Hello again, as I've said before, the least you will hear from me is once a week. For those of you reading this, I know it's chapter four but I honestly did not think that this would get any views but I do see a few so I just want to say thank you for reading this.
I don't own any one made by Tolkien sadly, but I do own Jackie and Thrain the Father. Everyone else was made by Tolkien, I actually searched up Thorin's family tree. The main plot line is Tolkien's as well, I'm still working on a way to legally rule his usiverse, Mwa ha ha ha ha! Ahem, any way…
WARNINGS: Foul language but then again, there are dwarves in this chapter.
"Leave ill (Dwarvish: Leave it)! This is no Orc dungeon. These are the Halls of the Woodland realm. No one leaves here, but, by the King's consent." Thorin heard Balin cry as he was escorted to a cell. "Did he offer you a deal?" Balin asked him as soon as the guards left.
"He did. I told him he could go ishkh khakfe andu null (Dwarvish: You may die in dragon fire (the same as saying burn in hell)). Him and all his kin!"
Balin sighed in defeat beside him. "Well, that's that then. The deal was our only hope." Thorin wasn't really listening, he was staring out the cell door, counting down from ten in his head. 8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1… and enter!
Just as he finished thinking it Jackie and the redhead elf came into the prison area. Jackie had her silver butt length hair in the typical elf style, a half ponytail at the back of her head, she had traded out her spider blood covered hunting uniform she was in earlier for a casual white dress that fell down to just past her knees with brown leather wrappings criss-crossing around her waist showing her smooth leg skin that brown boots that came up to her thighs did not cover. In the same shade of brown she had leather cuffs around her wrist with lines and insignias carved into the fabric. Two thin daggers were sheathed on either side of her that must have been hidden underneath her uniform before. Her bow, quiver and arrows were the only thing that stayed the same from her earlier outfit. The redhead elf on the other hand had not changed at all.
"It's not your only hope Balin." Jackie said softly, a small smile lighting up her features. Thorin couldn't help but smile as well. That was how his sister should look, not worried or scared like she did in the forest.
All the dwarves ran up to the edge of their cells pressing their hands out to reach for her. Some happy, some angry. Walking to the edge he said the only thing he could at the moment. "Tha'm so happy oz Ival othok Narhe Nir Thorok health karr'a. (Dwarvish: I am so happy to see you again in good health sister.)" stretching his hand through the bars.
"Nar Tha othok Kronul (Dwarvish: And I you brother.)" Turning to her friend she pulled her closer to the door of his cell. "This is my brother Thorin Okenshield. Then in that cell over there are the troublesome twins, Fili and Kili, oh and there is Dori, Nori and Ori over there. The one with the white beard beside Thorin is Balin and the one beside him,"
"The one who looks like he's about to kill you?" Her friend interrupted.
"Yeah him, that's Dwalin. The fat one, he's Bombur. Sorry." She added as if an afterthought. Thorin and most of the other dwarves couldn't care less, they were too preoccupied at trying not to laugh at the way Jackie was explaining them.
"No problem lass." Bombur replied, a smile on his face as well.
"Then these two are Oin and Gloin, that's Bifur right there. And last but not least is Bofur." Jackie smiled even bigger as she looked down on her dysfunctional family. Sure it may not be ideal circumstances but she was still seeing them again. "Dwalin, Balin, Kili, Fili, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and Thorin, this is my friend Tauriel, she's never been outside of Mirkwood. You can trust her, I trusted her with most of my past which is not an easy thing to do here."
Tauriel smilled. "I've heard so much about you guys!" Was all she said before she went off to talk to Kili. Soon everyone was talking and laughing together. Jackie smiled at Thorin who caught her staring at him. The chances of Tauriel accepting them had been low but she had trusted her friend and she came through, she could tell even Thorin was starting to like her.
