Sorry for the long wait, I haven't been able to get on line till now
When I come to I hear Thorin ask Bilbo's whereabouts and Gandalf answer. I leave my eyes closed.
"You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wild and that you had no place amongst us?" Thorin says his voice rising "I've never been so wrong in all my life!" I open one eye to se Thorin embracing Bilbo in a hug. I smile
"Glad to see there's some appreciation going around." I say propping myself up onto my elbows. Thorin looks to me before holding Bilbo at arm's length.
"I am sorry I doubted you." I nodded as if he was talking to me.
"No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero or a warrior...not even a burglar." Bilbo replies to Thorin as I smile at the great eagle who nudged my side.
"Farewell Mellon" (friend) I spoke gently to the beautiful avian king.
Thorin turns to me. "And you..." He trails off I cock my head pulling myself up using Fili as a crutch.
"Me?" I point to myself "You make a perfect leaning dwarf" I whisper to the blonde dwarf below me and he chuckles in amusement.
Thorin huffs "yes you." He lets out a small smile "You are the Warg queen?" I nod waving my hand dismissively "Do I get a hug too?" I ask and the dwarves chuckle, I even get a smile from the sullen Dwarven king.
"I would but you are far too tall" He jokes.
My mouth widens as my brain registers his attempt at a joke "Ah ha, he has humour" I cry dancing around. Before clutching my head. "Ouch" I mutter to myself.
"I have never been as wrong as I have today, apparently the Mirkwood elves are useful for more than just decoration" I smiled jubilantly ignoring the comment to my heritage, I had been accepted by the short angry man, this was a cause for revels.
Thorin looks past me into the distance "Is that what I think it is?" Bilbo asks I smile bringing Thorin and Bilbo into a side hug each arm wrapped around a short being.
"Erebor—the Lonely Mountain. The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of Middle earth." Gandalf confirms
"Our home." We turn and I drop my arms from the shoulders of the two.
"A raven! The birds are returning to the mountain." Oin says as a bird flies by
"That, my dear Oin, is a thrush." Gandalf says
"But we'll take it as a sign a good omen." I hear Thorin say
"You're right. I do believe the worst is behind us." Bilbo reminisces
But the sick feeling didn't leave my stomach