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She laid there in silent and without movement; the ability to do anything was gone, and all she felt was the throbbing pain between her legs and the blood trickling along her thigh. Her throat was sore from screaming so much, pleading the orc to stop his assaults against her but all words were deaf to his ears, and at the end the only sounds that could be heard were his ridged breathing and her coursed sobs. When he was done he left her alone and she remained in the same position for hours. And finally, when she felt her mussels move again, she pulled what was left of her torn trousers over her legs and pulled herself into a curled up ball to gain whatever comfort from herself.

Farili didn't understand why this had happened to her, what had she done to deserve it, or why she didn't fight hard enough? It was too late though, her virginity was taken by the lowest of all, and that was the reality she had to accept. She hoped that the orc's planned on killing her so she could join her family. That was all she wanted.

The flaps of the tent opened and the same orc returned, and was followed behind by another more terrifying orc, much larger and paler, scars covered all over him and saw he had a missing arm that was replaced by a makeshift of a sharp hook. She paid it no more attention and tried to keep distance from them without success. Her hair was grabbed and she was pulled forward and held on her knees in front of the new orc. A pained cry was all she could do as she bowed her head to avoid looking at them. She heard them share between one another in black speech for a brief moment before her face was grabbed by the pale orc and was forced to stare into his ice blue eyes.

The stories told by her father suddenly came flooding her mind as if they were trying to tell her something before she had realised who this orc was.

Azog.

She could only stare up at him with wide fearful eyes that swelled to the brim as he looked down at her with a malice grin. He murmured a few words in black speech that she couldn't hear probably before his other hand engulfed over her face, covering her eyes, nose and mouth, her muffled scream was cut off as more words were spoken before darkness came crashing down on her. Pain and torment was all she felt in the endless darkness.

Her whimpers were what woke Kili and he tried desperately to wake her from the night terror she was having. He shook her; talked to her without success, before much to his regret he slapped her, which had done the trick. Lia woke with a start and immediately leaped into Kili's awaiting arms as she let the remaining tears fall down his tunic.

"I'm sorry, I had to, you wouldn't wake up…" His heart pained with regret for hitting her, never had he hit another woman and hated himself for doing it.

"Tis' ok," she quickly realised the stinging pain in her cheek and knew it had come from him so she would wake. "I'm glad you did, I didn't want to be in that nightmare anymore." She really didn't care, she was just glad she was back in his arms and in reality. "How long have we been here now?"

"Five days, I think," he murmured against her. "How do you feel?" She moved away from their embrace and smiled weakly.

"Tired, a little unwell maybe but it comes and goes, probably a stomach bug, it'll pass." She nuzzled into his shoulder and hummed softly.

"Are you sure? You haven't been yourself for a few days."

"I'm fine, Kili," she forced a smile, "it's just being in this cell, that's all." But deep down she felt it was something else. She rarely got sick, so it was a little strange for it to happen so suddenly.

Kili and Lia hadn't been able to communicate with many of the others without one of the elf guards telling to be quiet. Being locked up by elves was strange to Lia, but then again these were Mirkwood elves, once she's never encountered before. Thorin however had and there was obviously bad bloody between him and Thranduil. She wondered if they were ever going to get out, even after five days hope was slipping away from her with every passing minute.

There was no sighting on Bilbo, and she worried deeply that something bad had happened to their hobbit friend. He was smart though and she could only hope that he was safe.

On that fifth day of their imprisonment everyone seemed to be ignored by the guards with only very little water and stale bread brought to them. Maybe that was why Lia wasn't feel herself, but again she's had to endure worse before so this wasn't new. Kili even went to lengths begging some of the passing guards for anything for her, but he wasn't even acknowledged by them. She was grateful for his help but simply told him it was no use. They were prisoners of Mirkwood and this was their end for the journey, unless some miracle happened none of them knew how they were going to get to Erebor.

Even being the guards captain, Tauriel took posts around the kingdom and dungeons quite regularly and liked doing her job protecting her home. But imprisoning the dwarves for one hundred years? Even she thought that was dramatic, especially from Thranduil. Whatever bad blood there was between him and the dwarf king it looked he was only doing this out of spite. She couldn't judge him though and had to tell herself he knew what was best for the kingdom. So why did it feel so wrong?

She was so lost in deep thought she never heard the approaching steps from behind him.

"Tauriel?" She was quickly brought back followed by a small jump and turned to face the source of the voice.

"Lirhel," she smiled gently at the servant.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's quite alright. Is there something you need?

Tauriel had known Lirhel for the last five years. It may have been not very long but it was enough for her to take a liking to the quiet elf. She was sweet and held such a kind heart which she admired, and was probably the one of the few she would call a friend.

"I've overheard that there are dwarves in the cells, is it true?" She asked maybe a bit too excitedly, but Tauriel paid no mind to it.

"Yes, it is. They were caught trespassing in the forest."

"Oh," she watched as the maiden tried thinking over it with curiosity. "When will they be released?"

"King Thranduil has given them a century in the dungeon," she saw the shock from her face. "His words are final, unless Thorin agrees to his deal, which the dwarf has turned down." The elf nodded to let her know she understood, or at least tried to.

"May I serve them their meals later today?" She caught Tauriel's surprised expression. "I only wish to see who our prisoners are."

"I'll allow that, but don't speak to them."

Lirhel tried keeping her breathing even as she carried the tray bread down the stairs and towards the cells where the dwarves were kept. She was holding too much hope that he was here, but she didn't mind that, for she felt something drawing her in and grew stronger as she neared. At each cell she passed she carefully gazed in as she passed through the bread. Many glares or blank stares were only given to her which was no surprise. She didn't give up hope yet and continued her way down.