Legolas looked around the party, thousands of elves were milling about or dancing. Bright colours bombarded his vision from everywhere, sunshine yellows, sky blues, vibrant greens, sunset oranges, stark white, midnight black were all over the place. His father was talking with some nobel elf in the corner in his normal royal attire. Legolas himself wore his usual forest green outfit. He was not however looking at the colours, he was looking for two elves, neither of which seemed to be at the party.
Walking to the edge of the ballroom he pulled aside a guard "Isse arë Tauriel -ye (Elvish: Where are Tauriel and) Dornessiti (Dwarvish: Princess)?"
"-Ite nér sén andú- -nna gador isse i Casar arë návë hampa. (Elvish: they were seen going down to the dungeons where the dwarves are being kept.)" He replied.
Frowning, the prince went down a few flights of stairs and found his way to a balcony overlooking the very selves of the horrid creatures.
"-in that cell over there are the troublesome twins, Fili and Kili, oh and there is Dori, Nori and Ori over there. The one with the white beard beside Thorin is Balin and the one beside him," Dornessiti was speaking at a fast pace. He heard all the names save one he realised counting the names in his head, he did not know the thirteenth, the one his father questioned.
"The one who looks like he's about to kill you?" Tauriel interrupted.
"Yeah him, that's Dwalin. The fat one over there, he's Bombur. Sorry." She added as if an afterthought.
"No problem lass." The one who was called Bombur replied, a smile on his face, looking around he saw that all the other dwarves looked like they were about to laugh.
"Then these two are Oin and Gloin, that's Bifur right there. And last but not least is Bofur." Dornessiti resumed, a small smile growing bigger and bigger on her face. How in the world did she know the names of these dwarves? "Dwalin, Balin, Kili, Fili, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and Thorin, this is my friend Tauriel, she's never been outside of Mirkwood. You can trust her, I trusted her with most of my past which is not an easy thing to do here." She continued. So she did trust Tauriel with her past. But then how did she know the dwarves?
Tauriel smilled. "I've heard so much about you guys!" Heard so much about dwarves? He laughed to himself. Yeah right. No one in their right mind willingly talks about these things. Tauriel moved off to talk to who he assumed was either Fili or Kili after Dornessiti's rapid pace introduction.
After moving around Dornessiti was able to position herself in front of all her precious dwarves, Legolas just stood silent in the shadows, knowing that he would learn more from watching than barging in. Tauriel went to sit behind her friend and then what he had been waiting for came. Stories of the past.
"Remember that one time I visited," Dornessiti started, "you guys made me put the twins to bed and give them a shower?" A chorus of laughter bubbled up from the dwarves ugly mouths. "I'm still trying to get green slime off my butt! Honestly, first they shove me into the shower, next they dump green slime on my head, I had to use a net to drag them back into the bathing rooms! A fucking net!" Legolas almost fell off the ledge, did an elf just curse in such a way? And what was she going on about? Science when did she visit dwarves?
"Oh yes lassie," the one named Bofur said between fits of laughter, "dwarf kind well tell that story for years to come. You made our ancestors proud with all the language you used." Another fit of laughter echoed around the room Dornessiti fell into Tauriel's lap, tears of laughter streaming down her face after a few more dwarvish remarks were made.
They stayed up talking for a long time, the prince tuned out, going over and over what he had heard in his head. Dornessiti knew the dwarves, she was speaking with them in a familiar way, she had been in their homes, who else would she have had that, that shower incident. The dwarves began talking about something called a hobbit. He didn't really care. He was just staring at Dornessiti.
Tauriel, he noted, was trying to act like she was comfortable but was failing miserably. She continued to look at the sky, when the moon reached its highest the party would be over and there would be no excuse for their absence.
As if reading his mind she spoke in quick elvish. "Dornessiti, i Isil, -ië amna -ssë aicalë (Elvish: the moon is almost at its peak)."
The Dwarves looked confused at the sudden seriousness in the tone of the redheaded elf. "Do you know Elger (Dwarvish: Elf)" Thorin said, "what your friend's last name means?" Tauriel just looked at him. Legolas returned his full focus to the conversation below him. "Dornessiti," he continued, "is a word in dwarvish." For the second time that night the prince did a double take, all the time he had thought he was saying her last name he had been really saying a word in dwarvish!
