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Chapter 45

Fili hardly slept a wink that night. His thoughts were filled with images of a future with his dear Magdalen by his side. He was to the point of almost giddy as he lay in his bed that night. It took everything in him to keep himself in the confinements of his room. When Fili rested his head on his pillows he found his dreams filled with visions of three beautiful blonde haired children. An older version of Magdalen wrapped his arms as the three little girls watched on with delight. When he woke in the morning he prayed to Mahal that it wasn't a dream at all, but a call from his future. He found that there was no nothing more in the world that he wanted more than his Magdalen.

Quickly after he woke, Fili sprinted to prepare for the day. He dressed in his deep red robes-he knew Magdalen adored his red robes- and placed his crown on his head. Fili stopped to check his appearance in the mirror. In only a few short hours he would be free to love Magdalen openly, have her by his side for the rest of his days. Fili froze when he opened the door to find the not so amused face of his uncle.

"Thorin," Fili smiled sheepishly.

Thorin grumbled, shaking his head as he pushed past his nephew. Fili groaned to himself as he closed the door behind his uncle. All hopes of seeing Magdalen squashed. His shoulders dropped as he followed Thorin.

Fili turned to find Thorin slowly pacing the space of his living room.

"I thought we were meeting in the dining room." Fili question slightly irritated by his uncle's sudden appearance.

Thorin grumbled rubbing the long hairs on his chin. Fili knitted his eyebrows, it was obvious Thorin was on edge about something. Fili was weary about what that something was. A heavy silence fell between the two as Thorin continued his pacing.

"Thorin is something wrong?" Fili asked stepping into Thorin's path.

Thorin stopped on the edge is his heels, his jewel eyes darken with worry. Thorin hung his head, his finger pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I assume you've made your decision." The baritone voice rumbled in the quietness of Fili's room.

A spider like chill crawled up Fili's spine. He shifted his weight standing up straighter than he had before. "I made my decision long ago, it's only now I get to choose her." Fili said with all the regalness of a king.

Thorin tightened his lip, looking away from his nephew. Fili did not back down.

"Magdalen has proven herself time and time again. SheShe will be ten times the queen Tearsa could ever wish to be. This is my choice, Thorin. Magdalen is my choice." Fili's chest puffed.

Fili was expecting to hear another anger gruff from his uncle. He was prepared to fight tooth and nail for Magdalen. Instead Thorin threw his arms around Fili, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. Fili blinked unsure what to do for a moment. Slowly he relaxed into the hug questioningly patting Thorin's back. Thorin took a step back keeping Fili at arm's length. Reaching into one of his pocket's Thorin brought out a familiar small silver chain necklace. Thorin took Fili's hand letting the necklace slipping into his palm.

"Magdalen will be a great queen. I have no doubts about it."

Fili stared down at the necklace in his hand, gently cupping it in palm. Thorin clasped Fili's shoulder again.

"Come now, Fili, the people will be waiting." Fili couldn't deny his smile as he followed in his uncle's path.

His mind wondering to a pair of cool eyes. The eyes of his future Queen.

When Magdalen woke she felt the cool stele of iron shackles on her wrists and ankles. She groaned, her head bobbing limply as she tried to gain control of her muscles once again. Her face aches and pushed with each movement. Dry blood caked corners of her face and hair. The distinct smell of iron and fire burned in her nostrils. Her stomach churned as her vision became clearer. Much to her horror the dimly burning torches illuminated the downtorn figure of Deamra. Magdalen couldn't imagine the state of her person right now as she looked on at Deamra motionless body. Ginger hair was disheveled and tangled. Brown blood came in patches over her green sickly skin. Magdalen breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her moving chest. Deamra was alive.

"Deamra!" Magdalen tried to call her, but found her voice hoarse and strained.

Magdalen painfully swallowed some spite trying to relive the dryness of her throat.

"Deamra!" She called again this time a little force behind her voice.

Deamra's head began to sway back and forth, stirring at Magdalen's voice. Deamra groaned lifting her head as if it were a thousand pounds.

"Ma-Maggie." Her voice was quiet and raspy.

Magdalen shuttered a breath of relief.

"What happened? Where are we?" Deamra's voice grew frantic as she looked around at the dengy cool cave they found themselves in.

Magdalen pulled on her chains hoping they would loosen, to no avid. "I don't know, but we are going to get out of this. I promise." Magdalen muttered.

Though it was a promise to Deamra, it was more a promise to herself. She was going to get back to her home to her family, to her Fili.

From the darkest area of their captivity the squealing of rusted iron filled the space around them. The echoing of footsteps approached. Deamra's eyes met Magdalen, tears rolling down her cheeks as she began to sniffle. From the shadows emerged two figures. A stone dropped in Magdalen's stomach, fist clenched not containing her.

"Where are we, Amrus!"Magdalen spat lunging at Amrus and Thymun, who stood behind the lord like a statue.

Amrus ignored her marching past her questions, moving to stand in front of Deamra. His hand gripping her chin, though she flinched away from his touch. He peered over his shoulder, making sure to make eye contact with Magdalen. A sinister smile curled on his smile, his beard tugging as he did so.

