A/N: I'M SORRY, SO VERY SORRY. I have been SO busy and I'm sorry to keep you all waiting but I hope this will make up to it. It's more of a filler as will be the next after this. There will be two more updates before I'm due to go on holiday but I'll try to see if I can make it three!

I'm so sorry guys, I know I suck.

The Day of Reckoning.

She cried the first night.

She escaped the second, but was found and then locked back in.

And she'd been silent the third.

Theliëlréndis took a deep and shaky breath. Her mind was racing and she swore she was no longer sane - she couldn't seem to comprehend the fact that she was sat helplessly in a cell.

"Who was he?"

The hoarse, gruff voice of the proud, vengeful dwarf who was sat directly opposite her in his own cell. He sounded tired and irritated which was probably no doubt due to their current situation. But what seemed to catch her off guard, was that Thorin wanted to know who the elf was.

Did she want to tell him? No, she didn't. She did not.

She couldn't tell him that... that that elf was the one she was supposed to be marrying when her father had ordered her back in Nyderrämar before she even joined them on their quest.

It wasn't an elf though, he was Divisav. He was her advisor and oldest friend but she didn't love him. That she knew for certain - but she just didn't feel comfortable discussing him with Thorin. So she resorted to playing dumb, "He who?" Her voice rough and when she spoke her throat burned at the feeling.

He narrowed his icy blue eyes at her then. Why would she answer him like that? She must've known who he was referring to... he knew he meant something to her just by the way she ran into those elf arms of his. And he couldn't deny the jealousy that rose at their embrace - it looked warm and comforting.

"He was Divisav."

Thorin rolled his eyes and sighed. "I know of his name but who was he to you?" He questioned again, wanting to get some real truth of her past - noting that she'd been strangely secretive of the subject.

Theliël closed her eyes and turned to face him fully, not shielding herself anymore like some child. "He's my most valued friend and trusted advisor." She began with a dark look on her pale face. "I've known him for a very long time, and believe me when I say that because I'm fairly certain you have some idea to my age... I grew up with him in Nyderrämar."

But to Thorin that still wasn't answering his question. He didn't want to know where she met and for how long. He wanted to know what was their relationship with each other; were they friend, lovers... He wasn't sure she would ever tell him but he could probe her though? "And you love him." He added and he knew it caught her off guard by her face.

Her brow deepened dramatically and a look of perplexity and amusement rose onto her wondrous features before she laughed. "No, Thorin." She shook her head as her smile faded quickly. "However, I must admit to you that he is the one I'm supposed to marry according to my father."

His hope dropped then. Hope? Since when he did he hope? Why was he hoping, did he think she would prefer him? A dwarf? "He seemed honourable enough." He shrugged, not wanting to show his true interest. He'd slowly begun to admit to himself that his feelings toward the elf opposite him had changed over the duration of her time with them.

At first he hated her, but now he'd grown fond of her. He'd also found himself not liking the fact that she was to be somebody else's without actually having the chance to fall in love properly.

"He is."

Divisav was honourable... she'd fought alongside him many a times and was familiar with her talent when it came to his blade. He made it part of his arm and swung it effortlessly. But she didn't know love him. It wasn't his looks or his personality... okay; it might have been his looks because he had no hair and then a strange beard. It was abnormal for an elf to have no hair on their head. But he just wasn't the right one for her.

There was a pause of silence.

Theliël smiled to herself then, "But love isn't forced, it's found." Her words drifted over to him and before she knew it she saw that the rest of their Company had fallen quiet and was most likely listening.

Then Thorin smiled as well, for the first time in a long time because the creases by his mouth and under his eyes were aching but he didn't care. He didn't want to been seen as this placid, unhappy, dark dwarf.

"Theliël!" Kili called out through the cells, his voice tried but still held its perk. He hadn't spoken since the redhead, Tauriel, had visited him in his cell on the second day which he'd found caused more of a rift between Theliël's mood.

Luckily, she could see him from her cell - just about. "What is it, Kili?" She frowned in his direction, wondering what he was going to ask her. But she already knew. Her and Thorin were talking about Divisav, and Kili had always pestered about her past and her home but she'd never answered his questions... truth is, she'd never felt comfortable telling others of her life.

