Chapter twenty one.
"Lyra, wake up!" said a small voice, "Someone is here to see you."
"Thor-"
"Thorin!" he corrected.
"Thorin, could not Dain handle it?" she asked half asleep.
"He asks for you. It's about your sister." Thorin replied.
Lyra shot up out of bed, she began to fear the worst. She was still in her nightgown, but she threw on her bloodstained coat and buttoned it up. Then Thorin took her hand and they waked out of her room.
It was clearly before day break. The day of the funeral…
"Where is he?" she didn't need to ask whom it was, she knew.
"Outside the mountain, I think he's hiding from the guards." Thorin replied.
"And how is it at this time of day you've been outside?" Lyra asked in the way a mother would.
"Bilbo Boggins saw him from the gate and went to talk to him, then he came back inside found me when I was getting something to drink-I couldn't sleep-and told me to get you." Thorin explained.
She smiled and hurried to the gate and then snuck out with Thorin's small hand still holding hers.
"He said to meet him up there." He said pointing to Ravenhill.
Lyra took a deep breath and went with Thorin. She dared not to climb up to the top since it was where her father fell.
She reached the frozen river where-she was told by Balin-her father died. She hurried off it and into the ruins. Lyra soon found Thranduil at the spot where Kili was found.
"Is she…" she couldn't finish.
"No," he said turning around, "she is still alive, but I fear if she misses the burial of Oakenshield and his sister's sons it will be the death of her."
"I have a plan, but the dwarves are still working on it. None of them have rested a moment." Lyra replied, "They are making a chair of gold with wheels."
"Will they finish it in time?" Thranduil asked.
Lyra smiled, "As my father once said, 'Never underestimate dwarves'."
She could tell he was worried for Tauriel.
"You care about her don't you?" she asked.
"She has been like a daughter to me for several years. I have never seen her in so much pain before." He replied.
"I can help the dwarves finish it! I'm strong!" said Thorin letting go of her hand.
"I'm not sure." Lyra replied smiling.
"Fili and Kili wouldn't let me help them fight and now their dead! If I don't help with this then so may Tauriel!" Thorin always looked as if Azog had ripped out his heart when he said her cousins' names.
"That wasn't your fault." She reminded him.
"Please." He begged.
"Okay, but we must return or we will not finish it." Lyra said as he took her hand again, "That and Dain will have the entire army searching for us."
"Farewell, Lyra." Thranduil bowed slightly.
She did the same and then they parted ways. Lyra and Thorin made it back before anyone noticed and then she went back to bed, feeling very tired.
"I wanna fly! I wanna fly!" Lyra cried with joy as her father held Lain high in the air and then would toss him and he would fly for a moment.
"Okay, Lyra." Thorin set Lain in his chair and then picked Lyra up, "Are you ready?"
"Yes! I wanna fly!" she replied.
He held her high and then tossed her, she became weightless and screamed and when Thorin caught her she burst into giggles.
"Again Papa! Again!" she cried, "No dwoppy (Droppy)!"
"I won't drop you Lyra, I promise." He replied doing it again.
Suddenly, she was in the woods on a cheerful day. She sat on a picnic blanket with her family. Tauriel was writing in her journal, Lain was stuffing his face and made funny chipmunk faces to try and make their father laugh.
"What a beautiful day!" her mother exclaimed.
"I told you this was a good idea." Said her father with a grin.
"Yes, and you said taking Lain hunting was a good idea." She reminded him of an incident.
"That was once. I thought he was ready." As her father tried to defend himself, Lyra saw an orange and black butterfly fly by. She got up and followed it.
"Wait for me!" she cried with joy as she chased the butterfly.
Soon, she came to a creek. She didn't want to cross it to find the butterfly so she decided to go back, the problem was that she didn't know how to get back.
"Papa! Papa! I'm lost!" she cried.
Suddenly, she saw a wolf bigger than her father on the other side of the creek growling. She slowly backed up. And then ran, it chased her.
"Papa!" she screamed.
The wolf jumped on her and growled. She screamed and grabbed a sharp stick she found nearby and stabbed it. Then she wiggled free and started running again, but the wolf was still chasing her. She soon found an opening in a tree big enough for her to crawl deep into. Lyra crawled in and the wolf scratched the tree and wouldn't stop, it was late afternoon. Then someone fought the wolf and stabbed it. It howled and then it died.
Lyra didn't dare move, she stayed in the tree and didn't even try to breathe.
"Lyra!" a strong but frightened voice called, "Lyra!"
She whimpered, but he couldn't hear her.
"Lyra. Sweetie, where are you?" he called in a softer tone.
"Papa!" she moaned.
He went over to the tree and looked inside and smiled. He pulled her out and she threw her arms around his neck.
"Why didn't it die when I stabbed it?" she asked shivering and in tears.
He looked where the stick was sticking out of the beast's stomach. He then laughed.
"You're a strong little one, but never wander way. I may not be there to help you or find you." He held her out so he could looked her in the eyes.
"But you'w (You're) my papa, you'll always find me." she insisted.
"Not always." He replied as he carried her home. She fell asleep with her head on his shoulder.
She could smell the smell of fresh baked bread and knew they were home. She faintly heard her mother panic and her father try to calm her down. Then he took her up stairs to her, Lain, and Tauriel's bedroom. He put her to bed and tucked her in.
"Sing Papa." She moaned in her sleep. He sang deep and softly.
"Lyra, wake up!" said Bofur shaking her shoulder.
When she woke up her father was still singing from somewhere. Like he was in the room. The memory of his face was fresh in her mind.
"You slept late." Said Bofur.
She groaned, "Sometimes I wish I didn't have to wake up."
Before Bofur said anything she said she needed to get ready. He left right away and she washed her face. When she suddenly couldn't hear her father's voice she almost screamed. Tears fell as she combed her hair and put some of it into braids. She wore a dark blue dress-a color she loved on her father-and the white gems. As she walked down the halls her dress flowed. The dwarves got out of her way and would watch her as she walked to the throne room.