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25: Fishy Thoughts

25: Fishy Thoughts

Why is it always so cold?! I shivered and jumped from leg to leg.

"I don't like him," Dwalin muttered.

I chuckled, "You don't like anyone."

"We don't have to like him; we just have to tolerate him," Thorin grumbled.

Dwalin crossed his arms, "Still, I don't trust him."

The dude's name was Bard - I overheard Bilbo talking to him. Bard seemed like a weird name, but everyone here had a weird one was well. Including me. Bard was steering us across the river to Laketown, and I pulled up Tauriel's blue thingy. Something black was dripping down the scratch on my arm and I touched it lightly with my hands.

The fuck is this shit?

"Andiel! What is that?!" Kili said and leaned over to touch it.

I held his hand.

"Touching will make it worse," I said. "I'm fine, it's just a flesh wound, I-I'll be okay."

Thorin looked at me, "That's no ordinary flesh wound."

I turned to Kili who had laced our hands together.

"How's your-" I started.

"Watch out!" Bofur yelled and I whirled around.

This was something straight out of "How To Train Your Dragon".

"What are you trying to do, drown us?" Thorin asked Bard as we turned away from the jagged rock structures.

Bard retorted, "I was born and bred on these waters Master Dwarf. If I wanted to drown you I would not do it here."

Bitch I'm shook. I thought.

"Oh, I've had enough of this lippy layman," Dwalin muttered again. "I say we throw him over the side and be done with him.

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Breathe. We're only here for a bit. And how would we get in if we kill him?"

"No no no, Bard. His name's Bard," Bilbo said.

"How do you know?" Bofur asked.

"Uh, I asked him."

Dwalin grunted, "I don't care what he calls himself. I don't like him."

"We don't have to live him, we just have to pay him. Come on lads turn out your pockets," Balin said while counting coins.

Everyone looked at me.

"Yo, I don't have any money from here," I said.

"How do we know he won't betray us?" Dwalin whispered to Thorin.

"We don't," Thorin hissed back and it sent shivers up my spine.

"Just a wee problem," Balin said, "we're ten coins short."

Thorin crossed his arms, "Come on Gloin. Give us what you have."

Dwalin and Thorin were on either side of me, and I felt safe.

"Don't look to me!" He grumbled, "I have been bled dry by this fetcher. What have I seen from my investment..."

The other dwarves started looking forward, and standing up so I looked at what everyone else was. My eyes widened in awe; the Lonely Mountain was so close. Then I remembered a sleeping dragon was in there, Orcs were trying to kill us, and I stunk like shit.

But what would happen when the quest was over? Would I just go back to my world? Would the dwarves kick me out of Erebor because I wasn't one of them? Would I be useless? What was I even doing here?