"You're different Bilbo."

Nymeria had forgotten how annoying mother nature truly was due to the comfort of her home in bag-end, especially when she and her unfortunate choice in temporary company were woken up by a sudden downpour of rain that left the dwarves cursing themselves into such a storm that her poor hobbit had almost blushed. Which the faè had thought rather ironic indeed, considering that she had heard him swear worse than any other creature alive when he'd found out the Sackville-baggins had stolen another drawer full of his fancy cutlery.

She really didn't know why he kicked up such a great fuss, he knew that she'd be going around to their home later that night to take his possession back for him, but then he'd lecture her about the principles of things and that it was simply about manners, something of which the rude and vile hobbits simply didn't have.

Walking through the thick and slippery mud that stuck onto the back of her dark green pants and staining the brown boots Bilbo had specifically made with her in mind, Nymeria found herself smiling softly at the memory, eyes flickering over to where he sat on his pony with a face twisted into a displeased frown, currently wrapped up warm in her cloak that she'd handed over to him the moment she'd seen the shiver wreck over his body, she didn't want her hobbit to catch a cold after all, she had very serious doubt she'd hear the end of it.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf? Can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori finally shouted over the downpour as he gave in rather early on to his pride, deep voice carrying over the strangely still wind as the sounds of water crashing against the forest floor assaulted their ears until it was practically all they could hear, muffling the sounds of conversations happening around them, drowning out the noises of wildlife, of the skies, of the crumbling bark, drowning out the noises of everything really.

"It is raining, master dwarf. And it will continue to rain until the rain is done! If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard." Gandalf said with quite a dramatic huff, refusing to become some common show pony though his tone was rather amused as he rode ahead with her hobbit by his side and Nymeria by his like she always was like some mocking shadow or echo, her light feet practically dancing over the mud with a that grace elves would be jealous of.

And then the faè felt more than seen eyes flicker over to her in question which wasn't surprising to her at all in the slightest, her unfortunate company still somehow believing her to be of someone who possessed magic such as Gandalf's and didn't even try to hide the roll of her eyes as she tutted under her breath, tongue hitting the roof of her mouth as she twirled out of the way of a rather deep looking puddle lest she allow it to drown her to get away from all of that, and then snapping her teeth together as if a threat. "I am no wizard or witch, dwarves. Advert your gazes."

"Are there any?" Bilbo asked suddenly, his brows furrowed as he looked over at the strange wizard by his side in question, gaze flickering as he took in the dark robes and pointy hat and staff and wondering to himself if he'd ever actually seen another that looked like Gandalf, but finding himself empty handed, which made him wonder if, like Nymeria, there was no such thing as more. "Are there any other wizards, I mean."

"There are five us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, The White. Then there are the two blue wizards. Do you know, I've quite forgotten their names." Gandalf explained slowly, looking towards the sky as if he'd find his answers there before he shook his great head to look back down at his short companion with kind blue eyes, flickering them over to the faè for half a second to see that she was watching their interaction closely and he only just managed to hide his chuckle...so very protective of her little hobbit she was, it was a miracle the poor fellow could get anything done.

"And who is the fifth?"

"Well, that would be Radagast, The Brown."

"Is he a great wizard or is he...more like you?"

Gandalf looked rather offended, affronted as he narrowed his gaze at the hobbit, who didn't look apologetic in the slightest and this time, he didn't even try to hide the snort that slipped through as he looked back in front of him to the damp wilderness, and remembered his fellow wizard almost fondly. "I think he's a very great wizard, in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forestlands to the East, and a good thing too, for always evil will look to find a foothold in this world."

"Hm."

"Nymeria?" Bilbo asked cautiously as something ominous and heavy settled in his gut as he looked towards her, hearing the almost mischievous tone in her voice as she continued to stroll on ahead, and most definitely not liking it one bit considering...because if there was anything he'd learned about his friend from the long years they'd spent together side by side in the comfort of home, it was that when his faè sounded like that, nothing good ever came from it, and, as if noticing his fear, the woman sent him a quick smile of flashing teeth from over her shoulder as she answered him.

