(A/N:I apologise for the late update, my internet stopped working last night, I am so sorry ;-;. Please enjoy and feel free to review ^.^)
Elill gasped out in pain, trying not to scream and give any of the orcs the satisfaction of her pain. Kíli turned as she dragged herself across the ground, trying to aim for the rock, Kíli looked at her in shock as he rushed towards her, getting ready to heave her up.
"No, you idiot, go with your kin!" She ordered, gasping out once again as Kíli heaved her too her feet, she wobbled, leaning against him heavily. He smiled grimly at her and began to rush towards the rock, albeit slower than he had before, Elill gritting her teeth as they hurried. He didn't say anything to her as he quickly picked her up, sliding down the crack in the rock, making sure she landed on top of him as they impacted the dirt floor. The sound of a horn blew and Elill looked up slightly, she knew the sound of it, Elven. They could hear the sound of the fray as Gandalf hurried over to Elill, shifting her cloak and moving some of fabric of her clothes out of the way so he could survey her wound, she flinched as Thorin turned to her angry, as he marched towards her, a warg was shot into the crack tumbling to the ground at their feet. Thorin leaned forward, pulling out the arrow, studying it.
"Elves." He snarled, Elill turned to Gandalf, struggling to keep on her feet. Elill's eyes caught the pathway at the end of the cave, leading away from the fray. The dwarves turned to Gandalf for conformation, but Gandalf was too busy studying Elill's wound.
"I cannot see where the path leads. Do we follow it or no?" Dwalin asked Gandalf, who let go of Elill's wound and nodding his head.
"Follow it of course!" Bofur called.
"I think that would be wise." Gandalf answered, hurrying ahead of the company to lead them down the path, Fíli and Kíli came towards her, helping her to walk down the pathway. She winced as she tried to keep consciousness, the pain fluttered through her body painfull as she tried to not call out in pain. The narrowness of the path made it difficult for the two brothers to carry her, but they managed to do it. Elill felt herself relying too much on them as they moved, closing her eyes as some of the wall scraped against her wound.
"Thank you." Fíli whispered in her ear and she looked at him startled, she hadn't expected any thanks for what she had done.
"You are welcome." She told him, unsure of what to say, Kíli looked at them side long, not expecting the small conversation. The path began to open out, Elill took a breath as she reached the fresh air.
"Almost there." Kíli told her softly, moving slightly so her back didn't hit against the wall anymore, "hang in there miss Ironfoot." He said cheekily, trying to add a slightly easiness to the conversation. Elill nodded to him, still trying to continue moving, shuddering in pain and not sure how long she could stand moving. As they stood into the air, her eyes widened at the scene before her in the forest, she could see the valley below and the familiar city of Rivendell, she took a sigh of relief as she looked down at it.
"The Valley of Imraldis. In the Common Tongue, it's known by another name." Gandalf introduced them all, Elill smiled softly as she looked at the city with ease.
"Rivendell." She breathed, sagging forward slightly and having Fíli and Kíli grab her quickly and having Bilbo look at her worriedly, catching her so he could help the two dwarves help her up.
"Elill?" He asked worriedly, turning to Gandalf frightfully. Gandalf and Thorin however seemed to not pay any mind to her as they argued.
"Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea." Gandalf spoke rather proudly, Elill kept her eyes fixed on Rivendell, wanting to go hurriedly to the Elves so she could be healed, but with Throin's stubbornness it seemed an impossible feat.
"This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy." Thorin snarled, Elill couldn't help but growl, she was getting to the point where she wanted to knock Thorin out just to get one of his companions down to Rivendell.
"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself." Gandalf explained to him, Thorin still wore the grim expression, not looking at Elill or his nephews, Elill smiled gently at Bilbo so as to try and stop him from worrying.
"I am okay, Bilbo." She lied smoothly, trying to lie to herself also.
"Do you think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us." Thorin told Gandalf and Elill rolled her eyes, getting sick of the situation.
"Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to Gandalf." She glared at him, causing Thorin to turn to her, his eyes widening as the sweat began to drip down her face as she heaved her chest, struggling to breathe throughout the pain. "Now, can we please go to Rivendell?" She shuddered out.
