I noticed Bard, who was standing in a corner. He looked confused and clearly didn't know what to say or do. I would be as shocked as him, there were indeed 12 dwarves, a hobbit and an half-dwarf,half-elleth bein in his house. Some of the dwarves indeed tried to talk to Bard but they stopped as soon as they noticed Thorin's face. Finally Thorin said "You said you have weapons." Bard nodded and left the room. He came back with a big bag. Bard opened it and I noticed old fishing hooks, blunt axes and knives that suited better to the kitchen-table than into a fight. I noticed the dwarves big distress as they began shouting at Bard. "He tricked us!"

"He is a lying bastard!"

Each one of them had something to say. Thorin sighed and yelled loudly "Be quiet!" Other dwarves were silent in one heartbeat. He turned to Bard and said "There are no weapons." Bard only replied "These are the best ones, you can get. The good ones are guarded." We soon learned, that the master of Laketown had them kept in the guards house. Nobody but him can get near them.

While other dwarves sat down and sighed, Thorin pulled me with him to talk with the old dwarf. "Balin, we have to get the weapons," he said. I was happy to found out the his name. He seemed to be wise, predicted, not as hot-headed as other dwaves were. Balin nodded and said "We can't go before the night rises." Thorin replied "Tell the others. Make sure Bard will not find out."

We sat near the fireplace, while Balin started whispering to other dwarves about our plans. Thorin face was full of worry as he watched the flames. I sighed. I never expected for my life to turn out this way. I felt bad for leaving Thranduil. We had our dissagreements but I knew I had hurt him with my leaving. I almost shivered from fear when I thought about it. He would be mad. I knew I was so-called kidnapped but I could have fought back.

Then there was Bard. I could tell him about the dwarves and their request. I could tell him I was kidnapped, but in the end I would end up in Mirkwood and I didn't know if I wanted that. What I did know, was that I wanted to see Erebor with my own two eyes, to walk the halls my father used to walk.

Thorin noticed the distress on my face and he asked "Is it really that repulsive to sit next to a dwarf?" I was shocked. I had never expected a question like that. I replied "I am a dwarf too." He nodded, but then said "No dwarf would bind himself with an elf, especially that elf." He was repulsed. "You know nothing!" I yelled. I noticed how the other dwarves talking stopped and they were all in shock. For them I was yelling at their leader. I sighed and stood up. I felt Thorin's hand trying to pull me back but I said "I am just going to the kitchen." I was relieved when he let me.

"Are you alright?" asked Bard's daughter Elisa. I had been sitting in the kitchen for two hours, just looking at the wall. I smiled and said "Yes, ofcourse." Elisa sat down next to me and said "You had a fight with your loved one." I was shocked and asked "Loved one?" She nodded and replied "The man, who other dwarves look up to. He is your loved one." I laughed briefly and said "It is nothing like that." Elisa laughed too, but then said "Yes, it is. The way he looks at you, it is love." I was about to argue, tell her that there was no love, when Thorin walked in to the kitchen. "Come," he said.

Bard's house was not big but Thorin still managed to find a dark corner, where nobody would see us. "You are coming with us tonight," he whispered. I nodded and tried to walk back to the others but Thorin had me in a strong grip. "Why are you with the elf?" he asked. "I.. " I tried to mumble an decent answer but I couldn't. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't my decision but the words just didn't came out. Thorin sighed and let me go, but before leaving he said "He can never give you everything you want, you need fire and emotions." I tried to laugh but it was lame. I asked him "Why do you think you know what I want?" He pushed me against a wall, leaving me breathless. All I could think about was his body against mine. I felt muscles. Thranduil's body was fit, but it was nothing compared to Thorin's. He was big and I felt even more smaller. Thorin whispered to my ear, his hot breath tickling my ear "Cause you are full with even more fire."

He then left telling me to come join with the others. I felt as if a brick had fallen to my head. I was dissapointed and even surprised for that I wanted to get back close to him. I bubbled with emotions. That was something Thranduil could have never done. I felt sparkles but with Thorin it was pure fireworks, even greater than the one's Gandalf loved to make.

I tried to go back to the other dwarves and Thorin but a man stopped me. Bard. "I need to ask you something," he whispered. I nodded. He then asked "What are the dwarves trying to do really?" I sighed. I knew, Bard would figure out that we weren't telling the truth. He was a smart man. "Trying to visit our homeland, what else?" I tried to sound confident but if there was one thing I wasn't good at, it was lying. Bard then said "I heard a name, Thorin. Are they reffering to the King Under the Mountain?" I laughed and said "No, what are you talking about? He is long gone." I quickly walked away from him before he could ask any more questions. I knew he would figure it out sooner or later.

Thorin nodded at me as I walked in to the room. I sat down next to him and said "Bard knows something is wrong." He nodded, but then said "The night is almost here. We don't need him anymore."

I heard Bard putting his children to bed, soon he left for bed too. Thorin stood up and the other dwarves right after him. "We have to be quiet," he whispered. Thorin then smiled and said "Let's get us some weapons."

Please do review and let me know what you think. I am also thinking about doing the next chapter in Thranduil's POV, how he reacts to Rafina's missing and so on. Let me know, if it's a good idea and would you want it. xo