Author's Note:Hello Hobbits, dwarves, elfs and those from the race of men! We are now going into the Desolation of Smaug! I figured that from this point on it will be a mixture of book and movie verse! Which you will see the further along and hopefully you agree with what I'm saying. I do hope you forgive my grammar mistakes in this chapter and I hope that you enjoy! Thank you to those that follow, read, and comment!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit! All rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Anything that you notice from the book and movie belongs to those two awesome people who bought Middle Earth to life. I hope you enjoy chapter! Happy Reading!

Jumping down was probably the worse thing I could do, I took a risk by either landing on the stairway down...or fall all the way to the bottom and die. I knew possibly Thorin would be upset once more for my recklessness but I knew that if we did not find the stairs soon, Azog and his pack of wargs would catch our scent and run us down.

"It is easier the first several steps, but from what I can see the lower we go would be where the company will need some assistance." I called up.

"Very good my dear." Gandalf called, carefully lowering himself down to the step I was on. "Come, let us descend."

I jumped down further toward the middle of the steps, situated on the steps that the company would need help climbing down. I looked up and watched as the dwarves made their way toward me, assisting each other while I took out wraps from the small pouch at my side along with my water skin.

'It may not be much...but hopefully it can prevent some infection.' I thought, quickly pouring the water on my arm ridding any access blood before doing a quick patch up work. I poured some water on a cloth and patted the cut above my eye and wrapped my head to prevent it from bleeding into my eye. 'The best I could do I suppose...'

When the company had reached the steps I was situated on, I was ready to assist the dwarves down the steeper steps. As odd as it must have looked, one who was as tall as I could easily lower the dwarves down without them jumping and injuring themselves. This created a chain of dwarves assisting the others down as I made my way to the bottom, waiting patiently for the last of the dwarves to reach the last step. The lower we went the steeper the steps became to a point where if someone was to fall it could cause some terrible injuries.

"Ori look out!" I heard Dori yell.

I looked up in time to see the youngest brother Ri lose his balance on the last step just above me. I quickly stood beneath the falling dwarf and his body roughly collided with my own causing both of us to fall to the ground in a jumbled heap.

I grunted in pain at the discomfort it caused with my ribs and the sudden weight of the dwarf laying on me.

"Belle! I am so very sorry!" Ori called out, quickly getting off me and helping me sit up.

"I always seem to get hurt when it comes to you dwarves..." I chuckled jokingly causing the young dwarf to apologize over and over. "Ori...I was joking." I grunted, carefully getting back to my feet.

"Are you okay my dear?" I heard Gandalf question as he got down on the last step.

"Perfectly fine Gandalf..." I smiled, patting Ori on the head. "Ori just took a small tumble."

"Ori!"

The youngest brother was tackled by his eldest sibling, who started to fret and scold the young scholar, inspecting him from head to toe and worrying like a mother hen before Nori told Dori to relax.

"You could've been horribly injured! Be careful next time Ori!" Dori scolded before thanking me, as the last of the company made their way to the bottom of the stairway.

"Where to now?" Bilbo questioned.

"We could..." I was about to say before a sound caught my ears. "all use a wash..."

"What?" Kili yelled out, dumbfounded at what I had said.

"There is a river nearby." I smiled walking in the direction of the running water. "I do not know about you dwarves...but I for one want a wash after being handled by those disgusting goblins. Ridding myself of all this blood, dirt and grime."

Not too far was exactly what I had heard, there was a little river close by that we could all wash off.

Suddenly a group of dwarves ran pass me into the water, in the process being half clothed and instead I changed paths and went behind the tree that Gandalf had sat himself under.

"Is something the matter dear Bellethiel? I thought you wanted to scrub off all the blood?" Gandalf jested.

"I did, until a group of unclothed dwarves beat me to it." I blushed, from where I stood.

"There's a large boulder over there where you can have your own privacy my dear." Gandalf stated.

