A/N: Hello there!

Waiting.

Waiting.

He'd been waiting for what seemed a very long time.

She said she'd come and find him when she'd finished washing up herself, but it could not have taken her this long to wash up and re-dress herself surely.

Sensing movement out of the corner of his eye, Thorin looked over to see the elf approaching slowly, carrying her daggers along with the bag in her hands.

From what he could see, she was perfect again. Her skin was clean and glowing in the sunlight above them although her hair was slightly stringy, it hung perfectly as it always had done since he'd met her. Now, she wore a forest green tunic without her gauntlets strangely along with a dark pair of trousers.

But she wore something even different than before and he noticed it almost immediately.

Her expression.

It was dark yet it looked as though she wore no expression, her face was blank and plain to his eyes.

"You waited." She breathed, coming to a slow stop before him, setting her things down before briefly sending him a look.

"Took you long enough to return…" He teased lightly, hoping to get a smile from her but it didn't come, instead she took the bowl into her hands.

She then moved toward him with the bowl, sitting beside him on the log silently, dipping her hand into the green substance in the bowl.

Thorin couldn't help but feel a little nervous about what was going to be placed upon his shoulder so he asked the obvious question. Why would she put it on him, if it would hurt him? She wouldn't want to hurt him, would she? "Will it hurt?" His voice was quiet, but he knew she heard him when she stopped.

Theliëlréndis sighed, licking her lips. "Yes, Thorin, it will probably hurt you a lot but it will also benefit you when it comes to your health."

Thorin stared at her for a couple of seconds, before he finally nodded in agreement and she leaned forward again. Turning his head to allow her more space to work on his injury, she let her eyes take a better look at his bit.

It stretched from the back of his shoulder and all the way to the front of his chest. The wounds alone were rough and very deep; it was undoubtedly from a Warg.

Feeling her hand take a firm hold of his bicep, she moved her hand toward the punctures closest to his neck, as she silently noted the faint scars which covered his body. If only I were fortunate of having a few...

Thorin hadn't believed her when she said it was hurt him when applied. But he believed her now.

With a loud catcall, the dwarf quickly took a strong hold of the female near to him, his strong hands taking a firm hold of her arm. His nails digging into her skin painfully, Theliëlréndis sucked in a deep breath of pain.

Opening his eyes, Thorin hadn't realised what he'd done until he slowly dropped his hands and letting go of his tight grip on her arm and the imprints his nails had left on her skin.

Theliëlréndis looked down at the dwarf lord for a moment, before she slowly moved her hand back to his wound, knowing he was ready for the pain this time.

But he was more than surprised when the pain wasn't as intense as before. The pain in his shoulder soon faded away and he remained steady and still while she continued to apply the green paste to his wounded area of the body.

His eyes came to a close while he focused on the feeling of her hands against his skin as it cleaned his bite while the other still had a strong, firm grasp of his arm and how soft her fingers were, how gentle they were being.

But Thorin's mind was slowly drifting off into another world.

Cinnamon. All he could smell was the sweet, musky smell belonging to cinnamon which belonged to her. It was endearing and controlling. It was drawing him in and he had to stop himself from leaning toward her to just smell it.

Before he could dive deep into his distant memories, she moved suddenly but re-settled and applied the paste to his skin. His eyes closed once more as he relished the feeling of the touches against his skin.

Unexpectedly, something began to pick at his mind, recognition?

Leafing through his mind, Thorin picked at the more buried memories. Since their first encounter, something had slowly eaten away at him as he tried to place where he'd seen the elf before. She'd entered his life once before but he'd failed to remember it obviously… or not.

After Smaug had attacked and taken Erebor from them, Thorin had remembered taking refuge somewhere else before he and his people began their long trek to where they now lived in the Blue Mountains.

He glanced at her again and then he knew he was right. He'd seen her before the quest, he knew it. But right now, right now he didn't want to tell however, that didn't mean he wouldn't never tell her.

He would… soon.

Once she'd finished covering him with the green paste, she then reached for the binds that were waiting to be wrapped around him securely.

He simply watched and waited as she wound the binds around his torso and under his armpit; over his shoulder which offered him the support he would need while travelling.

She reached over to his side to pull the bind through, but stopped when she looked at his face.

He was watching her quietly.

His eyes flickered to her lips before returning to her eyes and he soon found himself leaning into her but before he could continue his actions or even consider what he was doing, she turned her head to the side and carried on with winding the binds around him.

