Chapter 5: Seven minutes of Heaven.
Fili POV:
I couldn't feel my face, my arms felt numb in fact I couldn't move them. There was a film of white in front of my open eyes, a sticky feeling on my hands and face and nose and ears. It caught in my hair and pulled at the now dead grass still wrapped around my braid, binding the beads of my moustache together. I felt myself dropping through the air, hitting the ground with a solid thump.
"Ow, fucking hell." I heard Clary cursing, I smiled and rolled my eyes at her choice of words. Others around me were shouting at each other to get up, I fought my way free of the sticky white stuff and stood up like a foal just birthed.
Around me were my friends, weaponry slicing through the bodies of what looked like spiders in my blurry mind. Kili stuck close to me, I hadn't realised why until I saw that the sticky white stuff he was also bound in had stuck to mine.
"Get off Kee." I said groggily, he glared at me and sliced us apart, moving to help Dwalin and some of the others with a spider that was attacking Bombur. I heard a peel of laughter, Clary was giggling of course she'd find this funny.
"Look at that! I love what they did with the place." She noted, looking around before her eyes went wide. "Fili!" She cried, I killed the spider coming for her with one blow to it's face.
"Just stay close!" I told her, eyes adjust to the darkness and the chaos.
"How many times have you told me that? I should be the one telling you to stay close to me!" She replied, I nodded before running with her across the clearing to Thorin, killing a spider on the way. It turned to raining Elves, arrows littering corpses of spiders all over the ground, their boss then turning to point in our faces.
"Do not think I will not kill you Dwarf." The blonde Elf said, an arrow pointed straight at Thorin nose.
"Jeez what's crawled up his ass and died sideways?" Clary grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and smiling. "I bet it was something big or sharp."
"This sword was forged by Elves, my kin... How did you come by this?" The Elf asked, pointing Orcrist in Thorin's face.
"It was given to me." Thorin replied darkly, his hatred of the Elves coming out stronger than it had at Rivendell. The blonde's blue eyes widened as he ordered his friends about, one of them stripping me of all my knives, but one. I smirked as I thought of where that knife was, looking over and seeing Clary flipping it between her hands and fumbling to grip it, dropping it on her foot hilt down and hopping around, wincing.
"So, these are the Dwarves the girl was talking about." A she-elf said, I frowned and looked at Clary again, she wasn't there... Where was she?
"Let's go."
Clary POV:
I lay back on the bed Thranduil had given me playing with the knife I had slipped out of Fili's sleeve sheath. The Elves hadn't noticed I'd got it so far, so I assumed they thought a woman traveling with thirteen Dwarves wasn't going to be armed. Outside my door, I heard the Elves talking, leaving their posts and giving me the opportunity to leave my room. I slipped out of the door, looking both ways before taking the left passage, silently making my way to wherever it lead. In the back of my mind, I could see the Elven Throne, Thranduil perched on it watching as the guards took the Dwarves through.
"Where am I going?" I asked myself almost silently, taking another left and going towards where I smelt fresher air. As I rounded the corner, I caught sight of the convoy, Elves pushing and shoving the shackled Dwarves. I spotted the matted golden hair amongst them easily, my eyes all but seeking him out, I also spotted the sharp, angry eyes of Thorin glaring at everything that moved and even the things that didn't move still offended him. They were being led down a side corridor and a short flight of stairs, I followed silently and carefully hid from the all seeing eyes of the Elves.
I waited for a few more minutes before creeping toward the cells, all of the Elves were gone, I was about to open my mouth when a hand clasped across it. I squeaked in shock and looked behind me at Dwalin, who had a finger pressed to his lips to tell me to shut up. I brushed his hand away and sighed, looking around and seeing each of the Dwarves staring.
"What're you doing here Lass?" Dwalin hissed, I rolled my eyes and then around.
"You idiots should've stayed with me rather than running off and following Nori into the forest, if you had we'd have been out here and at the Lake rather than stuck in cells." I muttered, walking away from Dwalin and towards the cell I knew Thorin would be thrown into, I silently sat down and waited for Legolas to bring him and lock us both in.
"Are you insane? You need to get us out of here!" Bofur shouted, I shrugged and got up, crossing the dungeons and shaking my head as I crossed his cell on my way to Kili's. I leant against the wall next to him, one eyebrow raised as I looked at him.
"So, you and Tauriel eh?" I guessed, he frowned and gave me a sad look.
"Uncle will never allow it." He replied morosely, I shrugged and chewed my lip.
"He will." I argued, moving onto Fili's cell and passing the knife through the bars with a small smile. "I reckon you'll need this. My walking armoury has been raided." I whispered, he said. He smiled and kissed me softly, my lips still in their smile as he did so. "Been waiting for that."
"I know... We shouldn't have left you in that forest." He admitted, I nodded and then stepped back feeling the solid chest of an Elf behind me.
"Or perhaps you should stayed in the forest altogether."