Authors Note: Weww a new chapter! Its been like, weeks! First of all, THAT MOVIE WAS AMAZING. Second, THAT MOVIE WAS AMAZING! Alright, now that I got that out of my system. To those who haven't seen it, I suggest you go see it ASAP. YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED. On another note, the chapters following this one will be getting into Battle Of The Five Armies storyline, so there will be spoilers for those of who you haven't seen it yet.
Just a prewarning, that movie will tear your heart out. I watched it 3 times within the first 5 days of release. And honestly, I don't think I can do it again. I all but broke down last I saw it XD
But ugh, it was so great. I could go on all day about how amazing that movie was. But alas I cannot, so here you are!
PS. This may seem a little rushed, but I am super shitty at fight scenes, forgive me! And enjoy! :D
As the time continued to tick on, Kili's condition only worsened and Bofur still hadn't returned with the herbs they needed for the wound. Sylwen wrung her hands as she sat at the table, glancing at the door every few minutes.
Bard and Bain were out there somewhere and the dragon could drop onto Laketown at any given moment he so wished. She felt so helpless sitting there, unable to do anything for either party involved. The churning in her stomach never settled, leaving her with a bitter taste in her mouth. She could only hope that the Dwarves succeeded in what they had set out to do.
Kill the beast.
So why did she feel so uneasy about it happening?
"You going to be alright?" A voice came from her left, Sylwen glancing up to find Lucy standing beside her. Offering the best smile she could muster, she nodded once. "For the most part." She laughed softly, standing up as she glanced over at Kili.
"His condition is worsening." Sylwen stood up, letting her hands fall to her sides finally. "Bofur needs to hurry." She ran a hand through her hair. "Valar I should have went with them." She continued on, looking towards the door.
Lucy couldn't help but laugh, taking Sylwen's hands in hers as she squeezed them tightly. "Hey. Calm down, Bard will be fine. He's not going to die when he has so much to live for. He has his children. He has you." She reminded her. "He's going to come back." Lucy reassured her.
Sylwen let her words sink in, taking a shaky breath before letting herself relax a little bit. "Yeah.." She nodded in agreement, pressing her lips together.
The door to the house suddenly swung open, Sylwen's head snapping up as Bain rushed into the safety of the house, the door shutting behind him.
"Bain!" Sylwen rushed over to his side, making sure he was alright and unharmed. "What happened? Where's your father?" She asked urgently, gaze scanning his face.
Bain struggled to catch his breath after the run home, looking up at Sylwen. "I don't know. We got separated when the guards came after us." He told her, shaking his head.
Sylwen felt her throat tighten, her eyes darting to the wall where his great yew bow laid hung. "I have to go find him." She said, standing up straight as she made for the wall where his bow hung.
"You can't leave us!" The voice cut through the house, Sylwen stopping in her tracks as she stood there. She felt the small hand grasp onto hers, turning her gaze to look down at Tilda as she gazed up at her pleadingly. "Please don't go. Stay here."
Sylwen pressed her lips together as she looked down at Tilda. Her gaze lifted, scanning past Bain and Sigrid, both staring at her, the unvoiced plea in their eyes. "Alright." She spoke finally, kneeling down onto the floor as she wrapped her arms around Tilda. "I won't go anywhere." She whispered, hugging her tightly.
The peace wasn't long lived though when the sound of the roof began to creak, alerting the group inside as all eyes turned to the roof. Something was wrong.
Sylwen picked up Tilda, ushering her back towards where Sigrid and Bain were.
"Syl?" Tilda spoke up, fear stricken as she clung to her arm tightly.
"It'll be alright." She hushed her, keeping the kids behind her. It wasn't but a few moments later that the door flung open, an Orc standing in the doorway.
Oin was quick to react, throwing the few bowls he had in hand at the Orc, knocking it back. Unfortunately, there was more where that came from.
Sigrid's scream rung in her ears as two more Orc's broke through the roof of the house, littering dust and debris onto the floor.
