A/N: This is just a little gift for everyone! Enjoy!

Chapter 7: I officially hate barrels!

I gaped at the elf," Why do I deserve to be in prison? Is it something my twin said? I'm always telling him to keep his fat mouth shut, but he never listens," I said, feigning ignorance.

The elf guarding me looked at me as if I was a dumb blonde," Your dwarven companions attacked King Thranduil as they were eating. Repeatedly," the elf said slowly, as if he thought I was extremely stupid.

I glared the elf down," Yeah, but I'm not a dwarf now am I? And my brother and I were not anywhere near any elves until now," I sighed, leaning against the door.

At that moment, another elf walked in, barked some orders in elvish, unlocked the door to my cell, and dragged me into a great throne hall that was lined with columns of trees and elven archers. Then I saw him, the great elven butthead himself, King Thranduil. The supposedly great king was lounging on his leafy throne and looking down at with disdain as I was forced down to my knees.

I looked around and nodded my head as if in approval," Nice throne hall. I want to know what you've done to my brother and why I was locked up," I ordered calmly, easily rising to my feet.

Thranduil looked at me as if I was crazy, and the archers lining the hall trained their arrows on my head. " I don't believe that you are in any position to be making demands, girl," he sneered.

I let my head roll down onto my right shoulder," Oh really? I haven't done anything wrong. Neither has my brother. Whatever the dwarves did that made you so angry, I can assure you that my brother and I had nothing to do with it. We weren't anywhere near the dwarves until after the giant ugly spiders had caught them," I growled, taking several steps towards Thranduil," You see? You are just a paranoid tree hugging hippie. Quite frankly, I don't mind that issue, what I don't like about you is that you locked me up while I was unconscious and didn't even give me a chance to defend myself. That makes me very angry, and no one enjoys me being angry at them."

Thranduil stood up and got right into my face," And why is it so horrible for you to be angry?" he asked, anger etched into every line of his fair face.

I gave him an infuriating smirk," I'm Skylar Waters, but you can call me Sky. Getting me angry causes the high chance of loss of limb, maiming, severe mental damage, and possible insanity. Now, I am going to ask you one more time, where is my brother and why was I locked up?" I growled, fury rolling off of me in waves that could metal flesh.

Thranduil snorted and flicked his hand towards an elf who walked away quickly," You were traveling with a group of dwarves through my domain, why?" he demanded.

I rolled my eyes," I don't have to tell you anything, blondie," I snorted, openly defying him. Several elven archers gasped in shock at my words and drew their bowstrings back farther than I would've thought possible.

I heard shuffling and my brother was dragged in," Hey Nick," I said, my words shifting slightly with my Scottish accent that was coming out," I trust you haven't told them about the little quest we're on," I sighed in French.

My brother grinned," Of course," he replied in French, his accent surfacing as well," Why would I even consider talking about that?"

Thranduil looked furious and kicked me in the gut then forced me to my knees, yanking my head back by grabbing a handful of my hair. I groaned slightly as I heard my neck pop," What did you say?" he growled. Nick and I remained silent, and Thranduil threw me forward onto the floor then strode back over to his throne," Throw them back in their cells," he growled.

I looked up at my brother as we were dragged down to the dungeons," Was Bilbo caught?" I whispered in French. Nick shook his head," I'll see you soon brother!" I yelled as he was shoved into his cell, and I was dragged even further down the hall. The elf literally threw me into my cell, and I hit the far wall with a sick crunch then groaned as I slid to the floor.

After lying in a ball on the floor of my cell for a few minutes, I jumped to my feet and began checking myself for any broken bones," All good. Chocolate?... Chocolate?... Where is it?" I yelped, spinning around in circles and rummaging through the pockets of my coat until I found the chocolates," Chocolate is good," I murmured, nibbling on one of the squares.

For a few minutes, I heard lots of drunken laughter from the elves and sat in my cell, dying of boredom, when suddenly I heard the soft click of the door being unlocked. I slowly edged towards the door and began acting like Captain Jack Sparrow about it. I poked it a couple times, turned, took a few steps in the other direction, then whipped around and yelled at the door which then opened to reveal Bilbo Baggins.

I licked my lips awkwardly, strode up to him, patted his head, and asked," You wouldn't happen to have anything sharp on you would you?" He held out Sting, and I quickly cut the ropes binding my hands," Allonsy!" I whispered, running down the hall and unlocking every cell that contained one of my dwarven companions. I freed my brother then noticed that we were down one dwarf," So that means this last cell holds Thorin? How about we have a little fun with him eh?" I asked my brother in French.

Nick frowned at me and took the keys from me and unlocked the cell then gestured to it," After you," he whispered in French. I slowly opened the door, stepped inside, and was instantly attacked by an unaware Thorin. I kicked the door open, allowing light to flood in and him to see I wasn't an elf.

Once he realized that I was not an elf, he scrambled off me and let me untie his wrists. I stood to my full height then punched his shoulder," That was for getting captured by the spiders and the elves," I punched his arm," That was for tackling me," then I kissed his cheek," and that was for kissing me earlier."

I blushed furiously and faced away from Thorin, and Bilbo instantly took the lead," Right, this way!" he ordered quietly, leading the way towards the wine cellars. I linked arms with my brother, and he grinned evilly," Shall we troll the elves by escaping without a trace?" he asked in french.

I returned the evil grin," Oh yes, let's!" I cackled in French, taking off down the hall after Bilbo.

We finally reached the wine cellars where there were at least twenty empty barrels and a river running through it," So we're gonna escape in the barrels?" I asked.

All the dwarves began shoving themselves into the barrels," I freaking hate barrels!" Nick shouted as I stuffed him into one and slammed the lid on his face.

I spun on heel to get into a barrel of my own and nearly crashed into Thorin. He helped me into my barrel and, just before he put the lid on, kissed me again. I felt the barrel moving and tried not to become claustrophobic in the barrel as it tossed and rolled in the currents. After a few hours, I heard angry shouts from dwarves and started struggling with the lid of the barrel.

Nick's POV

I managed to get the lid of my barrel off and sucked in as much fresh air I could. Suddenly, dwarves began popping out of their barrels all around me. Eventually, everyone but Sky had the lid off their barrel, and I grew worried. I opened my mouth to call out to her and started coughing and hacking as water flooded into my mouth. I managed to shout her name twice before the lid suddenly went flying off, and Sky popped up looking murderous.

Sky's POV

I gasped in the fresh air and looked around to see that I was the last one to remove the lid of their barrel. I noticed my brother gawking at me and managed to steer my barrel right into his," Don't freaking stare!" I roared, suddenly soaked by the river. I yanked my hair out of its braid and let out a shout in victory as I tipped my brother's barrel over. He popped up looking like a half drowned rat and began spluttering for words.

I laughed and began spinning my barrel to where I couldn't even see straight. When we finally managed to get out of the barrels, I was so dizzy that I fell over and nearly crashed into the dirt. Thankfully, Thorin was there to catch me. I looked up, extremely dizzy, and gave him a goofy grin," Thanks," I said weakly, struggling to regain my balance.

Nick strode up to me and had me lean on his shoulder," Next time, don't spin so much," he advised quietly.

I punched his arm as I fully regained my balance," There won't be a next time," I snapped," I officially hate elven barrels."