"I think, perhaps, I might of met him. A rather long time ago."

"Oh really?" Gandalf said in obvious suprise, though there was a certain twinkle in his eye as he imagined their interaction. Radagast always did have a special place in his heart for wild and untamable creatures, and the old wizard believed that Nymeria was probably once the wildest of them all, not that he would ever voice those thoughts.

"Well, I wouldn't of say I met him really. I happened to be f-" There was a pause as her eyes fluttered shut in frustration for half a second, the word stuck on the tip of her tongue in longing, in mourning but she couldn't allow herself to whisper it, lest she lose herself to the memories of feathers against her face and the wind in her hair dancing around like a siren song, as she instead shook her head and continued as if she hadn't interrupted herself in the first place. "-walking past under the cover of the trees and found a strange looking fellow digging near the entrance to the Moors."

"What happened?"

"Well, I may of...scared him a little. Nothing too traumatizing, just enough to let him know that he wasn't welcomed there. I never did see the poor wizard again, though." Nymeria muttered, humming under her breath as she looked over into the woods by her side, as if expecting the strange wizard to pop around the corner and curse her for refusing to allow him entrance. However, in her defence she hasn't realised who he was really. She'd just seen a strange looking mortal and assumed they were there to harm the creatures of the moor like many others have tried to do.

"The moors?" Kili asked in confusion as he focused on that word, searching his memories for anything like it, some location or book or anything but nothing came to mind, his large nose screwed tight up against his face as he sniffed, hood hanging dangerously low over his dark eyes as he squinted through the rain to look at her as if hoping she could see his bewilderment, though finding it rather difficult with the vast amount of rain making her figure of blurry blob of dangerous aura. "Where's that then?"

"It was my home, a long time ago."

"I've never heard of it." Dori mumbled, huffing under his breath as the others shared confused glances around him, none of them hearing of the strange place that the even stranger lass lived in and finding themselves at another mysterious disadvantage when it came to finding out more about her. So far, all they'd been able to pick up was that she seemingly didn't like anyone in the whole of middle-earth other than the hobbit, and, of course, that she seemed to glow.

"-Now wait a moment. Why aren't you wet?" Fili asked suddenly before she could answer, narrowing his gaze as he noticed the way the rain almost seemed to dance away from her, sliding off of her form as if repelled, as as he looked a little closer to their strange company, he finally notice the barely visible red glow of her magic that was shrouding her form with a strumming hum. And it seemed that she knew he knew, if the mischievous look in her dark eyes were anything to go by as she shot a faux suprised look over her shoulder.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Nymeria!" Bilbo gasped scandalised as he realised that she was using her magic to keep herself dry, realising that she hadn't sacrificed her warm, lengthy cloak like some sort of martyr, and had instead handed it over because she didn't even need it in the first place. There was a few shouts of outrage from the others as they realised that their companion could, in fact, stop their drowning, or at least shield them away with her strange magic, but she ignored them all and instead picked up her brisk pace with a smirk fluttering at the corner of her lips.

After all, she said she'd help them on their journey, but that certainly didn't mean that she had to make it easier for them.
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There was a certain glimmer that danced in the cool air, a tension wound thin as she came to a stop in front of what looked to be an abandoned farmhouse, her eyes flickering as a feeling of dread and horror washed over her like a tremendous wave, and the longer she stood there, staring as it and feeling that heat that rushed through her veins as the fine hairs at the back of her neck stood on end, the more uneasy she felt. Something didn't want her here, and something wasn't right with this picture.

"We'll camp here for the night. Fili and Kili, look after the ponies, and make sure you stay with them." Thorin's baritone voice washed over her ears like an overhanging storm, and Nymeria felt frustration cling over her body like a bad omen as she clenched her eyes tightly shut. She had forgotten just how dense dwarves could be to the calling of the wild, forgot how mind-numbingly stupid they could be to not taste the threat on their tongue, to not feel the brush of something larger than themselves. But then again, dwarves could never see anything past their own disgusting greed.