Xxx
It had seemed that even Thorin couldn't deny how injured Elill had become in saving his nephew, and having no other way to turn was enough to win Thorin's favour, if only slightly. Elill's stubbornness however, was something she had to work on as she skirted down the dirt path on her own meret alone. She had refused the help of Fíli and Kíli, along with Bilbo after the sympathetic looks she had gotten from the company. It was painful, and she was slowed down by the very fact that her body kept rejecting each movement painfully.
"Are you sure you do not need assistance?" She turned to the voice, smiling weakly at Balin as she leaned against a tree for support.
"I am fine, thank you?" Her voice was hoarse, and she was fighting against the pain was much as possible, which seemed almost in possible. He nodded to her, but his eyes held the gaze that showed he clearly didn't believe her. She heard him mutter something to do with stubbornness but attempted to ignore him, liking the dwarf too much to say something. She skidded slightly down the dirt path when they reached close to the bridge, being caught by Thorin before she fell back, catching her gently so as to be careful with the wounds in her back. He said nothing as he set Elill straight, walking towards the bridge as though he hadn't help her in the slightest.
"Elill!" She heard Bilbo shout, turning as he rushed down towards her, his eyes wide, she turned to him and tried to place a smile on her face, but pain had caused all overwhelming strength to do such a small action to cease, and she found standing even more of a struggle since she had been wounded. She knew that to keep moving, so never once asked to stop, but being so close Rivendell she only wanted to sit and close her eyes, she felt so tired, she leaned forward slightly, leaning on Bilbo to keep her up.
"I am so tired, Bilbo." She muttered to him, closing her eyes, she knew that Bilbo would struggle under her weight and she shifted slightly so she wasn't completely reliant on the hobbit. She kept her eyes closed however, wanting sleep to over throw her, she could hear shouting around her, but ignored it as she unconsciousness take over. No, you have to stay awake! She could hear her brain shouting, but it wasn't the voice she had grown used, not the one from her thoughts. She felt something haul her up, so she no longer touched to floor, and was leaning against something hard, she smiled sleepily as she took in the scent, she liked that scent but couldn't quite place where she had smelt it before. She placed her head on something as she bumped up slightly, relaxing into the arms that kept her steady. She merely wanted to sleep, they could continue once they had all slept and become well rested, she opened her mouth to say something, to suggest something to Thorin, but couldn't quite manage to get the words out, then she heard it, the high piercing sound, before everything went eerily dark and soundless.
Xxx
"Master Dwarf, I suggest you go get some rest before the food is made and the table is set." It was a voice she didn't know, she also wanted to know the dwarf that had waited outside….wherever she was.
"She saved me, I am not going anywhere till I know she is okay!" She heard a voice by this point that she did recognise but still struggled to remember who it belonged too, she racked her brain and she found it uncomfortable not to know who it belonged too, she opened her eyes, finding that the world around her was too bright and clear, blinding almost.
"Please tell me I am not dead!" She shouted annoyed, if she were dead, that Warg was being hunted for the rest of its days it were still alive. She heard the hurried footsteps, and worried that it were something frightening, she tapped around her but felt nothing but cloth and air and found she wouldn't be able to defend herself. Focusing on front of her, she saw two people in front of her, one tall, lean and graceful, the other short and a little less graceful, more dwarf-like, yet both had dark hair.
"Elill, how are you?" She blinked, looking up at the taller one who came closer to her, her eyes widened as she caught sight of Elrond properly, he looked at her kindly, smoothing the blankets down around her slightly, she blinked and tried to see if her back hurt or not where the warg had hurt her and yet, she felt nothing, her back numb,
"Yes, Lord Elrond, thank you." She nodded her head at him and then falling back into the soft white pillow and smiling at Elrond softly, "my back doesn't hurt anymore." She muttered, and Elrond smiled at her.
"I should hope not," he then looked up at something she couldn't quite see and then back down to Elill. "Should I leave you two alone?" He asked, Elill blinked, unsure of what he had mean as there wasn't anybody to really leave Elill with, and looked at him confused for a moment before remembering there had been another person in the room and nodded her head. Elrond smiled and bowed his head a goodbye, leaving Elill alone with whoever had waited for her.
"Elill, I wanted to say thank you…for what you did back there." Elill heard as the door closed, she turned her head to the right so she could see the person better and her eyes widened as she took in the attractive face of the dwarf who sat on a white wicker seat beside her, looking at her both worriedly and bashfully. Elill studied him for a moment, trying to put a name to face, her cheeks flushing red as she noticed who it was. Kíli.