The Undecided Title Of Sara Miller *Hobbit Fanfiction* (Thorin/OC)

Chapter 14: Flee For Your Lives

In which there are two wizards, and an Elf.

When Sara got back to the sleeping dwarfs, Kili was still asleep in his spot and she lay down to try and rest. For a long time she lay there curled in on herself trying to warm up but it was no use; great shivers wracked her body and her teeth chattered audibly. The sound must have woken Fili for he rolled over to face her.

"Sara, what's wrong?" he asked.

"It's so cold," she said between her shivers. Fili frowned and held his hand to her forehead and then neck.

"You're burning up!" He set up and reached across her to nudge his brother awake. "Kili. Wake up."

"What is it?" moaned Kili groggily as he rolled to face them.

"Sara is sick." Kili sat up more awake as he rubbed at his face. "She is burning up. Go get Oin."

"No," hissed Sara curling in on herself as her her belly throbbed. "Just get me my pills."

"But Sara," argued Fili. "You're not well. Oin should look at you." Sara shook her head violently but Fili ignored her. "Kili go wake Oin." he instructed, but at that moment a blood chilling howl rang through the still air. Sara's eyes flew wide and she was filled with dread.

"Was that what I think it was?" she asked trying to sit up.

"Yes," said Fili. Bilbo, Balin, Gandalf and Thorin were suddenly among them waking the others.

"Up now!" said Thorin urgently to the others. "We must go now, sleep or no. The orc pack is only a few miles away. Up!" Sara got to her feet along with the others as Fili approached Thorin.

"Uncle, Sara is sick. She is hot to the touch but says she is cold. Oin should look at her before we leave," he said.

"No time. I'm not sure how close our enemies are. We must go now. The sooner we leave the sooner she can get help in Rivendell, but the elves will be of no use to her if she is dead at the hands of an orc," said Thorin briskly getting the others on their feet. Seeing his nephews distress he rested a hand on his Fili's shoulder. "Get her up and moving Fili. Keep a close watch on her. If she becomes worse, inform me." Fili nodded slowly.

They were now moving very fast along the road, Fili and Kili once again guiding Sara. Bilbo also hung onto the coattails of Bofur. Sara's ribs were now not the only thing that hurt; her stomach to felt hot, sticky and tender, but she pushed through the pain and discomfort trying to keep her distress from the notice of the others knowing that their was no time. They could all hear the howls behind them, through the direction and distance seemed to vary. The sun was just coming up when they stopped for a quick drink and a breath. Sara could now see but Fili and Kili still held her hands pulling her along for she had begun to lag behind. Gandalf and Thorin were speaking lowly.

"Something is coming!" shouted Dwalin his ax at the ready in his grip.

"Stay together," called Gandalf. "Arm yourselves quickly!" The group of dwarves drew closer together and Sara found herself pushed into the middle of the group along with Bilbo. Dwalin came to stand at their backs watching the rear as the others prepare themselves for what ever was crashing through the undergrowth towards them.

"Thieves! Fire! Murder!" came a shout from in front of them, and suddenly something burst into view. Sara was not sure if she was seeing things, for before them on a sled was a man in brown robes with a staff much like Gandalf's. There was a wild look in his eyes and Sara wondered if he was indeed mad, for pulling his sleigh were ten rabbits the size of labradors. The dwarves were all poised to strike but Gandalf's voice broke the tension, relief plain in his greeting.