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A/N: Thank you guys for the updates. Sorry for the wait, I know I usual update faster than this. Anyways! Here is chapter twenty-one. I hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter Twenty-One
Elvish Medicine
An arrow sailed through the air and pierced the heart of the Orc I was fighting. My gaze snapped to the tall, blonde elf, arrow notched as he leapt off after the Orc pack. Gritting my teeth in pain, I darted off in the direction of the Orcs, staying off the roofs and on the foot paths. I tried to ignore the pain searing through my should while keeping it steady. The faster I ran the most jostled my arm was.
I could see where the Orcs were converging. That had to be where the dwarves were. I pushed myself faster, harder. I was desperate to get to Kili. My still aching muscles protested at my pace and practically sighed in relief when I was forced to stop. An Orc dropped in front of me, blocking my way. My arm swung up to block the blow of steel. The blades clashed fiercely and my muscles quivered with the exertion of keeping the sharp blade from cutting me down. A blow to my injured shoulder had a scream pulling from my lips. It was a smart move on the Orc's part that had him nearly over powering me, sending me down to a knee as my arm quivered. Gritting my teeth, I pushed back against the blade, trying to ignore the pain that pulsed through me. Giving into the pain, dropping my guard for a second to rest would result in one thing and one thing only. Death.
The weight of the Orc pressing down on my stolen blade lifted as an arrow embedded itself into the Orc's head. I dropped to the ground in relief, my knees shaking and blood soaking through the makeshift binding on my shoulder. I looked up to see a hand in front of my face and followed the arm to look into the familiar face of Bofur. He must have heard my screams. I dropped the blade and gripped his hand, welcoming the help up. His face read of shock and worry. Why was he so worried? The shock I understood. They had seen me struck and probably assumed me dead.
"You're alive!" He exclaimed embracing me in a hearty hug. I couldn't help the yelp that left my lips as renewed pain shot through my shoulder. He quickly released me and I saw what he held in his hand. Athelas. I'd recognize that plant anywhere. It's image had been burned into my mind by my half elf mother before her death. She'd taught me the uses of it and the memories brought fear into my heart. Why did he need that. "Kili's sick." His words renewed my fear and I scooped up the blade and ran once more, ignoring the blood and pain from my upper chest. If Kili was that sick then he couldn't defend himself and the Orcs were after the dwarves.
I was at the home where the dwarves in no time flat, Bofur no longer behind me, but that was something I would deal with after the Orcs were dispatched. I burst through the open door and sank my blade into an unsuspecting Orc. A familiar yell had my head whipping around. There was Kili, deathly pale and an Orc pulling at his leg. My fingers grasped a knife that sat upon a counter and threw it with deadly precision. The Orc fell down, dead and Kili fell from the bed he'd been on with a thud. I was distracted a moment to long and a shriek left my lips at the pain that coursed through me when the hilt of a sword hit my injury. Multiple sets of eyes turned to me, most in absolute shock. I kicked out, feeling my boot connect with a body, before grabbing up the stolen sword.
The blade I wielded swished through the air but my arm was grasped in a deadly grip by the Orc I was attempting to slay. I grunted with the effort to keep his blade from piercing me while trying to sink my own blade through his flesh. His bone crushing grip left my arm as the sound of a blade squishing into his throat sounded. The deathly pale Kili had managed to rise to his feet and slay the Orc whom I'd been struggling with. A small smile crossed my lips and my heart constricted before shouts of battle drew me back to the present.
Two new figures burst into the room, weapons out and slew the rest of the Orcs, leaving me to turn my attentions to Kili. Black tinged the corners of my vision and I frowned, dropping the Orc blade to the floor. Had I lost that much blood already? No, it had to be from the brutal pain I was experiencing. I looked down to Kili reaching out to touch his clammy forehead. A warm hand fell on my good shoulder and I looked up to see Fili, still wearing an expression of shock as he looked over me. Without speaking, I stood and moved away from the figure of the dark haired dwarf, moving to the doorway where the she-elf was hesitating. "He was struck with a Morgul arrow. He is dying." Her words sent another burst of fear through me as she took off after her light haired companion.
A panting Bofur was standing before me in quick time and I took the plant from his hands, turning into the home once more. The eyes of Oin and Fili were fixed on me, questions behind their worry but they were smart enough not to speak them. The time for explanations were not now. Clearly I was alive and all that mattered was keeping Kili that way. "Get him on the table." I instructed in sharp tones. No one seemed to want to question me and I was sure I had a murderous look on my features. The fact that he'd been injured so badly because of me sent rage through me. I had to save him.
I tried to ignore the cries of pain from Kili as I prepped the Athelas one handed. I allowed myself to submerge into the memories of my mothers lessons and lectures about the plant and how to use it. Kili's screams faded away enough that I could concentrate on what I was doing. My nimble hands grabbed up the bowl to Athelas from the young girl who'd held it and I turned to see the three dwarves putting Kili on the cleared off table. "Hold him down." My voice was stern as I gripped the bowl with my good hand, ignoring the slow trickle of blood making a trail down my skin.
I stood next to the table and set the bowl down, examining Kili's leg. The skin was turning black where the arrow had pierced. I frowned and turned my gaze briefly to Fili. My own fears were etched on his face. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the leaves of the plant with my hand and rolled it around in my fist, chanting in elvish. My words continued as I pressed the mashed leaves to Kili's wound. He screamed louder at the contact and the two human girls in the home had to come and help hold Kili down while I chanted, pressing the Athelas against his wound. His screams ceased and only the occasional grunt of pain was heard from him. I chanced a glance to the dark haired dwarf as my chanting continued. His dark eyes were settled on me and a frown turned my lips down as the elvish words flowed from my lips. His face was still deathly pale and sweat covered his brow.
Several moments passed before I was finished and I dropped my hand from Kili's leg. My gaze turned back to his face to see his eyes closed. He'd passed out, thankfully. I moved away from the table, my body quivering. Oin moved to bind Kili's leg and Fili moved to me, his eyes glancing to my shoulder. "You're alive." It was the same words Bofur had spoken and I nodded.
"I was lucky." I replied, moving my hand to my shoulder, wincing in pain. With his help, the sleeve of my tunic was ripped off to expose my wound. He frowned at the bleeding, arrow sized hole that gaped just beneath my collar bone and I looked away. It wasn't a pretty sight. Oin was over quickly, passing off the care of Kili to Bofur and helping me with my wound. He cleaned and bound my shoulder as best he could. It wasn't exactly in the best place. With the help of the two human girls a sling was made for me and I was grateful as my injured arm rested comfortably in the fabric.
The others watched me with curious eyes as I sat next to Kili, my hand laying over his. I was thankful they were not talking to me. Tears had welled up in my eyes as I looked to the pale Kili. I could hear the rest of the house's occupants talking quietly amongst themselves as I wiped off Kili's brow with a damp cloth. All we had to do now was wait for him to awaken.