An Unexpected Hobbit - Reader Insert

Hey, This Cave Looks Alright!

"Where do you think you're going?" (Name)'s muscles froze. She had forgotten about Bofur, who was standing watch.

"Back home," she murmured back, not turning to look at the dwarf.

"No, you can't turn back now!" Bofur protested. "You're one of the Company now! You're one of us."

(Name) whipped around. "I'm not, though, aren't I?" she shot back. "Thorin said so himself, that I have no place among you all. Before I get someone really hurt, or even killed, I need to leave! I don't even know why I followed you - I should've known I wouldn't have been accepted."

"We do accept you," Bofur urged. "Even though some of the others might not show it - even if Thorin doesn't show it. You are our burglar. I can understand - you're just homesick."

"No, no I'm not!" (Name) said a bit louder. "I am not homesick, and you don't understand! You dwarves, you're used to being wanderers and you don't belong anywhere, but my hobbit hole-"

Only then did she notice Bofur's offended face. "I-I'm sorry," she backpedaled, "I really didn't..."

"No, it's alright," he said gently. "We don't belong anywhere." Bofur put a hand on (Name)'s shoulder and smiled sadly. "I wish you all the luck in the world."

(Name) took one final glance around the cave in desperation. "Thank you-" she started to say, then paused with a start as her (e/c) eyes met sharp and fully awake blue.

Before any of them could say anything else, a loud and mechanical rumble filled the air. The three's eyes darted down to the surface they stood on to see black cracks break the smooth rock. Thorin stood up sharply. "Wake up," he yelled, "wake up!

It was too late - before the dwarves could even yawn or snap at Thorin for disturbing his sleep, the ground collapsed underneath them. (Name) stumbled on the broken ground, then followed the company. Yet another hard chute caught her, sending her tumbling down the slippery tunnel. A firm grip on her sword, she winced at the heat caused by the friction. She heard yells from underneath her along with thumps, proving that the tunnel did lead somewhere and that it would be a painful landing. The girl spotted an orange light at the end of the tunnel, and before she could even think about it, the tunnel spat her out.

(Name) landed with an oomph on a soft but lumpy pile. Groans came from underneath her, and only then did she realize that the other dwarves were underneath her, contained in a wooden cage. As she struggled to get up, the dwarf under her straightened, sending her rolling down the pile all the way to the back of the cage. Shouts came from the front, adding to the confusion of the moment. (Name) stayed standing on the single part of solid ground she could find, noticing that the pile of dwarves was slowly diminishing. She caught sights of strange creatures that somewhat resembled orcs, but seemed ... different, in a way. The dwarves looked like they were fighting against them, but they were very outnumbered. Pressing herself against the framework of the cage, she watched the not-orcs strip the dwarves of their weapons and march them away across a bridge. Balin seemed to be reluctantly giving in, but Thorin thrashed and attempted to strangle the not-orc holding him.

Somehow, the creatures missed the timid and hiding hobbit crouching in the corner of the cage. (Name) waited impatiently for them to go far enough away, then dashed out of her hiding spot after them. The line of dwarves grew smaller and smaller as they followed a path carved through the mountainside. Suddenly, the teen noticed that the seemingly solid earth was actually suspended by pillars of rock, disappearing into a black void. A wave of new fear hit her as she forced her eyes back up to the stalactites on the ceiling.

"Hey, you!" a squealy and high voice cried. (Name)'s eyes darted to the source to find yet another not-orc pointing a sword at her. It immediately started rushing at her, and she raised her own sword in response. The two metals clashed, but her blade was glowing a bright blue. Puzzled, she almost missed the not-orc's next strike, blocking it weakly at the last minute. Desperately, she swung wildly, trying to knock it off the rickety bridge they both stood on. The strike missed, and instead sliced through one of the ropes holding the bridge together. The wood planks tilted precariously, and both the creatures toppled silently down into the darkness below.

(Name)'s only light was the blue of her sword. Her stomach flopped around in her torso as she fell. Falling was all she knew for eras. Falling, falling, falling...Then all of a sudden, her body was jolted by an impact against a hard surface. Rings and echoes bounced around through her head, her limbs felt numb, and she kept falling. She slammed into another ledge, and the agony coursed through her half-conscious mind. Finally, the last fall. All she knew was a shock of pain in her left arm, and then darkness.

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