"Princessto be exact." The dwarf with the white beard commented. Legolas was even more stunned. He had been calling a lowly silvan elf guard princess for the last two thousand, nine hundred and something years!
Getting up from her kneeling position and brushing off the back of her white dress Jackie turned to Tauriel. This had been the best night she had had in a long time. "Tha wish Tha could set othok free alas Tha Kav not Zal da keys. Ur anek bilbo othok spoke about, Ka can tread lightly Nar tul E burglar, Tha var try oz Nadra Kaad. Ka can steal da keys Nar set othok free. (Dwarvish: I wish I could set you free, alas I do not have the keys. But this Bilbo you spoke about, he can tread lightly and is a burglar, I will try to find him. He can steal the keys and set you free.)" Pausing she thought for a second, contemplating what rute they would be able to escape with that the elves would not look. If they did get out of course and this Bilbo delivered. "When othok get out (Dwarvish: When you get out.)" Choosing to use past tense instead of if. "Harath oz da wine cellars, get Nirlak da wine barrels Nar Zal someone pull da levrumm. That var dump othok Nirlak da river, Kolun othok ath not stopped othok daar Mer able oz get Khrum da sirk oz Wunder town. (Dwarvish: Go to the wine cellars, get into the wine barrels and have someone pull the lever. That will dump you into the river, if you are not stopped you might be able to get all the way to lake town.)
Thorin nodded and Jackie left. Tauriel stayed with one of the dwarfs, Kili, Legolas assumed. Legolas just stood there staring at Dornessiti's retreating back. What did he just witness?
Walking the long beautiful hallways of the Woodland realm he did not stop to look at the finery. Making a beeline to his father's throne room he passed leaving guests and stone faced guards. Because elves do not need sleep Thranduil was sitting on his throne, looking like he was meant to be there since the beginning of time. When Leglas entered the room he could feel his father's cold stare on him for a second before he rose and walked toward him.
"I arë -idë carila hí Yón? (Elvish: What are you doing here)" The king asked.
"Á -idë ista i Casar i ronta imi -cca vanda arë Návatar? (Elvish: Do you know who the dwarves you hold in your prison are Father)" Legolas responded, wanting answers.
"Á -idë? (Elvish: Do you?)" The king said. Usually Legolas awed his father in his ability to keep his voice and face so calm. Now he just wanted to punch said face until he got the answers he knew his father had. He did not know their leader because he did not arrive in time, and if he did not know the leader he did not know the rest.
"Ui Návatar, -n sin quer- lye an ista. (Elvish: No father, I now turn to you for knowledge.)" He eternally cringed at how formal his words sounded but his father was quick to anger and even the smallest form of disrespect could result in his calm controlled aura disappearing into one of rage, so formal was needed.
The king smiled, Legolas could tell he at least somewhat enjoyed holding back information from his son. " Manan ma a elda héra ap- insë -va -o Casar (Elvish: Why does a elven prince concern himself with knowledge of dwarves?)"
"Cestaedas Návatar. (Elvish: Curiosity father.)" He said, gritting his teeth together. He knew that his father knew that he hated dwarves and that him saying it was curiosity was a bunch of orco múco (Elvish: Orc dung). But no way was he going to tell his father what the little bit's and pieces he knew, that would lead to the conversation he had overheard in the forest of Jackie leaving to investigate Dol Guldur, that would get her kicked out of the guard and then he would never know what her past was like. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much but it did.
"A quende cestaedas -o a casar? Mana -nya aranië tulurya -nna? (Elvish: A elf curious of a dwarf? What is my Kingdom coming to?)" The king said, never changing the tone of his voice. Punching him was becoming more and more appealing.
