Chapter Fourteen: The Clouds Burst
Darkness and ancient air crowded the deserted passageways to the dungeons deep within the catacombs of Erebor. It was a lonely existence for Tauriel and Eustace. All the Human did was whine and cry and refuse to speak with the Elf, holding her responsible for their fate. It seemed hard to fathom that he could ever have been the terrorist who had reigned long and cruelly inside this very mountain.
"Tauriel?"
The Elf did not look up, thinking the new sound had been nothing more than the Eustace rolling over in his agitated sleep.
"Tauriel?!"
She tilted her head upward. "Is someone there?"
"Tauriel, what cell are you in?"
A golden orb of lantern light burned faintly down the hall. The She-Elf pressed her face to the bars. "Kili? Kili, in here!"
In the space of a few second, the dark-haired Dwarf was at the prison door, with Dwalin at his side. The tattooed Dwarf wielded a mace that he smashed against the lock, (since neither he nor Kili could find the keys), and soon the battered door was weak enough to be shoved aside.
Kili grabbed Tauriel's hands while Dwalin went into the cell to haul the Human out. "You have to get up to Ravenshill. Two Daughters of Eve and a Son of Adam should be up there; they're Useless's cousins, it would seem. They claim to be part of the Prophecy of Narnia."
"Narnia?" Tauriel sunk into deep thought. Her life with the Woodland Realm was over; and if these were the Delivers of Narnia, then that land would soon be free and be a fine place to start over. "I will see them to that country." She lowered her face to the Dwarf's and whispered, "Come with me."
Kili sighed; his own words haunting him. "I can't," he answered, same as she had before. "Uncle Thorin, he needs his kin right now. I caught a glance at his face before we snuck down here. He's riled up about something to do with the people in Dale. I fear it's about to blow up."
"And you want to be here when it does?" the Elf questioned.
Kili shrugged. "He's family, and my King."
"Kili!" Dwalin shouted from part way up the passage. "Quit yapping and get a move on!"
"I don't want to go; you're taking me to my death! You're leading me to the gallows! Let me go!" Eustace screamed.
Dwalin grabbed the youngster by the vest and slammed him against the wall. "Listen, I am not going to kill you – though you keep pressing your luck. There are three of your kin waiting for you: Peter, Susan and Lucy –"
The Dwarf was caught off guard by the boy wrenching free of his grasp and running back into the cell. "No, not my crazy cousins!"
Kili raised the lantern to try to catch a glimpse of Eustace's face. "They're crazy?"
"They read the wrong kinds of books!" the voice shouted from out of the dark cell.
"Oy!" Dwalin cursed. "This'll never work!"
"C'mon, Eustace," Tauriel tried to coax, "let's just get out of here and sort this later. I'm sure your kin aren't as bad as all that." She shot Kili a look.
"They seemed genuinely kind to me," the Dwarf offered.
"If only one could treat relatives like one treats insects, all my problems would be solved." Eustace's voice changed from its usual whining tone to a more depressed monologue. "I could simply put them in a jar or pin them to my wall. What are the legal ramifications of impaling relatives in this world?"
"We'll all find out when Thorin finds us freeing you," Dwalin growled. "This is your last chance to escape."
The blonde boy slowly came out of his former prison. "They are wretched, those cousins of mine, but I suppose they are better than this dank cabin. I suspect there are all kinds of germs in this air."
"Quite right," Kili joked. "Now, let's get out of –"
Tauriel nearly stumbled on top of Kili when the floor suddenly vibrated.
"What on Arda…?" she began as the tremor died down.
"I don't know," murmured Kili. "But at least one good thing came of it: Useless is ready to leave."
Elf and Dwarf smirked as Dwalin raced after Eustace. "You're going to get lost, you crazy Son of Man! Slow down! You're going the wrong way!"
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"Here Hobbit…here Hobbit, Hobbit, Hobbit."
"Alfrid, what are you doing?"
The ex-Master's Deputy wheeled around from where he had been looking up a drain pipe to face Sigrid.
"It's none of your business," he snapped, stomping off past her.
Sigrid shook her head in confusion, then continued on her way to one of the defense walls that was still intact. Bain and Tilda and a few other townspeople were up on the battlements, watching the scene in the valley below.
