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A/N: This is my first Fanfiction so tell me what you think about it. I'm not an English native speaker, so please tell me if my English is to bad.
Imprisoned
Chapter 3
He will die without the antidote.
This words resounded in Thorin's head and he fought with himself. The antidote was clearly something the elves could give to Kili but he knew to receive anything from them he would have to accept Thranduil's offer and that he could not afford. But Kili's life was much more important than handing the elven king this damn jewels. Despite the hate he felt for the elves and especially for Thranduil he would give him anything for one of his friends' lives. Now that he had come to a conclusion he finally heard all the others talking in a desperate way and he realized they were talking all the time while he was deep in his thoughts.
"I will give the king what he wants so he helps Kili." He was surprised how low his voice was but despite this everyone was quiet immediately. Then Kili spoke:
"You can not do this. The elven king is greedy and cold. You can not give in to him so fast. We will flee and then I will get help. Elf how long have I until I'm going to die?"
First Thorin thought the elf would not answer, because of the way they talked about his king and their flight, but after a little while he answered:
"I don't know exactly without seeing to your wound but there are at least two or three days left before it is too late go take the antidote." Much to Thorin's surprise he thought he heard concern in the elf's voice. No, elves were not concerned about dwarfes, even if this one was a bit strange he would certainly never be. But he had more pressing matters to think about than an elf. Kili was going to die within two days in the worst case, how could he waste time with an elf, he scolded himself. If they did not escape within the next two days he would have to accept Thranduil's offer.
But he was pulled from his thoughts by this damn elf who now screamed in elvish. Why the hell must this elf who barely spoke when he was asked something must scream exactly when was thinking about such an important matter. He could kill this elf right now if he just had a weapon.
Now this elf was fighting with the guards. No, this was not his concern, he told himself. He sat in the corner of his cell and closed his eyes. He would not open them again before he had found a way for them to escape he promised to himself.