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Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
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“Bilba nodded and headed to Syrath, climbing onto his back with Fili behind her.
They lifted off, the ground falling away behind them and she leaned against Fili, mentally picturing the final shards of the shell she'd built around herself falling away below her.
She was neither the naïve girl she'd been before her mother's death or the well of never-ending hate she'd been after.
She was Bilba, the daughter of Belladonna Took and Dwalin, son of Fundin.
She was Orcrist, Orc Cleaver, protector of the weak and defenseless.
She was the rider of Syrath, the partner and One of Fili, son of Vili, Crown Prince of Erebor.
She was her father's daughter and her mother's light.
She was more than what the orcs had tried to make her, more than what she'd made herself and more than the false foundations upon which she'd built her life.
She would rebuild again and, this time, it wouldn't be on the false hope of a fictional father she'd created in her mind and it wouldn't be on the twisted lie given to her by hate.
It would be based on truth, on what Fili and Syrath saw in her, what she was just starting to see in herself and what she saw when she looked at her father.
It would be based on allowing people in, not shutting them out.
And, this time, her foundation would be unshakable.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
They lifted off, the ground falling away behind them and she leaned against Fili, mentally picturing the final shards of the shell she'd built around herself falling away below her.
She was neither the naïve girl she'd been before her mother's death or the well of never-ending hate she'd been after.
She was Bilba, the daughter of Belladonna Took and Dwalin, son of Fundin.
She was Orcrist, Orc Cleaver, protector of the weak and defenseless.
She was the rider of Syrath, the partner and One of Fili, son of Vili, Crown Prince of Erebor.
She was her father's daughter and her mother's light.
She was more than what the orcs had tried to make her, more than what she'd made herself and more than the false foundations upon which she'd built her life.
She would rebuild again and, this time, it wouldn't be on the false hope of a fictional father she'd created in her mind and it wouldn't be on the twisted lie given to her by hate.
It would be based on truth, on what Fili and Syrath saw in her, what she was just starting to see in herself and what she saw when she looked at her father.
It would be based on allowing people in, not shutting them out.
And, this time, her foundation would be unshakable.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
“That was it. Just…fate. No grand scheme, no conscious decision one way or the other, her father wasn't a coward or apathetic, he hadn't chosen to leave them to die in Moria…nothing.
It simply was.
Her father should have come.
Her father would have come.
Her father could have come.
Would have, should have, could have…..
Didn't.
The end.
Done.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
It simply was.
Her father should have come.
Her father would have come.
Her father could have come.
Would have, should have, could have…..
Didn't.
The end.
Done.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
“She felt like she stood on ground that was crumbling away under her feet.
She didn't know what the right course of action was.
She didn't know which way to go.
So, in the end, she would do the one thing she did know.
The one thing she was good at.
She would stand her ground.
And she would fight until she found her way.
If she ever did.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
She didn't know what the right course of action was.
She didn't know which way to go.
So, in the end, she would do the one thing she did know.
The one thing she was good at.
She would stand her ground.
And she would fight until she found her way.
If she ever did.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
“She turned her gaze on him, eyes the color of amber, and Fili felt the breath leave him as though he'd been physically kicked.
Her eyes were completely empty, blank. The look she leveled on him might be the same she leveled on an insect.
She hates me, he thought dumbly, forgetting he still had his shields wide open from his attempts to contact Glamdring.
It's not personal. A voice suddenly spoke in his head and Fili jerked, his eyes snapping to Glamdring. She hates everyone.
Fili looked at Orcrist again, almost convinced the ice in her eyes might be capable of actually opening lacerations.
On the one hand his dragon had finally spoken to him.
On the other his dragon partner, who might possibly be the most beautiful and amazing woman he'd ever seen, hated him…and everyone else.
Well, Kili's voice spoke in his mind, where he'd apparently been eavesdropping. You did say once you hoped your dragon partner and dragon would be interesting.
Interesting, Fili clarified. I said interesting, not insane.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
Her eyes were completely empty, blank. The look she leveled on him might be the same she leveled on an insect.
She hates me, he thought dumbly, forgetting he still had his shields wide open from his attempts to contact Glamdring.
It's not personal. A voice suddenly spoke in his head and Fili jerked, his eyes snapping to Glamdring. She hates everyone.
Fili looked at Orcrist again, almost convinced the ice in her eyes might be capable of actually opening lacerations.
On the one hand his dragon had finally spoken to him.
On the other his dragon partner, who might possibly be the most beautiful and amazing woman he'd ever seen, hated him…and everyone else.
Well, Kili's voice spoke in his mind, where he'd apparently been eavesdropping. You did say once you hoped your dragon partner and dragon would be interesting.
Interesting, Fili clarified. I said interesting, not insane.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
“Bilba.
His memory called forth an image, not of how he'd last seen her but of how he normally saw her. Wearing the armor Fili had made her, tall and strong, her sword clutched firmly in hand as she charged forth to battle the dark.
Mahal, but she was beautiful.
She was fire and ice, strength and stubbornness, grace and finesse. She was unwaveringly loyal, kind and compassionate to a fault and braver than anyone he'd ever known.
If someone had asked him to describe the perfect child the resulting image he would have come up with wouldn't have held a candle to the person Bilba actually was.
There was no comparison.
She was as beautiful as Bella had been, inside and out.
And he'd left her in Moria.
Both of them.
(DWALIN)”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
His memory called forth an image, not of how he'd last seen her but of how he normally saw her. Wearing the armor Fili had made her, tall and strong, her sword clutched firmly in hand as she charged forth to battle the dark.
Mahal, but she was beautiful.
She was fire and ice, strength and stubbornness, grace and finesse. She was unwaveringly loyal, kind and compassionate to a fault and braver than anyone he'd ever known.
If someone had asked him to describe the perfect child the resulting image he would have come up with wouldn't have held a candle to the person Bilba actually was.
There was no comparison.
She was as beautiful as Bella had been, inside and out.
And he'd left her in Moria.
Both of them.
(DWALIN)”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
