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Chapter 48

Magdalen's roared as she raised both hands above her head before bringing down the small sword with such a force that it could make the mightiest warrior quake with fear. She knew she didn't stand a chance against the three grown dwarves. That wasn't the point, Deamra's safety the truth of what Lord Amrus and his family were, that was what mattered. Magdalen wished nothing more than to be back in the arms of Fili once again, and for a moment of peace. But the Durin line could go on without her, she wasn't going to let Amrus win.

Thymun fast approached Magdalen, swinging a closed fist directly into her ribs. Magdalen wheezed feeling the cracking of her bones under his brass knuckles. Falling to the hard ground with a thud, Magdalen laid motionless for a moment. Closing her eyes, Magdalen spoke in her mind an old dwarven pray she had heard Dis recite before.

O Mahal,

Bless my night

For I have given you my days

O Mahal,

Bless my love

For I have given you my life

O Mahal,

If this should be my last night

Let it be filled with good ale, the love of my kin, and the joys of life

For through you I have lived a good one.

Her entire body throbbed with searing pain. Shadows were becoming more visible in her version, and she wondered for a second if this would be it for her. If this would be the moment she would finally die. Perhaps whatever gods had been looking after her were finally done with her. She had played her part in this story and this was her big exit. Though as the sharp whistle of an arrow piercing the air said otherwise.

Just as she opened her eyes two tall figures leaped from the shadows, attacking Thymun and his two guards. Two warm hands captured her face, Magdalen looked through the veil of shadows that had clouded her vision to find the angelic face of an elf. Fiery red hair draped over Magdalen's face, wide green eyes stared down at Magdalen's bloodied face in horror. Magdalen's head lulled to the soft tune of the woods echoing with the cries of battle just a few feet from her body. Long slender fingers lightly traced Magdalen's torn skin. Her crimson blood painting ivory skin. Straining her eyes the world focused on the face in front of her.

The elf's eyes closed her hand cupping Magdalen's suffer wounds, muttering an arcane language Magdalen couldn't comprehend. A warmth wrapped around the wounds, her body relaxed into the arms of the elf. Inhaling deeply Magdalen felt comfort for the first time in days.

"You must be Tauriel." Magdalen wheezed through the painful pulsing of her ribs.

Tauriel's forest-green eyes popped open in surprise, Magdalen quickly answered her unasked question. "Kili doesn't shut up about you, I could have picked you out of a crowd." She bared a smile at the elven girl.

Tauriel nodded quickly looking over Magdalen's other cut's and forming bruises, trying to hide the burning blush glowing on her ivory skin. Another elf approached Tauriel speaking to her in a hushed tone. Tauriel looked at the elf nodding, responding to them in the same flowery language they had spoken. The elf stood straight turning back into the shadows.

"Deamra, is she okay!" Magdalen felt a jolt of fear spike through her veins. Her hands shot out and gripped Tauriel's arm tightly, desperately hoping that Deamra had made it to the elven king in one piece.

Tauriel gave Magdalen a reassuring smile.

"She is fine, but you are not. We need to get you to a healer."

Magdalen slowly nodding feeling the heavy embrace of sleep calling to her. Tauriel seemed to notice this as she called the other elves.. She did not speak again, letting Magdalen slip into the comforts of slumber that called to her like a siren.

She dreamed of three golden-haired children and the smiling face of Fili.

When she woke next the warm light of day kissed her skin. Magdalen groaned as she pushed herself into an upright position, feeling the aching of her muscles as she did so. Flashing of the fight against Thymun and his men struck her mind and made her freeze in fear. Suddenly she was hit with a tidal wave of everything that had happened over the last month. The last year of her life. Magdalen had forged herself a new life, one that she was actually happy with. She gripped the sides of her heavenly soft bed as she chest contorted in panic.

"Magdalen…" A soft voice called to her right.

Magdalen let go of the blanket, twisting in her bed to find the worried face of Deamra at her side curled up in a chair. The stress that had been drowning her brain disappeared all at once at the sight of her dearest friend. A smile broke across Magdalen's face as she threw the blanket to her side racing to Deamra's side.

