Elrohir's ears perked up when he heard rushed footsteps. Immediately he unshealth his sword. I looked at my alarmed nephew before putting a hand towards his sword, "We are among friends, Elrohir. No one could come inside."
A half-ling placed a hand to his chest when he saw a sword pointed to him, "Oh my."
Bilbo tried to calm his beating heart. He turned to me with worry on his face. I heard my nephew sheath his sword as I went to the hobbit. I asked, "What's wrong?"
Bilbo swallowed, "I...The humans of Laketown are in Dale and now there are elves."
I watched as Bilbo pull out something from his robes. My eyes widened as I whispered, "The Arkenstone."
I grabbed hold of the stone seeing it shine between my finger tips, "Bilbo... You have the Arkenstone."
Bilbo nodded, "Yes, yes. Now I have an idea to do with it. Thorin took back his word with the men of Laketown."
My jaw clenched. Elrohir frowned. Bilbo continued, "I plan to give this to Bard and Thranduil to bargain with Thorin."
I could feel in my bones that this would be a bad idea. I seen the two have the stone but I didn't know how they had it. My visions are popping up more as the quest is coming to a close. I searched my brain for any ideas. Any ideas to make it safe for anyone who holds the stone. Even though Thranduil called me garbage, I wouldn't want to place the sick king's wrath on him. Bilbo gestured to where Dale is, "There is a large army of elves as well as angered fishermen. Thorin proposed war between Erebor and them."
A tumble vibrated the grounds. I spoke," This isn't good. I need to go and stop this non-sense."
I was about to push past Bilbo but he grabbed my arm, "Don't! Thorin is long gone from his mind. He will hurt you if he sees you."
I growled, "He has not seen the wrath of a powerful elleth. He needs to see there is going to be a bigger enemy than just men and elves. They are coming."
I pushed the hobbit's hand away. I rushed down the steps and two pairs of footsteps followed me. Bilbo called out to me, "Miriel! Wait!"
I ignored the calling from the hobbit. Elrohir tried, "Auntie, listen! The half-ling is right you cannot barge in there."
I stopped turning to the two quickly. My silver hair fanned around me. I argued, "My child, there is a war happening and these foolish men need to bury the hatchet and fight for what is actually coming. The line of Durin will survive and will not waste their energy on something primitive as this."
Bilbo clenched his fists around the fabric of his robes. He will leave tonight to give the Arkenstone. He seen the dwarves ready themselves for war. He was given the mithril chain tunic. He does not want any war between any of them as well. I turned my heel and continued to my course where the king's halls filled with gold would be. From there, I'll head to the gate where I am sure the company would be. Elrohir stayed closed lipped as he followed his aunt.
My eyes narrowed on the sick king. I hid behind a pillar. The company seemed restless. Elrohir whispered, "I don't think this is a good idea, Auntie."
I whispered back, "If there are elves at the steps of Erebor then I have a feeling it is that wretched king. Already the two have ill against each other."
During this time of watching the company, it became dawn. I could hear Bard's and Thranduil's voices from below. I cursed under my breath as I knew who gave it to them. I told him I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. I watched as Bilbo came out of the shadows, "It's no trick. The stone is real. I gave it to them."
Thorin turned around to the hobbit. I watched the interaction and I could see Thorin is going to harm Bilbo. As he started to drop his weapon, I came out from behind the pillar. I marched to the dwarves, "If you harm that hobbit, my king, I will not be afraid to harm you."
Thorin stopped in his tracks. Everyone turned to the new voice. Thorin sneered, "An elf, Miriel, protecting a thief."
I twirled my daggers in my hands. The silver glint reflected from the light. I stood my ground, "Thorin, this is not the battle you should be fighting. There is a bigger enemy than the men and elves."
Thorin scowled, "I don't believe you."
Elrohir came out of the shadows, "Better believe her, dwarf. Her visions never lie."
Thorin sneered, "I have two elves in my halls."
