Hello again! I'm on chapter five, I love all you people who chose to read my story. Shout out to another follower! Kuroshi Ansatsusha87.

I do not own the books (I have to repeat that every time.) or Legolas or Thorin or Tauriel or Thranduil or Dwalin or Balin or Kili or Fili or Dori or Nori or Ori or Oin, Gloin or Bifur or Bofur or Bombur oooooor Bilbo. Whew! I have a challenge to the readers, memorise all the names of the dwarves, if you already know them all, screw you for taking the fun out of declaring a challenge. In this chapter I start to pull away from the plot of the movie, if you choose not to read the authors note and then give me shit for changing the plotline I will be seriously pissed. I write these things for a reason!

WARNINGS: Language

Running down the hall Tauriel, Jackie had to stop herself from laughing. The dwarves had escaped last night and had obviously taken her suggestion of the wine cellar. Depending on when they got out though they could still be in danger. Tauriel obviously had no clue what happened, she may be a friend but she was loyal to the throne and would have reported an attempt at escape if she had heard their conversation, thank Thrian that they spoke in dwarvish. Banging open the door of the wine cellar Tauriel looked so mad that Jackie actually had to grab the wall for a second and school her features into one of cool nonchalance, although she deemed it safer if she stayed at the doorway and watched as Tauriel yelled at the key keeper. Kicking the poor hungover elf she turned back to Jackie just as the Prince rounded the corner.

Rounding the corner the prince took in the scene in front of him. Tauriel standing over the key keeper, her face expressionless but her eyes full of anger. And then there was Dornessiti leaning against the wall and bending over. Arms wrapped around her core, her lips pulled into her mouth making a thin line, obviously an attempt not to laugh, humor written everywhere on her face. It took her a second to realise he was there and he watched a seh jumped off the wall and tried to look as serious as possible, anf failed miserably.

"I casar sam- úsiérs, -n sav- -ite arë imi i celusindi. (Elvish: the dwarves have escaped, I believe they are in the river.)" Jackie did a double take, how in the world had Tauriel known they would escape through the cellars? Looking back in the room she saw the wine-barrel platform still moving. The idiots.

Legolas, Tauriel and herself ran along the river's edge, the dwarves and their barrels were close ahead.

"Holya i andon! (Elvish: Close the gates)" Thee prince shouted.

The guard sounded the alarm for the gates to be shut and the guards on the other side of the river closed them just before Thorin and his company could get out. She heard Thorin cry in frustration. The elves began to close in on the dwarves that she called her family. Scanning the elves around her she was just thinking how many she could take down before they got her when a black arrow hit one of the elves with a satisfying thunk. Making eye contact with Tauriel one glance was enough to confirm her suspicions, Orcs.

All hell broke loose when they poured out of the trees, their crude weapons at the ready, evil faces sneering down on the elves as they engaged in battle. Ice clouded over Jackie's vision, cold swept through her veins, she could feel it moving through her, all emotion removed from her but desire to kill every one of these horrible creatures who took away her chance of ever having a normal childhood. Sometimes she was actually grateful because she had her family with the dwarves but looking on their faces, anything that might have redeemed their ugly hearts vanished.

She lost all control, killing Orc after orc after orc, she was cut in the arm once, she didn't notice, an orc managed to get a long deep slash down her back, she barely felt it. One after one they fell. Nothing could bring her out of this horrible icey state of bitter sweet revenge. Or, nothing had been able to.

A cry came from on the bridge, a very dwarven cry. Pausing from her current task she turned and looked toward the gate way. Kili fell to the ground, an orc arrow embedded in his chest. Shooting the orc that dared hurt any member of her family she began to run to Kili's side, making it almost all the way, a great distance from where the others still stood, when another group of troublesome orcs charged at her.

A pure elven arrow hits the orc beside her, the prince landed lightly on his feet and continued losing arrows from his quiver. Kili, in his weakened state managed to pull the lever down before collapsing once more onto the ground of the gate. Killing the last orcs who remained fighting the elves Jackie turned and began to chase after those who followed the company.

