#(like what do they eat the dung..e..on... oh... they do... nice...)

[thefourpointedstar]

yknow... im smart and can draw a connection thru all the games i enjoy, They all relate to suffering and i dunno what that says about me( i do know tho ) but... who knows maybbbe i want to save them from their descent into pain and maybe i can do something for them??? ( i cant... most of the time [wonk ↜‿ ↥])

[Homestuck's in the tags because its mechanics are cool]

[onlyfreds]

He's a Simp | F.W.

Title: He's a Simp

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred is a simp when it comes to Hogwart's most popular girl: Y/N L/N

A/N: This is absolutely the first time that I wrote the whole fic through Fred's POV.

(Fred’s POV)

“Finally!” George said as he hopped off the couch, stretching a bit, “What took you forever? I’m starving.”

I rolled my eyes at him, flipping him off, “Don’t be overdramatic. I only took five minutes.”

George scoffed, “Whatever, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

The two of us then headed down to the Great Hall then we sat down next to Ginny.

“What took you two so long?” She asked as she took a bite out of her toast.

“Oh nothing.” George said, filling his cup with pumpkin juice, “Fred just wanted to make sure that he looked good for his favorite girl.”

I felt my cheeks heat, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Can we at least eat breakfast first before you two argue?” Ron said impatiently, cutting off the argument.

“Who’s Fred’s favorite girl anyway?” Harry asked.

Hermione looked at him, “You seriously don’t know?”

Harry shook his head.

“His favorite girl is none other than Y/N L/N.” George said, teasingly nudging my shoulder.

Harry still looked confused, “Who?”

“Miss Popular!” Ron said through a mouthful of food.

“She’s the most intelligent.” Hermione said.

“The kindest, the sweetest, the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest and the most amazing person in school.” I said, smiling dreamily.

“Aaw.” Ginny cooed, “Look at that, Freddie’s in love.”

George chuckled, “In love? He’s whipped for her. He’s basically a simp!”

“And, here she comes now.” Hermione said with a small smile.

As if on cue, Y/N came in with Angelina and Alicia.

At that moment, the world seemed to fall into slow motion, the way her eyes seemed to almost disappear behind her smile. Her laugh was a tune that came straight from heaven.

I wondered what it would be like if I made her laugh, if I was the cause of her laughter.

I wondered, as I always did, what it would be like to hold her, hug her, kiss her, love her so freely and openly to show the whole world how lucky I am to have her in my life. To call her mine.

I felt Ginny gently tap my chin, “Fred, you’re obviously gaping at her and you’re literally drooling.”

I could feel the blush rising up to my cheeks as I wiped the spit off my chin.

“Seriously Freddie.” Ginny said, smacking Ron’s hand away as he tried to reach for her toast, “Why don’t you ask her out? She’s really nice.”

George snorted, almost spewing his pumpkin juice on Harry, “Ginny, before Fred could utter a single syllable in front of Y/N he would’ve already melted just by looking at her.”

“Yeah.” Hermione said with a small giggle, “Fred would do absolutely anything Y/N would tell him.”

Harry laughed, “That’s how much he’s whipped for her.”

“Mate, he’s practically wrapped around her finger.” Ron said.

Harry leaned forward, “You better get a move on mate. Before someone else beats you to it.”

--

George and I were walking back from the library, having finished researching for one of my products when I heard someone calling me.

“Hey Fred! Wait up!”

I turned and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that Y/N was the source of the voice.

“H-hi, what’s u-up?” I asked, praying that the blush could only be mistaken for the heat.

She gave a small smile, handing me a book, “Here, you left this in the library.”

I took the book from her, “T-thanks.”

She nodded, “I’ll see you around.” Then she headed back inside the library.

George nudged my shoulder teasingly, “Aaw, somebody’s a simp.”

I flipped him off, “Who wouldn’t be? Just look at her.”

He tried to reach for the book Y/N handed me, but I swatted his hand away, holding the book close to my chest.

George scoffed, “You really are obsessed.”

--

News about the Yule Ball traveled around Hogwarts spread like wildfire. Now guys were asking their dream girls left and right.

Ron was planning on asking Hermione, Harry was too late for Ginny and George had already asked Angelina.

My only problem: How was I supposed to ask Y/N L/N?

I was walking back from the owlery when I overheard a conversation from a bunch of guys I didn’t know.

“Mate, do you already have a date for the ball?”

“No, I was actually planning on asking Y/N.”

“You’d be one lucky guy to date her.”

“She’s literally the girl of my dreams.”

“Come on, whoever gets to marry her. I would be so jealous of.”

My hands immediately clenched to fists at my side as I walked away from the group.

My thoughts were so clouded that I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” We both said at the same time.

I looked up and my eyes met the y/e/c ones of Y/N.

“Sorry.” I apologized sheepishly, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She gave a reassuring smile, “It’s fine. I was just heading to the owlery.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I had just gone there.”

Y/N was already halfway up the stairs when an impulsive and possibly rash decision made me call after her, “Hey Y/N!”

She turned around, “Yeah?”

“Will you go to the ball with me?” I asked, immediately regretting my decision and started to brace myself for rejection.

But she just smiled, “I would love to.”

My eyes widened, thinking I’ve misheard her, “Come again?”

She giggled, the sound similar to angels singing, “I said that I would love to go to the ball with you.”

I grinned, “Thanks. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

She nodded, her beaming smile never seemed to leave her lips, “Sounds brilliant.”

I walked back to the common room with a spring in my step, not believing my luck that out of all the people in this school, I was Y/N’s date to the ball.

“Someone’s in a good mood today.” George said.

I grinned, “How couldn’t I be Georgie? The sun’s shining. It’s a beautiful day.”

“Come on.” Ginny said, suddenly interested in the conversation, “We know there’s something going on. So just spill it.”

I smiled, leaning back on the couch, “I asked Y/N to the ball.”

“And?” Ginny and George said in unison.

“She said yes.”

“Yes!” Both of them said, doing a little celebration dance along with the chant, “She said yes! She said yes! She said yes!”

It was honestly the best day of my life.

--

Christmas couldn’t come any faster.

Next thing I knew, I was already standing at the end of the staircase by the Great Hall.

I fiddled nervously with the end of the jacket the dress robes came with, hoping that Y/N didn’t back out last minute.

I then heard soft footsteps growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

“She’s beautiful.” I heard Angelina say next to causing me to turn around.

My jaw literally dropped when I saw her. She looked like a goddess dressed in a y/f/c gown that fell a bit past her knees with her hair tied up in a half-up half-down look. Giving a shy smile when she saw me staring at her.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” I said, when she arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

Her cheeks were suddenly painted with a tint of rose pink, “You look quite dashing as well.”

I offered my arm to her, “Ready to party?”

She giggled, taking it, “Absolutely.”

Everyone was looking at us when we entered, I saw George give me a thumbs-up from afar.

--

We were taking a small break after dancing the night away. Having a drink in a secluded part of the hall.

“What are you doing on the arm of a Weasley, L/N?” An, obviously, drunk Adrian Pucey calls out.

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she answered, “Why? What do you care?”

Pucey gave a drunken laugh, “Shouldn’t you be on the arm of someone better? Like me?”

I was ready to go and teach the guy a lesson on manners when Y/N placed a hand on my arm, “Are you trying to make me laugh Adrian? Whoever told you that you were better than Fred Weasley is talking dragon dung. And I would rather skip the ball than not be on Fred’s arm. So, if you excuse us, we have to go.” She said, dragging me back into the Great Hall.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She apologized, “Pucey could be such a prick at times.”

I paid no attention to her apology, “Do you really mean it?”

She gave me a confused look, “Mean what?”

“What you said. That you would rather skip the ball than be someone else’s date?”

She blushed, “Yeah.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard; has she been waiting for me to ask her this whole time?

“I’ve actually fancied for such a long time.” She admitted, fiddling with a stray strand of her hair.

Have I actually died and this is already heaven?

