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windemereHere's another short chapter but...the next one is longer! And will be up Thursday morning UST.
Disclaimer: Tolkien. Peter Jackson. Need I say more? There are quite a few lines from TH: AUJ in here, which of course belong to Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens, Peter Jackson and Guillermo del Toro.
They were woken by Dori when the sky was still black, but the moon was down below the horizon so it must be nearly to morning. As silently as possible they packed their things and donned their weapons.
Kili heaved a sigh of discontent as the company made their way through the slumbering city. The dwarves were being extra cautious in their walking, since they weren’t by nature silent folk. Bilbo, of course, didn’t have that problem, but he was trudging along at the back of the company, clearly unhappy at the turn of events. Kili didn’t think he necessarily disagreed with what he’d been told about them leaving promptly, due to their new time constraint on reaching the Mountain before Durin’s Day, nor Thorin’s promise that Gandalf would meet up with them later when he was done with the elves, but he was less than pleased about leaving the most comfortable living arrangement they had seen since leaving the Shire.
Kili couldn’t really blame him. Sleeping with a roof over their head and with no worry of attack had been rather pleasant. Even if Thorin and Dwalin hadn’t allowed themselves a moment of shut eye. Kili was entirely certain that if the elves had gotten it into their heads to attack their guests in the middle of the night, whether the dwarves were awake or not wasn’t going to make a difference. Still, he kept that thought silent to everyone except his brother.
The company made their way over the bridge and along the far side of the river to a path different than the one they had entered on the day before. Slowly they climbed up from the valley to emerge in the shadow of the Misty Mountains. The sky was already light and the sun would be bright in the east, but was not quite over the mountains. They should make it to the slopes by nightfall and then push on over the pass the next day. Hopefully by then, their wizard would catch up.
‘I don’t like going on without Gandalf,’ Kili muttered.
‘I know,’ Fili muttered back. They were near the front of the line of dwarves, with Balin still in the lead. ‘I hope he catches us up soon.’
‘Me as well,’ Kili agreed.
Thorin spoke from behind his nephews. ‘We must make the start of the pass by dusk, so no dawdling, any of you,’ he said, loud enough to be heard down the line.
Fili and Kili shared a look, wondering if their mutterings had been overheard. Thorin seemed to be even more morose than usual since he’d returned with Balin the previous evening and their meeting with the Lord Elrond. But they couldn’t agree on whether that was because he’d had to ask the elves for help or because of the information the elves had provided. Certainly their leader seemed more determined than ever to reach their destination and they still had a long way to go yet.
They made the start of the pass just after dusk and found a half-exposed and empty cave to camp the night in. Thorin allowed a fire, grudgingly, but they needed something to cook their food on. The food was getting low, but if they could manage to get across the mountain to the plains beyond they could hunt before they entered the Greenwood. They ate in silence, everyone on their guard. The mountains were known to house orcs and goblins and the next day would be a dangerous one.
Thorin seemed lost in thought. ‘Will we make the Mountain in time?’ Fili ventured to ask him.
It roused the dwarf prince quite suddenly from his thoughts. ‘Yes, I believe. If we continue to make good time we should arrive with a week or so to spare. It will have to be enough for I know of no quicker way to Erebor than the path we mean to take. Perhaps Gandalf knows of another, but he has not shared that with me.’
‘When will Gandalf meet us?’ Kili asked.
Thorin gave him a sharp look. ‘I imagine when he’s done talking to the elves. Could take days,’ he groused, half under his breath.
Kili decided not to pursue that topic any further. It sounded like they might have to manage without Gandalf for a while. Which didn’t particularly fill him with much hope for their errand. The wizard had already saved them from being a troll’s meal, after all.
‘Is the pass safe?’ Fili pushed the conversation on to more important things.
Thorin actually shrugged. ‘It has not been safe for many generations, but I suppose it is no more dangerous than most of the lands of Middle Earth. No doubt the elves guard it. We can hope they have done a good job as watchdogs. But keep your eyes and ears about you lads; there’s no knowing what waits for us up in those peaks. You’ve done well so far, the two of you. And your mother kept telling me not to bring you along.’
Fili snorted. ‘Like you ever listen to anything mother tells you.’
Their uncle looked uncomfortable. ‘More often than I wish. But in this, I am glad I did not listen. You have been of great help to us when the orcs attack, especially that bow Kili. The hunting has also been important. I am proud of you,’ he said, glancing between the two of them.
Kili was stunned. ‘Thank you uncle.’
‘Yes, thank you!’ Fili echoed, a beat behind and clearly just as surprised.
‘Now get your rest. You’ll need it on the morrow.’
The thought of arguing that Thorin needed more rest then they was quickly discarded. ‘Yes uncle,’ Fili agreed.
