*Thorin's POV*

I could see their fire. The Company was right there out amongst the night laughing, eating some more, chattering, and going about. Naturally, I should have joined them but for some reason, I found myself back at the lodging of the young woman. I paced the front porch, looked over my shoulder, and then back at the door that stared at me. Surely she was asleep by now, but the itch within me needed to be scratched. I must get the words out to ask her. For the Company and the journey I must know it all. 

"This is ridiculous." I growl turning back to face the door. Just as I do I'm greeted with it wide open with her standing at the threshold. For a moment she seems surprised just as I am but she smiles softly "Hello."

"Good evening." I clear my throat straightening up "I hope I did not wake you."

She wraps her arms around herself as she shakes her head stepping out a little "No, I was not asleep."

I nod and clear my throat uncomfortable again. Looking at her I see her once pinned-up hair now flows in gentle soft waves of light brown with her bangs tickling her brows. She looks very soft and almost glows in a light hue. Perhaps it was the shimmer of the moon or just her. Any thought, question, or reason I had to come to her lodging quickly dissipates and I'm left standing and staring at her like a buffoon. 

"Would you like to come in?" she asks breaking my entranced stare.

Quickly I wipe the smile off my face from admiration and avert my eyes "N-no, that won't be necessary. I just-I came to see-ask if-if you...if you were alright."

A little taken back she looks to her feet then back to me "Y-Yes, I'm quite alright....and, you?"

I glance down as she nods to my wrist which is beginning to form the dull ache again. Grasping it to hide it from her I nod "Yes. It is healing rather quickly."

"Hmm, so is that why you winced when you clasped it just now?" she asks suspiciously.

"No, I-"

She motions sympathetically "Let me at least rewrap it for you. It's the least I can do."

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In the warmth of her lodge, we sit in front of the fireplace as the flames light the room. In a disheveled mess bandages, wraps, and medical salves circle her as she gingerly unwraps the old bandages off my wrist. Her facial expression is serious with her eyes focused on her work. Although she never looks at me she knows I'm watching and I know that she's uncomfortable by the bright tint of pink on her cheeks.

"Relax Rosey." I say softly catching her attention "It is not life or death."

She laughs nervously as she removes the last of the bandages "S-sorry I guess I just-just got in my head."

I smirk a little reassuring to her as she continues. She smirks a little but as her attention goes to my wounds her face falls. The air is a little tense as she puts the medicine on the burns and soon begins wrapping them again. The touch of her fingertips against my skin is soft and gentle yet I feel her hands tremble. I look back in her eyes and she stops closing them "Thorin, I am so-so-"

"Stop."

"W-what?"

"You do not need to apologize. Not to me."

Perhaps I sounded harsher than intended but she glances at me only once before continuing her work in silence. 

Taking in a deep breath I find myself forced to ask "Why did you not tell me?"

She raises her eyes "Tell you?"

I nod staring back fiercely as she has quickly pulled her hands back looking suspiciously. 

"Why did you not tell me of your capabilities? About all of it? Or let alone who you are."

"I..." her voice trails for a moment "I did not know that they had returned or...or had grown to that magnitude in these shorts years."

"How could you not have known?" I snap finding myself irritated instead of curious.

She looks back up fearfully "I-I hid them away. I never used them. At least never attempted to. It was difficult to be a Seer even with the strongest imprinted relics and places. I thought maybe it had begun to fade."

"You were wrong!" 

Enola flinches and immediately I regret my words and raising my voice. I close my eyes sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose muttering "Why would you hide something as imperative as this? Why did you wish to travel along?"

Enola is silent for a moment but speaks sounding less meek and more stern "Like I said before Thorin Oakenshield, I came to help you slay the dragon and reclaim your home. I understand your losses."

"You say those things Enola, yet I still do not know their meeting. You do not know of loss. Why are you even here?!" I exclaim standing now angrily to my feet.

Angrily Enola follows standing to her feet as well glaring back at me with clenched fists "You wish to know the whole of it?"

"Yes!" I snap "Here and now."

Angrily she nods never breaking her eyes from me as she relents "I was there the day Smaug attacked Dale!"

I feel my heart jump and my clenched jaw begins to loosen. In the moment of stunned silence I begin to see the threat of tears in the girls eyes. 

"That is impossible." I state "You are young. The dragon, the mountain, Dale...it was a lifetime ago."

"And it was a lifetime the dragon stole from me." she snaps out of anger towards the beast. 

Seeing the look on her face a breath passes my lips "You're telling the truth."

"Yes. I remember every detail of that day. I was going along the cobblestone market streets of Dale when the bells had sounded off." she starts. "I looked up to see the Dragon looking down from above. He began slaughtering my people. Raining down his fire. I watched as he burned and destroyed our homes. Turned my neighbors, friends, all to ash."

I see the memory in her eyes reeling as she relives the horror she so vividly remembers replaying in her mind. Her voice flat and unwavering and she refuses to relent for another moment.

"Just as I had reached the long street where my home used to be I realized in an instant that my house no longer stood there. Just a pile of ash with no signs of life. I didn't realize until it was too late that the dragon had come down upon me relentlessly raining his fire. The terror, sorrow, and pain came pouring from me as I felt the flames upon my flesh. By some unseen force that I discovered later had somehow saved most of me, but not all. I should have died that day, but I found myself clinging to life in the streets. I do not remember much after falling onto the stone, but I can still hear the screaming. Then I remember the forest floor, a shadow, a bed, darkness, then light. Lord Elrond found me near death. For fifty years I remained under his sleeping spell until I was strong enough to awaken. If my family did survive, they are long gone. I have nothing and no one left. That, Thorin Oakenshield, is why I am here. No one could possibly hate Smaug more than I."

Taking in her tale of the Dragon and life she lost I find us both sitting back in the floor. Silence has fallen between us. For how long I can not say. All I can do is relive her life long ago on that day as well as my own. 

"He took everything from me..." Enola mutters as my eyes look back to her.

She shamefully looks down clutching her shoulder as tears stream down her face "Even everything wasn't enough."

My eyes look to her and then to her shoulder. I see the way her hand grips the fabric covering her flesh beneath. Unaware I find my own hand reaching out until it barely brushes her own hand as she quickly looks back up at me.

From the tough of my hand I see her body tense as she stares back at me as if she's almost afraid. Still, I do not withdraw my hand from its outreach. I only rest it atop her's.

"May I?" I barely even whisper.

At first I think she didn't even hear me for I did not even think I truly heard myself, but when I see trust overcome the fear in her gaze our hands shift. Slowly the sleeve of her nightgown glides down revealing to me the mutilated flesh. The flesh beneath the fabric is scarred, healed into grooves and wavering lines with a dark red hue. At first glance one might even say it looks like the flames flicker on her even now. As I look at them and brush my fingertips along the patterns I discover  along her shoulder and down her arm the longest of the scars only ending above her wrist line. 

As I carefully recover her shoulder I look back to Enola. She seems embarrassed by the tint of pink on her cheeks, but I long to see her gaze or hear her speak.

"Enola?"

She looks back at me almost instantly. Her eyes awaiting to see what I will do next or to hear what I'll say. 

As I look back at her I reach out clasping her hand "I will not tell a soul."