"That isn't a good idea, dwalf. There's the scent of blood in the air surrounding this place, and it's hardly old. You'd be a fool to think this is an appropriate place to camp." The faè called over her shoulder, slowly training her gaze over to the forest by the side of her, long fingers twitching in discomfort as she felt more than seen Thorin's glare scorching into the side of her head as he didn't listen to her warnings...then again, what exactly was she expecting?

"A farmer and his family used to live here." Gandalf said, grey eyes harder than any steel as he looked over the home, feeling the same inconceivable threat that loomed over their shoulders that they couldn't see, clearly just as uncomfortable as the faè was, standing just ahead of them, the magic rolling off her in dangerous waves at the tense atmosphere. "It would be wiser to move on. We could make for the hidden valley."

Thorin ignored the both of them at first, seemingly far to busy ordering two of his company to start a fire, able to feel the chill in the air but not much else obviously, but at the mention of the valley, he turned around to face the wizard, ignoring Nymeria as she turned to watch the two in interest, eyes passing over them for a second to find her hobbit struggling to get off the pony and the blonde dwarf, Fili, trying to help him, causing her head to tilt in something akin to caution.

"I have told you already, I will not go near that place." Thorin's dark tone of voice pulled her back, and she slowly flickered her gaze towards him in displeasure, the glowing red of her iris passing over her eyes threateningly before disappearing in the same breath as she caught a handle over her temper, knowing she shouldn't expect any rational thought from a dwarf, attempting to draw blood from a stone would conceive better results.

She looked over at the farmhouse once more, taking in the torn away roof, the splatters of something resembling rust scetched out across the floor and turned her nose up, walking away and leaving the dwarf and the wizard to their argument as she set her gaze on her hobbit. She had no true idea what had happened here, or how long or how violent, but she knew one thing, and that was that her hobbit would be safe, he would always be safe as long as he was with her.

Bilbo yelped as he felt phantom hands wrapping around his body, finding the familar red glow of Nymeria's magic as she lifted him from his pony, freeing him from his prison of the reins that had wound around his foot that Fili had been trying to help him out of for the past five minutes, hearing her warm chuckle as it danced over his ears as she pulled his upside down body closer to her, the faè's eyes trickling over to the blonde dwarf as she noticed the way he'd lurched forward, obviously thinking that the hobbit was falling and moving to catch him.

"Thankyou, Fili. But as you can see, Nymeria has got me, showing off I believe." Bilbo grumbled under his breath, finally touching the floor and sighing in relief, the red chaos of magic slithering away from him after tickling his side playfully which only made him squirm before it swiftly sunk back into her flesh, making her body hum as her magic settled it's way home inside of her, before she looked over to Fili, her eyes narrowing who took the hint, chuckling under his breath and holding his hands out peacefully as he strolled away, whistling under his breath as he went off to find his brother.

"Why was he helping you?" Nymeria asked dangerously, keeping her suspicious gaze firmly trained on the dwarfs back, taking note of the downright ridiculous fur...something over his sturdy looking shoulders, tracking his every movement as if expecting him to do something vile at any moment, fingers clenching and unclenching at her side as her insides curled with chaos.

But the hobbit only hummed absentmindnessly as he waved her away, not really listening to a word she said which wasn't exactly a rare occurrence, not hearing the stress in her tone or seeing the tension is her body as he patted himself down for the handkerchief Nymeria had packed for him, his nose stuffy and unpleasant as he sniffed, trying to breath but finding himself unable to do so and he didn't want to rely on breathing through his mouth, after all, there was an unpleasant smell about the place and he didn't fancy eating it. "What did he want in return?"

And it was then that Bilbo paused as he finally realized what she was talking about, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked up at her only to find that she was continuously staring at Fili with a distrustful fear in her gaze, and felt his heart sink slightly, mentally chastising himself for his lack of unaware about his friends trauma. "Nymeria, we've been over this, some folk don't need a reason to help others. I certainly didn't, did I?"