I looked to where he had pointed and saw the exact boulder he was talking about and graciously took the opportunity to have a good rinse off.

(Thorin's P.O.V)

When I had heard there was a stream nearby I was reluctant to take the offer, Durin's day was coming up quick and we could not waste any more time...precious time that we could be using to make our way forward on this journey to Erebor.

But, even I was relieved to be able to rinse off the blood and grime that we had accumulated from goblin town and our encounter with Azog.

Though it was a nice change, to be able to relax under the sun...clean our clothing without worrying about the dangers ahead.

After a quick rinse off and Oin wrapping my wounds once more, I sat beside the wizard and the Hobbit in everything but my armor, lighting my pipe and creating smoke rings...almost commanding them to go in certain direction. Though...there was always another ring following soon after by the wizard that always found their way through my own...it was a very relaxing.

"Bilbo!" Bofur called out, walking over to our burglar who had taken to relaxing his eyes under the sun. "Would you like some Old Toby dear burglar?"

"I have not had some since leaving Bag End!" Bilbo smiled, sitting up as Bofur handed him some of the leaves.

"Pass some here Bofur!" Kili called out.

"You have your own!" Bofur called, causing my nephew to pout.

"Hey, where's our elf?" Bombur questioned.

"I pointed her in the direction of that boulder." Gandalf called out.

"She's been a while." Dwalin mumbled out, a bit concerned.

"A warrior she may be, but she is a woman after all." Gandalf chuckled. "Though she has been away for a while I must admit."

"Shall we go check on her?" Kili suggested, smirking playfully and getting up along with his brother.

"You two will sit down." Balin scolded.

Something on the side of Gandalf caught my attention.

"Where did you get that Gandalf?" I questioned.

The wizard looked to where I was looking and smiled, taking my shield and handing it to me.

"Bellethiel had handed it to me before she left. She informed me that you had dropped it when the Lord of Eagles had picked you up. Figured that it meant a lot to you so before she jumped off the cliff, she went to retrieve it." Gandalf smiled. "Bellethiel told me to return it to you after your bath, but I seemed to have forgotten."

I gingerly took the shield in my hand, shocked for I had come to terms that I may never see it again.

"I'll go see if she is alright." I stated, carefully getting to my feet to make sure I didn't ruin the wrapping Oin had just finished.

I heard the snickering of my nephews in the background as I made my way toward where the elf should be.

"Bellethiel." I called the closer I got.

When I got no answer I stepped around the boulder and saw our elf bathing in the sun...asleep.

Her black hair was fanned out around her, one of her arm used as a cushion for her head. She was dressed in her tunic and leggings, her armor lay beside her forgotten with her weapons in arms reach. There were loose wrappings around her head and the arm she did not use as her cushion, crimson red staining the white wraps. But the one thing I noticed was that she had a peaceful, serene expression gracing her delicate features and it was a nice change...it was somewhat a beautiful scene.

'What am I thinking...' I thought, shaking my head and made my way toward the sleeping elf. 'Must be something coming over me...'

I knelt beside the elf and gently shook her shoulder.

"Bellethiel." I called quietly, shaking her shoulder once more causing the she-elf to stir from her slumber.

"Thorin?" Her voice called quietly, ice blue eyes meeting my own in a daze. "Is everything alright?"

"You were gone for some time, the company was beginning to worry." I stated as the elf sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"My apologizes, I must have dozed off." She said, running her hand through her hair. "It was not my intention."

"Lets get Oin to tend to your wounds." I said, getting to my feet and waiting for the elf to gather her belongings.

"My wounds?" She questioned, looking at the wrap that was falling from her head. She reached up and tugged at the white wrappings. "I was never good at wrapping my own injuries..."

I chuckled as she took the wrappings off and I turned to walk back to the company with the elf following close behind.

"Thank you for returning my shield." I called out.

"I figured that it was important to you." I heard her mutter, from what I thought sounded a bit embarrassed. "It was the least I could do..."

