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After the beastly dragon had fallen to the ground, crushing the greedy townmaster in the process, Jackie had said goodbye to Balin (who was taking a more direct underground route that would get him to the other dwarves faster) and left for the lonely mountain. Legolas tagging along in the process, for some reason reluctant to leave her presence. The two had galloped away on their own respective mountain horses that had nobly stayed put at the town during its attack from the dragon.
Now riding up to the entrance of the mountain as the sun continued to rise in the sky Jackie was saddened at the site of it's once mighty gates in ruins. My home in ruins. All her childhood memories sat within these walls. Growing up, learning to talk, learning to run. Her first prank, her first dance, her first time stowing away in the armory enclaves to avoid the annoying teachers or father urging her to practise a ballroom dance one more time. Entering it again after one hundred and seventeen years of being away, and the last time seeing was when it was first being overrun by Smaug, It was jarring.
Her overly large light brown shirt was flapping in the wind as they passed through the decimated front gates. The sound of her and Legolas's horses echoed through the empty entrance hall. She stared at the floor that was now pure gold all the way around the hall. What in the Valars name happened here?
Dwalin and Gloin appeared out of nowhere hefting their large battle axes back and forth between their respective hands in plain view of the two newcomer elves. All the while conversing loudly, or their quiet, quiet for a dwarf, conversation was being magnified by the arching wall around them. Even without their enhanced hearing Jackie and Legolas would have heard them loud and clear.
It was Dwalin who they heard first; "-Two Inbul-hibir fundhamâd-ublags (Dwarvish: Pointy-eared lembas-munchers.) huh. I call dibs on the long blondy." Jackie snorted in a very un elf like manner earning a raised eyebrow from the Prince.
"Wondir what their doin here."
"Thorin was yellin bout' how they were here fer the treasure."
"But what da ye think?" Gloin proded.
"I reckon... that Throin was a wee bit….. paranoid." Dwalin said haltingly.
"Bet yer right." Gloin said before quickly adding in in a pleading tone; "Are ye sure I can't 'ave the blond one?"
"Aye. Blondy's mine. Ye can have the lassie." Dwalin retorted a bit harshly.
"Fine, fine. But- but I bet the lassies a piece of work so she'll be a lot harder than yer pathetic blondy." Gloin said indignantly, as if trying to find some grace in his target.
Jackie just rolled her eyes at the bantering about who would kill who. Legolas, who had already reached for his bow, was getting ready to draw it back and let loose when she cut in and lowered the weapon. Then she turned to the approaching dwarves who were now about twenty yards in front of them and smiled. Knowing that there were probably other dwarves all over the room, and probably Thorin himself with weapons poised, she made sure to magnify her voice.
"What, no royal welcome? No 'Oh hey Jackie it's only been one hundred and seventeen years since we last saw each other not counting the time you had us locked up?' Not even a 'how have you been?' Wow, dwarven courtesy has gone down a lot if you go straight to killing, usually that happens around the next day." All she got was bemused stares from both the elf and the dwarves in the room for about five seconds before the two warriors broke into smiles and charged.
Legolas who was expecting an attack tried to shoot but was knocked aside by Jackie as she ran up to meet the two. They embraced in a warm and bone crushing hug, all weapons dropped forgotten on the ground and all death threats forgotten. Eleven other dwarves game into the golden hall from different points, some dropping from above, others moving out from the shadows of great pillars. All with the same huge smiles as Gloin and Dwalin.
It was Thorin who approached first, seemingly not to notice Legolas. "We- I feared the worst when we left you behind at the river and it has torn us- me appart ever since. We truly wanted to go back for you."
"It is fine I understand~" She began before being cut off admittedly by Legolas.
"But you did not." He spat.
Thorin stared at Legolas as if seeing him for the first time. "WHAT IS THIS- THIS ELF DOING IN MY PALACE!" He roared.
"Please Thorin, calm down. I know what this looks like, but please can he~" She began.
"NO. He can not stay here! He is an ELF." He repeated, scowling at Legolas who stared back with the usual elven blankness in return, with maybe a hint of amusement curling through his lips.
This time Jackie dropped all semblance of friendliness, her voice coated with ice as something dawned on her. "I'm an elf." She stated, narrowing eyes at her 'brother.' "You have no problem with me."