Y/N was stunned at her sudden confession and started to ramble, “Oh Godric, I’m sorry. I just made things so awkward. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I mean, of course you won’t feel the same. Why would you? I could be so annoying at times and I’m not even that pretty. Besides, I’m sure there are other girls that are way in your league-“

She wouldn’t let me speak, so I did the only thing I knew to shut her up: I crashed my lips onto hers.

I rested my hands on her waist as she rested hers on my shoulder.

Once our lungs started to demand for air we pulled away.

“Will you let me talk now?” I asked.

Y/N looked up at me, cheeks painted red, “Yeah. Sure.”

“I love you too.” I confessed, “You did not make things awkward, you made it feel like I was in heaven. You are the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on. My whole family teases me for being such a simp for you. I am so whipped that I would gladly do anything you ask me to do. So, now all those have been sorted out, will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?”

She giggled, pressing our lips together in a brief kiss, “That’s the best thing I would ever be: Fred Weasley’s girlfriend.”

There was no denying that Fred Weasley is a simp for Y/N L/N.

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Written In The Stars CV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m so lost idk in which day of the week I’m living and the posting schedule for this thing is a mess in wattpad and Ao3 h e l p -Danny

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Chapter Three: The Order of the Phoenix.

"Hold it!" Ron stopped them before they could continue their walk towards the kitchen. "They're still in the hall, we might be able to hear something —"

The gloomy hallway below was packed with witches and wizards, including all of Harry's guard. They were whispering excitedly together. In the very centre of the group, Harry saw the dark, greasy-haired head and prominent nose of his least favourite teacher at Hogwarts, Professor Snape. Harry leaned farther over the bannisters. He was very interested in what Snape was doing for the Order of the Phoenix...

A thin piece of flesh-coloured string descended in front of Harry's eyes. Looking up he saw Fred and George on the landing above, cautiously lowering the Extendable Ear toward the dark knot of people below. A moment later, however, they began to move toward the front door and out of sight.

"Dammit," Harry heard Fred whisper, as he hoisted the Extendable Ear back up again.

They heard the front door open and then close.

"Snape never eats here... Thank God. C'mon."

"And don't forget to keep your voice down in the hall, Harry," Hermione whispered.

"We're eating down in the kitchen," Mrs Weasley told them in a hushed voice. "Harry, dear, if you'll just tiptoe across the hall, it's through this door here —"

CRASH.

"Tonks!"

"I'm sorry! It's that stupid umbrella stand, that's the second time I've tripped over —"

"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers —"

"Ah yes, that's the evening bell to announce dinner," Mel said with an ironic smile.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut up!" Sirius grabbed the curtain and attempted to hide the portrait unsuccessfully.

"Yoooou!" The woman shouted. "Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!"

"I said — shut — UP!"

Lupin grabbed the other end and both men closed it tightly.

"Hello, Harry," Sirius said, more calmly this time. "I see you've met my mother."

"Your— ?"

"My dear old mum, yeah. We've been trying to get her down for a month but we think she put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of the canvas. Let's get downstairs, quick, before they all wake up again."

"But what's a portrait of your mother doing here?"

"Hasn't anyone told you? This was my parents' house," said Sirius, looking at Mel briefly. "But I'm the last Black left, so it's mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for headquarters — about the only useful thing I've been able to do."

It was scarcely less gloomy than the hall above, a cavernous room with rough stone walls. Most of the light was coming from a large fire at the far end of the room. A haze of pipe smoke hung in the air like battle fumes, through which loomed the menacing shapes of heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling. Many chairs had been crammed into the room for the meeting and a long wooden table stood in the middle of the room, littered with rolls of parchment, goblets, empty wine bottles, and a heap of what appeared to be rags. Mr Weasley and his eldest son, Bill, were talking quietly with their heads together at the end of the table.

Mrs Weasley cleared her throat. Her husband, a thin, balding, redhaired man, who wore horn-rimmed glasses, looked around and jumped to his feet.

"Harry! Good to see you!"

"Journey all right, Harry?" Bill called, picking up some parchments before Mel could see what was written in them. "Mad-Eye didn't make you come via Greenland, then?"

"He tried," said Tonks dropping a candle onto the last parchment. "Oh no — sorry —"

"Here, dear," said Mrs Weasley, fixing it quickly. "This sort of thing ought to be cleared away promptly at the end of meetings..."

"Evanesco!" Bill exclaimed, and the papers vanished.

"Sit down, Harry. You've met Mundungus, haven't you?"

"Some'n say m' name? I 'gree with Sirius..." Mundungus mumbled in his sleep.

Mel and Ginny laughed, waking him up.

"The meeting's over, Dung... Harry's arrived."

"Eh? Blimey, so 'e 'as. Yeah... you all right, 'arry?"

"Yeah."

Mundungus fumbled nervously in his pockets, still staring at Harry, and pulled out a grimy black pipe. He stuck it in his mouth, ignited the end of it with his wand, and took a deep pull on it. Great billowing clouds of greenish smoke obscured him in seconds.

"Owe you a 'pology," grunted a voice from the middle of the smelly cloud.

"For the last time, Mundungus," called Mrs Weasley, "will you please not smoke that thing in the kitchen, especially not when we're about to eat!"

"Ah," said Mundungus. "Right. Sorry, Molly."

"Harry!"

Emily rushed over to the boy, smothering him with kisses and trying to brush his hair. Harry blushed furiously and tried to escape from her grip, but she kept him in place.

"You look so skinny! Don't worry, you'll be looking charming as a prince in no time," Emily tugged at his shirt. "We need to fix these– " When Harry stood up again, she gasped. "Merlin, you've grown!"

Harry was looking eye to eye at her for the first time in fifteen years. Least to say Emily didn't take it well.

"My little boy!" She teared up. "Not so little now... even taller than Mel! Oh, you look so much like James!"

"Mothers..." Mel rolled her eyes, but the woman ignored her.

"Never seen her like that before," Sirius whispered to her. "She used to be so tough... now look at her, crying over a kid's height!"

Mel grinned, catching the way Sirius was beaming at her mother.

"Mum, let him breathe," Mel stepped in, pulling her away gently. "I think you need a moment, sit down..."

"If you want dinner before midnight I'll need a hand," Mrs Weasley told them. "No, you can stay where you are, Harry dear, you've had a long journey —"

"What can I do, Molly?" said Tonks.

"Er — no, it's all right, Tonks, you have a rest too, you've done enough today —"

"No, no, I want to help!"

"I'll help, my mum's having a crisis," Mel teased.

As she started to set the plates on the table, she heard the adults continue their talk.

"Had a good summer so far?"

"No, it's been lousy," Harry retorted.

"Don't know what you're complaining about, myself."

"What?"

"Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you've had it bad, at least you've been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights... I've been stuck inside for a month."

"Didn't know my company was such a torment," Mel replied without looking up.

"How come?" Harry asked.

"Because the Ministry of Magic's still after me, and Voldemort will know all about me being an Animagus by now, Wormtail will have told him, so my big disguise is useless. There's not much I can do for the Order of the Phoenix... or so Dumbledore feels– I didn't mean I'm not having fun with you, little Em," He added out loud. "I just... yeah, I know I could be doing more..."

"At least you've known what's been going on."

"Oh yeah! Listening to Snape's reports, having to take all his snide hints that he's out there risking his life while I'm sat on my backside here having a nice comfortable time... asking me how the cleaning's going —"

"Snape's a twat," Mel said as she settled a plate in front of Sirius, "you shouldn't take it personally, it's like hearing a seven-year-old showing off."

"What cleaning?" Harry asked them.

"Trying to make this place fit for human habitation– No one's lived here for ten years, not since my dear mother died, unless you count her old house-elf, and he's gone round the twist, hasn't cleaned anything in ages —"

"Sirius? This solid silver, mate?" Mundungus said, examining a small goblet.

"Ye... Finest fifteenth-century goblin-wrought silver, embossed with the Black family crest."

"That'd come off, though," muttered Mundungus.

"Keep your filthy paws away from it, Dung," Emily kicked him under the table.