Legolas had stared at first when Dornessiti went full out kill mode. He had never seen that side of her before, ruthless, bloodthirsty, like she held a personal grudge. When she ran ahead to the gates he followed a minute afterward. Now she followed him as he jumped onto the barrels the dwarves were using as a flotation device. He had been half tempted to let them die but it was orcs that were doing the attacking and anything, even the flea-bitten monstrosities called dwarves were better than them. Said dwarves were doing surprisingly well, using the weapons they had picked up along the way. Flipping onto the bank to stab an orc there a dull thud came from behind him. The one called Thorin had thrown an axe that landed dead center in the middle of the back of an orc who had an arrow notched and pointed at his back. He just stared as the river picked up pace, what had he done that made the dwarf save his life?

Turning once more he saw another arrow coming in his direction. This time he watched as a beautiful arrow shot it out of the air, impaling it to a nearby tree. Dornessiti then turned to the dwarf that had threatened his life and prepared to kill it. "Dornessiti, dartha! Si a -imë coina (Elvish: Dornessiti, wait! This one we keep alive)." As if his words triggered something in her memory she ran full sprint back to the gates, leaving him with the orc. He glanced at the vile creature, as if hoping it would give answers, in return it just shrugged.

Falling down beside Kili, Jackie stared at him for a second, she cursed herself for forgetting him. "Kili, kili, respond please. Tha refuse oz Zal oz lug your duk ass Khrum da sirk Fraed oz mirkwood oz heal othok. (Dwarvish: Kili, kili, respond please. I refuse to have to lug your ugly ass all the way back to Mirkwood to heal you.)"

"Tha don't know that would... Mer.. pretty funny. (Dwarvish: I don't know that would... be.. pretty funny.)" Came the ragged reply from the dwarf in her arms. She could tell he was in pain.

"Shush now little ein, Tha var heal Nar get othok Fraed oz your quest, worry not. (Dwarvish: Shush now little one, I will heal and get you back to your quest, worry not.)" She spoke softly. She felt Legolas's presence behind her but she really didn't give a damn. The arrow wound was deep but did not pierce his heart or lungs. "Tha need oz pull ill out now little ein. Ill var hurt, Tal' me Kolun need Mer. (Dwarvish: I need to pull it out now, little one, it will hurt. Hold me if need be.)" Asd far as she knew it was no crime to speak dwarvish so the Prince had no legal way to get her in trouble.

"Just Kav ill already, Tha trust othok more than Tha probably should, champion. (Dwarvish: Just do it already, I trust you more than I probably should, champion.)" She smiled a little at the old nickname, a small, almost invisible scar on her wrist reminded her every day of how the name came to be hers. She only had three scars, three more than any elf should have. The long ugly one that she kept hidden from everyone save family, the small one on her wrist and the one on her neck, that started just behind her cheekbone and ended behind her earlobe. Elves aren't supposed to scar, most, don't even know they have the ability to be. It's next to impossible, but can still be done. Only events that should have killed them leave scars, and most elves do die. The scars are to show that said elf cheated death and by all means should not be alive, that they are now a freak of nature. Three scars, that's unheard of, first time, your lucky, second time, the smallest sliver of chance but three scars, three different times not dying? Impossible. The dwarf in front of her was probably not that lucky either.

Yanking the arrow from Kili's side she ripped the leg of her pants off from the thigh down. Ripping it into one long bandage like thing before wrapping it around the dwarfs chest. She heard Legolas cough lightly, ripping off a pant leg for another elf was rare but a dwarf?

"Taren legolas, manka lle naa about a' ask amin mani i' hell amin naa doien helpien y' Naugrim amin strongly advise lle a' il-. Amin'm pissed, scared ten' multiple someone's eithel beien ar' ie' i' tyela en' amin rope yassen stupid, racist questions no' naugrim (Elvish: Prince Legolas, if you are about to ask me what the hell I am doing helping a dwarf I strongly advise you to not. I'm pissed, scared for multiple someone's well being and at the end of my rope with stupid, racist questions on dwarves)." Too tired to use full elvish she glared at the ground.