"All the same, thank you Bellethiel." I called back.

"How are you fairing Thorin? Did you have Oin take a look at your wounds?" I heard her question in concern.

"As much as I said protested otherwise, Balin had Oin tend to my injuries." I answered.

"That is good to hear." She chuckled.

I felt her place her hand upon my shoulder halting me from going any further.

"You told me before we were chased by wargs not to risk my life so carelessly. What you did back there, challenging Azog by yourself was such a careless and reckless thing to do." Bellethiel mumbled, coming to stand beside me. "You had me very worried Thorin..."

That unknown feeling crept through me, I was about to defend my reasons for going up against Azog, argue back...but I found that I could not.

"Please, do not do that again." Bellethiel mumbled, now walking ahead of me. "You are the most important person in this company along with your nephews. Please try to be more careful, the company would be lost without you."

'Most important?' I thought, following the elf close behind. 'You are just as important.'

I shook my head at the thought, thinking I must have caught some sort of illness if I am thinking such thoughts.

"Look who decided to join us!" The voice of Bofur yelled out as we got closer to the company.

"My apologizes, I dozed off after my rinse." Bellethiel called out.

"Oin." I called out, walking back to sit beside the wizard.

"Aye?" The older dwarf called out, holding his crumpled trumpet close to his ear.

"Our elf needs her wounds checked and wrapped." I said.

"If it is not too much trouble Oin." Bellethiel smiled, as Oin was already motioning for her to sit beside him.

"It is no trouble at all lass." Oin smiled, reaching into his pack for some wraps and herbs.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

"That hurts!" I yelled out, flinching as Oin carefully placed some sort of herbs onto the wound on my arm.

"Don't be such a child!" Oin grumbled, beginning to wrap my arm up. "It'll go by quicker if you stop fussing around."

"It is not my fault!" I argued back, pouting a bit.

"Now, lets attend to that wound on your head." Oin called.

"I think I will be alright." I said quickly, ready to get to my feet and away from the healer.

"Sit." Oin's commanding voice called, causing me to sit back down dejectedly.

"For someone who is five thousand years old, second eldest here...you sure are acting like a little child." Kili chided in, laughing at my expense.

"It hurts..." I pouted sadly causing the rest of the company to laugh.

"Why have you not learned to wrap your own wounds properly? How did you survive by yourself for so long?" Oin scolded.

"I was never good at being a healer, so I would let time heal my wounds. My siblings were better at it then I." I stated obviously. "I am sure that my patient would die of sickness before I figure out what ails him."

"I will never ask you to look after me if I were to fall ill then." Fili joked, his brother leaning on him, out of breath from his brothers joke.

"Hmph..." I huffed, pouting as Oin started tending to the wound above my eye.

"So where to now?" I heard Thorin question, now blowing smoke rings into the air. "We are exhausted, low on supplies, and there's a warg pack chasing after us. No place is safe."

"There is a house not far from here." Gandalf called, blowing his own smoke ring through Thorin's. "It is a place where we may take refuge."

"Whose house? Is he friend or foe?" Thorin questioned.

"Neither...he will either help us. Or he will kill us." Gandalf stated honestly. "Though...he's not overly fond of dwarves."

"What choice do we have..." Dwalin questioned.

"Wargs or this mysterious character." Bilbo questioned nervously.

"Ouch! Not to rough!" I added in.

"Do not fret my dear dwarves and hobbit, for we have someone who can change his mind, make an acception, and allow us to stay." Gandalf stated, taking a glance at me.

"Me?" I questioned curiously.

"Surely you know of whom I speak of." Gandalf smiled. "You haven't seen Beorn in some time, am I right to assume Bellethiel?"

"Beorn?" I questioned lightening up. "I have not visited the skin changer since my nephews had been in my care."

"What influence will Bellethiel have?" Gloin questioned.

"Bellethiel will go and speak on our behalf, if all goes well then she will signal for us to join their company." Gandalf suggested.

