Soul Marks Never Lie
Nori's News
Thorin raises an eyebrow at the thief turned spymaster.
“Surely it can wait until¬”
“It’s about Bilbo.”
If he flinched at the name nobody says anything, he clenches his fists as thoughts of his Burglar assaults him.
“What about Bilbo?” he asks tightly, refusing to let the pain he feels out. Beside him Fíli is stiff and Kíli who has joined his brother is looking pained. Nori’s irritation turns to anger for a moment before it goes back to irritation.
“We were lied to, Thorin. Those bastards lied to us,” Nori hisses, his hands twitching to hurt the two Betrayers. He remembers how he felt after the battle. He remembers the panic running through his veins, trying to find his family, his One. Not a single thought of Bilbo had crossed his mind, Bilbo who trusted him even though he was a thief, until he had ensured that his family was safe. He can just imagine the pain, the panic Thorin must of felt. He remembers following the two Betrayers who claimed they found Bilbo’s remains. He remembers how Dwalin, who followed him, nearly threw up at the sight of the mangled remains.
Thorin’s eyes flash dangerously as the dwarrows explode in anger. His Bilbo is alive!? What did those two bastards do to Bilbo to make him go away…
“How do you know this?” he asks, if they truly are betrayers than he will have fun slowly torturing them but he has to make sure. Nori smiles a venomous smile that would have lesser men quaking.
“You would be surprised what a little ale can loosen. They started talking about how they cut Bilbo off, he was coming to see you and the bastards told him you were dead; you and the boys. Fuckers knew about the debacle with the Arkenstone and decided that he didn’t deserve to be here,” Nori stops and takes a breath “When they heard you were looking for him, that you were worried they devised that plan to save their own skins.”
Thorin growls, so not only was his One far away but he owed Elves an apology. Kíli’s eyes flash, his hands clenching.
“Show us the way to them Nori. Surely you didn’t leave them free?” he asks no sign of cheerfulness in his eyes. Glóin and Dwalin step up wanting their turn while the others crack their knuckles, even little Ori is looking menacing.