Yanking the elf up he stared at her, anger written in his features. "How dare you, you are a lowly common elf, nothing. You are going to give me answers now. Why do you help or even know these ugly, greedy, filthy things. Amin feuya ten' lle (Elvish; You disgust me)." He could barely speak to her, until she spat out something in a language he didn't even know.

"Abrâfu shaikmashâz! Me asnân tada Mahal duhû kansu tah. Tha var tell othok olkodran eron my past! (Dwarvish: Descendant of rats! You are proof that Mahal has a sense of humour. I will tell you nothing of my past!)" The dwarf behind her snorted, blood bubbled up from his mouth.

"Speak in a language I can understand pe-chanas. (Elvish: Idiot)." He spat back at her.

"Pedin i phith in aníron, a nin ú-cheniathog. (Elvish: I can say what I wish, and you won't understand me.)" He stared at her agast before she returned to the unknown language. "Kakhuf inbarathrag. Me dubul ma samnirmî kasab du zantulbasn bintablagi. (Dwarvish: Goat turd. You are so simple you could not sell a pie to a starving hobbit.)" She looked so mad it was almost funny. Throwing her hands in the air she walked straight up to him and shoved him backward, doing nothing because of his superior size and strength. She was obviously too caught up in her rant to remember to speak common tongue or elvish so just continued speaking in what he assumed must be dwarvish from the way the dwarf behind her was smirking. "Kili'th Anym tul at stake Nar thamar ath passuroz insults. Ghoran me ov your pretty face var Mer lare more than E memory when Tha yol done ulro othok. (Dwarvish: Kili's life is at stake and we are passing insults. Help me or your pretty face will be no more than a memory when I am done with you.)"

When she turned around he let out a small snort, earning a glare from the elleth in front of him. Hair a bit knotted you could only tell if you looked close. One pant leg missing, and anger rolling off of her in waves, her face even the slightest bit red no one could blame him for laughing.

"Help me carry Kili to the nearest flet. Please." She said in an obvious attempt to calm down. Deciding to bait her he didn't respond. "Now. Or Valar help me I will return you to your father in a box."

He stood in the doorway and watched as the silver haired elf layed the dwarf down on the bed of the small hidden flet. He knew Dornessiti knew dwarves but the way she held this one now was like he was precious to her.

"Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth. (Elvish: May the blessing that was given to me be sent from me to him, may he be released from death.)" Jumping into the room he stared at her agast. That healing incantation was the most dangerous to use, but it was the most powerful and from the look on the dwarfs face he needed it. The arrow was poisoned and because it hit him in the chest it would take another hour max before he died.

"Pusta! Si kav- nahta- -idë! (Elvish: Stop! This could kill you)"

"Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth.

Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth." She continued as if she didn't hear him. She was committed to the chant now. To bring her out would be to kill her for sure. "MENNO O NIN NA HON I ELIAD ANNEN ANNIN, HON LEITHO O NGURTH!" She was practically yelling now. Pulling back she was panting completely out of breath. He watched as the black poison in the dwarfs veins slowly recede into nothing.

"Jackie?" Came a weak voice from the bed. Tears streamed down her face as she pounced on the poor dwarf, hugging him tight to her. He just stood there and watched, something he seemed to be doing a lot lately around her. Dornessiti's eyes were shut tight as she buried her nose in the dwarfs hair. She was softly rocking back and forth, small bursts of strangled laughter occasionally coming from her mouth.

"Othok can let Harath now. (Dwarvish: You can let go now.)" The dwarf said, looking a bit surprised, but smug all the same, probably what he himself looked like most of the time, Legolas admitted to himself.

Dornessiti slowly let go of the dwarf. "I'm going to go get water. From the stream. Down there. So." She said in common tongue so both elf and dwarf could understand her. She was looking at him as if just realizing he was there. Whipping one of her eyes she hurried out of the room. Leaving him alone with the dwarf that should be his prisoner with the full knowledge that he hated their entire race. Probably not the smartest move.

