The huntress ( a hobbit fanfic) on hold massive editing

Chapter Five: were friends right? odd looks from the company

Mias P.O.V

We rode in silences for a while longer before Bofur broke the silence " your a really good with your sword" he said quietly I look over at him his eyes twinkling and grinning widely "Thank you" I smile back at him the sun was becoming low on the sky when we stopped to make camp. After we had ate conversations started up as they normally did. with the little light left in the sky I went to clean my wound at the stream near the camp. I walk over to it kneeling out of sight behind a large oak tree. I gingerly un-tie the piece of cloth from my arm I sigh seeing how much it bled and the depth of it. Carefully I slide my arm out of my shirt, And kneel down by the creek dipping the scrap piece of cloth in the cold water. The bushes start to Russell behind me. I look over my shoulder to see who it was. My hand still in the water as the figures emerge from behind the bush showing them to be Bofur, Bilbo and Bomber with the cooking pot. Almost as soon as my arm is in sight Bilbo points it out sounding as if I was going to die from it ( which could happen of it get infected) "Miss Mai your arm! what happened? oh my!" he stops and points at the cut on my arm going rather deep and strait across it. Bombor and Bofur stop where they are and look at with wide eyes. "I'm fine Mr Baggins it's just a scratch." I say calmly bring my hand out of the water and go to start to clean it when a callused hand stops me. The hand belong to Bofur "Bilbo can you help Bombur with the pot? I'll tend to Mai's arm." He says kneeling on the ground beside me. Bilbo nods and Bombur and himself set to work. I look up at Bofur to see his normally twinkling eyes filled with worry. "Bofur I'm fine you don't need to help me" I say quietly he shakes his head "No your not it's deep and will need to be stitched,cleaned and Wrapped" he says firmly taking the wet cloth from my hand and gently starts to clean it "I take it I won't matter what I say to change your mind then?" he nods "That's right" pausing for a moment "Do you have a needle and thread?" I nod reaching in to a small cloth bag I keep tied on my waste taking out my needle and thread. Bofur takes it and starts to stitch me up as Bombur and Bilbo return. they both watch quietly as Bofur finishes tending to my arm. "should we tell any one els?" Bilbo asks still staring at my arm "No it's nothing to bad" I answer with no protesting from the others. we head back to camp in silence until Bilbo was asked if he had a special Lass back home (which he doesn't) and he began to explain Hobbit courting (what you do when you like some one and wish to marry them) which I only half listened too. Every one sat around the fire and talk for a long while before bedding down.Since the first night I sat with Bofur I couldn't help but notice he would just watch me from time to time or rise near me and listen to the conversations I'll be having, and tonight after I came back with them I couldn't help but notice the odd looks I'd get from the other members of the company and Gandlfa's ever amused smile and little chuckles.