"Fred — George — NO, JUST CARRY THEM!"

Harry, Sirius, and Mundungus looked around and, a split second later, dived away from the table. Fred and George had bewitched a large cauldron of stew, an iron flagon of butterbeer, and a heavy wooden breadboard, complete with knife, to hurtle through the air toward them. The stew skidded the length of the table and came to a halt just before the end, leaving a long black burn on the wooden surface, the flagon of butterbeer fell with a crash, spilling its contents everywhere, and the bread knife slipped off the board and landed, point down and quivering ominously, exactly where Sirius's right hand had been seconds before.

Mel managed to retreat barely on time and hissed when the knife touched her skin briefly.

"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! THERE WAS NO NEED — I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS — JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!"

"We were just trying to save a bit of time!" said Fred, running into the room and grabbing the knife. "Sorry Sirius, mate — didn't mean to —" He stared at Mel, who was holding the patch of skin where the knife cut.

Emily and Sirius were laughing, not noticing she'd gotten hurt. Mundungus was on the floor. Harry, however, was touching his hand in the exact same place her cut was.

"I'm sorry, Lady!" Fred left the knife on the table and examined her hand. "Blimey– let me see..."

"What happened?" Emily stood up.

"I'm okay," She quickly pushed the boy and her mother out of the way to wash her injury. "Just a scratch..."

"Boys, your mother's right, you're supposed to show a sense of responsibility now that you're—"

"— none of your brothers caused this sort of trouble! Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't Charm everything he met! Percy —"

"Let's eat!" said Bill abruptly.

"It looks wonderful, Molly," said Lupin.

"Let me see, Mel!" Fred insisted.

The girl noticed Harry was staring and turned away hastily.

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Tough girl like her mother!" Exclaimed Sirius happily.

"I've been meaning to tell you, there's something trapped in that writing desk in the drawing-room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course, it could just be a boggart, but I thought we ought to ask Alastor to have a look at it before we let it out."

"Whatever you like," said Sirius.

"The curtains in there are full of doxies too, I thought we might try and tackle them tomorrow."

"I look forward to it," said Sirius sarcastically. Emily slapped his arm mumbling 'Behave!'

Mel was chatting with Mundungus, the twins, and Ron. Dung wasn't exactly of her liking, but the boys made him tolerable enough.

"...and then, if you'll believe it, 'e says to me, 'e says, ' 'ere, Dung, where didja get all them toads from? 'Cos some son of a Bludger's gone and nicked all mine!' And I says, 'Nicked all your toads, Will, what next? So you'll be wanting some more, then?' And if you'll believe me, lads, the gormless gargoyle buys all 'is own toads back orf me for twice what 'e paid in the first place —"

"I don't think we need to hear any more of your business dealings, thank you very much, Mundungus," said Mrs Weasley over Ron's cackles.

"Beg pardon, Molly, but, you know, Will nicked 'em orf Warty Harris in the first place so I wasn't really doing nothing wrong —"

"I don't know where you learned about right and wrong, Mundungus, but you seem to have missed a few crucial lessons."

Fred and George buried their faces behind their goblets, Mel sent an innocent smile to her mother. She didn't know why, but she was feeling keener to do mischief than years prior. Maybe that was the result of spending so much time around the twins.

"How come you're not all over Harry?" George asked her quietly. "You're sitting with us after so long without hearing from him..."

"Don't nag about that," She rolled her eyes. "Fred already asked me. Stop it or you'll wake up to a dead rat on your pillow."

"I'll stop asking if you promise that I'll wake up to you on my pillow," Fred winked at her, which caused her to blush.

"Don't even think about it," She replied, making a face.

"Nearly time for bed, I think," said Mrs Weasley.

"Not just yet, Molly," Sirius took a deep breath. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."

Mel snorted, she felt the sudden change in the room, but she didn't care about being the only one who found it funny.

"You think he didn't? He went mad upstairs!" She exclaimed.

"I did!" said Harry, then threw a grumpy look her way. "Not the part about going mad, but I asked Ron and Hermione, they said we're not allowed in the Order, so —"

"And they're quite right. You're too young." Said Mrs Weasley.

"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions? Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen —"

"Sirius..." Emily started.

"Hang on!" interrupted George.

"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" said Fred.

"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" said George.

"'You're too young, you're not in the Order,'" Fred imitated his mother's voice. "Harry's not even of age!"

Mel looked around the table with disinterest, of course Harry was going to have all the answers he wanted. What was worse, she'd started to realize how much she'd felt his absence. And she hated that, she hadn't understood exactly how badly she was missing her best friend until he was standing in front of her.

"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing. That's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand —"

"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry! You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"

"Which bit?"

"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know!"

"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly, but as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back he has more right than most to —"

"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix! He's only fifteen and —"

"— and he's dealt with as much as most in the Order, and more than some —"

"No one's denying what he's done! But he's still —"

"He's not a child!"

"He's not an adult either! He's not James, Sirius!"

Mel saw the way her mother's face paled at the remark, that had to be a sensitive subject.

"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly."

"I'm not sure you are! Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!"

"What's wrong with that?" Harry pouted.

For the first time in weeks, Mel felt something else besides resentment towards the boy. Harry needed Sirius, he wanted to be as important as his father. She couldn't blame Sirius for seeing James in Harry, not when sometimes she would catch herself thinking of her own father when looking at Sirius.

"What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him! You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!"

"Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?"

"Meaning you've been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and —"

"We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!"

"Arthur! Arthur, back me up!"

"Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts that Harry will have to be filled in to a certain extent now that he is staying at headquarters —"

"Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes! Emily!"

The woman gave a start, but she spoke with confidence.

"Harry is as smart as they make 'em. He's brave and he knows this is not a game. I've seen this kid grow and I like to think I've brought him up a little, I can give you my word that knowing won't put him in danger..."

"Personally," said Lupin, leaning further on his place. "I think it better that Harry gets the facts — not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture — from us, rather than a garbled version from... others. Emily's got a point, she's been with him for the longest time, if there's someone on this table that gets to decide apart from Harry, that's her."

"Well," said Mrs Weasley, positively fuming. "I can see I'm going to be overruled. I'll just say this: Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has got Harry's best interests at heart —"

"He's not your son," Sirius mumbled under his breath.

"He's as good as!" Mrs Weasley yelled. "Who else has he got?"

"He's got me! He's got Emily!"

"Yes," said Mrs Weasley. "The thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it? And not too sound rude, Emily dear, but you had no control over Harry's life when he was a baby and you still have none. You have your hands full with Mel."

Sirius tried to stand up but Emily pulled him back down.

"Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry," said Lupin, sounding a bit annoyed. "Sirius, calm down. I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this, he's old enough to decide for himself."

"I think we've talked enough about him as if he weren't present," Emily nodded.

"I want to know what's been going on," Harry said immediately.

"Very well," said Mrs Weasley. "You six — I want you out of this kitchen, now."

"We're of age!" Fred and George.

"If Harry's allowed, why can't I?" Ron exclaimed.

"Mum, I want to!" Ginny demanded.

Mel and Emily shared a look, the woman knew there was no point attempting to send her daughter away. Mel knew she didn't have to ask.

"NO! I absolutely forbid —"

"Molly, you can't stop Fred and George... They are of age —"

"They're still at school —"

"But they're legally adults now," Arthur said tiredly.

"Mel can stay," Emily replied, then she added coldly. "I don't need to have control over anything my daughter does to know that she'll treat the information with discretion."

"I — oh, all right then, Fred and George can stay, but Ron —"

"Mel and Harry'll tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway!" Ron hesitated, looking at Harry with doubt. "Won't — won't you?"

" 'Course I will," Harry said casually. Mel nodded.

"Fine!" Mrs Weasley put the plates away angrily. "Fine! Ginny — BED!"

After a few minutes of putting everything away, Lupin asked him:

"Okay, Harry... what do you want to know?"

"Where's Voldemort? What's he doing? I've been trying to watch the Muggle news and there hasn't been anything that looks like him yet, no funny deaths or anything —"

"That's because there haven't been any suspicious deaths yet," said Sirius, "not as far as we know, anyway... And we know quite a lot."