"Do you know what she said to you?" The dwarf asked.

"No."

"She called you multiple things actually," He turned to the dwarf on the bed, who smirked at the prince's show of interest. "The first time she said; Descendant of rats! You are proof that Mahal has a sense of humour. It was quite funny to watch."

The prince growled, glaring at the smirking dwarf.

"She also said you are a goat turd. Oh and that you couldn't feed a starving hobbit a pie, but you probably don't know what a hobbit is so that insult was wasted on you."

"You are a very annoying thing, do you know that dwarf?" The prince asked. Already ready to bash the dwarfs head into the wall. "How do you know her?"

Kili stared at the blond elf in the doorway. He knew who he was, Legolas, prince of Mirkwood and heir to the throne. Seeing Jackie chew him out in dwarvish had been amazing but now, well he was scared for her well being. There was a reason she went through hiding her past, changing her name, fake betraying her family, and learning how to control her emotions. So no one figured out her past. And if the prince figured out? Well, she'd be done for.

"It is not my place to tell you elf. If she has not told you in all her years of working in your blasted forest then she will most likely never tell you." He glared at the elf. "And if you dare touch my karr'a (Dwarvish: Sister) ever again I will make you wish you died long ago." The prince yanking his karr'a's arm up, holding her in a hard grip continued to play in his mind. It was only once, and Jackie can handle herself but that didn't mean it didn't make his blood boil.

In that moment Jackie ran back in, any trace of her crying had vanished. Now looking alarmingly like the other elves, unearthly beautiful, even with her ripped pant leg she looked amazing, of course it was a talent she seemed to have, looking amazing no matter what. Even after the… incident she looked, bloody, bruised, broken but beautiful in a weird way.

A wooden bowl was in her hands with water, she brang it to his side and offered it to him. Taking it from her hands he drank from it greedily. Raising her eyes to meet the prince's he wiggled his eyebrows, making sure to convey a smirk into his eyes, the look on the elf's face was worth it, even if it did mean choking on his water and probably a even worse temper tantrum from the overgrown baby.

"Rhaich! (Elvish: Curses)" Jackie, cursed herself. How could she be so stupid. Standing up and turning to the prince, who had a rather mad expression on his face but snapped his head in her direction when she spoke, "The Orc! And the other elves? How could I be so stupid!" The Orc they had tied to the bottom of the tree and just left him! And the other elves! If they found them Kili would be turned in. Not goog, not good, not good, not gooood.

Legolas watched as Dornessiti ran to get her bow and her arrows. He never put his down, not trusting the dwarf at all. Dornessiti had a good point, the Orc, although they had tied the knots, may have been able to get out. And the other elves were surely looking for them. But despite the danger Dornessiti should not be fighting. She had used way to much of her energy on healing the stupid dwarf, if they did end up in a fight or she over exerted herself then she would enter the sleep-death state, or worse. He moved past her quickly, grabbing her weapons before she could reach them.

"-Idë úva ea men qe isse. (Elvish: You will not be going anywhere)" He spoke softly, but in a final tone.

"Anat, Legolas. (Elvish: But, Legolas)"

"Ui. (Elvish: No)" He said again. Dornessiti looked ready to punch him but he didn't move. Sighing in defeat she looked up at him in annoyance, trying to glare at him but his superior size completely ruined the effect. She was small compared to him, he noted.

"I indo -imë á san? -N i ala Kili's lendë. (Elvish: What will we do then? I will not leave Kili's side.)" He narrowed his eyes at her last sentence. If she really wanted to stay she would.

"Teréva, ni am going ana cesië apa i orc. Emme indóme termáre- símen silomë. (Elvish: Fine, I am going to check on the Orc. We will stay here tonight.)" Her eyes visibly widened, she most likely did not expect him to stay, he was a bit surprised himself, the words just spilled out.

