Wrong Impression l The Hobbit

Chapter 3 : On a leash.

The archer glanced behind at his comrade. The moment she nodded her head I felt a big ton of burden was lifted.

*huh* " I would not usually do this."

He sighed and began lowering his bow and arrow. So did his comarde.

" What buisness do you have with the dwarves ? "

He said harshly. It was as if he wanted to treat me like some sort of useless being.

" They owe me something. "

I replied with a harsh tone while giving glares to the dwarves.

" Owe something ? To a theif ? "

The female archer said. She looked as if she wanted to laugh. And I was giving the best death glare I could to make her swallow her laughter deep down.

" They owe me their lives "

Both archers looked shocked. I glanced behind to see what the dwarves reaction were. As I was expected. A bunch of death looking glares shooting right at me. I was actually getting use to it.

" Your help was not nessecary since you were the one who trapped us the first place. "

Thorin said with a smug on his face. Oh, I wish I could just rip that stupid beard on him.

" But you did made a promise, Thorin."

The hobbit counterd. I always knew hobbits were wonderful beings.

Thorin gave the hobbit a glare. It was obvioius he wanted to avoid that topic. Oh, sweet sweet joy of happiness.

I raised an eyebrow at Thorin while streching out my hand to him.

" What is the hand for ?"

Thorin said, almost growled. Hah, I knew he knew what the hand was for. He fooled me once, he cannot fool me again.

" You know what it is for, Thorin Oakensheild. What is it about that dwarves never break promises ? You do not want to break a noble rule don't you? You are the rightful King under the Mountains. "

There was a slight shock on Thorin's face. The hobbit looked like he was about to laugh. Some of his teammates looked ashamed. That was the moment I knew I had beated the rightful King under the Mountains.

" But he said something about you trapping him and his teammates. What was that about ? "

Oh I wish I could just rip the archer's long red hair. I was wishing I could rip everything that day.

" You know what it was about. I am a theif. A nice one if you may say, I did not mean any violence or death or anything else. If they would of just give it to me what I wanted the first place, none of this would of happened. "

" None of this would of happened if you did not became a theif. "

A hard pang hit my heart. The archer was right. He was. Oh, both of the archers really knew how to break me apart. Like they knew me my whole life.

I stared at the ground for a moment. Not wanting to show them my how I felt. I was ashamed far enough.

I looked back up and glared at the archer.

" Most of us do not have any other choice to survive. Unlike any other people."

He looked away. Probably ashamed. He probably knew that I was amplying my statement to him. Directly at him.

*cough,cough.* " We do not have anything valubale but there is a way. "

One of the dwarves said. The one the looked like the wiser than the rest. He also seemed like the eldest one.