"More than he thinks we do anyway," said Lupin.

"How come he's stopped killing people?"

"Because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself at the moment. It would be dangerous for him. His comeback didn't come off quite the way he wanted it to, you see. He messed it up."

"Or rather, you messed it up for him," Lupin smiled a bit.

"How?"

"You weren't supposed to survive! Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was supposed to know he'd come back. But you survived to bear witness."

"And the very last person he wanted alerted to his return the moment he got back was Dumbledore, and you made sure Dumbledore knew at once," Lupin looked at her. "With your help."

Fred and George looked at her without understanding. She hadn't mentioned to any of her friends the lifeline connection, how could she, without giving away the reason for her fight with Harry?

"How has that helped?" Harry asked.

"Are you kidding?" said Bill, answering Harry's question. "Dumbledore was the only one You-Know-Who was ever scared of!"

"Thanks to you, Dumbledore was able to recall the Order of the Phoenix about an hour after Voldemort returned," said Sirius.

"He doesn't know how, but he definitely knows you helped, Mel," Emily's face was grim. "Apparently, there are tons of rumours about you already, some are as far fetched as to say that you're the next Merlin, others just say you were at the right place at the right time– Either way, he knows there's more than one Dumbledore after him, and he thinks you're the easiest target to defeat."

Mel felt the urge to run and hide under her bed, but she remained still, her eyes fixed on her mum. She thought, kind of bitterly, that Harry's attempts to keep her safe were of no use, and taking away the only thing that was making them happy was a huge mistake. But she wasn't going to admit that out loud, she would pretend everything was fine on her side for as long as she could.

"So what's the Order been doing?" said Harry, after a moment of awful silence.

"Working as hard as we can to make sure Voldemort can't carry out his plans," said Sirius.

"How d'you know what his plans are?"

"Dumbledore's got a shrewd idea," said Lupin, "and Dumbledores shrewd ideas normally turn out to be accurate... as we've witnessed more than once."

"So what does Dumbledore reckon he's planning?"

"Well, firstly, he wants to build up his army again, in the old days he had huge numbers at his command; witches and wizards he'd bullied or bewitched into following him, his faithful Death Eaters, a great variety of Dark creatures. You heard him planning to recruit the giants; well, they'll be just one group he's after. He's certainly not going to try and take on the Ministry of Magic with only a dozen Death Eaters."

"So you're trying to stop him getting more followers?"

"We're doing our best," said Lupin.

"How?"

"Well, the main thing is to try and convince as many people as possible that You-Know-Who really has returned, to put them on their guard," said Bill. "It's proving tricky, though."

"Some others have also reached to a different area," Emily smiled at her. "Erick and Eliot have been writing to me, they're doing what they can with the pureblood families they know aren't as keen to see Voldemort's comeback. So far they haven't got lots of people, and of course, Erick tries to talk to the young groups, but they aren't that willing to believe him."

"Why?"

"Because of the Ministry's attitude," said Tonks. "You saw Cornelius Fudge after You-Know-Who came back, Harry. Well, he hasn't shifted his position at all. He's absolutely refusing to believe it's happened."

"But why? Why's he being so stupid? If Dumbledore —"

"Ah, well, you've put your finger on the problem," said Mr Weasley giving her a pointed look. "The Dumbledores."

"Fudge is frightened, you see," said Tonks.

"Frightened of Dumbledore?" said Harry incredulously. "And Mel?"

"Frightened of what they're up to," said Mr Weasley. "You see, Fudge thinks Dumbledore's plotting to overthrow him. He thinks Dumbledore wants to be Minister of Magic."

"But Dumbledore doesn't want —"

"Of course he doesn't– He's never wanted the Minister's job, even though a lot of people wanted him to take it when Millicent Bagnold retired. Fudge came to power instead, but he's never quite forgotten how much popular support Dumbledore had, even though Dumbledore never applied for the job."

"Deep down, Fudge knows Dumbledore's much cleverer than he is, a much more powerful wizard, and in the early days of his Ministry he was forever asking Dumbledore for help and advice," Lupin added. "But it seems that he's become fond of power now, and much more confident. He loves being Minister of Magic, and he's managed to convince himself that he's the clever one and Dumbledore's simply stirring up trouble for the sake of it."

"How can he think that? How can he think Dumbledore would just make it all up — that I'd make it all up?"

"Because accepting that Voldemort's back would mean trouble like the Ministry hasn't had to cope with for nearly fourteen years," said Sirius. "Fudge just can't bring himself to face it. It's so much more comfortable to convince himself Dumbledore's lying to destabilize him. He also somehow found out that Mel was having extra lessons with Dumbledore, though I guess that wasn't a secret. He thinks he's preparing her to be his secret weapon so they can take over."

"You see the problem," said Lupin. "While the Ministry insists there is nothing to fear from Voldemort, it's hard to convince people he's back, especially as they really don't want to believe it in the first place. What's more, the Ministry's leaning heavily on the Daily Prophet not to report any of what they're calling Dumbledore's rumormongering, so most of the Wizarding community are completely unaware anything's happened, and that makes them easy targets for the Death Eaters if they're using the Imperius Curse."

"But you're telling people, aren't you? You're letting people know he's back?"

"Well, as everyone thinks I'm a mad mass murderer and the Ministry's put a ten-thousand-Galleon price on my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and start handing out leaflets, can I?" said Sirius bitterly.

"And I'm not a very popular dinner guest with most of the community," said Lupin. "It's an occupational hazard of being a werewolf."

Emily reached for Lupin's hand and gave a gentle squeeze to it.

"I'm all right, I guess..." She sighed. "But my husband was a Dumbledore, they think I'm just trying to keep his name clean."

"Tonks and Arthur would lose their jobs at the Ministry if they started shooting their mouths off, and it's very important for us to have spies inside the Ministry, because you can bet Voldemort will have them."

"We've managed to convince a couple of people, though. Tonks here, for one — she's too young to have been in the Order of the Phoenix last time, and having Aurors on our side is a huge advantage — Kingsley Shacklebolt's been a real asset too. He's in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so he's been feeding the Ministry information that Sirius is in Tibet."

"But if none of you's putting the news out that Voldemort's back —"

"Who said none of us was putting the news out? Why d'you think Dumbledore's in such trouble?"

"What d'you mean?"

"They're trying to discredit him," said Lupin. "Didn't you see the Daily Prophet last week? They reported that he'd been voted out of the Chairmanship of the International Confederation of Wizards because he's getting old and losing his grip, but it's not true, he was voted out by Ministry wizards after he made a speech announcing Voldemort's return. They've demoted him from Chief Warlock on the Wizengamot — that's the Wizard High Court — and they're talking about taking away his Order of Merlin, First Class, too."

"But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog cards," said Bill fondly.

"It's no laughing matter. If he carries on defying the Ministry like this, he could end up in Azkaban and the last thing we want is Dumbledore locked up. While You-Know-Who knows Dumbledore's out there and wise to what he's up to, he's going to go cautiously for a while. If Dumbledore's out of the way — well, You-Know-Who will have a clear field."

"But if Voldemort's trying to recruit more Death Eaters, it's bound to get out that he's come back, isn't it?"

"Voldemort doesn't march up to people's houses and bang on their front doors, Harry. He tricks, jinxes, and blackmails them. He's well-practised at operating in secrecy. In any case, gathering followers is only one thing he's interested in, he's got other plans too, plans he can put into operation very quietly indeed, and he's concentrating on them at the moment."

Voldemort was after her, and Fudge was after her as well? She certainly wasn't afraid of the latter, but it worried her, she didn't like being watched at all times; if her uncle ended locked up in Azkaban, she and Harry would be the next.

Harry was known to be stubborn and unable to shut his mouth whenever he was strongly against something. She couldn't have that, she needed him to follow orders as much as her because if he were to break the rules, people would immediately assume she was doing the same, if she wanted to remain safe for the rest of the year, Mel needed to change that.

