Saving Durin {Hobbit/Thorin}

Extended Scene 2

An Extended Scene:

When the elf goes to talking, don't come a-knocking

~~~~Thorin Oakenshield's Point of View~~~~

I don't understand how I always find myself in these situations. Of course, my suspicion runs deep with the elves, and more specifically Lord Elrond, but that does not mean I have the desire to spy on him. Indeed, I have remarkably good (or bad) luck at overhearing other people's' conversations about my family, myself included. However, this time I can blame the blasted hobbit for drawing me into this situation. When I saw him scurrying around chambers, I couldn't help in following. I am a curious dwarf, though I'll never tell.

So here I am, standing dangerously close to the Shirefolk, although he has yet to notice. How I managed to approach this creature in bulky dwarven boots without his recognition, I have not the slightest clue. And yet, it further exemplifies why he should not be our burglar. Smaug could easily sneak up on him if he is as loud as me.

Why was it that Rue could not be our burglar? That is the question constantly stirring through my mind, though Gandalf has answered it many-a-times. But then again, "answer" may not be the best descriptor of his response, seeing as he replied with his own question each time I asked: "Why is it that you are so hesitant to have Bilbo as a burglar, and yet you will easily allow Erudian?" And though I simply huffed in response every time, the question baffles me as well. Why is it that I feel so comfortable and trusting around that wiley Phoenician woman? Of course, it's because I have a strong affinity for her...in a strangely romantic sense. I have never felt this way for another, and yet, it comes at the worst of times when either of us could die on this journey.

"Of course I was going to tell you. I was waiting for this very chance. And really, I--I think you can trust that I know what I am doing," Gandalf whispers, though he is talking from a far distance away. His words are hardly perceivable, and yet, they are important for me to know at this time. What is the Grey Wizard up to?

"Do you?" Elrond questions, prompting me to clench my teeth in anger. The elves have such an easy way of criticizing others for things they do themselves. They are hypocrites and manipulators...creatures I will never deal with. "That dragon has slept for sixty years. What will happen if your plan should fail? If you wake that beast--"

"But if we succeed...What if the dwarves take back the mountain, then our defenses in the east will be strengthened," Gandalf cuts in, illuminating the greater plan behind his words. I am confused by their words in great extent, though I now realize that something darker than Smaug exists in Middle Earth. But of course, it can be dealt with after we take back Erebor.

"It's a dangerous move, Gandalf," Elrond warns, his voice sounding less than confidant in my ability. Bilbo, at this moment, takes the time to recognize my presence, his eyes widening. Of course, I pay no mind to him as he is simply a means to an end. If I am to get my home back with the help of the wizard, it must be through Bilbo. And let me tell you, I hate relying on others.

"It is also dangerous to do nothing! Oh, come--the throne of Erebor is Thorin's birthright! What is it you fear?" Gandalf asks, my own form tensing under my name. Of course, I am slightly angry that the wizard is using me for his own reasons, but I did not expect anything different. We live in a world that is ruled by darkness, only fought by the few creatures who know of wisdom.

"Have you forgotten..." a voice cuts in as a white-adorned wizard enters the scene. If my childhood lessons spoke well, this is Saruman, leader of the Istari and the White Wizard. "A strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind. His father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?"