"You're different, Bilbo. Dwarves are not." She mumbled darkly, eyes flashing but leaving the matter, instead making sure that he was alright as she flickered her gaze down at him, smiling softly and pulling the handkerchief from out of his back pocket, handing it to him with an almost affectionate chuff as he smiled at her thankfully. But the moment was quickly interrupted as Gandalf stormed past the two, almost knowing them off their feet as he grumbled and growled.

"Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?"

"To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense." The old wizard snapped over his shoulder, not even turning to look at them even as the hobbit asked who that was as he rushed down the hill, long robes tumbling after him as the wind blew past him, Nymeria tilting her head as she watched him and feeling her lips tilt up in something akin to amusement as the frustrated flush to his cheeks, looks like she wasn't the only one sick of the stubbornness of the company. "Myself, mister Baggins! I've had enough of dwarves for one day."

Nymeria nodded to herself, finding that it checked out before she clapped her hobbit reassuringly on the shoulder, taking his bed roll from off his pony and some other things he'd need for the night and began to move, preparing herself for a long night of constant watching, constant awareness as she stressed over whatever might of been out there, idly hearing Bilbo panic as he looked at the others. "Is he coming back?" But of course, no one dignified the poor hobbit with a responce.

They'd settled for camp easy enough, the roaring flames of the roasting fire casting them all in a bright orange glow, hearty laughs and shouts swarming through the air as they awaited the food to be done, all of them sitting as close to the fire as they possibly could, their loud nature scaring off animals for miles the faè was sure as she sat away from them once more, her face set in a pained grimace that she desperately tried to hide as she shifted around, back spasming in agonising tremors.

Walking had done her no good which she'd honestly been expecting, but it seemed even the lilic flower that she usually consumed to numb the pain had given up on her, the torturous feeling still going strong and it was only then she realised how much she'd been neglecting her body as the aches continued. She grunted lowly once more as she moved, and that was enough for Bilbo to snap his eyes over to her from where he'd been worrying about the old wizard, a new concern taking its place as he seen how ill his companion looked as she moved to stand up. "Nymeria? Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine. I noticed a stream not far from here, I think I might have a quick soak before we eat." She waved him off with a nonchalant grace, face becoming a blank mask as she tried to keep him unaware, feeling eyes flicker over to her from the dwarves as they caught sight of her moving, her imposing figure of threatening aura rather hard to miss as she took a few steps away from them, moving off towards the hill as Bilbo hurried after her with his eyes wide.

"But what if-"

"Bilbo, there are many dangers out there in the woods...but I can guarantee not one of them are as powerful as I am. I think I'll take the risk." Nymeria laughed, shoulder moving an inch and the second it did she was hissing lightly through her teeth, fingers twitching as if to grab around the area but not allowing herself to look weak in front of their company, but Bilbo seen, and from the way his expression deflated, he knew why, placing his hands on his hips as he stepped closer once more. "And before you say it, yes, Unfortunately my back is hurting, I'm hoping the water will soothe it."

Her hobbit didn't look convinced as he nervously played with his suspenders, taking a longing look over the the roaring warmth and comfort of the fire compared to the cold breeze brushing over his skin coupled with the fear of the unknown the longer he stood there, until he shook his head in resolution, his short curls tickling his ears as he did so as he looked up at his friend. "Maybe I should come with you."

"No, eat your supper Bilbo and rest. I'll be back as soon as I can." Nymeria smiled reassuringly, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder before walking away, trying to keep her back straight and breath even, even though her body felt like it was being stretched apart and torn away only to be stitched back together in the same breath, the phantom pain of something that was once there rendering her eyes burning and chest heaving in absolute agony.

The faè found the stream after a while, a small dent in the earth that looked like it would hardly reach her shoulder with a swindling line right across it, hardly a tempting looking thing but she was desperate to soak her troubling aches away, even if it was only for a few minutes, perhaps even longer in the dwarves managed to distract Bilbo from coming to find her, her little hobbit was always so worried that she was going to disappear.