Dwalin saw me twirl my daggers again. I growled, "Threaten my sister's son and I'll be sure to threaten back."
Thorin spoke steely, "Is that a threat?"
I didn't answer. Thorin ordered his kin, "Throw the hobbit and elves from the ramparts."
When Thorin noticed no one was moving, he grabbed his sister's eldest and tried to make him move. Fili pushed his uncle off of him. I moved closer to the company. My sister's son followed me with a few steps back. Thorin turned to the hobbit, "I will do it myself."
I quickly went between the two of them. Immediately Thorin's hands went to my tunic pulling me to the ledge. Dwalin sprang forward grabbing his king's hands. Dwalin growled, "Don't you harm her, Thorin!"
Elrohir was a step behind Dwalin. Dwlain reacted faster than he. Gandalf's voice boomed across the land, "If you don't like my burglar and elf then please do not damage them. Return them to me."
I struggled with the dwarf's hands clasped tightly against my tunic. Dwalin used his dwarven strength to push his king off. I felt my heart beat against my chest. My eyes met Dwalin's while Gandalf continued speaking to Thorin, "You're not making a very splendid figure as king under the mountain, are you, Thorin, son of Thrain?"
Gandalf continued, "I am sure Dwalin would not want you to harm his wife."
Thorin glanced down at me noticing the marriage braids and beads nestled in the braids. He slowly released my tunic and Dwalin helped me up looking me over. He whispered, "Are you okay, Armarline?"
I nodded. Dwalin pushed me behind him to hide me from Thorin. He doesn't want his wife where he can't be with her. Bilbo looked behind Dwalin catching my sight. I shooed him, "Go. Take Elrohir with you."
Bilbo glanced beside him seeing my nephew who was already frowning. Elrohir took one look at his Aunt's face and nodded. Elrohir grabbed the hobbit's arm taking him to the side. Bilbo started to go down. I pushed from behind Dwalin to go near the ledge. My silver hair moved with the wind. My eyes met Gandalf before swallowing. I never told what happens to this many people. I never thought of what the consequence would be. I raised my voice, "Listen!My name is Lady Miriel of Lothlorien. I am daughter of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. I am saw what would happen if we keep going down this path. If you want to save the lives of all three of your kins then I suggest putting your swords towards the bigger enemy. The orcs of Gundabad are coming. Put your differences aside for now."
I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. A voice came from below, "What are you saying?"
Gandalf answered for me, "She is a see-er just like her mother. She can see with visions of the future. Telling us and preventing what would happen have dire consequences but it seems the lady accepted whatever the consequences would be."
I turned to the company, "Please. Listen to what I have to say. Do not do this."
Thorin saw in the horizon when a raven landed on the ledge. Balin followed his gaze and breathed out, "It's too late... Our kin has arrived."
I turned my head to look seeing Dain and his army on the hill top. I cursed under my breath turning to the king under the mountain, "You will lose more than you would like if you keep going down this route."
Thorin snarled, "I will have war."
Dwalin looked at his leader knowing what would happen if he kept going this way. Dwalin didn't join in the cheers of his kin when Dain called a battle between the elves and men. I let out a cry, "He's here."
I could feel my mark pulsate. Thorin turned to me, "Who?"
I reached to my shoulder feeling the pain worsen. Dwalin placed a hand ontop of mine. He answered for me, "It's the pale orc, Thorin."
Thorin looked down below seeing his cousin and the elves working together to fight the orc armies. Fili called out, "We must help them! I'm going down."
I glanced up seeing Thorin having an internal battle. His long time enemy is at his doorstep. Gloin called to their king, "Thorin!"
Thorin grimaced like it hurt him to say it, "Let's fight with our kin."
He looked like he wanted to stay and protect his gold but if what the female elf said was right then he should fight his old enemy. With those words leaving Thorin's mouth the dwarves immediately got ready to head down. Dwalin looked with concern to his One, "Are you alright?"
I nodded, "I will be once he and his son are dead."
