Hi guys! New chapter, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit.
Also, I don't like the Hobbit version of Legolas. His face is flabby, he doesn't look like an elf, and he has zero personality. Roast me. Sis, if you're reading this, sorry but it's my opinion.
I slowly came too; the spider had injected me with something that had knocked me out. I couldn't see anything because the web had glued my eyes shut, but I could hear. Raspy voices talked around me. "Kill them, kill them, kill them! Let's eat them while the blood is still running!"
"The hide is tough, but it could be juicy inside. Stick it again!" Something snaked down the outside of my cocoon, and I violently bucked, feeling something poke me.
"The meat's alive and kicking!"
"Kill them now! Let us feast, feast, feast, feast!"
"Feast!" The voices - I guessed it was the spiders - chanted. I could feel the spiders tearing through the silk and I tried to scream, but web filled my mouth instead of sound.
I heard a soft noise, and the attack stopped. "What is it? What is it?" I could hear the spiders fleeing. A few moments later, I heard slicing above me and I fell to the ground. I tore the cocoon open and sat up, clawing spider silk out of my eyes.
"This isn't ever going to come off, is it?" I mused, rolling a strand of sticky hair between my fingers as the other dwarves freed themselves around me.
"Where's Bilbo?" Asked Bofur.
"Up here!" We all looked in relief to see the hobbit silhouetted against the dying leaves, but I shrieked as a spider appeared and tackled Bilbo. More spiders came out of the trees and pounced on us. I quickly grabbed my daggers and was about to hurl one at a spider when I remembered the first orc I had killed. Black blood spilling out of its chest, my own blade buried in it. "Mahal." I grabbed my quarterstaff and whirled around, cracking it on the head of a spider sneaking up on Bofur.
Another spider lunged at my head, and I dropped to the ground, rolling away and springing up from behind. Swinging my staff, I slammed it into a tree, turning away as Nori thrust his sword into its head.
"Clear!" Thorin called, and we were about to run when more spiders dropped from the trees.
I heard something creak from above; I jumped back as an elf slid down the silk one spider was using as a rope and crashed onto the monster, the momentum propelling him forward. He crushed the spider's head into the ground and rolled forward, aiming straight at Thorin. I turned too late; the rest of his elves had taken out the rest of the spiders and were aiming at us as well.
I cursed under my breath; one thing Father had never been able to keep Mother from teaching me was Khuzdul oaths. "Do not think I will not kill you, dwarf," the lead elf said to Thorin. "It would be my pleasure."
Something in my gut, very unlike me, wanted to punch the smirk of the elf's pretty face.
A scream broke through my hatred; Fili turned. "Kili!" he shouted.
Kili tumbled into view, a pack of spiders on his heels. I tried to run and help him, but one of the elves blocked me with a frown and an arrow.
Another elf ran onto the scene, her red hair streaming behind her as she began to kill off the spiders. Kili turned to see a spider approaching him. "Throw me a dagger! Quick!"
"If you think I'm giving you a weapon, dwarf, you are mistaken." Finishing off the spider she'd been dealing with, she wheeled around gracefully, her knife flying into the spider's forehead. The creature stopped and sagged to the ground as the elf girl smirked proudly. Kili stared at her, eyes wide.
I hated her.
"Search them," the head elf ordered. The guards promptly obeyed, one relieving me of my staff and knives.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically. The one gave me a blank look, and I shook my head. A little condescendingly, I have to admit. I was usually pretty mellow, but this quest was bringing out other shades of me; the one that wanted to rile this elf up, for example. After a quick conversation between the head elf and the redhead, then one between the head elf and Thorin, the elves marched us to the Palace of Mirkwood.
The dwarves cursed their elven captors as they were shoved into cells. Kili turned to the redhaired elf as she was about to shut his cell door.
"Aren't you going to search me?" Much practice with flirting made it easy to keep a straight face. "I could have anything down my trousers."
The elf's eyebrow was quirked as she replied. "Or nothing." She shut the door.
Oh well. Another shot, another miss. Flirting had always been a sort of hobby with Kili; not that he had been particularly interested in the woman. Something about the creamy skin and high cheekbones of elves turned him off. Also the height difference. The height difference often disturbed him - something about having to look up at someone - but that was something he'd be willing to work over if he was really attracted to someone.
Of course, there was Edolie. She was only about a head taller than him and even though she was quiet and even troubled, he could feel the stirrings of quite the personality between the surface. She'd also proven herself as a loyal member of the Company. He looked across the hall to see her in her cell, sitting near the bars. Her gaze was fixed on something on the wall and she was nursing her wounded arm.
He was about to say something, but the door banged open and Thorin was shoved into a cell. The anticipation rising in Kili was quickly squelched upon seeing his uncle's murderous look.
"Well?" asked Balin. "Did they offer you a deal?"
"They did." Thorin looked smug.
"What did you say?" Asked Edolie.
"I told him he could go ishkh khafke andu null. Him and all his kin."
Kili chuckled as he saw Edolie go pale, but the momentary glee quickly evaporated at the full realization of what Thorin had said.
"Well, a deal was our only hope." Balin sighed.
"We're never going to get to the Mountain," Ori said quietly. Kili could see Edolie nod. Kili understood well enough.
They were going to be stuck here forever. Mahal.