Thorin looked uncomfortable. "Well no, but- yes but- well- your… different."
"Hmmmm?" She hummed, raising an eyebrow.
"I just- well- I don't- I don't think of ye as an elf?" He announced feebly.
A small being, even smaller than the dwarves in the room stepped unnoticed behind Thorin's back. His footsteps were so light that not even The elves could hear his approach. He had ear length curly light light brown hair and tremendously hairy feet that seemed to be over large. He was about the size of a human child, around three and a half feet, maybe four. "I don't think you are endearing yourself to this particular audience master Thorin."
"Sush Bilbo. This does not concern you." Thorin snapped, his uneasiness gone in seconds.
The creature, Bilbo. Looked scared for a second before putting on a face of iron resolution. A strong and brave little creature. Jackie thought, smiling inward. "No Thorin, I think this does. I see no reason why the elf can not enter the mountain."
Legolas turned to the little creature with an expression of what Jackie could clearly interpret as mocking. How dare he. This small little thing is most likely more noble than that Prince will ever be in his life. And Bilbo is defending his honour. He should be grateful, no putting himself above the ….. Man?
"He's an elf!" Thorin repeated, his brain seeming to have no other response.
"We've established that." Bilbo responded smoothly. All traces of the timid little thing were gone.
"An Elf." Thorin said as if trying to make it clear, putting extra emphasis on the elf.
"Yes, and I am a Hobbit. Why is it such a problem?"
"Listen to the- Hobbit, Thorin." Jackie cut in, backing up the little half-man.
"But~" Thorin started meekly.
"I am an elf and if one of my race cannot enter then neither shall I." She stated flatly, getting another sharp look from Legolas and gasps from the dwarves.
"What!" Thorin Yelled
"You heard me." She said, crossing her arms over her chest definitely.
Dwalin guffawed from beside Throin, obvious mirth written all over his face. "Methinks the lassie has gottin ye beat Thorin."
Thorin sighed glumly and glared at the Prince of Mirkwood as if to say it was all his fault. "Fine."
Jackie broke out into a laugh and wrapped the seething dwarf in a hug. "I knew you'd see it my way."
"I still don't like him. And I'll glare at him every second he's here." Thorin growled, as if needing to redeem his case and insure his reputation as elf hater.
"You can if it makes you feel better." She responded, eyes closed and nearly suffocating the dwarf in the bone crushing embrace.
The sun was just starting to hide itself behind the misty mountains when all thirteen dwarves became officially drunk. It was only around seven, not that the occupants of the lonely mountain could tell.
"Isn't it a bit early to be this intoxicated?" Bilbo yelled over the din of singing dwarves. Jackie just laughed, the little hobbit had clearly no understanding of dwarves.
"They are too far gone to care master Hobbit. Tomorrow when they are sober with splitting headaches you may scold them all you wish." She called back.
Bilbo was sitting on the other side of the royal drinking room, a small hall shaped area in the midst of many vast tunnels and passageways under the Mountain. It had great stone walls and a giant cedar table running the length of the room in the very center. Barrels of various Ales were lined up along either walls, with the exception of the walls with the towering double doors and a small, punny servant door on the opposite end. All along the walls sitting above the ale barrels were bright lanterns casting light all over the room. A massive light glowed above the heads of everyone in the room.
Making his way over to her the little Hobbit looked a little jilted by all the commotion the dwarves were making. "Are they always like that?" He asked imploringly.
"Always" She nodded, an expression of mock seriousness clouding her face.
The Prince of Mirkwood watched the transition with a somewhat neutral gaze, not helping, and promptly ignoring the small flame of jealousy that burned in his chest. The Hobbit let out a ring of laughter, small and meek compared to the booming voices of the vile dwarves. A few moments later Dornessiti followed, not with a small trilling laugh that barely reached his elven ears as he expected, but a loud, joyous one filled with mirth almost matching the volume of the despicable drunk creatures.
There was so much about her that he had yet to know. It bothered him how little he- how little anyone knew about her. Her long, slightly wavy silver hair always shone with a certain light to it. Always, and she was never very…. open with her body like other elves were, making sure to wear a shirt that covered her entire midsection, and seeing her without the typical leather cuffs was near to impossible. Her mannerisms were strange and her temper was easy to ignite, but at the same time not. She was a mystery and he wanted to know more.