She pulled her large shirt over her head slowly, face twisting and a muffled cry slipping through tightly clenched lips as she laid it against one of the trees, her pants and shoes coming off next and after a moment of hesitation, figured it best to leave her underwrappings on just in case Bilbo did try and come looking, lest he catch more of an eyeful than he'd been expecting, they've kept their record for accidental naked glimpses nonexistent for five years now, and she had no desire to break the streak as she fill any stepped into the water, instantly sinking in with no resistance as it was just one big drop off.

The cold lapping at her skin and causing goosebumps to rise over her body, until she lifted a glowing hand and twirled it over the water gently, a small smile stretching over her features as the water began to heat up until it reached a soothing temperature, a relieved sigh slipping through her lips as she worked her free hand over her shoulder and touched the gnarly and knotted scars and scabs of her back, fingers skimming over the puckered and gouged skin with a sting to her eyes and an ache to her throat.

Nymeria doubted she would ever get used it, get used to the phantom pain, get used to how weightless she felt down without the large shadows that had trailed her all of her life...but then again, she never thought she'd trust another soul after she'd been mutilated and left for dead, and yet a simple, unassuming hobbit had her loyalty and heart held in the palm of his hand and not even realising the weight of it.

And she didn't know how long she sat there, wading in the waters before a sudden chill crept up her spine like an ominous warning, and it was like every hair on her body stood on end, a strain in her limbs like she was about to be torn open by some incredible force but she couldn't understand what, the air was so still and so quiet, no sounds or noises from the animals she could practically sense around her, and something about the atmosphere set her teeth on edge as she stood, hitching herself back onto the ground and tugging her clothes back over her body suspiciously.

The faè stalked back up the hill, over to the campsite and allowed her eyes to flash when she noticed how silent it was there too, feeling something steal the breath from her lungs when she realized that no one was there, not even her hobbit and for a moment she panicked, thinking the worst until her nose twitched and she caught an overwhelming and pungent smell that wafted over to her from the darkness of the woods and she snapped her head over to glare towards it, eyes narrowing in concentration as she looked closer.

There was a faint light, so faint that most mortals wouldn't be able to see it, and she hardly hesitated before she was moving towards it with her heart in her mouth, worried and terrified for the fate of her hobbit as she danced across the floor, stepping over twigs and branches and rocks, making the least amount of noise possible so she could spy on whoever had made the fire and when she finally happened upon a small clearing...out of all the things she expected, seeing the dwarves slowly roaring over a fire in sacks most definitely hadn't been one of them.

"They should be sauteed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage."

She spun her head around to where the voice had came from, firmly hidden behind the safety of a large tree and if it hadn't been for the way she'd tensed her jaw in frustration, she was sure it would of dropped in shock at the three trolls currently prowling around the fire, and she realized just what the dwarves had got themselves into. Nymeria watched for a minute or two, considering turning her back and leaving them to their inevitable fate while she went off to find her hobbit, only to have that plan firmly stopped in its tracks when she found him amongst the others lying off into the far corner and knew what she had to do.

"Oh, that does sound quite nice." The troll grumbled, licking its lips as he looked down at the feast they were preparing, his stomach rumbling in anticipation as he picked one of them up fron the sacks, giving it a squeeze as it shouted in obvious pain as the large creature began to pull the dwarf closer and hovering it near his face, hunger in his eyes as he grinned crookidly. "But just a snack can't hurt."

There was a sudden ominous boom from the shadows of the woods around them, sounding like a boulder colliding with another boulder, causing the troll to squeak and drop the dwarf with the others as everyone became quiet, looking out into the darkness, awaiting what, they had no clue as one of the other trolls slowly stopped circling the spit. Another bang and this one sounded so much closer, so much louder...and so much more dangerous as the whole earth seemed to tremble with fear at the unnatural snarl of something.

"Tom, go 'un see what that noise is."

