I'm vaguely aware of my own screams fill the sudden silence. I reach out my arms hoping to grab onto something and I do. I catch a piece of stone which stops me crashing into the fallen stone head below. I let out another scream as I feel my left arm pop out of its socket from the sudden stop. Miraculously, I am able to keep my grip. All manner of voices from all direction scream my name. I look up and see Thorin's face look down at me in utter horror but he's too far to reach up to. Andy looks positively mortified. I look down and it's still too far to drop. I panic as my arm becomes too sore to hold my weight.
"Guinevere, let go." Thranduil's voice calls up to me.
I look down to see him standing almost directly below me "Are you crazy?!" I call down
Gandalf's voice booms over my voice "Do as he says, Guinevere"
I trust Gandalf. I close my eyes and let go. I let out yet another scream which stops when arms wrap around me.
"Gwen!" Thorin screams
"You're not making a very splendid figure as King under the Mountain are you? Thorin, son of Thrain" Gandalf asks Thorin.
Thranduil moves me over to his elk quickly and sits me on the floor and kneels down next to me. Bard drops down at my other side. Bard says something to me but my attention is drawn to Thorin.
"Never again will I have dealing with Wizards! Or Shire rats" Thorin shouts down to Gandalf "Return my Queen to me, now!"
Thranduil grips my arm to get my attention and a scream bursts through my lips and he drops his hand. "Gwen!" Thorin screams again.
I ignore him and turn to Thranduil actually a little apologetic "My arms dislocated" I tell him.
He nod and grip my arms and pulls hard and pushes a little, I literally feel the pop as my arm goes back into the socket. The pain makes tears spring to my eyes.
"Oh God, that hurt!" I say breathlessly and put my hand on my shoulder and move it tentatively.
"You are fortunate. If you did not catch yourself you would be dead right now" Thranduil says seriously as he helps me to my feet then looks up at Thorin with rage.
"Are we resolved" Bard shouts up at Thorin also standing "The return of the arkenstone for what was promised"
"Return my Queen" Thorin repeats.
"She can't climb up to you" Bard says angrily.
"I said return her! She is mine!" Thorin screams.
I look up in shock at the tone of his voice. Andy has shrunken away from the Dwarf King and is looking at him as if he is crazy. He is crazy right now.
I look over at Gandalf wide-eyed he looks back at me concerned. "We will return her with the arkenstone" Bard says.
Thorin looks like he is genuinely contemplating on giving in to the demands the moment Bard says that. "Give us your answer! Will you have peace or war?" Bard asks
A raven lands on the barricade and Thorin looks at it then down to me. I plead with him with my eyes. "I will have war" Thorin says.
"Wait what? Have you completely lost your mind!" I scream up at him, I literally feel my blood flush into my face and my hands shake violently. Wrath will meet wrath! It worked with my damn parents it can work with me!
"If war is what you want, Guinevere will also be a prize" Thranduil calls up to a rage filled Thorin.
I wrench myself free "I am not a prize! You entitled bastards!" I scream at all three of them.
The anger rises when I hear marching footsteps and turn slowly. "What now?" I snap
"Dwarves!" Thranduil says angrily
"This is slowly becoming the worst day of my life" I mutter
"Go hide" Bard says to me.
"You have no right to tell me what to do" I seethe
He gives me a hard stare "Hide, Guinevere!" He jumps onto his horse and rides of with Thranduil.
I turn and contemplate how do get up back into the mountain. I walk towards Bilbo's discarded rope and stop. Do I want to? That's not my Thorin up there… but I need to bring him back. I also need to look after Andy.
"Gwen" I look up at Andy
"Wrap the rope around your waist and we'll pull you up" He says
I feel the colour drain from my face "I don't want too… what if you drop me?"
"I will not let you fall" Thorin states.
You did push me to begin with. I don't say that out loud. I grab the rope and wrap it around my waist and tie it tight and wrap it around my wrist with my good arm. I gasp as someone pulls and it tightens around my stomach. When I'm level with the rampart arms wrap around my stomach and pull me over. I drop to my ass on the floor and breathe heavily. I open my mouth to thank them when Thorin slams his mouth onto mine. I push him off when he starts to get a little too enthusiastic.
"Woah, woah! Stop it, Thorin! Jesus Christ, what is the matter with you?" I snap at him.
He blinks for a moment before standing back up and walking away from me. I hear voices coming from the other side of the rampart. I ignore them. I look at the other Dwarves and they look at me almost guiltily and embarrassed for me, Fili, Kili and Balin especially. I just smile at them like nothing is wrong.