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Chapter Four

"It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."
- Emilie Autumn: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.


Chapter Quote: "Bilbo . . ." She laughed softly. "I'm always on your side."

"I signed it . . ." Bilbo trailed off while handing the parchment over to the white bearded dwarf, the look of annoyance was still on his red face.

The dwarf searched through his pockets before pulling out a pair of glasses and placing them over the bridge of his nose. He scanned the contract quickly and nodded to himself. "Everything seems to be in order." He paused and gave Bilbo a once over. "Welcome Master Baggins to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

"Give him a pony!" Thorin said somewhat irritated from the front of the group as he glared ahead at the she-elf who happened to be a few metres ahead of the company. He kicked the sides of his pony to urge it forward, leading the company in the right direction, but he refused to take his eyes off the girl. Just in case she happened to try something funny; like she had with the tree.

"Oh, no, no! That won't be necessary, thank you!" Bilbo argued. "I've done my fair share of walking holidays; I even got as far as Frogmorten once!" Ariella overheard the conversation and couldn't help the little smirk the crept up on her lips. Bilbo was a hobbit, hobbits like the earth. They liked to have something soiled beneath their feet, something that won't kill them if they were to fall or trip. A pony would certainly make Bilbo queasy.

He was completely ignored as both Kili and Fili lifted poor Bilbo up and onto a dusty brown coloured pony, making Bilbo squeak as he landed in the saddle. Ariella laughed and turned her pony, Sandie, back towards the group; pacing a glaring Thorin and trotting right beside her cousin and giving him a small smile as he looked utterly uncomfortable upon the pony whom continually threw back its head, seeming to know of Bilbo's discomfort.

"I'm sorry!" Bilbo rushed out as he looked over at his cousin with the look of guilt in his eyes.

"Whatever for?" She blinked at him with her wide blue eyes. She of course knew why he was apologising, she just wanted drag it out and make Bilbo as uncomfortable as possible, and she also wanted to hear him say it.

"For . . . shouting at you." Bilbo knew what she was doing; she had always done it, since they were little. He also knew that he would never hear an apology from her about the matter. Ariella never apologised, no matter what she did. Bilbo remembered when they were children he had asked her why she never said the five letter word; what she said in return? "Why should I apologise for what I believed was the right thing to do?" And it was left at that, Ariella always did what she thought was right, not that she always thought she was right, but when she was wrong she would smile a small smile, a smile which would show you that she knew she was in the wrong.

And Bilbo knew that at this point in time, she wasn't wrong.

The moment the two cousins were sharing was instantly destroyed as Fili shouted her name, making her head snap up in his direction. Ariella then proceeded to catch a small bag of coins in her palm. A few seconds' later bags of coins were flying in every direction past and/or over their heads.

"What's that about?" Bilbo gestured to the bag of coins in the palm of Ariella's hand with a curious expression on his face as Gandalf rode up to the other side of Bilbo; a chuckle escaping from his lips.

"Oh they took wagers on whether or not you'd turn up." Gandalf stated with a chuckle as he watched the dwarfs bickering about losing their money. "Many of them bet that you wouldn't."

Bilbo turned to his cousin almost distraught, "And you? What did you think?"

"Bilbo . . ." She laughed softly. "I'm always on your side." She said this as she dangled her bag of coins in front of his face before placing to bag in her pack as Gandalf caught his own little bag of coins.

"I never doubted you for a second, my dear boy." The wizard said, answering Bilbo's unspoken question with a wink and a bright smile.

The company continued on through the rolling hills of green, passing too big trees, they're arms almost reaching out as if to caress them. Narrow streams that dragged out along them, stretching thinner and thinner until it vanished. Home was far behind Bilbo and Ariella now, though the she-elf was completely comfortable with this, but she knew Bilbo was fretting. Since they were little he hadn't been this far away from home before, and he was no doubt worried, but she would look after him, like she's always has.