"Are they going to fight?" Sigrid asked, nervously surveying the thousands of Elves that stood ready for combat before the gates of Erebor. She spied her father and the Elvenking at the head of the army, conducting some kind of business with Thorin, who was no more than a speck on the makeshift wall across the front of Erebor.
"If all goes well, no blood with be spilt," Bain explained. "Da told me, that Hobbit – Bilbo, was it? – offered the Arkenstone to barter with. Thorin'll give us what is owed to have the stone back."
"And Bilbo, where is he now?" Sigrid questioned.
"I overheard Gandalf tell Alfrid to keep an eye on him; let him know if the Hobbit tried to leave," informed Tilda.
"Well, I think Bilbo gave ol' Alfrid the slip." Sigrid scanned the faces of the many onlookers, and noticed a blonde haired boy off on his own. "Who's that?"
"Da told me about him, too." Bain leaned on the wall, lowering his voice. "His name's Peter. He claims to be part of the Narnian Prophecy. Gandalf's offered to help him just as soon as this matter here is cleared up."
Sigrid scoffed, something both her siblings thought highly unlike her. "Where was Gandalf when we needed him in Narnia? Just what does this boy think he has that makes him qualified for the Narnian Throne?"
"What made us think we deserved it?" Bain eyed his sister coolly. "Someone else was bound to try to fulfill the Prophecy at some point or another."
"I hope they have a hard go at it."
Tilda stared up in complete shook. "You don't mean that, Siggy?"
"I do, too. We fought for Narnia, and lost everything. Whoever buys Narnia will have a higher price to pay due to the debts of others."
Bain scowled at his sister, then turned his attention to the gates of the Mountain Kingdom. "What's that? I think Thorin's trying to throw someone off the wall! I think it's Bilbo!"
"Yes, I believe it is. Thorin must not have approved of Bilbo's idea to barter." Sigrid squinted. "Bilbo's coming down now, on his own accord; he's on a rope and going to Gandalf. Now there's a Raven on the wall, next to Thorin."
Bain shifted uneasily. "That Rook brings news. They're looking east…" The boy said no more, his mouth hanging as he witnessed the arrival of a Dwarfish army cresting the eastern hills of the valley.
Hilda, the woman who had been distributing blankets the day following the burning of Laketown, and who had helped Sigrid many a night to tend to the sick and wounded, stood beside the three siblings on the rampart. "That's it then," she sighed loud enough for the children and some of the nearer townspeople to hear, "Thorin means to have war."
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Tauriel shot a glance back at the secret door Kili had let her and Eustace escape through. The dark-haired Dwarf was gone, as was the door itself – completely invisible to the normal eye as all Dwarf-doors are. She wished Kili had gone with them; a part of her longed for a little more time. But now was not the time to grow a friendship; Dwarf, Elf and Man led armies down in the valley – Kili had to be down there, standing by his king. Tauriel spied King Thranduil on his wide-antlered mount. She, as Captain of the Woodland Guard, should be commanding her portion of the Elven horde.
However, she was no longer their Captain. She was no longer welcome amongst them.
On that note, Tauriel guided Eustace over a craggy outcrop, her eyes intent on Ravenhill. She was not familiar with the hill, but Kili had given easy instructions in locating it – it was the hill to the east of the valley with the tower on it. She saw the ancient structure clear as day, though a cloudbank was moving in quickly, threatening to snow and thus hide the hill.
"What are those weird contraptions on top of the tower?" Eustace asked. "Are the armies using them to direct the soldiers below? That's what they look like they're for."
Tauriel gave them a more thorough study. The boy appeared to right, but it was not for the armies in the valley. "Ilúvatar preserve us," she whispered haltingly. "It's Azog…"
The whole earth shook again, and from the hills on the opposite side of the dell, four Were-worms reared out of the mountainsides. The great Earth-eaters receded back into their holes, and next second, Orcs were pouring out.
"Wh-what's going on?" Eustace stuttered.
Tauriel's hands twitched, wanting to grasp her bow. Kili had given her back all her weapons – though Dwalin had given him a reproving eye – but what was the sense in her using them now? She could not abandon Eustace so she could go and fight the Orcs.
The Dwarf army that had arrived was changing its battle front away from the Elves in order to face the Orcs. The Elven horde remained stationary, solemnly witnessing the fighting stance the Dwarves took up. Tauriel's heart tightened in her chest. Would the Elves not help?
