Chapter 25
One night I snuck down to the prison. I found Thorin asleep.
"Thorin. Thorin!" I hissed.
He jumped up.
"Gilraen?" He asked.
"Yes. I am here."
His hand found mine and I held it tight.
"I have not found any way to free you, or the others. I am sorry."
"I do not want to hear your apologies. You have tried and that is all I could ask."
I sighed.
"Thorin…my father is here."
"Your father?"
"Yes. The man I once called father. He no longer has the privilege to call me his daughter. He left me and my mother and he never came back. I no longer know why for so long I searched for him."
Thorin did no say anything. I doubt anyone would have known what to say.
"Is it still safe?" He asked.
I smiled and showed him the key. It still hung around my neck. I closed my fingers around it and held my hand in his.
"The hobbit has the map. He has kept it safe."
I nodded and then asked the question I had long feared to ask.
"What will become of us? Once Smaug is dead and Erebor reclaimed?"
"I do not understand what you ask of me."
I took a deep breath.
"Will you…..will you still love me?" I asked.
He laughed and I was confused.
"My dear Gilraen…I will always love you."
I smiled.
"I know it was a foolish question…."
"There are no foolish questions. I would have asked the same."
With my free hand I reached out and touched his face.
"I love you Thorin."
"And I love you."
"I am sure Bilbo will find a way to get us out. He is far cleverer then we have ever give him credit. I believe in him."
"Aye…..I do as well. He has proven himself more then what he looks. As you have."
I raised my eyebrow.
"I knew not I needed to prove anything."
He chuckled and I laughed lightly. I softly began to sing,
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To Dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold.
He smiled.
"You remember that?"
"Every word."
"Please continue?" He asked.
I smiled and nodded.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep where dark things sleep,
In hallow halls beneath the fells
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung un-heard by men or elves
The Pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
The bells were ringing in the Dale
And men looked up with faces pale
Then dragon's ire, more fierce then fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
The fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon
Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep, and caverns grim
We must away ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him!
That was when a previously unknown guest began to clap.
"I wonder where you could have learned such a song my daughter."
This will not be good.