"What's he after apart from followers?"

"Stuff he can only get by stealth... Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time."

"When he was powerful before?"

"Yes."

"Like what kind of weapon? Something worse than the Avada Kedavra — ?"

"That's enough. I want you in bed, now. All of you," Mrs Weasley demanded.

"You can't boss us —"

"Watch me! You've given Harry plenty of information, Sirius. Any more and you might just as well induct him into the Order straightaway."

"Why not? I'll join, I want to join, I want to fight —"

"No," said Lupin and Mel.

Harry stared at her, but Lupin spoke, catching his attention.

"The Order is comprised only of overage wizards– Wizards who have left school. There are dangers involved of which you can have no idea, any of you... I think Molly's right, Sirius– Mily... We've said enough."

"Time's up, kids," Emily stood up. "That's all you'll hear from us."

Next Chapter —>

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Fallen Stars (Thorin x OC)

A/N: Hi guys! Here is the Chapter 5!! I hope that you will like it! Next chapter is one of my favorite haha so stay tuned ;) 

 Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin x OC (Elentári) 

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 Prologue 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5 –> Current read 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 5: Ignorance

Elentári hissed through her tears as she sat on the shore of a small river into the woods. The elleth was trying to clean the wound on her arm after she had pulled the wooden stick out of her flesh. She couldn’t help but wonder how a simple stick was able to pierce her skin so deep as her blood quickly soaked her white shirt and her hands. Elen finally stopped the bleeding after a while but her tears kept falling down her flushed cheeks even if she tried everything to stop them from falling. Elen washed her hands in the cold river then bandaged her arm with a cloth as tightly as she could. After that, she simply sat on the shore, looking at her own reflection in the crystal-clear water. Thorin’s words keep repeating in her head, again and again. She didn’t know why his words had hurt her so much… Or at least, she thought that she didn’t know. Deep down, the elleth knew that her heart started to beat harder for the dwarf king. She knew that his rejection hurt because of how much he meant for her. She felt a constant pull toward the dwarf, as if some divine force decided that theu needed to be close to each other. However, Elen would never admit what she felt because admitting it would be her downfall. She could not love someone who will never return her feelings. Her heart would break and she would fade away. She would die of a heartbreak like other elves before.

Elen closed her eyes as she felt her lungs clench in her chest. Why couldn’t she be loved? Her shaky hands desperately tried to dried her tears but nothing could do. Seeing Elen in such a state, Shadowfax trotted next to his friend and nudged her shoulder, trying to comfort her. Elen gasped for breath but looked up at the young horse. She reached a hand and stroked his mane slowly. The horse seemed to stare into her eyes with compassion and Elen smiled sadly at him. After a few more minutes, the elleth finally calmed down and started to realize that she wasn’t that far away from the company as she thought she was. Elentári frowned when she realized that even hurt she couldn’t be too far away from him. She groaned and ran her cold hands over her face, a newfound anger boiling in her heart. How was it possible to feel so many emotions at the same time? Her eyes slowly trailed up to look in the direction she came from, wondering if she will ever find the strength to face the company ever again.

Thorin couldn’t help but worry. His eyes were focused on the path Elen had ran off to as he sat away from the others. He had refused to eat or to join them as they all ate around the fire. He felt guilty for the way he had treated the elleth and also for his poisoned words. The dwarf king sighed and finally looked away from the woods as Balin made his way towards him. Thorin looked up to see his friend and adviser approach and stop next to him.

“I don’t know if we will ever see the lass again…” Balin quietly said, his voice laced with remorse. Thorin winced at the old dwarf’s words, guilt gripping his heart even more tightly. At this moment, he might even have been choking on his guilt as his throat tightened in a painful grip.

“I don’t know what to say…” Thorin spoke up for the first time since Elen left, his voice hoarse with guilt.

“Why did you lash out on her, lad?” Balin asked in a sigh as he sat next to Thorin who shrugged his shoulders.

“I do not know…” Thorin looked away from Balin. “She… she’s… I don’t know how she makes me feel. It is so… confusing that I can’t help but be angry at her for…” Thorin’s voice trailed down and he sighed as he closed his eyes.

“For the way she makes you feel?” Balin finished for his friend.

“Yes.” Thorin admitted, his eyes landing on Balin once again. “I don’t know what I feel but she is so different from the rest of her kin.”

“I think that deep down you know, laddie.” Balin answered the king. He reached up and laid a warm hand on Thorin’s shoulder, giving him an understanding smile. Thorin sighed and shook his head.

“I know that I crossed a line this time Balin, she will never forgive me. Why should she? I don’t deserve her pardon.” The dwarf looked down in shame, he knew that his behavior had been uncalled-for. All Elentári had tried to do was help since the first time he met her and he made her ran away thinking that she could never be loved when he… Thorin’s eyes widen as realization hit him.

Love? Was it ‘love’ that he was feeling?

“A simple apology will not suffice this time, lad. But I am sure that Elentári will find the strength in her heart to pardon you at some point. Show her that you didn’t mean a single word you said.” Balin advised wisely.

“I will try…” Thorin answered absently. His brain racing and fuming to try and understand how this could be possible. Was it fate? Or maybe Mahals wishes? Then, Thorin came to realize that Elen ran away, alone and in the wild. Anything could happen to her. Anything! He brought her to such danger because of his actions when it was his duty – as the leader of the company – to protect her and ensure her safety. “I should go after her and apologize.” Thorin declared as he got up quickly but Balin’s hand stopped him.

“No lad. It might not be a good idea…”

“But…” Thorin was about to protest when Fili bolted into camp, a frightened and agitated look on his face as he tried to catch his breath.

“Trolls!” He screamed. “There are trolls nearby! They got our ponies and Bilbo! Kili went to help him!”

Bilbo looked behind him in confusion as he tried to repeat what Fili and Kili had told him.

“Twice like a barn owl, twice like a brown­­once like a brown? Are you sure this is a good idea?” The hobbit turned around but the Durin brothers where nowhere to be seen.

The hobbit frowned and mentally cursed the young dwarves for leaving alone with three monstrous creatures. Bilbo observed the three trolls while still hiding in the bushes nearby. Tom, Bert, and William, were sitting around a fire on which a cauldron of something disgusting-looking was cooking. Tom was the troll who brought the ponies to their camp. William had some kind of dirty vest on and Bert was the cook. The last one was wearing an apron; ‘Quite odd for trolls.’ Bilbo’s hobbit mind observed as he slowly made his way towards the ponies.

“Mutton yesterday, mutton today, and blimey, if it don’t look like mutton again tomorrow.” Bert growled, his voice sounded horrible to the poor hobbit’s ears.

“Quit yer’ griping. These ain’t sheep. These is West Nags!” Tom hissed in Bert’s direction when William added his comment in the argument.

“Oh, I don’t like `orse. I never `ave. Not enough fat on them.”

“Well, it’s better than the leathery old farmer. All skin and bone, he was. I’m still picking bits of him out of me teeth.” Bert told him, sounding rather disappointed. William suddenly sneezed into the pot they have boiling over a fire.

“Oh, that’s lovely, that is; a floater.” Bert exclaimed.

“Oh, might improve the flavor!” Tom pipped in.

“Ah! There’s more where that came from.” William said as he began to sneeze more, but Bert grabbed him by the nose to make him stop. Bilbo, unseen, got behind them as he tried to get to the ponies.

“Oh no you don’t.” Bert exclaimed in anger as he threw William down on the floor.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” William whined in pain.

“Sit down.” Bert ordered. William sneezed again, this time into a handkerchief he pulled out from behind him. He sniffed for a long time as Bilbo, reaching the pen in which the ponies are held, attempted to untie the ropes. Suddenly, William turned towards him and Bilbo hide as best as he could. “I hope you’re gonna gut these nags. I don’t like the stinky parts.”

Bert hit William with his ladle, and William squealed in pain once again.

“I said sit down!” Bert growled once again.

“I’m starving! Are we `aving horse tonight or what?” Tom complained.

