help? We’d be enternally grateful.” She licked her lips, only sparing s moment to think about it, and then nodded.
“Of course I’ll help.”