"Tell us of your life so far."

She silently cringed at his known request, but then she knew that thirteen pairs of eyes were now trained on her while she sat in her cell. She'd known she wouldn't be able to sit quietly for much longer, that would be far too easy. But she never spoke of her past, not to those who were not there to witness her failures in life - not to those who hadn't seen what she'd seen. But, nonetheless, she nodded.

"I'm the first born of Lord Filvérel of Nyderrämar, the Secret realm." She began, hearing the hushed gasps from some of them but most just stayed quiet. "I was born in the early third age which consequently makes me two thousand, five hundred and fifteen years old... I can't divulge much of my past when there is not much to tell you of all my years." She paused, "I recall much of my life consisted of me misbehaving and then being punished for it."

"You were just like us!" Kili and Fili chimed in together, small smiles of their faces.

Bofur frowned, "Tell us of your family then." He suggested, remembering once that she'd said they wouldn't care what happened to her if something did happen.

Theliël nodded again, "Why is it, with siblings there is always one who is well behaved and the other misbehaves? My brother, Galénduil, was the second born of my father, and he could never do anything wrong which of course, started off our sibling rivalry despite that fact of the large age gap between us. He was my mother's favourite and I, our fathers. We were inseparable. But we loved each other. I vowed to protect him with all I could but I failed when the day of reckoning came."

All the dwarves frowned at her then and they all questioned her together. "Day of reckoning?" Their voices bounced off her cell walls and hit her.

Her head was lowed and her eyes on the ground. She'd never of that day to anyone, no one. No one never knew because no one ever asked. "We all share a common nemesis, you and I."

"Azog..." Thorin murmured, leaning his head against his cell wall.

But she shook her head and then they all knew it.

Smaug.

"You see, before Smaug even reached Erebor... he attacked Nyderrämar first." Her voice was quiet and almost non-existent. "I've never re-told this to anyone before, so consider yourselves very lucky because I value you as friends..."

"Please, sister..." Galénduil pleaded with his sister as she stared out onto the plains. "Father never entrusts me with anything and here you are, standing guard and waiting for something to happen so you can inflict pain on whatever tries to attack us."

Theliël rolled her eyes, "Galén why don't you go pester father and see if he will give you a role suitable to your abilities."

He frowned at her harshness. "Why are you being like this? You're stubborn and irritable."

Theliël turned to him with a dark glower on her face, "You talk too much for your own good..." She tightened one of her bracers and shaking her head. "You don't take any of your training seriously and you can't fight properly."

"Because I've never been in a serious fight and I don't want to be!" He argued starting forward, "But I can fight just as well as you can."

"Fine then, show me."

Galénduil's face dropped suddenly as he watched her withdraw her daggers quickly from their place on her back. Knowing he wouldn't be able to back out now, Galénduil sighed and drew his own weapons. He knew he would lose; she was far more experienced and much stronger than he was.

He grunted as he swiped for his older sister who easily spun out of the way, allowing his attack to go wide and then he staggered forward. She stepped back and laughed to herself, finding the current situation to be funny while she watched her brother become more and more frustrated with his failing attacks. To her, he didn't look at all threatening.

"Are you sure you're an elf, Galén?" She swirled her daggers through her fingers and clicked her tongue. It was amusing to see his self-conflict on how he would carry out his next surprise attack on her. With failure, that's how. "You're as clumsy as a troll." He went to swipe her again but missed. "Loud as one." And again. "And just as ugly." With a loud cry, Galénduil charged toward his sister and tried to swipe at her yet again but as she did before - she stepped to the side and he staggered by her.

She snorted then before crossing her arms over her chest, clearly not impressed with his weak attempts to prove himself worthy of a suitable position. Her brother frowned when he noted that since their little outburst, she hadn't even broken a sweat. And with one last attempt, he ran at her again but just as before she easily spun away.

"TROLL COMING THROUGH!"

