Holding tightly onto the struggling dwarf Sirius struggled not to flinch at the scream's of pain coming from Ferin as Severus cleaned the gapping wound in his abdomen as quickly as possible with concentrated elvish alcohol.

Leaning down once Thorin struggling became sluggish Sirius urgently whispered, "if you stop fighting us I can explain what we are doing to your brother." Slowly Thorin stopped attempting to fight out of Sirius's grasp and Sirius was able to move Thorin and himself out of the way of anyone entering the tent.

Once they were safely out of the way Sirius in a soft voice began saying "Severus is healing the dwarf the stab wound was filled with dirt and grime from the battle field and the orcish blade that stabbed him. Unfortunately, because the wound is so serious he has had to clean it quickly with elven alcohol which unfortunately burns when in contact with a wound."

Relaxing Thorin turned to Sirius and with pleading eyes said, "I understand now that you are trying to save him and apologise for losing control, but my brother's wound is so grievous that I do not believe that even elven magic could save him."

Glancing over at Ferin's wound Sirius felt inclined to agree that no ordinary elven magic would heal a wound of that magnitude but his faith in Hadrian's foresight and Severus's extraordinary healing ability's prompted him to reply, "My King wouldn't have told Severus to focus on your brother without a reason.

Rummaging around in his pocket Sirius said "Thorin" before he pulled out the letter from Hadrian. Realising that Thorin wasent listening, tapping him on the shoulder Sirius brought Thorin out of his thought's and before Thorin could say anything Sirius quickly said, "My King told me to tell you to remember his warning." Quickly Sirius handed Thorin a slightly crumpled piece of parchment sealed with High King Hadrian's seal.

The next few day's were a mind-numbing routine of lugging buckets of water cleaning bandages and piling up the dead to be burnt. The smell of death and decay permeated the air until they began burning the body's and the horrendous smell of burning flesh filled the air making many wish that they had no scene of smell

Tying a scented scarf around his nose and mouth Sirius breathed in the scent of jasmine instead of the acidic sent of burning bodies that clawed at his throat. Satisfied that he could now breath without the urge to vomit with every breath Sirius began helping to pack up the camp.

Before they left a slightly crazy dwarf with an orcish axe imbedded in his head came over and shoved some parchment in his hand before leaving without saying a word. Raising an eyebrow in surprise Sirius quickly read the note asking him to meet with Thorin before the elves head back to Lothlorien.

Sliding into Thorin's tent Sirius was pleased to see Ferin awake and propped up against some cushions next to Thorin. Bowing to the two dwarf's Sirius asked, "Why have you summoned me Thorin?"

Sighing Thorin began pacing as he growled, "The other dwarven lords have decided that seeing as my people do not have a home to give us Belegost." Frowning Sirius remembered that Belegost was evacuated due to toxic mushrooms and poisonous gas.

Laughing bitterly Thorin shacks his head and hand's Sirius a letter and a box as he says, "Those are for your king." Turning away from Sirius Thorin forgetting about elven hearing whispered, "one day I will reclaim Erebor and properly thank the elves for helping my people more than our own people have."

Author's note

sorry for how short this chapter is but it was really difficult to write