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Star of the Mountain: Chapter 5
Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films
Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield
Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz
Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.
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“Our business is no concern of elves,” Thorin said.
“For goodness sake, Thorin,” Gandalf huffed, “show him the map.”
“It is the legacy of my people. It is mine to protect, as are its secrets.”
“Save me from the stubbornness of Dwarves. Your pride will be your downfall. You stand in the presence of one of the few in Middle-Earth who can read that map. Show it to Lord Elrond.”
Thorin stared down Lord Elrond but the elven lord, however, did not seem phased, only slightly intrigued. Thorin once again knew Gandalf’s words to be true. The map was so old that not even Balin could read it.
Thorin reached into his coat and pulled out the map.
“Thorin, no!” Balin tried to sway him, but Thorin brushed his arm away. He knew he did not have many other options.
He handed the map to Lord Elrond. The elf unfolded the paper and looked it over with interest.
“Erebor,” he said, looking at Thorin. “What is your interest in this map?”
Thorin was about to tell him it was none of his concern when Gandalf spoke up first.
“It’s mainly academic,” the wizard said. “As you know, this sort of artifact sometimes contains hidden text.” He exchanged looks with Thorin, who kept silent. “You still read Ancient Dwarvish, do you not?”
Elrond turned away from them, further looking over the paper. He held it up to the night light.
“Cirth ithil.”
“Moon runes,” Gandalf breathed. “Of course. An easy thing to miss.”
“Well in this case, that is true. Moon runes can only be read by the light of a moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.”
“Can you read them?” Thorin asked.
Elrond nodded and motioned for the small group to follow him. Most of the company had gone back to their chambers, but Balin and Bilbo had stayed. The elf led them to an open cliff side, surrounded by waterfalls with a crystalline table in the center of the landing.
“These runes were written on a Midsummer’s Eve by the light of a crescent moon nearly two hundred years ago,” Elrond said. “It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell. Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield. The same moon shines upon us tonight.”
He lay the map on the table, allowing the newly revealed moonlight to shine on it. Thorin stared as silver runes began to appear. Elrond ran his finger across the page, translating the words.
“‘Stand by the gray stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.’”
“Durin’s Day?” Bilbo asked.
“It is the start of the dwarves’ new year, when the last moon of autumn and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together,” Gandalf explained.
“This is ill news,” Thorin said, turning to them. “Summer is passing. Durin’s Day will soon be upon us.”
“We still have time,” Balin reassured him.
“Time? For what?” Bilbo asked.
“To find the entrance. We have to be standing at exactly the right spot at exactly the right time. Then, and only then, can the door be opened.”
“So this is your purpose,” Elrond said, causing everyone to look at him. “To enter the Mountain.”
“What of it?” Thorin said lowly.
“There are some who would not deem it wise.”
Thorin narrowed his eyes at the lord and took back the map. He motioned for Balin to follow him out as the lord turned to speak briefly with Gandalf.. The dwarves left the cliffside, leaving the halfling standing awkwardly with the wizard and elf. Thorin silently questioned why he had even been present at the gathering. Thorin did not slow down until he was far away from the elven lord or any of his servants. Thorin didn’t even recognize his fast pace until he noticed that Balin had fallen slightly behind. He slowed down so the older dwarf could catch up.
“My apologies, my friend,” he said. “I am lost in thought.”
“It’s all right, laddie.” The two came to a stop. Balin looked up at his king. “So what is the plan?”
“We leave in the morning. At first light. We can’t have the elves trying to stop us.”
“And why would the elves be trying to stop you from leaving?” The dwarves turned around, surprised when they found Oreliell standing several feet away. Her head was tilted to the side, a curious look on her face though she also seemed amused. “What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now, Oakenshield?” she asked.
Balin glanced at Thorin, as if waiting to see what he would do. After a brief few moments, he patted Thorin’s shoulder.
“I’m going to turn in for the night,” he said. “I’ll let the others know of our plans.”
Thorin nodded. Balin bowed his head slightly toward Oreliell, who smiled at him. She stepped to the side to give him passage down the hall toward the company’s chambers. When he was out of sight, she looked back at Thorin.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
“Lord Elrond has discovered the true nature of our journey,” the king said. “We are going to Erebor.”
Oreliell listened as Thorin told her everything. He told her how he met Gandalf after arriving in Bree and how the wizard encouraged him to take on the quest. He told her about the gathering in the Shire at the unsuspecting hobbit’s home. He showed her the map and key, revealing what Elrond had told them not long before that. Oreliell crossed her arms, nodding slowly when Thorin finally stopped.
“I see,” she said. “Thorin, you understand the dangers that are ahead of you, right?”
“Of course.”
“Even with the news that there is apparently someone out there trying to kill you and your company? Not to mention the later danger of a sleeping, gold-coveting dragon.”
“Yes. This is my homeland,” he said. “It was taken from us and now we have an opportunity to reclaim what is rightfully ours. I cannot sit idly by and let this chance pass.”
Oreliell placed her hand on Thorin’s shoulder.
“I understand, Thorin. Believe me. Losing your home is the worst thing that could have happened to you. You’ve done great things for your kin and I understand your desire to give them back everything that they lost. It’s a noble thing to do.”
Silence fell over them as neither felt the urge to continue their conversation. Thorin had explained his motives in taking the quest and Oreliell had shown her understanding and support in them. It was something Thorin found himself grateful for.
They left the balcony together, but chose to walk around Rivendell a bit longer. They took various halls and stairs with no real destination in mind.
“Of course I was going to tell you. I was waiting for this very chance. And really, I think you can trust that I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you?”
Oreliell’s brows furrowed suddenly and she looked off over the railing they were walking by.
“What is it?” Thorin asked.
“Gandalf,” she replied.
The two walked quietly down the nearest flight of stairs, noticing Bilbo had also come to a stop on the landing. Below, Gandalf was conversing with Lord Elrond.
“That dragon has slept for sixty years,” Lord Elrond said. “What will happen if your plan should fail? If you wake the beast?”
“What if we succeed?” Gandalf countered. “If the dwarves take back the mountain, our defenses in the East will be strengthened.”
“It is a dangerous move, Gandalf.”
“It is also dangerous to do nothing.” It was then that Bilbo turned, eyes widening when he saw Oreliell and Thorin standing behind him. He turned back around, obviously slightly uncomfortable being caught listening to the current conversation. “Oh, come, the throne of Erebor is Thorin’s birthright. What is it you fear?”
“Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind, his father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear that Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?”
Thorin turned away from the conversation, but their words still reached his ears.
“Gandalf, these decisions do not rest with us alone. It’s not up to you or me to redraw the map of Middle-Earth.”
The lord and wizard continued on their way, still talking about the quest.
Thorin thought back to his grandfather and how he had acted leading up to Smaug’s attack. He had become obsessed with Erebor’s treasure and with the Arkenstone. While it was the king’s jewel, it had nearly cost Thror his life. Thorin himself was the one to pull him from Erebor’s treasure hoard after Smaug took the mountain.
“Thorin?” The dwarf looked at Oreliell, briefly noting that Bilbo had slipped away. “Are you all right?”
He nodded roughly and cleared his throat.
“I shall retire for the night,” he said. He offered her a small smile. “I hope our paths cross again, Oreliell. I cannot thank you or your sister enough for what you’ve done for us these past days.”
Without waiting for her reply, Thorin turned and retreated back to the chambers where his kin were residing for the evening.
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