Galénduil through his daggers down then, "Well I apologise if I fail when it comes to gracefulness and quietness, my dear sister." He mocked while the sweat rolled down his face. "But I'm still learning - I'm not nearly as old as you. Before long you will be the troll."

Before he even knew what was happening, Galénduil's face was down against the stone, with a firm hand holding him down and some weight on his back. "I'm sorry, but dear brother, I do believe you are the troll in this relationship." She restrained his arm and he let out another groan.

"Ah, and did you make the foolish mistake of insulting your sister, Galénduil?"

Theliëlréndis looked up to see the sight of someone she loved with all her heart. The first had a grey beard that settled just above his breast bone and he wore a long grey robe that covered his entire body. And on his head, he wore his usual pointed grey hat.

"Yes, he did." She pushed his arm up further behind his back and he let out another grunt of pain. "And he won't do it again, will you Galén?"

"I'm sorry!" Galénduil exclaimed when he was finally able to raise his head to speak. "I won't ever do it again, I promise!" After a long moment, Theliël loosened her grip on her brother and stood up from his back.

"Brother, you will be in a fight one day... and what will you do?" She snapped, her eyes turning fiery for a moment. "Do you expect to mock them and then let them kill just as I could've done?"

"No..." He replied quietly, his eyes falling to the ground.

It was as if he was being scolded like a child.

"Then what will you do, Galén?" She asked but he didn't reply and she sighed. "You think that this is all some game?! Is that it?" She questioned as her voice rose in volume. By now, her brother had frozen from fright. "You think that when myself and Divisav train you - it's all some game?!" Theliël asked again but he still didn't speak. "Well, I hate to ruin it for your brother but this isn't somewhere where we all live happily ever after. In the real world, there's war and people die. There will come the day when our parents are gone or they've crossed over the sea. Then what will you? You will have to fend for yourself." It went silent for a moment. "There will be no one to protect you one day, no one to baby you... tell me if I was captured by orcs or other foul creatures that lurk, would you fight for me?"

"O- Of course, you're my sister." Galénduil answered, a little shocked by her sudden question. "I would lay down my life for you in return for yours."

Now it was Theliëlréndis's turn to be the silent one. His words had put her out of joint, out of thought.

"You would lay your life down for me?" She asked her voice much more quiet this time, her jade eyes locked on her brother's sapphire ones.

"Yes." He replied, as she felt the tips of her mouth turning slightly upwards upon seeing the determined gleam in his eyes.

"Then you must learn to fight... properly. Fight for your family. Protect your family. Because if something should then happen, you will be more than prepared to save the lives of those you hold dear, even if it means risking your own life."

From where he stood, Gandalf was smiling softly at the two elves before him. "They bring out the worst in each other do they not?" Came the rough voice of the King. Filvérel placed his hand on Gandalf's shoulder and smiled. "Mirthandir, I didn't know you were coming."

"I came to speak with young Theliël." He told the old elf with soft eyes, "I plan to take her on an adventure of mine. She's been asking to see Radagast for some time now."

Filvérel pretended to look offended by his business in Nyderrämar. "Oh, then - Theliël!" He called out his daughter who spun around to face her father quickly with a frown on her face.

"Yes?"

"Gandalf wishes to speak with you of some business that has surfaced." Filvérel stated but then he noticed her reluctant look to leave her younger sibling and he sighed. "Galénduil, will you take over your sister's post while she speaks with Gandalf and I?"

At the request, his eyes widened in shock. "You're allowing me?" Galén questioned, not believing he would trust him with such a responsibility like that. He wasn't ready but he would give it best his effort to impress his father to allow him these kinds of opportunities in future.

"Yes."

Galénduil smiled then and nodded, "I won't let you down." He vowed, still nodding.

"I know you won't."

"So - you want me to accompany you across Middle Earth?"

The grey wizard clasped his hands together and smiled, "I think you and I should give Radagast a well-deserved visit." He suggested with a small hum at the end of his sentence, followed by a long puff of his pipe.

Theliël smiled widely then, "It sounds like a plan, Mithrandir." She agreed with a bobble of her head.