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The Orcs were on the verge of barging into the wall the Dwarves had made with their shields, when suddenly, the Elves leapt over the Dwarves and drove their swords home into the oncoming enemy. Metal rang loud and clear in the cold air as it bashed against blade and armor. Orcs, Dwarves and Elves alike fought valiantly and fell. More Elves continued to come to the Dwarves' aid, marching hurriedly to the front past a Wizard and a Hobbit.
"Gandalf, is this really a good place to stand?"
The Wizard said nothing in response to Bilbo's question; his eyes were riveted to the contraptions on Ravenhill that resembled flags or ship sails. They were mounted on a system of pulleys which one or two Orcs manned, as directed by Azog. They changed position and a fleet of fell creatures, who had been standing to the side of the battle, began to head toward the ruined city.
"They're trying to cut us off!" Gandalf roared. "Bard! Bard! Rally your troops! The Orcs are marching on Dale!"
Bard's eyes widened for a second, then he called to his precious few warriors who had joined Thranduil's company. They were on foot except for Bard, who rode a white stallion. He pushed his way through the onslaught with more ease than his followers. What would become of Dale, his people, his family, if they could not get to the city?
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"The Enemy is on its way!" was the shout of the onlookers from the parapets of Dale. Instantly, the gathering hustled down the wall-steps, moving toward the center of the city. Peter and Mr. Beaver followed the crowd, knowing there was no chance of getting out of the city now.
"What about Susan and Lucy?" demanded Peter, worry spread thick on his face.
"Hopefully, they're staying away from the fighting." Mr. Beaver stuck close to Peter, fearful of being swept away or trampled by the townspeople. "We'll make it out of this, you'll see."
"Just so I can face a war in Narnia?"
Before Mr. Beaver could think of a comeback, there was a crash and rumble as a section of the wall collapsed behind them, allowing Orcs to rush in like flood waters.
Peter scooped up the animal and began to run.
"Sigrid! Tilda!"
Peter slowed for just a second to see the boy from the walltop. He remembered the boy had been with two girls, probably his sisters. Now he was alone and shouting the two names over and over.
"C'mon, Peter, get a move on!" ordered Mr. Beaver into the Human's ear.
Suddenly an enemy host dashed ahead of them, cutting the townspeople off from safety. In the mayhem that was unleashed, Peter spotted the two girls, running down a deserted alley. He looked back for their brother and managed to catch his eye.
"They went this way! Follow me!"
Peter made his way down the passage, glancing back to be sure the boy was pursuing. Once, when he looked back, he was startled to find the boy engaged in combat with one of the fell creatures. He shrugged Mr. Beaver off his shoulders and drew his sword, about to help the boy when a female scream rent the air. Peter saw how pale the boy became at the sound – his sisters were in trouble. Peter did not know who to aid.
His mind reeled: if someone was caught between coming to his rescue or to Susan and Lucy's, who would he prefer to get saved?
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Sigrid and Tilda ran down the empty the byway, heading toward the old market of Dale. They wheeled around a corner to discover a large Warg a short ways up the road. The hideous animal barked at them before giving chase. Sigrid knew they could not outrun the beast.
Then just ahead of her she noticed an old tree. Hurriedly, she pushed Tilda in front of her and helped the little girl into the creaky branches. Sigrid tried to follow suit but the decaying limbs snapped under her, leaving her dangling a short distance from the ground. Next instant, the Warg was under her, nipping at her legs which she struggled to pull out of the way of the creature's fangs. Both girls screamed wildly.
"Get away from them!" hollered a new voice just before a blade bit into the hind flank of the Warg. The beast spun around, snarling at the young lad holding his sword straight out ahead of him. The Warg seemed to sense that this was the child's first battle, and it began to circle him, teasing him by coming close then hopping back when the newcomer would lash out. The Warg, however, grew tired of the game and finally pounced onto the boy.
"No!" Sigrid screamed. The branch completely broke beneath her, and she landed heavily on the ground, barely a meter away from the still form of the Warg.
"Siggy!" Tilda cried, watching in horror as her sister moved nearer the beast. Then with all the strength she could muster, Sigrid shoved the animal off of the boy – the boy who claimed to have come to deliver Narnia.
He sat up in a daze, staring at his blade stuck in the Warg's chest, but not comprehending what he was seeing. Then he diverted his gaze to the girl at his side.
