It’s not that I don’t like visitors. I like visitors as much as the next Hobbit. But I do like to know them before they come visiting. The thing is, I don’t know either of you. Not in the slightest. I don’t mean to be blunt, but I had to speak my mind.
An exasperated sigh left your lips as your vision was
blocked once more by your hair falling in front of your face. The Company had set up camp, and you were
tasked with gathering firewood. Every
time you knelt down to gather a fallen branch on the forest floor, your hair
would fall in front of your eyes. It was
really getting on your nerves.
You had tried just about everything: brushing it back with
your fingers, combing it into a ponytail, and even attempting to braid it. But unfortunately, you did not have anything
to keep it in place. Your hair clips had
gotten lost on the journey.
“Allow me to help you
with that.” You recognized the kind
voice of Balin as he walked over to stand beside you. He reached for a strand of hair, but
hesitated as he looked to you for permission.
You were grateful that he wanted to help, but also a little
confused. “Yes, thank you very much. But Balin, isn’t hair-braiding a sign of
courtship in your culture?”
“Not always, child.
It can also be done by people close to you. Like family,” he replied. He motioned for you to take a seat on the
nearby fallen log as he set to work on separating your hair for the braids. “Seeing that you’re on this journey without
your relatives, and that you’ve become like family to us, I thought it would be
fitting for me to help.”
A smile spread across your face as you were touched by his
words. All members of the Company cared
about your safety, but Balin had become more of a grandfatherly figure. He made sure you had enough to eat, had a
good enough cloak for the weather, was there to hear you out whenever you
needed a chat. You remembered when you
first met him right before you joined the Company. He made such a fuss over your clothes since
he was not familiar with your culture.
“Goodness, child,” he had said. “Your shirt doesn’t have sleeves and you’ve
got holes in your trousers!”
“Where I come from, jeans with holes in them are quite
fashionable,” you had explained in amusement.
Since then, he took it upon himself to look after you and
help you adjust on the journey. He also
enjoyed telling you stories about the history and culture of his people. Some of the information he shared was meant
to remain secret to outsiders, but he had come to trust you and saw no reason
for you to use the information against them.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, grateful for his friendship.
“You’re very welcome.”
The smile was evident in his tone.
A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as he worked. He was so careful with your hair, not even
pulling at the strands once. You let
your eyelids flutter closed as you relaxed a little more. “Such beautiful hair,” he commented, moving
to work on the braids in the front. “And
such a brave and respectable young lady.”
You kept your eyes closed, but smiled.
“It’s no wonder a
certain member of the Company is so taken with you.”
Your eyes snapped open at his statement, and you turned your
head to look at him in surprise. Somehow, you you knew exactly who he was talking about. “What?”
“Please remain still,” he fussed. “One of the braids almost came undone. I would have had to start over.”
“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, turning your head back to gaze
straight ahead as you did before. You
wondered if it would be wise to inquire further about his comment.
“It seems you fancy him as well,” he concluded. Yep, you were both definitely talking about the same member of the Company As if he knew you were about to protest, he
spoke. “I may be old, but I am not
oblivious to such things, ________.”
“I assure you that I have no intention of getting in the way
of the quest,” you said. “He has a duty
to the Company and the quest. Besides, I’m not so sure he feels the same
about me anyways.”
“There is a way to find out for sure,” Balin said mysteriously. He went quiet, hoping that you’d take the
He smiled mischievously.
“Suppose you were to, I don’t know…accidentally
get an injury. A mild injury. A sore ankle while walking back to camp, maybe. He won’t be able to mask his concern for you.”
“Mr. Balin,” you gasped at how sly this plan of his really
was. “Are you suggesting I feign an
injury to see him worry about me?”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not.”
“Honestly, I didn’t know you could be so… sneaky.”
He chuckled, and then he stood back. “There.
I used a few of my spare beads to keep the braids in place.”
“Thank you again,” you said, standing up and gently brushing
your fingertips along the back of your hair.
It was one long braid composed of three smaller braids all tied together
neatly. “I have to get back to gathering
“Be careful. We
wouldn’t want you to hurt your ankle, or anything,” he said, winking. You laughed at his suggestion, shaking your
head. You weren’t going to go through with
the plan. There was no need to make
anyone worry unnecessarily. But it was definitely amusing
(Author’s Note: The unnamed Company member in this story can be referring to any of them. And AWMAHGAWSH! I can just picture Balin as being this overprotective grandfatherly figure, but also kind of a nosy old person that can’t resist meddling with people’s love lives, haha!) Also, gif is not mine. Credit to original owner!
