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The cries of injured men echoed across the grass and through the trees. War was chaos and Y/n did not want any part in it. Legolas called the war something before he’d let, the battle of five armies. She shook her head to dispel the thought. She did not want to imagine the blood being spilt tonight. Y/n fixed her eyes on the floor of the royal tent she was sitting in and desperately hummed a song she could not remember. But the screams of battle drew her thoughts again and again to the reality of the night. Y/n’s feet swung off the ground. The chair she sat in was meant for an elf. Everything in this tent was meant for an elf,

‘Breathe in and out’ Y/n chanted to herself.  ‘In and out.’   Her breath was shaky as she looked out at the immense army before her. Their armor sparkled in the sunlight like an immense ocean of steel. They were trained. They were soldiers. And they were moving closer to the mountain, slowly but surely. The girl glanced to either side of her. The dwarves were clad in the armor their ancestors had left behind.  Y/n thought they looked noble, just as dwarves in battle should. They clasped their weapons with vigor, though a little apprehensively, and there was a glint of eagerness in their eyes that only desperate men hel

 Y/n didn’t know how long she and the company had been staying in the castle under the mountain. A week? Two? She’d lost track of time in the dim firelight that lit the halls and danced over the soot-covered walls. Y/n had never seen the dragon, but she knew it was gone. She had felt the ground shake and heard its deep rumbling roar the night it had flown away, the night Bilbo had walked down the hallway the group had not dared go down. Ever since that night, the ground had been still; the days and nights were quiet. The company had moved their packs from the narrow hallway by the hidden door, to the front entrance by the grand ha

Dean looked at himself in his fifth glass of whisky, ignoring the rowdy bar around him. The air was smoky and classic rock blasted from old speakers in the back. Dean didn’t look away from the eyes staring back from the glass. They were red and hollow. They didn’t look like his. Sam had offered to come with him that night but Dean had shaken his head no. Dean’s self-designed punishment was suffering without the comfort of brotherly company. Sam was worried about his older brother; he didn’t do much talking these days. He didn’t do much of anything. Dean’s life had become a mind-numbing string of bars, sho

Y/n followed the group all night, never gaining but never loosing sight of them. Her arms shook violently and threatened to give out with every push. Dark circles pooled under her eyes and she gripped her poll with a vengeance, in fear it might slip through her fingers. The sun burst from the horizon just as the company reached the other side of the great lake. They abandoned their boat on the rocky beach and entered the sparse, bolder ridden, forest. Y/n’s boat shored long after the company was out of sight. She hopped out of her dinghy into the shallows. She grabbed her weapon and walked up onto dry land. Y/n dug into her pockets, pu

“Cindy to the register, Cindy to the register.” A voice spoke over the intercom. Y/n paid no attention. She kept her focus on the many rows of tampons in front of her. So many options, not that many differences. Y/n had been planning to go on a vampire hunt with the brothers that evening but now it looked like she would have to stay behind. Fresh blood was like catnip to vampires, they could smell it a mile away. She grabbed a value pack and threw it into her hand basket with the blue Gatorade and the cheap candy she splurged on. Y/n tapped her foot as she waited in the check out line. She silently prayed the wad of toilet paper

Y/n stood in Bard’s kitchen with a blanket around her shoulders. Dwarves surrounded her on all sides. The company had crowded into Bard’s home which was not meant to hold more then ten people. His children were there and they were more than a little surprised to find their home filled with strangers. Bard had made fish stew and his eldest son passed out the bowls. Y/n took her stew from the boy and thanked him. It wasn’t good…per say. But Y/n was so hungry it didn’t matter. The warmth of the food warmed her from the inside out. She glanced at Kili who stood in the corner talking with Fili and Balin. The conversa

“Oh my god Dean, please pick up,” Y/n gasped. Blood seeped through her fingers as she desperately clutched the knife jutting out of her lower stomach. She propped herself up against the cement wall. You’ve reached Agent Smith, leave your name, number, and a detailed description of your problem. Beep. “Dean, where are you? I need your help; I really messed up this time. Call me back,” Y/n hung up the phone and let her head fall back. The decapitated bodies of two ghouls lay beside her. She hadn’t known there were two. Just as she separated the second one’s head from its neck, he stabbed her in the g

“Watch out!” Bufor said, pointing out over the water at the giant clusters of rock in front of them. Bard flicked his eyes to the sky and expertly steered the barge safely between them. Fog covered the lake and thin ice formed in patches on the surface of the water. The cold wind felt like knives against Y/n’s skin. The ends of her damp hair were encrusted in ice. Her stomach growled. “What are you trying to do, drown us?” Thorin grunted. Y/n frowned at his tone. “I was born and bred on these waters, Master Dwarf. If I wanted to drown you, I would not do it here,” Bard winked at Y/n, who smiled. He

The barrels washed up on a sandy shore, miles and miles away from Mirkwood. The dwarfs paddled to dry land and Y/n struggled to do the same. The tide was strong. Y/n dragged her barrel onto shore and looked around her. She was surrounded by soggy and unhappy dwarves. Bifur, Dori, and Oin flopped down on the sand; they relished the feeling of sturdy land under their dripping bodies. Ori sat and began dumping the water from his shoes. Y/n rung out her hair and shivered. Water glistened on her skin. She looked down at herself – what a mess. Her dress was stained and soaked and the heels of her shoes were sinking into the sand. Very impract