"Deamra!" She cried jumping up into the chair with Deamra.

Deamra laughed welcoming Magdalen in with open arms. The two women sat in each other's embrace for a second, basking in the feeling of each other. Knowing that they were safe.

Magdalen looked up at Deamra with teary eyes.

"You did it." She whispered rubbing her cheek against Deamra's.

Deamra laughed rubbing gentle circles into Magdalen's back. Magdalen's hand reached out and touched Deamra's stomach and gave the women a small smile.

"Is the baby okay?"

Deamra covered Magdalen's hand and nodded gently. Magdalen's shoulders relaxed and her friend's words.

"I think Magdalen would be a lovely name for a little girl," Magdalen commented absently, an amused smile playing on her lips. Deamra let out an airy laugh throwing her head back.

Everything was going to be alright. She had to keep believing in that.

The soft squeaking of the door echoed in the room. Magdalen quickly detached herself from Deamra's lap, putting her body between Deamra and the stranger. Through the door walked Tauriel, offering a tight smile. Magdalen's shoulders slipped from their tense defensive stance.

"Hello,"Tauriel greeted bending at the waist her ling fiery hair slipping like a waterfall over her shoulders and torso. " The king requests you in his garden."

Magdalen nodded moving to Tauriel's side, turning back to Deamra she gave a reassuring wave before leaving the confinements of their room. Mirkwood's palace felt like walking through the forest outside, the walls were beautifully woven together. The sounds of waterfalls echoing the open space of the kingdom. It was quite the opposite of the mountain kingdom she had come to know so well. Magdalen's eyes trained on the quite elf before her. She was just as fierce and as beautiful as Kili had described her to be. Magdalen could see why Kili adored her so much. It seemed that the Line of Durin had a thing for strong women, Magdalen laughed to herself.

A single worrisome thought popped into Magdalen's head as they continued their march to the elven king.

"Where is Thymun?" Magdalen wondered aloud.

Tauriel kept her head straight, the facade of a warrior held up as she spoke.

"The dwarves are being held in our dungeons deep within the palace ...He won't be able to hurt you." Tauriel spoke carefully as not to upset or offend the small human with her words.

Magdalen gulped her frustrations, tightening her fists as she did so. It was good for Thymun's sake that he was being held so far from her. While she knew Thorin would deal with her kidnappers in a just way, she couldn't help but wish for a small second alone with the scumbag. She wanted him to feel the stress and terror that he had caused her. Her thoughts were growing dark when she turned her mind away from the dwarf. A silence fell between the two women as they walked.

"Do you love him?" Magdalen broke the silence knowing she needed not to name the party she was referring too.

Tauriel glanced down at the small human behind her. Observing how her blonde hair looked like strains of golden in the sunlight, and her eyes were not pale blue as she had originally assumed. No, they were grey, made of iron. Cool and eerily calm, so calm they almost sent chills down the elf's spine. Her pale skin still holding the still green coloring that she had when Tauriel had first reached her. Yet through all the trouble, she had seen in the last week, Magdalen looked unchanged from the day Tauriel had first seen in her in Dale. Her head held high as if nothing could move her.

What a strange little human.

Tauriel turned her gaze from the girl, she smiled at the thought of the silly dwarf that had captured her heart all those years ago.

"I wish it were that simple, but in the moments that we have together." She whispered quietly, but just loud enough for Magdalen to register her word.

Magdalen hummed at her word.

"Yes, I love him with all of my heart."

Magdalen nodded in satisfaction. "Good otherwise I would have to have a serious come to Jesus meeting with you."

Tauriel met Magdalen's serious gaze, raising one majestic eyebrow. Magdalen ignored her continuing on with her little diatribe. "He's my best friend, can have a mopping Kili wandering Erebor."

Tauriel let out a small laugh looking at the ground. Magdalen reached out a hand tugging on Tauriel's stopping her in her place. The elf looked down at the human with wide eyes.

"After this is all over and I'm home, I would like to get to know you after all of this is over." A smile played on the beautiful elf's face.