Filvérel frowned, "You still have to answer your mother and I yet... I've never seen you answer something so quickly." At the mere mention of something she wanted to be buried, Theliël glowered at him with a dark look she rarely wore.

"I'm not going to put myself into a foolish, loveless marriage and sadly, you already know that. I'm prepared to be alone for all my life than be forced to marry someone for all I know might and probably won't love me." Theliël let out as she cast her gaze along the waterfall that surrounding the entire city in a trap of magic. It blinded her when the beam from the sun above them reflected into the waves and then into her eyes. "I want someone... who will love me for who I am, who's fierce but not serious. I would also like them to be strong, preserved and willing..." She ranted while she started to smile as she described the man she wanted. "I want to be their equal and not be treated as their property."

Gandalf nodded thoroughly, "I agree with you, child."

"And we have a lot of good men who are perfect for you!" He argued with her, scowling at Gandalf when he saw the wizard chuckling to himself at the pair of them. "You're just too bloody stubborn to accept anyone normal."

Theliël glared then, "That is because dear father of mine, you want to form more alliances so when you go to war - there will be others to rally at you side. But I will not give you what you want... I have the right to be happy as does anyone."

Filvérel was about to reply when the guards began shouting.

The three of them all tensed almost immediately at the alarm of slow panic that caused through them.

"DRAGON!"

In the sky, a large shadow glided through the darkening sky sending showers of gold into the city of Nyderrämar. The shots of fire zapped the once thriving city of Nyderrämar, as the army rallied behind Theliëlréndis.

Suddenly a large blast of fire took out the soldiers to her left, a tower exploding as rubble flew through the air and showered them all. "Tangado a chadad!" Theliëlréndis winced, while the ringing in her ears got louder as she struggled to her feet. "Dartho!" She called, raising her hand as another rally of their army charged up behind her.

"Dartho... Hado i philinn!" Theliël ordered and a large number of arrows quickly dove into the sky and towards the drake. "Hado ribed!" She repeated, before she broke into a run.

She glanced back at Divisav and Dhoelath, "Tolo ar nin!" She called to them as they ran to her side. "We need to get to my mother before it's too late. Dhoelath, gather Avourel and Klaren, quickly!"

"Hiril vuin Theliëlréndis!" Divisav called out to her, seeing her staring up at the drake as it hovered in the sky directly above her. He then watched as she drew her own bow and notched an arrow into the string and fired it at the drake.

But it was useless.

This drake would not be killed without any black arrows and sadly, they didn't have any.

First, its razor sharp teeth appeared - glistening in the morning sun and blinding her momentarily. Then a long heart stopped growl ripped through its throat which could only mean one thing.

Fire.

It all happened so quickly and Divisav was hopeless to stop the outcome.

Theliëlréndis cried out in pain as the right side of her body began to burn bright. The flames danced along her body, cooking her skin to the bone and bringing her an agony like none other she'd experienced. She could feel the flames burning away her skin, but then harmful pats started landing on her side. She cried out in pain while they pulled her up with such a force she could barely keep herself conscious.

She was in so much pain.

She was pulled to her feet but shook her head and pushed her friend away. "Drego! Divisav, noro! Na lû e-govaned vîn." She told him, grabbing her bow again but finding that it was a pile of ash.

But Divisav didn't move away, he stood still his ground. "Lá, ván." He called out, pulling her out of harm's way.

Theliëlréndis sighed, "Heniach nin?!" she shouted, the both of them dodging another hit. "We will not win! We have no allies to help us, Divisav. No one will have our back... we cannot defeat this Drake from the North."

The shower of fire drowned the city, swallowing elves by the gallon - their screams and cries of pain making the unwelcoming silence non-existent. Elves were burning and running while the drake brought its reckoning.

Theliël stumbled along as Divisav hobbled along next to her and barely managing to keep her upright. "Did you see Galén?" She muttered, wincing as they ran.

"No."

"We need to find my brother." She stated, ripping herself from Divisav and breaking into another run despite the fact that her body was screaming in pain - crying out for help.