“Shut your cakehole. You’ll eat what I give ya’.” Bert seemed to be the leader of the three trolls, however Tom seemed a bit rebellious, trying to challenge the leader.

As William pulled out his handkerchief, Bilbo was able to see that the troll if wearing a long knife in his belt. The hobbit, unable to untie the ropes restraining the ponies, attempted to get the knife from the troll. It was a tricky task even for the small hobbit and Bilbo couldn’t help but

“How come ‘e’s the cook? Everything tastes the same. Everything tastes like chicken.” Tom complained once again about Bert’s cooking skills.

“Except the chicken.” William added with a disgusting chuckle.

“That tastes like fish!” Tom approved.

“I’m just saying, a little appreciation would be nice. ‘Thank you very much, Bert,’ ‘Lovely stew, Bert’; how hard is that? Hmm, it just needs a sprinkle of squirrel dung.” Bert answered his fellow trolls, indignation lacing his voice. William picked up a mug of a nasty looking drink trying to add it in the stew, but Tom got mad at him.

“There, that’s my grog!” He roared in anger.

“Uhh, uhh, sorry.” The other answered in slight fear.

All the while, Bilbo was trying to get the knife from William’s belt. Even when Bert made William tastes the stew, claiming that it was ‘beautifully balanced’. However, suddenly stood up and scratched his bottom. Bilbo felt completely and utterly disgusted by the trolls and he also cursed Fili and Kili for leaving him alone with the vile creatures.

“Me guts are grumbling, I’ve got to snaffle something. Flesh I need, flesh!” Growled Tom as William, about to sneeze, reached behind him for his handkerchief, but accidentally he grabbed Bilbo instead, and sneezed all over him. He then realized that he’s not holding any ordinary booger.

“Argh!!! Blimey! Bert! Bert! Look what’s come out of me ‘ooter! It’s got arms and legs and everything.” William exclaimed in fright and astonishment. The other trolls gathered around to look at the poor Bilbo.

“What is it?” Tom asked, watching the poor hobbit.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like the way it wriggles around!” William seemed afraid of the poor Bilbo in his hand as he shook him, covered in snot, off the napkin and onto the ground.

“What are you then? An oversized squirrel?” Tom asked suspiciously.

Bilbo looked at the three trolls, not really knowing how to handle the situation other than to be honest.

“I’m a burglar­­ uhh, Hobbit.” Bilbo caught himself just in time.

“A Burgla­Hobbit?” William repeated, his stupidity evident on his hideous face.

“Can we cook `im?” Tom asked, only interested in eating something other than the ponies.

“We can try!” William exclaimed and tried to grab Bilbo in his nasty hands but the hobbit dodged, only to be cornered by Bert.

“He wouldn’t make more than a mouthful, not when he’s skinned and boned!” Bert said as a matter of fact

“Perhaps there’s more Burglar­Hobbits around these parts. Might be enough for a pie.” Tom said, looking at Bilbo.

“Grab him!” The cook ordered but Bilbo did his best to escape their hands.

“It’s too quick!” William protested. As the trolls tried to catch Bilbo, he ran around trying to dodge them. Bert accidentally hit William with his ladle while trying to hit Bilbo. However, the hobbit was eventually caught by the legs by Tom, and he hold him upside down in the air.

“Come here, you little… Gotcha! Are there any more of you little fellas `iding where you shouldn’t?” Tom accused.

“Nope.” Bilbo answered quickly, looking around himself in search of something to do to escape.

“He’s lying.” William hissed.

“No I’m not!” The hobbit answered, slightly offended.

“Hold his toes over the fire. Make him squeal.” William added, making Bilbo look pale but suddenly Kili ran out of the bushes and cut William in the leg, making him howl and fall down on the ground.

“Drop him!” Kili ordered in a shout.

“You what?” Asked Tom in an astonished voice.

“I said, drop him.” Kili repeated, ready to fight.

Tom threw Bilbo at Kili and Bilbo landed on Kili, knocking them both down. That is when the rest of the Company charged out of the bushes yelling and brandishing their weapons. They began fighting the trolls, hacking, slashing, and hammering the troll’s legs.

Thorin let out his anger on the trolls, secretly hoping for Elen to be there by his side. A troll grabbed Ori and Dwalin landed on his knees just in time for Thorin to use his back to jump in the air and cut at the troll’s arm, making him drop the youngest member of his company.

As the dwarves fought, Bilbo made his way toward the ponies and grabbed William’s knife to cut the ropes, freeing the ponies. Tom, seeing this, grabbed Bilbo who wasn’t focusing on the battle anymore. The dwarves stopped fighting when they saw the trolls holding Bilbo by the arms and legs. The poor hobbit was frightened, he looked down at the dwarves, almost pleading them to do something.

“Bilbo!” Kili screamed and advanced in his direction with his sword ready but Thorin gabbed his nephew’s arm to stop him.

“No!” The king ordered.

“Lay down your arms, or we’ll rip his off.” Tom threatened the company. Thorin looked at Bilbo in frustration, then planted his sword in the ground. The others dropped their swords and weapons as well, Kili throwing his sword on the floor in anger and Ori doing the same with his slingshot.

 Elen was still sitting in the dark, close to the river when she heard the sound of a horse approaching. Her ears caught the noise from far away but she waited to move from her spot on the riverbank. Her usual sword was tied up on Shadowfax so Elen reached for the one tied on her back and removed the cloth that was covering it. It was a beautiful sword; the design was odd for an elvish blade but yet only the metal it was made of was elvish. The design had been made by one of the finest smith among dwarves, one who was rather different now. The blade was long but perfect for the elleth’s small height, the color of the blade was almost white and some pointed and sharp design had been used near the handle. The horse stopped behind the girl, a low grumble following. Suddenly, Elen took the sword out of its sheath and turned around to face her opponent as she got up on her feet. However, her eyes widen as they landed on the grey wizard.

“Gandalf?!” Elen’s broken voice asked as she lowered her sword.

“My dear… look at you! What happened? Is everyone alright?” Gandalf asked as he dismounted his horse to reach his friend. Elen looked away but nodded her head.

“When I left, everyone was fine.” She told her old friend.

“Why did you have to leave?”

“Why did you in the first place?” Elentári answered the wizard with another question.

“Thorin…” Gandalf muttered knowingly. “My dear, whatever the stubborn dwarf had told you…” The wizard tried to say but Elen stopped him with a roll of her red and puffy eyes.

“He meant what he said.” She said bitterly. “Trust me, I know he hates me. That’s an understatement.”

“Thorin does not hate you, Elen.” Gandalf sighed, his face showing how done he was with the both of them. Elen and Thorin were both extremely stubborn and they both needed to understand the true meaning and feeling of loving someone and of being loved.

“He said that I was no member of his company, that I had no place among them, that he didn’t care of what I think. He said that now that you were gone he would send me away to roam the word alone. He said… that no one could ever care for someone like me…” Elen’s voice trailed off as Gandalf looked upon her with widen eyes.

“He did not!” The wizard exclaimed, outraged.

“Oh, he did.” Elen shook her head and turned away from the wizard, walking in her horse’s direction. She put her sword back on its sheath on her back, her hands painfully trailing over the leather on the handle. “I can’t go back there, Gandalf.” She whispered but the wizard sighed.

“I’m afraid you have to. I’m afraid that we both have to.”

“What do you mean?” Elen asked as she turned around to glare at the wizard. “I won’t go back to be treated like dirt. I won’t go back to be hurt once more. I cannot give my love to someone who could never return my feelings!” As soon as the words left her mouth, Elen’s eyes widen in shock and embarrassment.

“I mean…”

“This is exactly what you meant, my dear.” Gandalf told her with a kind smile.

“I can’t see why you are smiling, Gandalf.” Elen said bitterly.

“Oh, you will soon understand.” Gandalf gave her a knowing smirk and Elen just rolled her eyes but all of a sudden, the wizard and the elleth wiped their heads in the direction of where the company had set up camp. They both felt this odd shift in the air around them, as if something bad was about to happen.