She nodded quickly turning her redding face away, leading Magdalen to a gate. The gate was guarded by two elves, their faces were covered by metal leaf-like helmets. They stood straight in attention when Tauriel came into sight. She greeted the two guards with a small nodded, passing by them swiftly. Her hand wrapped around the ivy of the gate pushing it open. Tauriel stood aside as Magdalen walked into the grassy floor. Magdalen stared in amazement as the majesty of the royal garden. What was once wooden walls opened into an explosion of greenery all around her. Brilliant floral life overgrown stone structures. A small pond sat tranquility to her left the rippling of water indicated that fish swam under its surface.

"I will be just outside waiting for you," Tauriel said softly, bowing before leaving Magdalen alone.

Quietly Magdalen moved through the garden finding what seemed to be a never-ending stream of nature. Magdalen wondered if it was due to some sort of magic. Her fingers traced over the soft petals of lily-like flowers. From the corner of her eye she spotted another statue among the ivy. This one stone far above her. The gentle lines of a woman's face glowed in the natural sunlight. Long stone hair flowed around her teardrop face. She wore rich garb, and a crown of flowers rested on her head. Her left hand sat against her heart, her right outstretched to Magdalen.

"My late wife, Queen Elerrian." A deep voice rumbled behind her.

Magdalen's head snapped back to find the elven king towering behind her. His crystal blue eyes set on the statue, a mixture of love and longing stirred there. Magdalen looked between the late queen and the king.

"She was truly beautiful," Magdalen commented to the king.

The king nodded quietly, dragging his sad eyes away from the statue. "I believe I asked you to visit Mirkwood. Lady Magdalen I didn't mean in such horrible circumstances." Joked King Thranduil.

Magdalen snorted softly, crossing her arms over one another. Her hand pinched her skin, trying to keep herself calm.

"Lady Magdalen is there a reason you were being forced through my forest by three dwarves?" His voice was elusive yet still sounded tight as if he was trying to keep his emotions in check.

Magdalen cleared her throat, rolling her shoulders back. " I was taken from my home, King Thranduil. Right now there is a conspiracy against King Thorin, and I'm the only one that knows. Now that I have to get home, I have to make things right." Her chest puffed as she finished.

Thranduil raised a neatly combed eyebrow. "That was quite the moving speech, little one." He mocked.

Magdalen narrowed her eyebrows. Magdalen moved toward to stand in front of the king, her neck craning to meet his eyes. He was so tall compared to her.

"Please Thranduil I have to leave today, I have to make sure my home is safe." She pleaded with Thranduil.

His gaze turned to his queen once again. He stared for a moment before sighing and looking to the ground.

"I will call upon my council, and prepare to move. We will leave within the hour." He said finally.

"We?" Magdalen questioned.

Thranduil nodded before turning away moving out of the garden, Magdalen following close behind him.

"I would like to inform King Thorin myself about the plot on his life," He paused a smile pulling on his elegant lips.

"And I would like to see how this love story plays out, it is getting awfully boring around here." Magdalen stared wide eyed as the king disappeared. Her heart pounded in her chest, she would be back home with hours. Deamra and the baby would be safe. Dis and Kili would welcome her home with open arms. And she would get back to Fili, finally.

She looked to the statue one last time and smiled.

"King Thranduil," She called the king, stopping his movements.

Thranduil hummed looking over his shoulder at her, his platinum hair glowing in the light he stood in.

"How did you know I was from another world when you first met me?" Magdalen wondered, her eyes never fell from the late queen's statue.

Thranduil chuckled, a long elegant finger laid on his lips tapping them gently as if he were debating what to say.

"Long who a young man stumbled into Lórien. I had the honor of meeting him." He recalled fawnedly.

"He was a soldier, lost and trying to find his way home. Lady Galadriel said that his visit to Middle Earth imperative to our future. She showed his things, that not even an old elf like me, could comprehend. You share the same aura as him." He explained simple, though a great mystery twinkled in his eye.

"Our worlds are only separated by a thin veil in which only the Valar can travel. They bring people across for reasons unknown to even I. But I imagine you are of great importance to our story, just like Lord John was."

With that, he was gone, and Magdalen was left to wonder how her story would end.