Climbing down the tree swiftly he stared at the orc for a second. Still there, but only barely, just as his feet lightly hit the ground the Orc broke free of the last frayed rope. Drawing an arrow and firing at the Orcs chest and head, it fell over with a satisfying clunk. Staring at the Orcs dead carcass he was seriously dreading pulling the two arrows out of the things body when they flew right into his hand.

Staring at the two arrows in his hand he realised he had used Dornessiti's arrows and bow. Dwarvish writing, or at least what he thought was dwarvish writing was burning softly on the arrow tip, fading quickly as if it had never been there.

"Ka really tul E piece eron tira isn't Ka? (Dwarvish: He really is a piece of work isn't he he?)" Kili asked as soon as the prince left.

"Othok Zal lare idea, Ur then Narhe, Ka was raised by thranduil. Like Ka'az like kadan. (Dwarvish: You have no idea, but then again, he was raised by Thranduil. Like father like son.)" She replied, smirking.

"Inbul-hibir fundhamâd-ublag (Dwarvish: Pointy-eared lembas muncher.)" Kili spat.

"First eron, yir da heck, Tha yol E Inbul-hibir fundhamâd-ublag, second, Ekor Kav othok know yir lembas tul? (Dwarvish: First of, what the heck, I am a pointy-eared lembas muncher, second, how do you know what lembas is?)" She said in a fake hurt tone leaning away from him and putting a hand over her chest.

"Fimm castar says da Ork got out Nar your prince had oz shoot Kaad. (Dwarvish: Five castar (the money currency in Middle earth that Tolkien created) says the orc got out and your prince had to shoot him.)"

"Othok change da subject Kili (Dwarvish: You change the subject Kili)" She spoke pushing his shoulder lightly with hers, earning a hiss of pain.

"Sina pilindi was made bime dwarves! So were ilya tye others! Care- vamme nimeár- me ni am raica an ni saw i lettering on i tolde yare -yes returned ana mime kamba. Nimeár- me manen tye got, mana picinauco gave -yes ana tye ar whime! (Elvish: This arrow was made by dwarves! So were all you others! Do not tell me I am wrong for I saw the lettering on the head when it returned to my hand. Tell me how you got, what dwarf gave it to you and why!)" The prince burst through the branches of the flet that made a door.

"Whime care- tye have mime arrows cundu (Elvish: Why do have my arrows prince)" She said in the coolest voice she could muster. She was at the end of her rope with emotional patience today, she was happy at the beginning, laughing at Tauriel's expense, then she, along with the other elves, almost captured her family again, then she was attacked by orcs, then a member of her family was shot, then she used up more energy then she cared to admit healing his wound. Honestly it had just been emotion after emotion after emotion and she was done.

"Oi! There's a dwarf in the house, speak in a language we can all understand or not all, the both of you." Cried a Kili who was also at the end of his rope with all this elvish talk, he would like to know what people were speaking around him!

"You, dwarf." Legolas demanded as if just remembering that he was there, something that Kili honestly wasn't surprised about. "Where did she get these arrows and from who? I suggest you answer." He snarled.

He looked at Jackie who was staring at him, her eyes begging him not to say anything. He smiled at her, how could she expect him to betray her, even if it was the simple matter of an arrow, after all that she had ever done for him? "I understand you are royalty Kakhuf inbarathrag (Dwarvish: Goat Turd), but I do not care in the slightest. Get used to disappointment, pointy-eared elvish princeling, you will receive no knowledge of my sister from me." He spat, crossing his arms over his chest. Pointy-eared eyes widened, he probably didn't expect to be defied now did he.

Jackie slapped her head with the palm of her hand. The whole point of denying the prince knowledge about her arrows was so he didn't link it back to her family. Curse all dwarves and their big mouths.

Duh duh duh! Kili, kili, kili, you have a good heart my dwarf but you just dug the hole even deeper.

What did you all think? Tell me! So far I've been posting much more than only once a week but I'm going to keep that as the minimum, so at least you can count on me at least once a week.

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