"Why me?" Said troll whined, looking off towards the woods with a certain glimmer of fear in his beady eyes that was only outweighed by his laziness, not wanting to move in case the others began to eat without him like they'd done many times before, bubbling snot dripping down his face grotesquely until it began to splatter against the floor, either not seeing or caring for the way their food began to gag and try and push themselves away from his vileness.

"Cuz' I said so." One of the larger trolls took a swipe at his head, missing by an inch as the other ducked and quickly blundered away, muttering and moaning under his breath as he disappeared into the shadows, sniffing around to try and get a hint of what the strange noise was, looking around corners, under trees and boulders but unable to find anything of importance.

But just as he was about to call out to the others, kneeling down over a small cave mouth, his attention was suddenly stolen as through the darkness of the night, two glowing eyes stared back at him, filled with such supernatural and powerful intent that it rendered the troll absolutely frozen in horror, before dark red mist lashed out from the shadows and wrapped him in their cruel grip, winding around his limbs and crushing and crushing and crushing his bones one by one until they got to his scull and the final splintering crack, loud and unmistakable slashed through the air ominously.

The troll fell dead and Nymeria stepped over its corpse, her upper lip curling in disgust as she readjusted her shirt against her torso, one down, two more to go. She hid behind a tree once more, theough the time she was far closer to the dwarves than she had been before, risking a glance over at the trolls to see them arguing amongst themselves, obviously not too concerned about their fallen friend, but she didn't focus on them for long, her gaze trailing back to the dwarves rather stupidly trying to blow the flames out as they crept up higher and higher, burning beards and blistering skin and came if the reluctant conclusion that they probably took priority.

Her hands began to glow with chaos, the phantom tendrils stretching across the ground like snakes and for a moment, she heard the others began to yell in a panic before quickly shutting up as Bilbo whispered her name in obvious relief, recognising the magic as it circled over the spit roasting dwarves who tried their best to keep quiet, especially after Dwalin cursed at them to shut in once he caught her eyes, nodding towards her as she focused harder, begining to pull the large stick containing the bundle up with some difficulty.

Nymeria's arms shook, straining as her magic took the weight and bared it onto her shoulders until sweat gathered along her hairline as she slowly lowered it to the floor, trying not to make noise as all their gazes remained on each other, keeping as quiet as the dead as silence took over them all, breaths bated and chests barely rising, the faè thanking her lucky stars that this was going rather well to plan.

Until she noticed how truly quiet it was, and realised she could only spot one troll still staring out into the woods, and then she felt breath curl at the back of her next just before a large hand wrapped around her body as she was picked up and swung around, the troll stumbling back into the clearing with her held in its smelly grip, squeezing her body painfully as she let out a sharp scream at the feeling of pressure digging into her back until tears sprung in her eyes.

"Whoa! William have a look at tis'. This one glows." He began to shake her like some sort of idle toy, until she could hear her blood pounding inside her head, dizzy and disoriented and trying her hardest not to be sick with bile coating the walls of her throat with threatening promise that was quickly forgotten about as the large creature began to squeeze even harder, her bones grinding together. "Why's it not glowing anymore?"

She screamed again, teeth baring with her eyes clenched shut, but it wasn't until she heard Bilbo's terrified yell of her name did her eyes snap open, the red glare nothing sort of dangerous as her magic lashed out and formed into something sharp and deadly, rising from the cracks between his fingers and slashing through the air. The troll only had time to blink, before his head rolled off of his shoulders and Nymeria fell to the floor, gasping through blood stained teeth and clutching her ribs.

"Lass! Look out!"

She heard a voice shout out, and she looked up just in time to see a club heading towards her before it smashed into her side and sent her soaring, crashing into a wall and falling on top of one of the dwarves still tied in the sack who grunted upon impact, her breath leaving her lungs and a wounded noise escaped her lips as she struggled to move. She felt the person underneath her struggling, trying to shift around, their hands clawing at the sack as if to escape and she heard the troll give out a bellowing yell as he thundered closer.