Imagine: Thorin and the Company Defending you from Alfrid
You struggled against the soldier’s grip, managing to break
free. This gave you a moment to make a
run for it, but the crowd of people that had begun to gather in the cold night kept
you from escaping. The soldier took hold
of you again forcefully, shoving you into the clearing among the rest of the
“What is the meaning of this?” the mayor of Lake-town
demanded, storming out of his manor. He
was dressed in long nightclothes, and what remained of his greasy hair was
combed to the side. He rested his hands
on the porch railing as he glared down at you and your travelling companions.
“We caught ‘em stealing weapons, sire,” a guard
replied. You felt someone behind you
push you forward. “She was standing
guard. Apparently, she’s one of ‘em.”
“Ah, enemies of the state then, hm?” The mayor’s eyes
You shot him an irritated look while the one called Alfrid
paced up to you.
“You might want to step away from the Lady,” Dwalin
grumbled. Alfrid ignored his warning.
“Strange for a young woman to be traveling with a bunch of
dwarves.” He grabbed your chin and
tipped your head up slightly to meet his eerie gaze. The way he leered at you was a bit unsettling. It didn’t last long before you smacked the
hand away and elbowed his chest to make him keep his distance, and he went stumbling
back. You smirked as some of the Company
chuckled in amusement while he tried to regain his balance.
“Why you-” he snapped, reaching to grab your wrist
“Stop!” Thorin barked, starting forward. “You will not lay a hand on her!” The other members of the Company voiced their agreement,
ready to jump to your defense if Alfrid neared you again.
“Yes, leave her alone!” Ori said bravely.
“Or you’ll have to answer to us!” Bofur added, straightening
his back to look as tall and intimidating as he could.
The dark-haired man before you shrank away, startled, as Balin came forward to usher you closer to the others. Though Alfrid tried to look threatening, you knew
he was afraid of your friends. “A
desperate bunch of mercenaries if there ever was, sire,” Alfrid spoke over his
shoulder. Seeing as he was no match for
the Company, all he could do was spout insults.
“Hold your tongue!”
Dwalin growled from beside you.
“You do not know to whom you speak.
This is no common criminal. This
is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!”
Thorin stepped forward.
“We are the dwarves of Erebor.”
Whispers and hushed conversation arose in the crowd around
you. People knew exactly who he
“We have come to reclaim our homeland.” The Company leader took a step forward, his
eyes scanning the crowd. “I remember
this town in the days of old. Fleets of
boats lay at harbor filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake! This was the center of all trade in the North!”
Shouts of agreement rang out.
“I would see those days return. I would relight the great forges of the
dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!”
Pride welled up within you as Thorin’s speech gradually earned
the respect and support of the people.
The sad people that you saw when first arriving in Lake-town had been
filled with hope.
“Death!” Bard’s voice
called from the back of the crowd. You
turned to look at him, shocked that he was opposing you after helping. “That is
what you will bring upon us. Dragon fire
and ruin.” He made his way to the front.
Thorin stared him down, and the two of them argued it out. You took the
opportunity to do a quick scan of the Company.
Kili was looking as pale as ever from the arrow wound. Fili seemed to be paying more attention to
his brother than the situation at hand.
Bilbo stood there in nervous silence as he watched the exchange that
would decide whether the Company could continue on the journey or not.
Thorin made his promises, Bilbo vouched for him, people
cheered; but the mayor of Lake-town didn’t seem too convinced at first. Alfrid did not hesitate to voice his
suspicion. Finally, when the matter had
been settled, the mayor paused dramatically.
“I say unto you…” He pointed his finger at the company. “Welcome!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, and you exchanged hopeful looks with Bilbo.
Relief washed over you when the soldiers backed off, and the
mayor came forward to invite you all in for a feast. It was a wonder that he had some much food to
spare when it looked like the entire town was struggling to feed their
families. It was also interesting how
all of a sudden Alfrid was showering you with compliments and being
ridiculously nice now that you were deemed a guest. Thankfully, Thorin approached you almost
“Stay close,” Thorin told you, gently pulling you to his
side and shooting Alfrid a cold look to frighten him off. “We may have won their favor, but I do not
“I can look after myself, you know,” you replied, though you
weren’t objecting. You cared for
a certain Company leader, and there was a part of you that enjoyed his concern
“I know.” You thought
you saw an amused smirk on his face as his eyes locked with yours. The light-hearted expression vanished as
quickly as it had appeared. “It would
still be wise if the Company stays together. Especially you.”
You nodded, smiling. “And
you stay close too.”
This time, he couldn’t hide the smile as the two of you
followed the others into the hall for the feast.