***
To Be Continued in another couple of parts. I promise; lots of action still to come.
Disclaimer: Tolkien. Peter Jackson. Need I say more? There are quite a few lines from TH: AUJ in here, which of course belong to Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens, Peter Jackson and Guillermo del Toro.
They were woken by Dori when the sky was still black, but the moon was down below the horizon so it must be nearly to morning. As silently as possible they packed their things and donned their weapons.
Kili heaved a sigh of discontent as the company made their way through the slumbering city. The dwarves were being extra cautious in their walking, since they weren’t by nature silent folk. Bilbo, of course, didn’t have that problem, but he was trudging along at the back of the company, clearly unhappy at the turn of events. Kili didn’t think he necessarily disagreed with what he’d been told about them leaving promptly, due to their new time constraint on reaching the Mountain before Durin’s Day, nor Thorin’s promise that Gandalf would meet up with them later when he was done with the elves, but he was less than pleased about leaving the most comfortable living arrangement they had seen since leaving the Shire.
Kili couldn’t really blame him. Sleeping with a roof over their head and with no worry of attack had been rather pleasant. Even if Thorin and Dwalin hadn’t allowed themselves a moment of shut eye. Kili was entirely certain that if the elves had gotten it into their heads to attack their guests in the middle of the night, whether the dwarves were awake or not wasn’t going to make a difference. Still, he kept that thought silent to everyone except his brother.
The company made their way over the bridge and along the far side of the river to a path different than the one they had entered on the day before. Slowly they climbed up from the valley to emerge in the shadow of the Misty Mountains. The sky was already light and the sun would be bright in the east, but was not quite over the mountains. They should make it to the slopes by nightfall and then push on over the pass the next day. Hopefully by then, their wizard would catch up.
‘I don’t like going on without Gandalf,’ Kili muttered.
‘I know,’ Fili muttered back. They were near the front of the line of dwarves, with Balin still in the lead. ‘I hope he catches us up soon.’
‘Me as well,’ Kili agreed.
Thorin spoke from behind his nephews. ‘We must make the start of the pass by dusk, so no dawdling, any of you,’ he said, loud enough to be heard down the line.
Fili and Kili shared a look, wondering if their mutterings had been overheard. Thorin seemed to be even more morose than usual since he’d returned with Balin the previous evening and their meeting with the Lord Elrond. But they couldn’t agree on whether that was because he’d had to ask the elves for help or because of the information the elves had provided. Certainly their leader seemed more determined than ever to reach their destination and they still had a long way to go yet.
They made the start of the pass just after dusk and found a half-exposed and empty cave to camp the night in. Thorin allowed a fire, grudgingly, but they needed something to cook their food on. The food was getting low, but if they could manage to get across the mountain to the plains beyond they could hunt before they entered the Greenwood. They ate in silence, everyone on their guard. The mountains were known to house orcs and goblins and the next day would be a dangerous one.
Thorin seemed lost in thought. ‘Will we make the Mountain in time?’ Fili ventured to ask him.
It roused the dwarf prince quite suddenly from his thoughts. ‘Yes, I believe. If we continue to make good time we should arrive with a week or so to spare. It will have to be enough for I know of no quicker way to Erebor than the path we mean to take. Perhaps Gandalf knows of another, but he has not shared that with me.’
‘When will Gandalf meet us?’ Kili asked.
Thorin gave him a sharp look. ‘I imagine when he’s done talking to the elves. Could take days,’ he groused, half under his breath.
Kili decided not to pursue that topic any further. It sounded like they might have to manage without Gandalf for a while. Which didn’t particularly fill him with much hope for their errand. The wizard had already saved them from being a troll’s meal, after all.
‘Is the pass safe?’ Fili pushed the conversation on to more important things.
Thorin actually shrugged. ‘It has not been safe for many generations, but I suppose it is no more dangerous than most of the lands of Middle Earth. No doubt the elves guard it. We can hope they have done a good job as watchdogs. But keep your eyes and ears about you lads; there’s no knowing what waits for us up in those peaks. You’ve done well so far, the two of you. And your mother kept telling me not to bring you along.’
Fili snorted. ‘Like you ever listen to anything mother tells you.’
Their uncle looked uncomfortable. ‘More often than I wish. But in this, I am glad I did not listen. You have been of great help to us when the orcs attack, especially that bow Kili. The hunting has also been important. I am proud of you,’ he said, glancing between the two of them.
Kili was stunned. ‘Thank you uncle.’
‘Yes, thank you!’ Fili echoed, a beat behind and clearly just as surprised.
‘Now get your rest. You’ll need it on the morrow.’
The thought of arguing that Thorin needed more rest then they was quickly discarded. ‘Yes uncle,’ Fili agreed.
***
To Be Continued in another couple of parts. I promise; lots of action still to come.
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