"Návatar, fasta- faila nyar ni i i úvanima haconna arë -ye -n indo lesta- -idë." (Elvish: Father please, just tell me who the ugly bastards are and I will leave you.) He pleaded. The smile on his father's face grew and his hand had to clench the fabric of his tunic to stop himself from giving his old man a punch. That didn't mean he couldn't imagine the scene.
His father stared at him a moment as if reading his mind then turned and began to walk back to his huge throne. "-Ita condo -ië Thorin Okenshield. (Elvish: Their leader is Thorin Okenshield.)"
Knowing that he was just dismissed from the room Legolas ran to the parmassë (Elvish: Library). The parmassë was a giant room in the boughs of an even bigger tree. Lanterns hung from branches that made a canopy over the area at least twenty feet above his head, moonlight shone through the leaves giving it an unearthly look. Thousands of books were arranged neatly along the shelves that ran all the way up the walls, every six feet or so there was a platform made from the same wood of the tree that ran all along the side of all for walls, a grand staircase leading up to each of them. Going to the very back of the parmassë where all the books and scrolls were kept on dwarves back from the days that they still had peace in between the two peoples. This area of the parmassë looked like no one set foot in it unless they absolutely had to.
Looking through the scrolls and books he found a few that satisfied his needs he went to the nearest desk and began to read. The first book he chose was: The Royal Dwarven Lineage Through the Ages. Flipping through it quickly he stopped at the last few entries, hoping to find at least one mention of Thorin Okenshield.Dáin I, 2440 - 2589, children; Grór, Frór and Thrór. Legolas smirked, very original names. He continued to the next entry. Thrór, 2542 - 2790, children; Thráin II. Thráin II, 2644 - ?, children; Thorin II, Dis (Female), Frefrin. Thorin (II) Okenshield, 2746 - , children; .This was who was looking for. Thorin Okenshield, the current King Under the Mountain. That explained why the dwarves were journeying through Mirkwood, they were returning to Mirkwood after one hundred and seventy one years. He had forgotten that dwarves may not be immortal but one hundred years is young for them, they would just be breaching adulthood then.
He no longer needed the other books now that he knew who Thorin was but what of the others? The twins must be related to him so after a fair amount of searching he found another book, scroll to be exact; The Royal Family Tree of Dwarves Under the Mountain. Unrolling it slowly he looked down the line, Durin (I) the Deathless, Durin II, Náin I, Under every name was their date of birth and down a few he stopped at the first one that had more than one child. Thráin (I) the Father. He only had two lines coming from his name, one continued one did not. Choosing to ignore the one that did not continue he looked at the other and followed it down. Glóin, Óin, Náin II. This is where it split again with two children, both continued so he took the one on the right first. Borin, Farin. Again it split in two. The first one, Fundin continued down to Balin and Dwalin. Three dwarves down including Thorin, ten more to go. The second line was Gróin which led down to Óin II and Glóin. Another two down he thought wryly.
Moving back up to the split under Náin II. Following the left line down it went Dáin I before it split again in three. The same as before, Grór, Frór and Thrór. Frór had no children and following down Grór's line he had no one from the group of dwarves down in the cells. Following Thrór's line down it went; Thráin II and then split into three again. Thorin II, Dis and Frefrin. Frefrin and Throin's line did not continue yet but the sister, Dis, her's broke down into two. Fili and Kili. So seven of thirteen in dwarven company were of the royal bloodline, and one of them was the actual king. How in the world did Dornessiti know them?
Going back to the shelves he began looking for anything about elves and dwarves; The Dwarf-Elf Relationship, Elves and Dwarves, The Elven-Dwarf population and many others of the same subject. The early morning sun had replaced the moon when he finally left the parmassë, his biggest question still unanswered.
Ok, so there was a lot of Legolas POV in that chapter, more than I thought but yeah. When he was looking at Thrain the Father's line, who do you think would have been the uncontinued line? Guess. If you guessed our amazing OC then you are correct! Poor Legolas, if he had looked at her line all his questions would have been answered. Oh well.
What did you think of it? Also, I'm sorry that was shorter than expected but I felt that it had a good ending.