“I am afraid that we really have to go back. And quickly.” Gandalf said sounding rather agitated. Elen sighed but got on Shadowfax anyway.

“I’m going for the company and Bilbo not for him.” She hissed but Gandalf smirked as he knew that deep down Elen couldn’t be away from Thorin for too long.

 The trolls had tied Dwalin, Bofur, Dori, Ori and Nori onto a spit and were trying to roast them over a fire. Dwalin was roaring at the trolls as he tried to free himself, the others trying to do the same. The rest of the company, including Thorin, Kili, Gloin, Bombur, Balin, Oin and Bilbo, were tied up in sacks nearby the fire. The looked like a pile of fools, laying in different positions in their sacks and waiting to be eaten alive. Thorin looked rather calm for the situation they were in, he was trying to rip open the sack with his teeth as the others wiggled around desperately.  

“Don’t bother cooking them. Let’s just sit on them and squash them into jelly.” William suggested, impatient to eat something else than horses.

“They should be sautéed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage.” Bert affirmed to the two other trolls. On the spit, the dwarves started to shout.

“Is this really necessary?” Dori asked, still politely considering the situation.

“Ooh, that does sound quite nice.” William answered Bert, ignoring the dwarves.

“Untie us, you monsters!” Oin shouted, making the others shout in agreement.

“Take on someone your own size!” Gloin roared as well.

The dwarves on the spit and in the bags, all started to make loud noises and shouted to each other in fear. Bilbo looked as frightened as the dwarves but he staid quiet, listening to the trolls.

“Never mind the seasoning; we ain’t got all night! Dawn ain’t far away, so let’s get a move on. I don’t fancy being turned to stone.” Tom said, getting impatient.

Bilbo, hearing what Tom had said, had a sudden idea. His eyes widen and the hobbit mastered all his courage to speak up as loudly as he could.

“Wait! You are making a terrible mistake.” Bilbo said, catching the trolls’ attention.

“You can’t reason with them, they’re half­wits!” Dori argued as he rolled on the spit.

“Half­wits? What does that make us?” Bofur answered, keeping his teasing nature even while being roasted over a fire.

Bilbo managed to stand up, although still tied up in a sack. He faced the trolls with courage as the dwarves watched him, wondering what on earth the small hobbit was trying to do. Deep down, Bilbo knew that he had to buy some time. He had faith in Gandalf and Elentári, he knew that they will come back to help them at some point.

“Uh, I meant with the, uh, with, uh, with the seasoning.” The hobbit told the trolls, an unsure expression on his face.

“What about the seasoning?” Bert, the cook, asked looking suddenly interested in what Bilbo had to say.

“Well, have you smelt them? You’re going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up.” Bilbo said, knowing that his choice of word would outraged the dwarves but they also deserved it. At least, Thorin did for the way he treated his new friend. The dwarves yelled at Bilbo and Thorin even called him a traitor, screaming it over the other dwarves’ insults. The ones in sacks even tried to kick him.

“What do you know about cooking dwarf?” Tom asked suspiciously, he seemed to be the more intelligent one of the three. Or maybe he was just more careful.  

“Shut up, and let the, uh, flurgaburburrahobbit talk.” Bert snapped, turning back to Bilbo.

“Uh, th­­the secret to cooking dwarf is, um­­” Bilbo stuttered, trying to find something to answer. After all, he knew nothing about cooking dwarves.

“Yes? Come on.” Bert said, getting impatient.

“It’s, uh­­” Bilbo couldn’t find something to say, the poor hobbit seemed suddenly at loss of words.

“Tell us the secret.” Bert insisted on knowing what Bilbo had to share.

“Ye­­yes, I’m telling you, the secret is … to skin them first!” Bilbo said in a half-teasing voice. Maybe it was payback for Thorin’s words.

“Tom, get me the filleting knife.” Bert seemed to smiled and wiggled his hand in the knife’s direction. The dwarves shouted once again at Bilbo.

“If I get you, you little­­” Gloin threatened but was quickly out of the hobbit view as he rolled over on the spit.

“I won’t forget that!” Dwalin added as he pointed his forefinger at Bilbo.

“What a load of rubbish! I’ve eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff them, I say, boots and all.” Tom growled, doubting Bilbo’s words. This is when the hobbit saw Gandalf and Elentári slipping behind some trees nearby, on the higher ground over a huge rock.

Gandalf lead Elen in the threes, her eyes were watching the scene that was taking place before her eyes. She couldn’t believe it, she was gone for two hours and there they were! Captured by trolls! ‘Those stupid dwarves…’ She thought, stopping next to Gandalf as they reached the high rock that overlooked that trolls’ camp.

“We have to do something.” Gandalf whispered. “Bilbo is buying time but dawn is still too far from us.”

“Well… if you ask me, I find the situation rather amusing. And Bilbo is doing great, we do not need to pipe in right now…” Elen said as she leant against the rock and crossed her arms over her chest with an amused smirk on her lips. She watched as Thorin was tied up in a bag, he was trying to free himself but it was no use. Elen chuckled to herself.

“Elen!” Gandalf scowled at the chuckling elleth.

“What?” Elen scoffed. “Why can’t I have some fun for once?”

“`e’s right! Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf! Nice and crunchy.” Elen heard William suddenly say and her eyes widen as she saw the troll grab Bombur, who was also in a sack, and dangled him upside down over his mouth. He was about to eat him! Elen took out the sword tied on her back and got ready.

“Not­­not that one, he­­he’s infected!” Bilbo shouted at the trolls and Elen watched as William turned around in shock.

“You what?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, He’s got worms in his … tubes.” Bilbo said, his face showing his own confusion at his words. Elen had to cover her mouth to contain her laughers, that hobbit was definitely the most amusing member of the company. William dropped Bombur back into the pile of Dwarves in disgust, squealing at the thought of eating an infected dwarf.

“In­­in fact they all have, they’re in­­infested with parasites. It’s a terrible business; I wouldn’t risk it, I really wouldn’t.” Bilbo quickly added, shaking his head in disagreement.

“Parasites, did he say parasites?” Oin asked in utter shock as he turned to look at Kili.

“We don’t have parasites! You have parasites!” Kili shouted, hurt by Bilbo’s words.

“What are you talking about, laddie?” Gloin asked in complete confusion.

The rest of the dwarves chimed in about how they don’t have parasites and how Bilbo is a fool. Bilbo rolled his eyes as the dwarves mess up his plan. Elen couldn’t help but slap her hand on her forehead at how obvious the dwarves were to Bilbo’s intentions and Gandalf sighed. However, Thorin understood Bilbo’s plan and kicked Oin and Kili who were before him on their sack. They turned around and by only sharing a look with their king, they understood and got along with it. All the dwarves began proclaiming about how they’re “riddled” with parasites and Elen couldn’t help but laugh in her hands.

“I’ve got parasites as big as my arm.” Oin shouted.

“Mine are the biggest parasites, I’ve got huge parasites!” Kili shouted as well.

“We’re riddled.” Nori screamed.

“Yes, I’m riddled.” Ori added.

“Yes, we are. Badly!” Dorin shouted.

Tom growled and turned to look at Bilbo. The other trolls looked lost and confused.

“What would you have us do, then, let ‘em all go?” Tom asked Bilbo, not buying it.

“Well…” Bilbo muttered.

“You think I don’t know what you’re up to? This little ferret is taking us for fools!” Tom roared and went back to the spit to make it turn quicker.

“Ferret?” Bilbo exclaimed, outraged.

“Fools?” Bert asked.

This is when Elen decided to act, she looked briefly at Gandalf and got up on her feet.

“Alright… my turn.” She said with a small smirk and Gandalf sighed out in relief. Elen got up on the rock and tapped her sword on the hard surface, making everyone look in her direction.

Bilbo’s eyes widen but a bright smile appeared on his lips while the trolls looked up at the elleth. The dwarves shouted her name, some relieved to see her safe and ready to help, others – like Thorin – scared for her safety if she got caught by the trolls.

