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A/N: Italicized parts show the parts which are inelvish.

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Imprisoned

Chapter 9

They walked since an eternity Thorin thought. The elf was guiding them through the forest. Sometimes he stopped and picked up some plants. Thorin was still unsure whether trusting that elf, Legolas was his name, had been a wise decision or not. But Kili had been so sure the elf would help them and if Thorin was honest he needed him because non of his companions was able to heal Kili or bring them out of this damn woods. He was addicted to an elf. Fate seemed to be playing games on his expense.

Thorin looked to his nephews who walked behind him. Kili was covered in sweat and Fili was more dragging him along than supporting him. The elf knew Kili was injured. Why was he guiding them so far? Thorin signed and decided to ask the elf :

"Elf how far do you want to go? Kili is injured and you said yourself he needs proper treatment as fast as possible."

"But to treat him properly I need water so we are heading to a stream, master dwarf. It is nearby about ten minutes walking."

How could this elf be so polite when he had been so rude? Why the hell was this elf so friendly at all? He could not understand him. First he captured them and now he was helping them to escape. Why?

"So elf would you tell me who you are by now? You own us an explanation." As he said this he saw Balin shake his head and then lean to Thorin to speak to him as quiet as he could:

"Thorin he is helping us. Couldn't you be at least a little friendlier? He owns us nothing. If anything we own him something."

"No, master Balin, he is right. I own you an explanation. But if you allow I would like to wait until I treated your friend." Both Balin and Thorin were surprised by this statement. Not only that the elf had heard their conversation but he was willing to explain what happened back at palace. This elf was not similar to any elf Thorin ever met. Non of them was willing to explain himself to a dwarf and this one, Balin was right at this point even if Thorin would never admit this loud, did not own them anything.

So they followed the elf for another while until they reached a clearing next to a small stream. While Fili lowered the exhausted Kili to the ground the other dwarfs set up a camp.

By the time the fire was burning the elf sat down next to it and stared to mix herbs in a water filled bowl then he heated another bowl full of water and put some leaves in it. Soon after the smell made them all feel more awake and Thorin heard Fili next to the elf asking him questions:

"What is this?"

"It is called athelas. I will wash I his wound with this."

"How long will it take till he is fully healed?"

"I can not say exactly by now but no more than a week." The elf rose with both bowls in his hands walking towards Kili Fili following behind him.

"Kili wake up." The elves voice was gentle as he woke the young dwarf up. Slowly the dwarf's eyes opened. "Kili I need you to drink this." The elf hold the first bowl to Kili and made him drink it. Then he lowered the dwarf he had lifted a bit to drink to the ground again and started to wash the wound with the other bowl's content. After this he ripped a stripe from his tunic and bound the wound.

Thorin who watched the scene sitting against a nearby tree trunk wondered once again how gentle this elf treated the dwarfs. Not like others from his kind who thought of dwarfs as lower creatures. This one treated them equally.

When the elf was done he soon and walked towards Thorin.

"Master dwarf, I came to give you the explanation you asked for."

"Then sit down elf and tell me why the hell you are doing this and what the king told you while we waited for our weapons."