As she neared the last few the hope she held was slowly slipping. She knew it was her own fault, but she really thought on some chance he was here. As she approached the last cell she stared in as she saw there were two together, male and female. They were both sleeping or at least she thought and held her gaze on the woman. She had seen her before, the sibling of Morar. Her hope was lifted. If Morar wasn't here then perhaps she could tell her what happened to him.

She waited, and waited for his return, but after a year had gone by she grew tired of her job and chose to leave. She thought he had moved on to another, that everything he said was a lie and she had been a fool to trust him. But she never hated him, for she was sure he had a reason for not coming back.

"What do you want?" The voice brought her out of her deep thoughts and looked in to see the other dwarf was now staring at her with furrowed brows.

"Oh…forgive me," she tried to smile but saw no kindness from him. "I was merely bringing you some bread and then I saw her," she pointed out to the sleeping girl. "I wish to ask her something."

"She's sleeping." Kili didn't understand why the elf was here or why she wanted to speak with Lia, but he wasn't going to allow it. "Besides, I won't let you speak with her."

"Please, I only have one question that's all-"

"I said no!" It was more hissed then shouted as he tried being threating.

"Hm," Lia then stirred out of slumber and looked at Kili. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, go back to sleep." He tried telling her.

"Farili." The name caught both of their attention and looked at the elf now kneeling in front of their cell.

Lia looked over Kili's shoulder to see her, an elf, who strangely looked familiar. She tried remembering for a moment and figure out where she had seen her before. "Have we met before?"

"It's Lirhel, from the tavern near the last bridge?" She wasn't hurt that she couldn't remember her, memories were different with everyone. The sudden spark of recognition in her eyes came and Lia leaped over Kili to come to the bars.

"Lirhel," she breathed her name in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"I was given sanctuary here and I serve the king. The tavern was becoming a bit too violent to my liking." There was one question she desperately wanted to ask but kept her calm. "How are you, Farili?"

The old name made her smile drop a little. "I don't go by that name anymore, I'm now known as Lia." She seemed confused hearing this.

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Enough," Kili wasn't going to let the elf go on and make Lia tell of her past. "You shouldn't ask anymore."

"Kili, it's alright. She has the right to know." Lirhel furrowed her brows.

"Know what?"

Lia turned her gaze back to her and caught something in her eyes. Reaching out through the bars she carefully took the small hidden bead in her hair and stared in awe at it between her fingers. Lirhel smiled softly as she let her look at the braided bead in her hair. "I never took it out, even now. It always reminded me of him, made me remember his promise."

Kili had then come closer and saw what Lia was looking at. "That's a dwarven bead," he met eyes with Lirhel. "Why are you wearing it?"

"It's my brothers," Lia simply told him with nothing more as she continued at stare at the bead.

Lirhel brought her hand over Lia's, watching in confusion as she saw the small tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. "Where's Morar?" There was something she didn't know and she wasn't sure if she was going to like the answer or not. Had he moved on? Was there someone else? Those were the only questions she thought of, nothing more.

Lia bit her lower lip as she tried containing her emotions and met with her eyes, hurt and regret filling them.

"Morar's dead…"

Those dreaded words hit Lirhel like a pile of rocks, emotions of shock and heartbroken washing down as she tried to understand what Lia had said. "Dead? W-when?"

"One our way to the Blue Mountains, orcs ambushed us, he died protecting me…"

Lirhel slowly moved away from the bars and removed her hand from Lia's. She didn't understand, or at least forced herself to not believe what she was just told. All these years and she had no idea, all these years she thought he had forgotten about her. She was a foolish woman to think like that about him, and now he was gone for good.

"Lirhel, I-"

She didn't wait around anymore, and instead she hurried up onto feet and ran back up the stairs without another word. She passed each cell and reached the top before running towards her quarters. Once there she slammed the door shut behind her and slid down it as she broke down into sobs as her heart and soul shattered.

"What was that about? Who is she?" After what happened Kili had questions. He knew she wore a courting bead, one owned by Lia's brother, which only meant she was Morar's intended, much to his shock and surprise.

Lia exhaled and went on to explain. "Her name is Lirhel, I've only ever met her once. My brothers and I met her on our way to the Blue Mountains. All it took was one night together for Morar to know she was his one. After six years and she thought he was still alive...She must be devastated."

"Hey," Kili embraced her in his arms, holding her close and soothing her as she let the remaining tears fall free "Tis' alright, amrâlimê. If what you say is true, then she had to know the truth. Once she's ready I'm sure she'll come back."

He was right and she believed him. "Thank you, I'm sure she will as well."

Not long after two guards and Legolas came in front of their cell. "My father wants to speak with you. You'll be escorted there, please don't give us trouble." Lia knew he was speaking to her, and Kili didn't like it.

"She's not going anywhere without me!"

"You're in no position to argue, dwarf." Legolas warned him. "I suggest you behave." The way he said it was like someone would say to a dog, which of course only angered Kili more. But Lia didn't want any trouble.

"Tis' ok, I'll go." She saw the worried look from Kili and smiled softly at him. "I'll be right back, I promise."

She went willing and without a fight, knowing all too well of her position and trying to corporate with them might give her a good advantage to try and allow them to be let out, if she held her temper, which might not go so well.

Everyone demanded to know where they were taking her, which the elves ignored of course. As she passed Thorin's cell he called out to her.

"Don't agree to anything, Lia! It's not worth it!"

Not worth it….

Intense! Hope you all enjoyed. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review.

Khuzdul Translation
Amrâlimê - My love