"Skin changer?" Bilbo questioned. "What does that mean, he's a skin changer?"

"Some days he is a man, but others...he is a great bear." Gandalf said, carefully getting to his feet. "I think we have had enough rest, we should start making our way in the direction of the house."

The company began to rise to their feet, putting on their clothes and adorning their weapons and armor before we set off toward the house of Beorn.

"So how do you know of this skin changer, Belle?" Ori questioned curiously.

"My brother and myself ventured beyond the woods of Greenwood once in our younger days, and we came across a giant bear. We came out with major injuries and took shelter at Beorn's house, though at that time we did not know the house belonged to the bear that had mauled us." I smiled fondly at the memory of my brother and myself gaping at the giant house we had found. "When Beorn found us he took care of our wounds, after a while we got to know the skin changer and visited when we could, even taking our sister with us on our visits.

I began to notice familiar landmarks and knew that we were getting close to the house. A giant bee came flying at Bilbo, buzzing around his head as he attempted to swat the bug away.

"It is alright Bilbo, it just means that we will be arriving at Beorn's house soon." I smiled, as the bee landed on my shoulder.

In the distance I saw a house and in the yard I saw goats, sheep, dogs, and horses trotting across and I smiled for the house had not changed over the years.

"Bellethiel?" Gandalf smiled to me, nodding his head in the direction of the house. "Ready to meet your old friend?"

I smiled before walking forward through the bushes catching the attention of all the animals in the yard that flocked toward me, wanting attention.

"Tell Beorn that he has a visitor." I smiled as one of the horses bounded toward the house.

Suddenly, the door to the house slammed open to reveal a man of immense size, he had black hair with a thick beard framing his face, with thick bushy eyebrows. He wore a woodland brown tunic that reached to the middle of his thighs, almost to his knees. The tall man had a shocked expression on his face before he suddenly began to charge at me.

(Thorin's P.O.V)

"I don't like this..." I mumbled beside the wizard as I watched the elf walk casually through the yard, the animals flocking to her side.

"Bellethiel will be fine Thorin." Gandalf assured, watching as Bellethiel stood calmly as one of the horses raced toward the house. "No harm will come to her."

The door to the house suddenly slammed open revealing who I assumed was the skin changer Gandalf and the elf had spoken about.

Beorn was the name Gandalf called him by, looked at the elf before suddenly charging at her.

"You were saying?" I grumbled, reaching for my sword.

I heard a ruckus from the company as they began to worry for the elf holding her ground as the skin changer got close.

"Stay where you are!" Gandalf growled out toward the company. "Bellethiel will be fine I assure you!"

I watched tense as the skin changer got closer to Bellethiel, but as he got into arms reach of the elf he scooped her into his arms and began to laugh with joy. The size difference between her and the skin changer was big as Bellethiel laughed along with the man, looking a bit out of breath for she tapped the mans arm to let her go.

"I told you that she will be fine." Gandalf mumbled watching the interaction fondly.

Bellethiel and the man spoke for the longest time, causing tension to fill the air as we waited to see how the situation would turn out when suddenly Bellethiel looked our way and whistled, beckoning us to come over.

"It would seem, we have found a safe place to rest." Gandalf smiled before walking forward.

I decided that I liked the book version(ish) when the met Beorn then the movie lol so no hate please ^^ I just liked the book version once I read it.

Also, I would like to explain a bit on why Thorin does not realize or understand what he is feeling. A lot of people would assume that with him being the future king that he would have a long line of dwarrowdams (I think that is what they call dwarf woman) wanting his attention and that he would have some lovers along the way. But I think that because he was the future king his main attention was that alone, to be a great king when the throne gets passed to him, and when Smaug took the Lonely Mountain he had more responsibility thrust upon him such as finding a place for his kin that he had no time to pay attention to stuff that did not involve looking after his people. But that is my opinion xD what do you think?

-SO