“What is it?” William asked, talking a few step closer to the rock.

“A female!” Tom exclaimed.

“Catch her!” Bert shouted but Elen pushed herself up and jumped in the air.

Her body flew through the air higher than a normal being could and she brandished her sword over her head in a swift movement. She was too quick for the trolls as she rocketed down on William, her sword connecting with the troll’s shoulder and plunging into his skin and shoulder blade. The troll screamed in pain as Elen pushed herself in the air, using Williams back to push with her legs and took the sword out of his shoulder as she landed on the floor with a backflip. She looked up at the trolls, her hair falling over her face but the smirk was evident on her features.

The dwarves looked at her in awe, Thorin’s eyes following her every move with admiration. How could she be so agile? Elen suddenly ran in Tom’s direction who tried to grab her. She dodged his hand and slid on the ground and under the troll’s stomach, she pushed her sword up and sliced at his knees, making his shout in pain and fall down on his knees. Elen turned her body in the action and stopped her movement by pushing on her feet. She directly started to run in Tom’s direction once again and used his back to jump in the air, she pushed her body so turn in the air and brought her sword down on Bert’s face then landed on his shoulder. She jumped down on the floor, ready to stab Bert in the stomach when Gandalf appeared on top of the large rock above the clearing. Elen quickly ran toward Bilbo and grabbed him to pull him away from the three injured trolls.

“The dawn will take you all!” Gandalf shouted, appearing as a shadow as the sun blinded the company’s view.  

“Who’s that?” Bert asked, forgetting about Elen.

“No idea.” Tom answered as he looked up from his kneeling position.

“Can we eat `im too?” William asked. Then, Gandalf stroke the rock with his staff, splitting it in half, allowing the sunlight behind it to pour into the clearing. When the sunlight touched the trolls’ skin, they began turning into stone amidst loud screams and howls of pain. Within seconds, there were three stone statues of trolls in the clearing and Elen smiled up at the wizard. All the dwarves cheered for Gandalf and Elen. Of course, the dwarves on the spit, including Dwalin, still looked uncomfortable and the elleth chuckled when she heard Dwalin shout.

“Oh, get your foot out of my back!” The warrior screamed to no one in particular.

Elen ignored the dwarves on the ground and decided to free Biblo first. As soon as the bag was off the hobbit, he threw his arms around the elleth in a tight embrace. Elen’s eyes widen but she quickly hugged Bilbo back.

“You are back!” The hobbit exclaimed as he pulled away. Elen smiled at him and nodded her head.

“I couldn’t leave you alone with a bunch of dwarves, could I?” She said with a teasing smirk. “It was really clever to buy time, Bilbo. Thanks to you, the company is still alive and not missing any limbs.” Bilbo chuckled but looked rather unsure.

“I couldn’t do a single thing. We are alive thanks to Gandalf and thanks to you.”

“Don’t underestimate your courage Bilbo, nor your worth.” Elen smiled and squeezed the hobbit’s shoulder before running off to help the dwarves on the spit. She also wanted to avoid Thorin at all cost, she could feel his eyes on her back as she helped Dwalin down but she tried to hide her embarrassment.

“Thank you, lass.” Dwalin told her as she handed him his clothes. Elen smiled sadly at the warrior and turned to leave but Dwalin grabbed her arm, careful not to touch her wound.

“Uhm… I know we did not start on a positive note, lass but I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have been so… well… uhm I’m not good with apologies.” Dwalin mumbled, his cheeks flushed. Elen smiled warmly at him and nodded her head in understanding.

“Do not fret, Dwalin. Like I told you in Bilbo’s house; we did not know each other back then.” The elleth said, making Dwalin nod his head.

“You’re a valiant warrior, lass. I’m sorry I doubted your skills and your intentions.” His words touched Elen and she smiled at him then chuckled softly.

“Why thank you, master dwarf.”

“Don’t think that you’re making soft though. I’m still a better fighter than you.” Dwalin added to cover up his feelings. Elen laughed and shook her head.

“Is this a challenge?” She asked teasingly.

“Maybe it is…” Dwalin answered with a teasing smirk as well.

From his spot next to Gandalf, Thorin watched the elleth and his best friend. He couldn’t help but think that maybe if she had forgiven Dwalin so easily she would forgive him as well. Thorin teared his eyes away and turned to look at Gandalf.

“Where did you go to, if I may ask?”

“To look ahead.” The wizard answered.

“What brought you back?” Thorin asked.

“Looking behind.” Gandalf said and Thorin half-smirked at the wizard and bowed his head slightly in gratitude. “Nasty business. Still, they are all in one piece.” The wizard added.

“No thanks to your burglar.” Thorin’s voice spat bitterly.

“He had the nous to play for time. None of the rest of you thought of that.” Gandalf answered with a scoff and Thorin looked repentant. “And I think that there is someone who deserve an apology from you…”

Thorin looked shocked at the wizard’s words.

“I…“ He started but Gandalf wasn’t done with him yet.

“Elentári is one of my oldest friend, Thorin. She is entirely pure and loyal. She is a gentle, old soul but also one that you don’t want to anger. She is more than you think she is and you will kick yourself for the sadness you brought over her heart. You don’t know her like I do, you don’t know what she’s been though and what kind of rejection she suffered in the past. Your words had opened a wound in her heart that she has been trying to heal for decades…” Thorin looked down, feeling his own heart clench in his chest.

“I did not mean a single word I said… I do not know what came over me.” Thorin admitted to the wizard.

“It will take time for her to forgive you. However, her heart is pure and gentle. She will find the strength to pardon you.” Gandalf whispered as he saw Elentári walk in their direction. Gandalf and Thorin quickly turned toward the trolls and examined the statues.

“They must have come down from the Ettenmoors.” Gandalf said as Elen arrived next to him.

“I don’t like it Gandalf. Those trolls should not be there.” Elen said as she stared at the wizard, purposely ignoring Thorin.

“Since when do mountain trolls venture this far south?” The dwarf king asked in concern but his eyes were glued to the small elleth. She looked miserable, he could see that her eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying she must have done. Her injured arm must be throbbing in pain but she seemed to ignore it.  

“Oh, not for an age, not since a darker power ruled these lands.” Gandalf said gravely. Gandalf and Thorin looked meaningfully at each other and Elen clenched her fists.

“It cannot be…” She whispered.

“They could not have moved in daylight.” The wizard added, looking around them in search of a cave.

“There must be a cave nearby.” Thorin agreed and Gandalf nodded as he walked away. Thorin stayed behind, looking at Elentári and not knowing what to do. Then as she was about to turn away he called her name as gently as he could.

“Elentári…” His voice licked her ears in a soft melody, a fuzzy feeling gripped Elen’s heart but she quickly pushed it away. Elen did not answer the dwarf nor did she turn to look at him. Thorin sighed and hang his head low.

“I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness… I don’t know why I said those things to you and I have no excuses but… you have to know that I did not mean any of those words.” Thorin said, looking at Elen’s back. “I am sorry, Elentári. I truly am.” The woman could hear the truth in the king’s voice but she couldn’t just forgive and forget.

Elen shook her head in disbelief and tried to walk away once again but this time Thorin stepped forward and took hold of her forearm as gently as he could. His touch sent a shock of electricity through Elen’s body but she quickly pulled her arm out of his grasp and slightly jumped away from the dwarf.

“Don’t touch me!” She shouted, now glaring at Thorin with her cold silver eyes. His own eyes held some kind of sadness and hurt as his hand was still hanging in the air. “Don’t you ever lay a hand on me again…” Elen whispered, dropping her eyes and look at the floor then quickly turned around and ran after Gandalf.

Thorin staid behind, shocked by how frightened and hurt she looked. The dwarf looked at his hands and couldn’t help but feel disgusted at himself, how could he hurt someone so gentle, so pure, so nice and sweet. Thorin closed his eyes but sighed as he felt Dwalin’s hand on his shoulder.

“Give her some time, lad.” The fierce warrior said as they both stared at the elleth from their spot next to the trolls’ statues.

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