·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙
　　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Y/n was listening to the dwarves' conversation, now getting more information on this adventure she was supposed to join. It seemed pretty straightforward, but she knew there was no easy work of killing a fire-breathing dragon, and she would have to use her wolf form even to be igual in power. "What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?" Balin says, and y/n looks at Throin. The dwarf catches her look but so nothing to her. "Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms."

The dwarves murmur in joy, "What do the dwarves of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?" Dwalin asks, the tension immediately coming to play. Y/n shifts a little uncomfortable but says nothing as she has no idea who they're talking about. "They will not come," Thorin answers grimly after a while. "They say this quest is ours, and ours alone." Y/n has a feeling this is the adventure Gandalf wanted her to join, and this was why she was hosting these dwarves and the hobbit. They would get to know each other more, and that's why. She sighs, and Gandalf turns to her "lady y/n let us have a little more light." Y/n nods and stands up, ignoring the looks she gets.

Soon she comes back with a candle and sees that Gandalf has spread out a map on her dining table "Far to the East, over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands, lies a single solitary peak." The grey wizard explains, and Bilbo reads its name, "The Lonely Mountain." The dwarf named Gloin speaks up, earning an eye roll from Dori "Aye. Oin has read the prophecies, and the warnings say it is time."

Oin, the younger brother of Gloin, nods, speaking up. First, now notice y/n that the poor dwarf is deaf as he holds a listening thing, and she knows without it he cannot hear. "Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold: When the birds of yore return to Erebor, the beast's reign will end."

Cold sweat starts to heave over the young lady, and she sighs to calm her nerves. "You okay there, lassie?" Balin asks, seeing her state. "Yeah, I am," she answers with a smile. Suddenly Ori calls out, standing up, "I'm not afraid! I'm up for it. I'll give him a taste of the Dwarfish iron right up his jacksie."

Y/n rolls her eyes softly but is amused by the young dwarf's courage. "The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us. But we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best, nor brightest." Balin says, earning a lot of offended shouts from his fellow dwarves. "Enough," y/n growled, getting the dwarves' attention. She then looks at Fili, who nods thanks to her and starts to speak. How she knew he was going to talk was beyond any of them. "We may be few in number, but we're fighters, all of us, to the last dwarf!"

His brother Kili chimes in, smiling like a child, "And you forget, we have a wizard in our company. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time." The poor old wizard receives a look from y/n, and he starts to protest, "Oh, well, now, uh, I-I-I wouldn't say that, I- -"

Dori gets excited and calls to him, "How many, then?" Y/n sees where this is going and growl, all the dwarves silencing. "Enough of that petty barking and bets. Gandalf doesn't kill dragons or any beast unless they're evil. Now leave him be" none of the dwarves dare speak against her. Once more, she gives way; she knows someone wants to talk and looks at Throin, who gives her a slight glare but a nod in thanks none tells. "If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years. Eyes look east to the Mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor? Du Bekâr! Du Bekâr!"

The dwarves cheer until Balin speaks up, silencing them all "You forget: the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain." Gandalf gets a smug look, and y/n noticed this giving a small smile as she feels the power the thing he's about to reveal holds. "That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true."

Out of his pockets shows a dwarvish key, ornately wrought. The dwarves share in the wonder. Y/n is also mundo y brown away by this simple yet powerful object. "How came you by this?" Throin looks at Gandalf, who smiles. "It was given to me by your father, by Thrain, for safekeeping. It is yours now." The key is handed to the young prince, and all the dwarves hold their breath.

Y/n smiles, her magic bustling. She looks out at her window seeing the moonlight glowing at her simple yet beautiful house. She gets a small spiral of pain down her spine and stands quietly up, leaning to whisper something in Gandalf's ear. "I'll be outside in the forest if you need me," she says, and Gandalf catches her eyes, nodding. She slinks off without knowledge of the dwarves. Well, at least some of them. Thorin sees that their hostess slinks off and questions why. Not out loud, though.

Somehow he knows he won't get the words out of Gandalf if he asks him, so he'll wait and ask y/n herself instead.

If he only knew.

☯︎

The day gave away to evening, and y/n knew this would be the last night in her bed in her own house. She walked around her recúdame, giving it as much protection magic as possible. She wished her home wouldn't be found, so she made a spell to keep it that way. When she finally sat down for the evening, she sat in the same room as the dwarves in front of her hearth.

The dwarves sang softly, making her heart clench, knowing they'd lost their home. She had a long time ago that's why she loved to middle earth. Her song had so much meaning and so much pain and sorrow. Here let me show it to you

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·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙
　　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

I'm sorry, my dear dragons, but here I'll end the chap. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

That was all!

-Saph