"Thank you," she gasped out, throwing her arms around his neck.
Peter, although he looked completely overwhelmed, later confessed that Sigrid's hug had not embarrassed him – it was Tilda staring down on them with a baffled expression that had made it awkward.
As the two pulled apart, Bain showed up with Mr. Beaver, and within a moment, Bain had helped Tilda out of the tree.
"Thank you," he graciously announced, eyes regarding Peter with admiration.
"You were busy," Peter pointed out.
He retrieved his weapon then surveyed the road they were in. They were by themselves with gentle snowflakes dancing lazily through the air. If it were not for the cries of war from nearby and the pungent scent of smoke as buildings began to burn, they might have been able to believe for a moment that they were no more than a band of children playing hooky from school so they could explore the ruins of a forbidden city. What danger lurked in the shadows would have been of their own making, scaring each other with ghost stories and spooky voices. Alas, there was no merriment; and the snow only brought more dread with it.
"What should we do?" the boy from Narnia asked.
"Gather the women and children and take them to Great Hall," stated Bain. "And barricade the door. No one is to go in or out."
"What about Da? Where's Da?" Tilda demanded.
"He's out fighting, you know that." Bain took hold of his little sister's hand. There was a tightening in his chest as the unwanted memory of being in Jadis' courtyard returned briefly to mind. He hoped to not have to repeat that horror again.
There was movement down another passageway off to Bain's right. "Alfrid?"
The greasy haired man, with one eyebrow straight across his forehead, slipped out into the open.
"Help us get the others to safety, but only women and children. Understood? I expect you to be out helping my father and the other men."
"Yes, Sire," Alfrid said quickly before he even realized he had given the boy a title. There was something commanding in Bain's voice, like his father's – no, not like Bard, like a king. The sounds of death rode on the wind-driven snow up from the old market, and Alfrid hastened after the children and Beaver.
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"My children, where are my children?" Bard shouted as he rode into the city. "Has anyone seen my children?"
"I saw them," a woman hollered up to him, as she ran by. "They were down in the old market."
Bard swung down from his horse, and hurried on foot, calling out his kids' names.
"Bard!" Percy caught up with him, leading a small cluster of men. "Orcs are storming over the causeway!"
The new leader of Dale, glanced over the crowd with Percy. "Get the bowmen to the eastern parapet. Hold them off as long as you can."
Percy gave a nod. "Archers, this way," he ordered, taking some of the men up the lane.
A man rushed by then, coming from the other direction. "The Orcs have taken Stone Street. The market's overrun!"
Bard stared after the fleeing man, his words caught in his throat. At last, - which was no more than a second, though it felt an eternity to him – he turned to the remaining men, and gave the command;
"Any man who wants to give his last, follow me."
Sword raised high, Bard took the lead into the hordes of Orcs, working their way up Stone Street. The people of Dale followed, swinging their weapons – broadswords, fireplace pokers, forge hammers, whatever had been available – and roaring out battle-cries.
"For Dale! For the people of the Lake!"
"For our children!" Bard hollered, sweeping his blade slantways, taking off an Orc's head. The enemy continued toward him, as if sensing that Bard was their greatest threat – he had to be taken out. If anything had happened to his children, Bard would not quit his fight until the whole valley had been wiped clean of Orcs.
The people of the Lake were not warriors, and many fell. Bard pressed on, realizing he was only part of a few. The vile creatures were taking them out faster than they were the Orcs. It was a losing battle.
There was a loud whack. Bard chanced one glance to see Gandalf's staff make contact with an enemy skull, then shove his staff down, tripping another. Short Bilbo was doing his upmost off to the Wizard's right, his small sword – barely more than a letter opener – dealing hefty blows. Beyond them, Thranduil came riding through an archway, a company of Elves at his back. Bard wheeled back toward his oncoming adversary, driving his sword mercilessly under the creature's breastplate. They might survive this war yet.
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"Is everyone inside?" Sigrid asked.
Bain gazed out the doors. "Aye, there's no one in the courtyard, and Orcs are making their way up here." He and Peter pushed the doors shut, and with the help of a number of other townspeople, shoved boards and old furniture to brace it.
"Do you think it will hold?" asked Peter.
"I hope so." Bain fingered the hilt of his sword. "I should be out there with Da."
