So, it is to be
*** Ok so first Hobbit fanfic! I own nothing... Hope you like ! Reviews are appreciated! :) ***
I looked at him with a burning hatred. This was the man that would take my life away from me - my freedom. I suppose it wasn't his fault really, but seeing as my step-father was conveniently out of reach I had no choice. He stared at the ground for a moment, maybe he felt the guilt for me as I hoped he would. When his eyes rose to meet mine my hating gaze faltered. His eyes were the deepest blue I'd ever seen. I felt uncomfortable as he stared into my soul. But there was more than that. A strong power lurked deep in there mixed with pride and suppressed anger. I knew then that he could overpower me in a second - I was as as fragile as porcelain. I won't admit that there was something even slightly intriguing about how dangerous this person was. Though I felt little fear standing alone on the balcony with him.
"So it is to be." he concluded rather harshly. The sheer deepness of his voice made it sound so ... majestic.
I made no reply. What was I to say? I simply assumed he was like my step father and would ignore any ideas from my part. He approached me calmly. I stood perfectly still for fear of what would happen if I turned away. It's not that he wasn't attractive -far from it. He wasn't as vulgar looking as the other dwarves and his long flowing locks would have made any girl swoon. If only I had met him under different circumstances... There was a slight breeze then - for it is rarely a still evening in the mountains- which began to pick up my skirts and loosen pieces of my braided hair. Without thinking he reached his hand up to brush a piece back out of my face. I continued to look at him as he did and he appeared to be almost remorseful once he did. All I managed to mumble was "Thanks... "
Just then loud stomping could be heard echoing through the hall. We both turned quickly as one would look to a rescuer who has come to save them from drowning.Thorin's nephews (or sister-sons as he so dramatically called them) Fili and Kili emerged onto the balcony alongside us. Hair flowing lightly in the wind the contrasting brothers approached Thorin carefully.
"Evening Uncle! We wer-" Kili cheered. They didn't notice me standing there right away and Fili elbowed Kili in the gut interrupting him and they both gave a bow.
"Fili, Kili this is my, -er my fiancee, Magdalena." there was a silence.
"You can just call me Leena" I offered and managed a smile.
Fili recognized my timid nature and gave me an understanding nod - a smile playing at his lips. Kili on the other hand was a little less insightful in these situations and gave a huge grin from ear to ear and rushed over to me. With one swoop he gave me a huge bear-hug and in the process I felt my feet lift off the ground. I lightly squealed as I had a fear of heights but I soon became calm as I could feel the strength of his arms around my waist. He laughed heartily and set me back down. I quickly glanced over at Thorin, who seemed uneasy about the whole ordeal. Obviously someone didnt like other people playing with his possessions.