But before he could grab her, the dwarf underneath her shifted so he was now on top of her, and her eyes opened to find the familar blue eyes staring back at her in obvious concern, his blonde hair brushing over her cheeks, until the troll picked him up and flung him, obviously thinking it was the faè who had killed his brothers, the others screaming Fili's name as his entrapped body headed straight for the flames.

And Nymeria didn't even hesitate to shoot up, pain lacing her body in agonising fashion to shoot her hand in front of herself, catching the dwarf with her red glow before he could meet his fate and pulling him to safety, slowly rising on trembling legs to glare at the final troll, her magic swirling around her hands like a promise as it snarled and growled and roared and charged and she prepared herself for the devastating blow...just for a voice to interrupt them as a familar wizard made his appearance.

"The dawn will take you!"

Gandalf raised his staff high in the air and brought it down in a crushing blow along the small cliff he was standing on, the crack that appeared allowing the blinding sunlight to stream in and casts its glare onto the troll who fell just mere inches away from Nymeria, turning into stone with its eyes firmly trained on hers. She barely lasted another moment on her feet before she had no choice but to fall back with a pained wheeze, hearing the dwarves exclaim in joy at the sight of Gandalf as he began to release them from their sacks while she pulled herself further into the shadows like a wounded cat.

"Nymeria! Where's Nymeria?" She heard her hobbit frantically calling out the moment he was no doubt free, feeling his panic through her bond as if it where her own but it felt like their was a crushing weight on her lungs that rendered her speechless, and when her shaking hand moved over to her ribs, she could feel the twisted bones peaking out from the skin, her head falling back to hit off the floor with a whimper.

There were other calls of her name, though this time it wasn't from Bilbo, but from the others as well as they searched for her, her head raising weakly as she tried to pull herself up to stand but it was like her whole body had drained itself of energy, of fight, of movement and was focusing solely on healing itself, already able to feel the cut against her cheek knitting itself together, skin stretching back into place unpleasantly. And then there was a sudden rustle in front of her, and then she felt cool and rough hands pressing against her face that she couldn't slap away even if she wanted to, the cool skin almost feeling nice on her flushed cheeks as her magic swarmed through her veins, under her skin, trying to fix what was broken.

"I found her! She's over here!" And then there were strong and thick arms going under her legs and under her back, thankfully too low to be touching her scars as she was lifted into their arms, her head rolling into a broad chest as they carried her away from the Bush she'd practically chosen to die in, leading her to the others who all spun around, eyes going wide as they saw her, but it was Bilbo who was faster than all of them, standing in front of her before she could blink and tugging at the arms holding her.

"Let her go, let her go. She doesn't like being touched." The hobbit snapped, but the person cradling her hesitated, grip tightening for just a mere moment as he struggled on what to do.

"Fili. I suggest you let her down, mister Baggins there knows alot more about the girl than you do, it would be wise to listen to him." Gandalf's low voice washed over her, and the dwarf finally did as asked, placing her gently onto the floor as she grunted, instantly trying to sit herself up and feeling hands hover near her back that she quickly slapped away with a snarl, strength already returning to her as she thanked the stars that it hadn't been her back wounded.

"Lass, are you alright? You should have Óin look you over." Bofur murmured, and she was only just able to recognise him through her blurry eyes by the strange had atop his head that followed him wherever he went, but she waved her hand through the air as if waving off his concerns, moving it down to rest against Bilbo's shoulder in her own reassurance that he was there and well, and as if sensing her fear, he patted said hand gently.

"Give me a moment and I'll be back on my feet."

"Back on your feet? That troll almost squished you."

"I'm not as easily beaten. I'm already healing." And sure enough, they finally noticed the truth to her words, watching in fascination as her skin began to unbruise, cuts scabbing over before disappearing completely, the sound of snapping bones circling over as they fixed themselves inside her prison of flesh and the only indication of pain she gave was a few grunts here and there, before she rolled her head across her shoulders and opened her eyes, the iris's a fiery glow of red...only to find Fili staring at her with something akin to absolute awe.

"Mahal, you are incredible."