"We all should be out there," came a resolute voice from behind the two boys. They turned to witness Hilda hoisting up a harpoon from Laketown. "I say we stand by our men in life and in death."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the gathering. Some women with children and the elderly kept quiet, huddling together against the back wall of the cavernous room in Great Hall. Sigrid looked upon them as some of the younger women searched for whatever could be used to defend themselves with. Hastily, she armed herself with a stout board.
"Are you going out to fight, Siggy?" Tilda exclaimed, frightened.
"No, but someone needs to stay here and protect the innocent."
"I'll stay with you," Peter offered, coming to stand next to the older girl. He could have sworn there was the briefest hint of a smile on her face.
"You should stay away from the fighting. You're of more use to Narnia alive than dead."
"That's what I keep telling him!" remarked Mr. Beaver, throwing up his paws. "But maybe he'll listen to you."
By now, the barricade was coming down, with Hilda at the head of the women forces. Another woman was urging a female, hunched over in the corner, to join them.
"No, no, you go ahead. Leave an old woman be."
"Don't be afraid," the woman coaxed.
"I said, get away!" the female roared in a deep, familiar voice.
Hilda was upon the pair at once, throwing back the hunched woman's hood. "Alfrid Lickspittle! You are a coward," she growled.
"Coward?" the man repeated, standing up. "Not every man is brave enough to wear a corset."
"You're not a man, you're a weasel." Hilda moved back to the door. "Onward ladies!"
Alfrid watched them go. Just then, a toddler bumped a piece of wood. The youngster's mother took the child in her arms at once, and no one seemed to notice the domino-effect the piece of wood had, colliding with other sticks until it knocked over a pot, which smashed on the stone floor. Coins mounded in a heap over the broken bits of ceramic. Alfrid quickly began scooping them up, filling his dress. Who needed this worthless, little town, filled with wretched, battle-worn people; come morning nothing of Dale would exist.
With his dress near to bursting with gold, Alfrid sidled off, unnoticed.
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Kili fingered his sword hilt, listening to the sounds of battle raging outside of the mountain stronghold. He should have been out there – all of Thorin's Company should have been out there – fighting alongside Thorin's cousin, Dain Ironfoot, instead of letting his army take the brunt of the work. He could not understand why his uncle had refused to join the war. Thorin had just stood there on the rampart they had erected in place of the main gate, with the crown of the Mountain King upon his brow, and told them to stand down. He looked like a king, but a moment before he had nearly thrown Bilbo – the Hobbit who had helped them devotedly throughout their journey – from the parapet; he was no King Under the Mountain.
Kili looked up then to see Thorin coming from the direction of the Hall of the Kings, where he had disappeared to after the scene on the parapet. Kili stood up with fierce resolute in his eyes. "I will not hide behind a wall of stone," he began, his voice growing in force, gaining the attention of the other Dwarves, "while others fight our battles for us! It is not in my blood."
Thorin approached his nephew calmly. Kili's rage lessened and he noted that Thorin bore a great Dwarfish blade in hand. His first thought was that his uncle had uncovered his part in the escape of the prisoners; however, there was almost a grin on his uncle's face – a hint that the old Thorin was back.
"No, it is not in our blood," Thorin said softly, stopping a short distance from his kin. "We are sons of Durin, and Durin's Folk do not flee away from a fight." Carefully, he moved past Kili and addressed the others. "I have no right to ask this of any of you, but will you follow me one last time?"
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"Gandalf! Gandalf!" Bilbo shouted from one of the citadel walls of Dale.
The Wizard struck down an Orc, then made his way to the Hobbit.
"The Dwarves, they're rallying." A large smile broke over the Hobbit's face, and Gandalf shared in the excitement.
"They're rallying to their king."
As the fighting began to subside in Dale, the war continued with gusto on the battlefield, strengthened with new vigor now that the Mountain King had come out of his Halls of Gold to join his kin.
Bilbo crinkled his forehead as he watched as a few of the Dwarves abruptly left the fight on rams, heading for the hills. "It's Thorin," he muttered.
"And Kili and Dwalin," added the Wizard. "He's taking his best warriors with him."
"To do what?"
Gandalf's face contorted with disgust as he uttered, "To cut the head off the snake."
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"Wait here," Tauriel advised, shoving Eustace into a crevice in the mountain face.
"Where are you going?"
"I have stood still too long. If your cousins are still on Ravenhill, then they need help." Quickly, Tauriel turned toward Dale, hoping to rally some Elves.
