The dwarves learn about the death of Smaug. Roac tries to give Thorin guidance which Thorin disagrees with. He sends Roac to his cousin Dain for help. The Company, now back in the mountain greet Bard when he approaches but Thorin refuses to parlay with him.
So I didn’t have a lot of notes on this chapter so I am sorry that its short, especially given the wait on it.
• So Thorin shows his first hint of rage here. It shows itself when a supposed threat to the treasure is made. For all that Thorin has been shown to be proud and at times, over the top (ie. his long-winded speeches), he has never been shown to be particularly cruel. No, he wasn’t kind to Bilbo at the start but under the circumstances I can understand. Bilbo was an unexperienced traveller who did complain and wish to go home while Thorin is working towards reclaiming his home. But here we see him show contempt and scorn towards a people who have done nothing but help him and his kin which really does begin to highlight the effect the treasure is having on him.
• There’s a real focus on the front entrance of the mountain. Smaug blocked off every other exit (except for the secret door) and the dwarves now block the front entrance so no one else can enter. All I can think of is that they may have shut off all the entrances but they have essentially barricaded themselves in. They’ve sealed themselves away with the treasure just like Smaug did.
• Later in the chapter the Company can hear the singing and music of the elves when they camp nearby the mountain. To drown out the cheer of the elves and men the company begin playing their own music. The difference between the music is... interesting. The dwarves song is described as war-like and is rather grim. The elves music, on the other hand, is described as merry and beautiful. I do feel like there is some serious disconnect here. Yes, the dwarves are becoming very aggressive and it shows in their music but the elves being so cheery is jarring. They came planning to take the treasure for themselves - that is why they left Mirkwood in the first place. It wasn’t to come and help anyone and I feel like their music really doesn’t fit the situation. I could be wrong. Maybe they’re really happy at finding the company alive.
Other things to note:
Dwarves really don’t like crows
Roac is 153 years old
It’s been so long since I posted anything, half of you probably don’t rememer I write fanfiction...
I set myself a goal to work on writing daily...and since I didn’t feel like working on my serious stuff I decided to adapt one of my many Warrior and The King wips into a little sketch about a certain overworked King who needs a day off.
Pairing: Thorin x female oc
Warnings: None, unless you object to fluff ;-)
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Kaylea Wolf shifted the coffee and cups into one hand and knocked twice on the office door before pushing it open.
Thorin Oakenshield looked up as she entered, a smile spreading across his face. “Good morning, my love.” His eyes went to the carafe she was carrying. “Ah, just the thing!”
Kaylea smiled back, thinking the King seemed very small behind the stacks of papers and ledgers littering his desk. She could see the fatigue around his eyes, the tension in the set of his shoulders. He looked more tired than she had ever seen him. She set the cups down on the half-written parchment in front of him and flipped open the pot. The dark brew from her native land, hints of chocolate and cinnamon rose from the cups. Thorin took his gratefully, savoring the first few sips.
“You always make the best coffee.”
Kaylea laughed. “I come from a nation of soldiers. Coffee is a serious business.” She gestured at the mountain of paper on his desk. “It looks like you have a full day ahead.”
“I feel like I live in this office,” Thorin tossed his quill down. “Some days I can’t even remember what the rest of Erebor looks like.”
“Is there not someone with whom you can share this burden? What about Balin? Or other members of your council,” Kaylea frowned at him. She knew he was eager to rebuild his kingdom and legacy, but he was working himself to death.
Thorin rubbed his eyes. “I admit, I am still learning how to delegate. But a lot of this: correspondence, trade agreements, contracts, I want to go over myself before they are signed. I never realized running a successful kingdom would be this much work.”
Kaylea put her hand on his beard. “I am worried for you, my king. Too much work will put you in an early grave.” An idea occurred to her. “Why not take the rest of the day off? Do something fun.”
Thorin laughed. He took her hand in his and kissed her wrist, then sat back in his chair. “Now I am reminded how little I really know about you! What is it you do for fun? Wrestle dragons? Run around the mountain twice?”
Kaylea poked his leg with her boot. “That is not fair. Anyway, I was talking about you. What does the King Under the Mountain do for fun?”
Thorin waved his hand at his cluttered desk. “I don’t remember anymore.”
“In that case, a day off is in order, your majesty,” Kaylea told him, taking hold of his braids. “You are coming with me.”
A few hours later they were in Dale, walking through the markets hand in hand. The King of Erebor was well-known here, of course. But many stepped out of their shops to watch them pass, curious about the Human who was said to have the King’s heart. The tall woman fair as an Elven lord, in her golden hair the braids that marked her as the King’s Woman. At first glance they seemed an odd pair, but everyone remarked on the affection between them. None of the merchants could remember Thorin ever smiling so much, or being in such good humor. He didn’t even haggle as fiercely as he normally did.
Ever since Thorin had reclaimed his kingdom the city had been striving to rebuild its reputation as the trading center of the north, and it was well on its way. Shops selling goods of every description lined the streets; silks from Dol Amroth, saddles from Rohan, carpets from the Southron lands, whiskey from Lossarnach, tobacco from the Shire, furs from the northern mountains. As they walked through the streets, Thorin gave a running commentary on the buildings and their history, who owned them, what their business was, and how it had changed since his grandfather’s time. As they strolled along the city wall that looked toward Erebor, Kaylea was glad to see the light coming back into Thorin’s face, he seemed to have left the exhausted bureaucrat behind.
Thorin leaned on the wall, looking at the carved gates of his city. He was silent for a long time. “I have made a good start,” he said finally. “I think my father would be proud.”
“Yes, I he would be proud, and surprised,” Kaylea followed his gaze. Even at a distance the scale of the Erebor gates was astonishing, all traces of the great battle and the long occupancy of the dragon had long ago been repaired. The carven stone towered over the mountain vale, looking almost new-made in the afternoon light. “Look at all you have accomplished in a mere sixteen years. The alliances you have built, your people prosper and more arrive every day, you have a son and heir, your city is once again a beacon in the north.”
Thorin grinned lopsidedly at her. “I have been too close to see it clearly. Thank you, my love. I needed this.”
“The day is not over yet,” Kaylea took his hand. “Where to next?”
Thorin’s eyes swept over her worn traveling clothes. “I know just the place to buy you something that is not black.” He drew her close and kissed her neck. “Then you can wear it to dinner.”
“I do as you command, my king,” Kaylea stepped back and bowed formally.
“I like the sound of that!” Thorin laughed, sliding an arm around her waist. “Let’s walk a bit further first.” He was already imaging the red dress he would buy her, and how much fun it would be to take it off.
#i watched the 2nd movie last night :] #that cliffhanger though... i can only imagine ppls disappointment after watching that movie in the theatres lmfao #this is why i watch movies 10 years after they come out #/jk im joking #kinda werid i wasnt interested in hobbit/lotr as a teen who played wow every day i could... #i guess i just wasnt into Long Movies #bc they ARE long movies #but i am enjoying them now #i guess i felt like i wouldnt enjoy it as much as a teen #than as an adult