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Summary: She moved with the grace and speed of an elf, but fought with the heart of a dwarf catering to Death as if he were an old and familiar friend.
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The dwarves instantly armed themselves at the mention of trolls, and Bilbo being in danger. Buffy…Buffy was momentarily taken back by a sudden panic, a fear that she hadn’t felt in a long time.“Deliver us,”
the voices in the back of her head calling out in a chant from long ago and her blood pounded in her veins, the Slayer rising in the deep pit of her heart. She waited until they were almost out of hearing range before she made to follow. There was no way she was staying behind. There was no way, she could stay behind. She was a warrior, born to fight, meant to die fighting. The drums of war was pounding in her heart as guilty expression crossed over Kili and Fili’s face. Jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed, Buffy grabbed her sword ripping it free from its sheath.
“Stay here!” Thorin ordered darkly.
“The hell I will,” Buffy bit out just as fierce.
“I lead this company,” the dwarf king took a threatening step forward. It unnerved her that even though he stood only a few inches taller than she, he seemed to tower over her.
Buffy did not back down. “But you do not lead me,” she said, firmly. Then she moved. Moved faster than anyone person--man, dwarf or elf--Thorin has ever encountered and darted around him. For the briefest of moments, he is stunned. Then? Then the anger burst forth in his chest. How dare she? How dare
she? The impudence! The utterly careless! And Thorin was chasing after. Whether to go after her, or to try and save the hobbit, he was not entirely sure. His rage drove him forth, and through the tree line just in time to see one of the trolls toss Bilbo at Buffy.
Buffy threw her sword down, to catch the hobbit and rolled them out of the way as a troll tried to snatch both of them off the ground. With a battle cry, Thorin and his company charged. The trolls roared as axes and swords came at them from all sides. Out of the corner of his eye, Thorin saw Buffy let out of Biblo and pick up her sword to join the fray. She was more fierce than fire, with a will as strong as his own. She moved with the agility and grace of an elf, but fought with the strength and heart of a dwarf. She was like poetry in motion, her movements a deadly dance.
He had been aware of her even before he first saw her. It had begun to churn in his chest--a feeling that he had heard of, but never encountered before--like dragon's fire and snaked through his veins. A hum of excitement, a hum of longing that he wasn't sure what to make of it. The first time he had saw her, she had infuriated him as equally as he had been enchanted by her. Golden hair, emerald eyes on a sweet, impish face and a woman as much as a warrior as he with a tongue as sharp as the blade she used. He had impressed by her spirit, but there was something about her that set him on edge. The shadows deep with her gaze, the way she unconsciously moved with the grace of a predator and the moments when she stopped smiling that she looked so heartbreakingly sad.
And most of all, the feelings she envoked within him. Things he was certain he would never ever feel. He saw her all. His gaze often falling upon her. It wasn’t until this moment that the realization hit him tenfold, and fate was ever cruel.
For him to find her now of all times, it left him with an empty hollow feeling as he swung his sword at the troll using it to release all the anger and pain burning inside of him. And it was easy to forget how human she was in that moment, until a agonized cry from Bilbo when one of the trolls grabbed him stole her attention away from her prey and the troll scooped her up, like she was little more than a rag doll and slung her against a nearby tree so hard that it cracked the tree. Too hard because she slumped bonelessly in the trolls grip. Thorin felt his heart jolt in his chest, his eyes widening a fraction. This is what he had feared from the second the two signed those contracts, and despite his fierce words, they were part of his company. He was responsible for them and their safety, his honor wouldn’t allow him to be anything less.
Bilbo screamed, “Buffy!”
Kili let out a shout of panic, while Fili sent several unflattering curses at the trolls. The pair had become close to the hobbit and woman. The troll held her up with both of his hands, his intent clear. “Drop you weapon, or I break her in two!” The troll threatened.
"And rip him apart!" The troll holding Bilbo added.
All the company froze, all eyes swept towards Thorin could only grit his teeth together as the trolls forced them to surrendered, his eyes watching the ruby red blood staining Buffy’s golden hair. His weapon fell out of his fingers, his hand feeling numb as a horrible agonizing pain shoot through his heart. His blue eyes stared at Buffy, and he couldn’t help but wonder…
Had he just condemned his company and his One to death?
A bit short, but it's an interlude. RRs are appreciated.