"What if you don't come back?"
She glanced wearily at the young, dirty face of the boy, his blue eyes filled with fear. "May Ilúvatar protect you," she whispered. Then she was gone.
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"Gandalf!" shouted a new voice.
The Wizard looked down from the parapet to the newcomer on a white horse. "Legolas Greenleaf!"
The Elf wasted no time with his message. "There is another army. Bolg leads a force of Gundabad Orcs. They are almost upon us."
"Gundabad?" Gandalf hurried down the wall-steps to the Elf who was dismounting. "This was there plan all along. Azog engages our forces, then Bolg sweeps in from the North."
"The North?" demanded Bilbo, coming down behind the Wizard. "Where is the North exactly?"
Gandalf gazed around him, to a crumbling portion of wall that allowed them a clear view of the hills. "There is only one pass over the mountains. Bolg's forces will have to make a wide arc and come in from the East over Ravenhill."
"Ravenhill!" gasped Bilbo, staring up at the hill with the waterfall, its crown bedecked in ancient towers. Three rams were almost at the top. "Thorin's up there, and Dwalin and Kili!"
Legolas's brow dipped slightly, thinking he heard someone scuttling off behind him. He turned in time to see vibrant red hair and the green livery of the Woodland Guard.
Gandalf gulped, only half aware that Legolas was departing from them. "More than that, Bilbo," he sighed. "Narnia's future lies on the top of that hill as well."
"Then they need to be warned." Bilbo tilted his head all the way back to see the tall Wizard's face. "I will go."
"They will see you coming and kill you."
"No, they won't. I'm a Hobbit, remember? Big Folk don't notice me." He shook his head at Gandalf's 'this is madness' expression. "I'm not asking you to allow it."
Seeing sense in the little fellow's words, the Wizard nodded in departure; and with that, Bilbo hopped outside the crumbling wall.
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The fighting had ebbed away to mere skirmishes throughout the city; nothing largescale was taking place now. It was the first time Thranduil had been able to pause and survey the destruction. The bodies of his troops were sprawled everywhere; some with fresh bloodstains on their tunics, others resting in discolored pools, having been dead for hours. He had not witnessed destruction of this proportion since the wars with Gundabad. His messenger, Feren, ran up to him, looking to his king for an order.
"Recall your company," was the command. "I have spent enough Elvish blood on this accursed land. No more."
"You will not turn away!" cried a determined voice. "Not this time. The Dwarves will be slaughtered."
Thranduil faced the outspoken spitfire whom he had once trusted with the command of the Woodland Guard's military secrets, the lives of his people, his own life. "Yes," he mocked her, "they will die. Today, tomorrow, one year hence, a hundred years from now; what does it matter? They are mortal."
Tauriel whipped forth her bow, arrow pointing toward the Elvenking. "You think your life is worth more than theirs when there is no love in it? There is no love in you." The bow fell from her hands, and it took her a second to register that Thranduil had just cut it in two with the blade that he thrust at her neck.
"What do you know of love?" he sneered. "Nothing. What you think you feel for that Dwarf is not real. You think it is love? Are you ready to die for it?"
A sword crashed down on his, and Tauriel released the breath she did not realize she had been holding. Legolas frowned at his father, speaking in Elven;
"If you harm her, you will have to kill me." The Prince turned to Tauriel. "I will go with you."
A.N.: Wow! The last chapter was over 5,000 words, (my longest chapter), and this one is close to the same! There was a lot to cover, and we're not through yet! Unfortunately, I will not be able to post for a while. My school schedule does not offer much time for writing so I do not think I will be able to post next week. I will return as soon as I can. So please, just bear with me for a couple weeks.
Peter/Sigrid? I have been shipping them as a couple since May, when I first started plotting out this crossover. No one else has paired them up before, (as near as I can tell), so I hope you like this.
In the movie, Ravenhill is in the north, but for my story, I placed Ravenhill on the eastern side of the valley so that it is directly west of Narnia. In my version, Erebor is on the north side of the valley and Dale is in the south, so I completely reconfigured the geography.
Question Time: How did Thranduil know that Tauriel had feelings for Kili? In my story, Alfrid told him, but how did he come across that information or come to that conclusion in the movie?
Please review and tell me what you think, and I will be back as soon as possible. Sorry about the delay.