Hours passed before Thorin ordered them to stop at the clearing on the rocky hill side. It was dark now and the only light around came from the same fire and the full moon above the company. Ariella made sure to sit as close to the fire as possible while keeping an eye on Bilbo and they're surroundings.

She knew he wasn't asleep, and it was probably the same reason why she couldn't sleep. Bombur was a little far away but his obnoxious snoring was loud enough that she would probably be able to hear it from the ground below. She watched silently as Bilbo got up and tried to 'sneak' off to his pony Myrtle to secretly give her a deep red shiny apple.

She was watching Bilbo interact with his pony so when she and the others heard the screech of the orcs, she had jumped. Ariella managed to keep the red that tried to make its way to her cheeks, and was glad to find that none of the others had noticed, well until her eyes landed on the leader of the company who had been watching her suspiciously all night. She turned away from him before she saw any smugness on his face.

Bilbo stumbled back over to the group, eyebrows knitted together while wiping the hand Myrtle had eaten off of on his pants.

"What was that?" He questioned as he pointed behind him.

"Orcs," said Kili as another chilling screech filled the air. Ariella managed to keep herself from jumping again by pulling out her hair and running her fingers through her wild blonde curls while watching Thorin straighten up out of the corner of her eye.

"Orcs?" Bilbo whispered loudly as he tried to tip-toe back over to the dwarfs and his cousin.

"Throat cutters," Fili stated calmly as he smoked from a pipe. "They'll be dozens of them out there. The low lands are crawling with them,"

"They strike in the wee small hours when everyone's asleep." Kili continued for his brother. Ariella knew what they were doing; they were scaring Bilbo, trying to get him worked up because of their joke. But this wasn't a joke, saying those things weren't funny, and she found herself growing more and more irritated. Had they faced orcs all alone by themselves? Probably not. And they most likely never will.

"Quick and quiet, no screams." Kili went on and then whispered, "Just blood." Bilbo looked away from them and up towards the sky, clearly terrified. Then the boy's snickers filled the open space.

"You think that's funny?" Ariella asked quietly from her spot on the other side of the fire opposite them. "You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Memories filled her head in an instant, but as quickly as they came, they left.

"We didn't mean anything by it." Kili answered her question just as quietly. Brown eyes downcast, he felt like he was being scolded by his mother.

"No, you didn't." Thorin spoke harshly as he stood, "You know nothing of the world." With that he stalked over to the edge of the cliff.

"Don't mind him laddie," Said the white bearded dwarf from beside Ariella whom she still didn't know the name of. "Thorin has more cause then most . . . to hate orcs." He paused and took a deep breath. "After the dragon took The Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the dwarf kingdom. But our enemy had got there first. It had been taken by regents of orcs, led by the vilest of their entire race . . . Azog the Defiler. The giant pale orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin.

"He began by beheading the King. Thrain, Thorin's father was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed. We did not know. We were leaderless. Defeated and dead." A proud smile pulled at the old dwarf's lips before he spoke again. "That was when I saw him; a young dwarf prince facing down the pale orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe, welding nothing but a broken branch as a shield . . . Azog the Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken.

"Our forces rallied, and drove the orcs back. Our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast, nor songs that night for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived and I thought to myself then there is one who I could follow, there is one I could call King."

"But the pale orc?" Bilbo inquired. "What happened to him?"

"He slugged back into the hole from where he came, that filth died of his wounds long ago." Thorin's voice dripped with hatred as made his way over to the other side of the camp, looking out into the distance, eyes searching for anything that might be lurking in the shadows around them.

Ariella glanced over to Gandalf; he knew exactly what was running through her head. Fear was written clearly in her eyes, but they were also questioning, asking if she should tell him. He shook his head, no, now wasn't the time.

She sighed deeply and rested her head of the rough surface behind her, closing her eyes while trying to keep her mind from racing. Well, at least she and Thorin now had something in common; they both hated the pale orc. He took something from both of them that they can't get back.


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