To her right, rubble fell from the towers and the keep. To her left, her people ran for their lives while the army continued to do their best but their best would not be enough.

She stopped them, her feet coming to a slow stop as she stumbled along, climbing over rubble and pushing away rocks.

"No!" Her eyes found the body of her brother lying still on the stone ground, she dropped to her knees. She gathered him in her arms and pulled him to her chest where she cradled him to her like a fragile child. Her body began to shake, not with sorrow but with anger, pure anger. Her once warm eyes darkened and her demeanour changed.

Suddenly a force pushed her away and she fell onto her back.

Nélindë, her mother, pulled him to her before screaming in pain at the loss of her son. It was an agonizing scream that held all the pain and sorrow of losing a child. The scream silenced all the shouting of panic; everyone fell silent as she began to rock his burnt form. He was unrecognizable - his once white skin was a blackened colour with red burns covering him followed by slowly forming blisters.

Theliëlréndis groaned as she struggled to her but a pair of strong hands hauled her carefully to them. She looked up to see Gandalf soft eyes looking back at her sadly. He nodded to Divisav and he took her away from the scene.

The wizard was grateful that Galén had passed and that he wouldn't have to face the pain he would have had to live with if he had survived this unexpected attack.

Nélindë cast her gaze and it landed on her daughter and she wore a look full on anger and spite. "It's your fault," Her eyes were full of tears which were drowning her muffled cries, her face pressed into her son's chest but she could still see her daughter. "You should have died in his stead."

All the dwarves sat silently in their cells as she finished re-calling the events of that fatal day.

"I should've died." Theliël said quietly after a moment, her jade eyes glazing over with tears as she stared ahead. Even after all these years, it still pained her to know that she had allowed her own brother to die alone. He didn't deserve the fate he got. Thorin was virtually pressed against his cell door as he watched her quietly, he hands gripping the bars. "My own mother even said it, she said I should've died instead of him."

"Why would- "

"My brother was my mother's favourite child whereas I was my father's." Theliël cut Thorin off as he began to speak. Thorin couldn't believe that Theliël's mother would want her dead if it meant her son would be alive. "I knew she blamed me from that day - she refused to speak to me after that. The last thing she ever said was that I should've died and I respect that. Everyone had the child they love... and I was not hers."

But it wasn't your fault... Thorin thought to himself, staring at Theliël.

"And... what happened to you after?" Fili pressed as he leaned against his own cell door, having listened to her the entire time.

"I was healed, my burns unnoticeable." She trailed off, her eyes flowing to the floor. "But that would never bring my brother back... and I still can't help but feel guilty every time I think back to that day."

It fell silent again in the cells before she spoke again, "And that's the Day of Reckoning..." Her voice was emotionless and lifeless.

And again, all the dwarves returned to their broody state, not realising the tough and tiring life their elven friend had lived before they'd even met her.

"Theliël..." Thorin spoke, his face pressed up against the bars of his cell door. She slowly raised her eyes to look at him with the sadness they held as they bored into his own. "I want you to know that I'm so sorry for my behaviour towards you, the way I've treated but also every horror that has made made your life- " Thorin was cut off.

"Thorin, you know you can't change what happened in the past... no one can." She quietly spoke before looking away. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face, wincing slightly and the slightly twang of pain on the side of her face. "That's undeniable truth of fate."

But I WANT to change your future, so you won't have to witness or feel pain ever again... He wanted to tell her this, he wanted to comfort her and make her feel better but the bars were in his way. He wanted to hug her, hold her and tell her that everything was going to be all right from now one but he just wondered how long he would have to wait.

How long would they be trapped as prisoners in the dungeons of Mirkwood?

HERE ARE THE TRANSLATIONS:

Tangado a chadad! - Prepare to fire!

Dartho! - Hold!

Hado i philinn! - Release arrows!

Hado ribed! - Shoot continuously!

Tolo ar nin! - Come with me!

Hiril vuin. - My lady.

Drego! - Flee!

Noro! - Run!

Na lû e-govaned vîn. - Until we next meet.

Lá, ván. - No, I won't.

Heniach nin?! - Do you understand me?!