"My, my what a beautiful scene." He tapped Deamra's cheek lightly.

Deamra's teeth snapped at Amrus's fingers. He quickly pulled his fingers to his chest. Magdalen's chest swelled with pride, she let out a small laugh. Thymun knocked the butt of his weapon into Magdalen's ribs. Waves of pain rippled through the meat of her side. She bit her lip, tasting the iron as she did so. Though she cared little she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of her pain.

Amrus stalked toward her, his eyes wild and painted with a lusty pride. His fingers reached out stroking her grime covered her hair.

"Tied up and still acting like a wild animal." He tsked, shaking his head. His gaze met Thymun, his eyes searing into Magdalen's skin. "We'll just have to break you, like a wild ram."
Amrus held her chin. "You will learn, little one. And if you don't, I'm afraid the consequences will not be good."
She stared at the ugly face before her. Magdalen pauses, then she spit in his eye."Then kill me already, I would rather die than be your wife."
Amrus's face grew red. Magdalen prepared herself for his strike. Though it never came, instead Amrus wiped away the spit laughing as he tucked away the handkerchief.

"Fine Thymun show her what happens when she refuses me."
He nodded turning toward the small fireplace that lit up the small space. From the burning fire he a branding iron, Magdalen gritted her teeth preparing herself for what was to come next. Instead of going toward her his path was set toward Deamra.

"No," Magdalen whispered when she realized what was happening.
"Stop... STOP!" She screamed as Thymun torn away Deamra's clothing to get a clean shot of her skin.
Amrus held up his hand stopping Thymun. He looked back at her.
"Keep your hands off her! I am the one you want, let her go."Magdalen begged pulling at her chain, iron banging against stone as she did so. Only to have her chain dig deeper into her already bleeding wrists. Amrus bent down once again holding her chin, grinning wickedly as she did so.
"I will tell you once again. You will be my pet, and you will serve me in our new home. Without complaint. Is that understood?"
He stared down at her. Deamra's cries shooting through her. She swallowed her pride.
"No harm will come to Deamra?" She questioned
"No harm will come to Miss Deamra, if you obey me."
Magdalen hung her head nodding slowly. She could hear Deamra's soft protest but ignored them.
"I will." Was all she could muster.
Amrus patted her head before pulling her to her feet by her throat. He held her close, smiling at her the whole time.
"That's a good girl. I do believe we will be quite happy together. My little pet.."
He pressed her lips into his. She stood frozen, helpless as he moved his mouth against hers.
It was hellish compared to Fili's kiss. She could not think of him. His eyes as she handed Thorin her necklace. His smile when she spoke Of her loyalty to Erebor. Did he think she abandoned him? That she didn't love him? Would he look for her?

"Where is Lady Magdalen?" Thorin called again, waves of whispers from the balcony began to mount.

Kili glances at Fili as he bounced on his heels, anxiously awaiting Magdalen's arrival.

Where is she? He thought in his mind.

Sure, Magdalen wasn't the best with time. But he had expected her to be waiting at the doors to claim her prize. There wasn't a doubt in his mind about his brother's choice. Kili imagine there was little doubt in Magdalen's mind either. So why wasn't she there?

Kili eyes Lady Tearsa as she stood at the steps of throne beside her uncle and father. His eyes narrowing as her eyes met that of her uncles, a small smile playing on her lips. Lord Amrus stepped forward. "My King of the opponents does not show, perhaps she has withdrawn her claim?" He question.

Kili's wide eyes snapped toward Thorin, the King's posture straighting with disgust as the Lord spoke. Though it was Fili who got to Amrus before Thorin. His brother's eyes were darker than he had ever seen as he spoke.

"Magdalen had not withdrawn her claim, she will be here." Fili spoke the last part of his statement more to himself than the obnoxious lord.

Amrus lowered his head, not speaking again. A few more passed when the door finally opened. Though from behind it emerged Dwalin almost running down the pathway. His steely gaze did not met anyone other than Thorin. Thorin stops rushing to met Dwalin. The captain spoke lowly, his face paling as he did so. Thorin glances back at Fili, his own face slightly green. Calmly Thorin nodded turning back to his throne. As he strolled up the steps Fili rushes to his side, but Thorin held up his hand silencing any questions.

Thorin looked to his people.

"Crown Prince Fili's announcement will be delayed." His voice boomed.

A moment of silence falling over everyone, until a wave of chaos washed over the room. Fili rushed to his uncle's side demanding answers. Kili stood to follow his brother, his mother's hand shooting out to stop him. Fili staggered back, he shook his head before running down the walk way to Dwalin's side. The pair heading toward the door. Thorin almost looked like he was mourning. Panic filled his chest. He bounced on the balls of his feet. He bounded forward forgetting his mother. He reached out grabbing at his uncle's arm.

Thorin paused slowly looking over his shoulder. His face solemn as he answered Kili's unspoken question.

"Magdalen's missing." Was all he said before slowly following after Fili and Dwalin.

Kili's blood was on fire. He stood still his mother quickly catching up with her brother. His eyes followed to The Rus Clan as they quietly conversed with themselves. That same small smile played at Tearsa's lips. His fist clenched, someone had taken his best friend. He knew it in his heart, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.