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It seemed to go on forever as we walked for days, most of us delirious and starting to run out of water. Days turned into weeks as we seemed lost in the forest. I was lost in my own mind, the dizziness taking effect and I stumbled over my own feet for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Need water..." I mumbled. Suddenly I saw a stream and apparently the others did too, rushing to it.
"Don't drink it!" Thorin yelled, but Bombur had already taken a sip and fallen into deep sleep.
We had to carry him the rest of the way, where we had lost the path. Everyone was disoriented and suddenly there were giant spiders coming at us from every direction. I couldn't fight for long, and soon everything was black.
I only woke when Kili tore a hole in the thick webbing covering all of us. I gasped for air and he helped me up, putting my sword in my hand as we saw the giant spiders coming back.
We fought hard, until the elves arrived. They killed the spiders efficiently, then captured all of us.
"Bekah!" Kili yelled as he reached out for me, getting pulled away by another elf. I recognized Legolas as the one ahold of me.
They muttered something in Sindarin before leading us inside the gates of the woodland realm. When I noticed they were taking Thorin and somewhere different from the others I yelled out, reaching for Kili, but to no avail.
They brought us in front of a large throne, King Thrandruil. He looked at us then dismissed his son and the others with the wave of a hand.
"What would bring dwarves through my forest?" Thrandruil asked Thorin coldly.
"What's it to you? Our business is ours alone." Thorin replied with malice. It seemed Thrandruil already knew of our meaning in his forest.
"I will release you if you promise give back what is rightfully mine." Thrandruil claimed.
"I will give you nothing. Just as you gave my people nothing! No help, no shelter or food for starving families as we were torn from our home by the Dragons fire!"
"Do not tell me of dragons fire!" Thrandruil yelled as he let his guard down for a moment, showing his face to Thorin where his cheek was nothing but a gaping whole. "Lead him to the dungeon to rot. One hundred years is but a blink in the life of an elf. I can wait!" Thrandruil yelled, motioning for them to take Thorin to the dungeons. I tried to go after him but I was held back by two elves.
"And who may you be, young half-breed?" Thrandruil asked, turning his attention to me. I was starting to feel dizzy again, as well as nauseous.
"Who I am is of no concern to you." I spat.
"I believe it is, I haven't met a single fae in over two hundred years, even a half-breed such as yourself. Why don't you join us for our celebration tonight?" He asked in a sickly sweet voice.
"I'd rather rot in the cells with my family." I said with malice. I felt myself feeling faint and I fell to my knees.
"Very well, Legolas, take her to the healers first, then take her to her precious dwarves." Thrandruil said with disgust. I felt myself being lifted and taken to a light room, being laid on a hard bed.
"My name is Gwenidith, I will be your healer." The elf said, dismissing the prince. "I assume you are newly wed?" I looked at her curiously.
"How did you know?" I asked, even though it had been months since we had gotten married.
"The braids, my dear." She replied as she began to run her hands over me muttering elvish words. I felt my body tingle.
"Yes, my husband is currently in your dungeons, as I will be when I get out of here. Speaking of which, what is wrong with me?" I asked curiously.
"The dungeons are no place for a lady in your condition, my dear." She replied. I looked at her strangely.
"What do you mean in my condition?" I asked slowly, feeling unsure.
"You are with child, my dear." Annnnnd I passed out.
When I woke, someone was shaking me and I felt the hard rock floor beneath me. I opened my eyes, only to see that I was in a cell.
"Bekah! Bekah oh thank Mahal you are okay!" I heard Kili yell from beside me. Oh so at least I got the same cell as my husband. It figures that they would at least let us rot together, along with the ba- wait! I was pregnant! I couldn't tell Kili in a prison cell, he would go ballistic.
"I'm okay.. Just a little dehydrated was all it was. I'm glad you are here." I mumbled as he sat me up. "Where are the others?"
"All in different cells, which is why I was surprised when they brought you here. What happened? Uncle said they left you with Thrandruil after they brought him down here." Kili replied.
"He knew of my heritage and asked me to join in their celebration and I basically told him to go to hell." I told him truthfully. "I informed him I would rather be with my family."
"You could have been safe, Bekah! Why would you give that up to be locked in a cell?!" Kili shouted at me. I winced at his voice.
"You listen to me. I am here with you because you, and all of the others are my family now! I am here because I would rather die with you then be with them! You do not get to yell at me, I am your wife! And like it or not, I will always choose to be with you even if it means that I'm not safe or comfortable!" I yelled, feeling my mood change quickly. I heard cheers from the other dwarves, including Fili.
"That's a real dwarf lass for you, laddy!" I heard someone yell.
"She's got a backbone!" Someone else yelled.
"She sounds like mother!" I heard Fili yell. I looked over to see Kili laughing silently. I gave him a glare.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked curiously.
"Fee was right, you sounded like our mother just then. And I do love a lass with a backbone." Kili whispered, pulling me toward him to give me a passionate kiss.
We were in the cells for days, only egging small meals, though I seemed to get more than the others.
The elf guard came around and left. Then we heard almost silent footsteps.
"Bilbo?" I heard Thorin say from above. I leaned over to look out the metal bars, seeing bilbo coming around with a set of keys, unlocking us all.
"I knew we would get out!" I whispered excitedly as Bilbo unlocked our door, letting us out. He shushed me and motioned for all of us to follow. We were going further down than out, coming down to the wine cellars, seeing two guards passed out drunk at the table. I laughed silently, but wondered how we were getting out. Then I remembered, the barrels. We heard someone coming.
"In the barrels, now!" Bilbo whisper-shouted. I quickly climbed in one, Kili in the one next to me and Fili beside him. The rest followed, grumbling. We heard shouting from above and saw the elves as they ran down the stairs. Bilbo pulled the lever and I could feel us rolling off. I was going to be sick I knew it.
Soon we were all floating down the rapids, and I saw the Elven gates closing. Kili jumped out of his barrel to pull the lever, seeing orcs jumping over the ledge. I saw one about to shoot him with an arrow and I pulled a hidden dagger from my hair, effectively cutting the hand off the Orc. Kili pulled the lever and jumped back into the barrel as we started heading down the river. The elves were shooting at the orcs following us.
I got really sick and started throwing up over the side of the barrel, falling back in it, sitting at the bottom. I heard Kili and Fili yell for me, not being able to see me anymore and I raised my hand, letting them know I was still in there. Soon I no longer heard the orcs and I popped my head out the barrel to see what was going on.
We were in a slower part of the river and the others were pulling off to the shore. Feeling sick again, I attempted to pull myself to the side of the river. After succeeding, I crawled out of the barrel and fell on all fours, throwing up again into the river. Fili and Kili were at my side in seconds as I sat up.
"Are you alright, Bekah? You were sick..." Kili asked as he helped me up. I felt much better on dry land.
"I'm fine now, I was just motion sick." I told them, though Fili didn't look as convinced as Kili did, but didn't say anything.
"We need to move!" Thorin shouted. We went up to the others and started to follow the river until we met the bad end of a bow and arrow.
It was Bard. Our ride to Esgaroth, also known as Laketown. Balin bartered with him until he agreed to smuggle us. I looked at the barge and frowned. More water.
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