Thorin slowly froze over with humiliation while his eyes simply widened at what he'd almost done, what he could've done!

She carried on wrapping it around him until she finally came to the conclusion that he was fully supported, she tied the bind and stepped back from him.

Theliëlréndis though, had been oblivious while she was seeing to the dwarf. All the time she was working on him, he watched her with his icy eyes and he also paid close attention to her touch upon his skin.

"You should be fine…" Her voice was almost inaudible but he only just caught it. "The paste was Athelas, it helps heal the wound and it should fight off the infection as well. You will live…"

She looked to him again, and saw that he wasn't looking at her and instead his eyes were trained somewhere else.

As she went to move away from him, his hand shot out, and pulled her back and kept her at his level. He let go though and his hand gradually moved toward her face before it fell on something he hadn't seen properly or even noticed before.

His eyes tentatively watched as he went to move his hand across her ear properly but before he could, he found that she was gone from his reach. Stunned, Thorin stared as the elf stalked away from him; her stance was angry and tense.

"Theliël!" Came the young and lively voice of Kili, as the young dwarf ran over to where his uncle was sat watching the elf walk away from him. "…You missed all the fun." He finished, confusion crossing his face while he glanced at his uncle in question.

Bilbo trailed to Kili's side, also watching as Theliëlréndis strode away hastily from Thorin. "D - did something happen?" He stuttered out, not having the faintest clue what was going on.

But the dwarf lord didn't answer his question or even acknowledge the two others near him. His attention was on the elven warrior who was currently walking away from him. The whole fact that she was an elf had slipped his mind completely and all he saw was a gentle, caring woman who had helped him when in need. And she was beautiful, so beautiful.

He'd forgiven her by the way her fingers glided across his skin, ghosting over where he'd been hurt.

But she was still an elf, the enemy.

Not their enemy.

His.

The dwarves were busy in sparring and practicing with their weapons to notice when their burglar had slipped away from the group later than day.

Bilbo was worried about Theliëlréndis. He hadn't seen her since when she'd walked away from Thorin earlier that day, but when he thought about it and he let his eyes scan the group… no one was bothered by her disappearance.

No one.

Right now, Bilbo was strolling through the greenery as an attempt to find her quickly. He considered asking Beorn but then he shoved that idea away as soon as it had appeared.

However, before Bilbo even entered the deeper area of the woods he found that he didn't even need to leave where the group were fighting, as he soon spotted the elf sat on a log with her bow in her hands.

Not wanting to join in the fighting, Thorin had also had his mind flooded with worry and so he was already watching Theliëlréndis silently from where he sat under his oak tree, smoking his pipe.

She was just sat staring at the bow in thought.

"What are you doing?" The small voice of the hobbit brought out of her deep thinking quickly, and she looked up to meet his worried yet warm eyes.

"Reminiscing, Bilbo…" She answered in a quiet voice, sighing deeply before her eyes fell down to the bow again.

Bilbo tilted his head in question and took a step forward, "About what?" He slowly took a seat beside her, his hands falling into his lap.

Theliëlréndis sucked in a breath and glanced over the hobbit, her eyes smiling. "About my bow." She gestured to the weapon she was holding tightly.

"It's just a bow?"

"Bilbo, a bow to me is more than just a bow." She explained, before frowning. "This particular bow was a gift from which was given to me seven hundred years ago… before you were even born."

The hobbit frowned while watching as her hands ran along the soft wood. "Why don't you take one of Beorn's bows like he said you could?" Bilbo pressed, frowning deeply.

"I don't want one of his."

Bilbo wrinkled his nose up slowly, "What's wrong with them?" He asked, as he eyes scanned her body as she continued to run her hand along the wood.

Theliëlréndis let out a soft chuckle, "They're not nearly as strong as they could or should be for my standards, Bilbo." She explained, letting her eyes meet his own.

"But yours is broken and you need a new one."

She nodded, "That may be correct, but I can easily mend the string however, I will need a new bow made by a master to suffice for this one." Her words came out like a murmur before she rose to her feet and started toward Beorn's house.

A/N: Hi, guys!

I was so worried I wasn't going to update today! The past four days have been pretty hectic; Saturday I had a party, Sunday I had a BBQ, yesterday I went to London to visit family and today was sports day!

It was World Cup themed but my tutor got lumbered with Russia... we didn't win.

Any how! Please R&R!

Tell me what you think of it.

Ezeiel