He watched as Thorin, Fili and Kili wabled over to Dornessiti. He stopped himself from cutting them to ribbons, how could they so casually talk to her? And why were they so welcoming to her when they first arrived?
Thorin's words were slurred as he talked but Legolas could decipher him all the less. "Jackie yur HOme!" He cried out. The rest of the dwarves fell silent and Legolas narrowed his eyes. Home? "YO EVERYBODY!" he yelled, drawing the attention of everyone in the room for a few precious seconds. "THE PRINCESS UNDER THE MOUNTAIN HAS RETURNED!"
A round of cheers echoed through the chamber and various calls for more ale.
Kili spoke next. "Yu know we sniff really missed eh you."
Fili then carried on. "And then the dragon attacked an-and sniff you were gone an- sniff and we thought we lost you an-and I was so scared and I-I~" He burst out crying and his twin brother followed suit.
Instead of scorning them as Legolas would have he watched in confused awe as Dornessiti just smiled, pulling them closer to her. "Shhh, shh Mime titta as (Elvish: My little ones.) I am here now, and I have no intention of leaving you."
The two blubbering dwarves clutched her tighter and nodded. Legolas was bemused. He had heard what she had said; My little ones. She knew these dwarves on a deep and personal level but how~
His thoughts were cut off as one by one the dwarves all collapsed or fell asleep, leaving only the two elves and the hobbit a wake. Dornessiti left the room promptly after through the small servant's door.
"What was that?" Jackie froze, thinking she had left unnoticed.
I took a few seconds for what he said to register. When it did she just sighed audibly. "This is becoming rather tiresome, wouldn't you think you agree, your highness?"
"You were~"
"Talking with a dwarf? Hugging a dwarf? Loving a dwarf?" She questioned, her voice dangerously close to a yell. Silence was all that greeted her statement.
She sighed once more. "You really must get over that bit."
"But why- with the dwarves- why~" He began again
"You're a smart elf, smarter by most at least. You'll figure it out." She said negletantly, eyeing the end of the passage before continuing.
Legolas reached out swiftly, wrapping his arm around her waist firmly before yelling; "WHAT ARE YOU HIDDING!"
Jackie turned around swiftly, loosening the male's hold on her before stomping down hard on his foot and replying with a shoot of her own. "By the Valar Legolas! Are you that fucking stupid? The answer has been in front of you this whole time!" She took a deep breath, then turned tail and spoke normally the rest of the way down the hall. "When you put the pieces together come find me."
Legolas stared at the disappearing form of the elleth that was such a mystery to him. Princess Under the Mountain…
Bard herded the refugees of Laketown through the winding, ruined streets of Dale. After the Dragon fell all the strange visitors that had stayed so briefly had left before Bard could truly comprehend what was actually happening. It was seriously disorienting. Above them the lonely mountain stood in the distance.
Alfred approached him cautiously. He resisted the urge to punch the man in the mouth, instead he let him speak. "What are you thinking, Master Bard?" He asked timidly
Bard paused before answering the question. "That the dwarves must hold up their end of the bargain or we shall surely perish."
In the Kingdom of Mirkwood Thranduil sat on his throne, staring stone faced at the trembling messenger below him. "-the dragon Smaug is dead my Lord~"
"What?" Thranduil asked sharply, turning his full attention on the poor elf.
"The dragon, Smaug. He is dead and the dwarves have been reported moving into the lonely mountain once more."
Thranduil sat in silence for a while, everyone in the room staring at him.
"My Lord?" The messenger asked.
"... Prepare the army for march."
"My Lord!" One of his advisers exclaimed from off to the side.
"We are marching to Dale. I…. require a few things from the dwarves."
Jackie woke up early that morning to the sound of boulders grinding against each other. Running to the entry way of the grand mountain she saw the dwarves piling large chunks of rock over the entrance. Thorin stood overlooking the work.
Walking up to him she didn't even bother greeting before asking him; "What in the world are you doing?"
"Protecting our home, our family."
"By building a wall?"
"It will protect us from those in the world who wish to have our lives, and my treasure. My treasure Jackie. I will not let any enter, I will not let any out. My treasure must remain safe."
Done! Yo people, I actually update before the deadline this time! Tell me what you think in a review. Thorin finally lost it, Legolas has cracked the big mystery and Thranduil is coming!
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