Sylwen barely had a chance to react when the Orc rushed at her, kicking out a foot as she knocked out his feet from under her, pushing the children towards the table. "Get under the table!" She ushered them, Bain shoving back the bench into an Orc behind her.
Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears, panic overwhelming her being as she struggled to fight the fear that began to immobilize her entire body. She had never seen Orc's in her entire life, so why was she so terrified of them?
More Orc's began to rain through the roof, the house soon becoming overfilled with them as Sylwen struggled to keep her body moving. The girl's screams caught her attention, whipping her head around as she watched the Orc flip the table, lifting his sword for the blow.
Her body reacted on its own, grabbing the knife from the kitchen counter as she jammed it into the back of the Orc's neck, black blood gushing out of its wound as it screeched in pain, flailing to remove the knife. Twisting it around harshly, Sylwen let it go as the Orc fell to the ground, dead.
It was then another figure appeared in the doorway, cutting down the Orc that was in the doorway. Sylwen's head snapped up, her gaze landing on the red haired elf that stepped into the house, watching as she assessed the situation quickly before taking action.
"Sylwen!" Tilda cried out, snapping her out of her thoughts as she grabbed Bain, tugging him down with his sisters. "Stay with them!" She yelled over the noise in the house, pushing the table back up as she looked around.
Another blonde elf dropped through the roof, his blue gaze lingering on her for a moment before taking out the Orc next to him.
"Sylwen!" She heard Lucy's cry as she looked up, seeing her friend cornered, eyes wide with fear. Her gaze darted to the bow and arrows on the wall, hopping over the fallen bench as she grabbed her bow, sliding an arrow out of its quiver before taking aim.
She pulled together every fiber of experience she could remember into that single shot before letting it go, the arrow piercing the Orc's head as it fell to the ground dead.
With the addition of the two new elves, it wasn't long before the house was cleared of the Orc's, Sylwen's mind still trying to catch up with everything that happened. She took a shaky step backwards, leaning against the wall as she tried to regain her breath.
Her mind did not remember, but it was something her body would never forget.
Kili laid on the floor, struggling as his cries of pain only grew louder. The more he moved, the more the poison sped through his body.
"You killed them all.." Bain stood up, gazing around at the scattered bodies of the Orc's.
"There are others." The blonde elf replied, sheathing his swords as he looked at the other. "Tauriel. Come." He spoke up, heading for the door.
"We're loosing him!" Oin exclaimed, looking at Fili desperately.
Sylwen watched the scene before her, Tauriel looked torn between leaving or staying. She followed her gaze, which lingered on Kili. It didn't take long for her to make sense of it.
Love.
"Tauriel." The male elf said once more before disappearing from the doorway. Tauriel lingered for a moment before moving towards the door.
"Wait!" Sylwen called out, stepping up as she rushed to the door. "You cannot leave!" She pleaded her.
Tauriel stopped in the doorway, looking at the young elf. She did not recall ever seeing her before, though she had to wonder what she was doing here. Upon closer inspection, the realizing dawned on her. "You're only half elven.." She whispered.
Sylwen opened her mouth to say something when she heard the sound of footsteps, Tauriel stepping out as she grasped her blades, pausing though when the Dwarf came rushing up the stairs.
"Athelas." She whispered, taking the herbs from the Dwarves hands as she held them tightly in her grip. "Athelas.."
"What are you doing?" Bofur asked, clearly confused about where she came from and what was going on.
Tauriel glanced into the house at Kili before back down at the Dwarf. "I'm going to save him.." She murmured softly.
"Tauriel." Sylwen pulled her aside as Sigrid gathered what was needed. "I need to leave. There's someone out there, that I need to find." She told her desperately. "Can you protect the children, please." She begged her.
Tauriel looked down at the girl, not even knowing her name but as she looked her in the eyes, she could tell that they both had someone they cared deeply about. Despite not knowing each other, they both had much in common. "Of course." Tauriel nodded. "I will make sure they come to no harm." She swore to her.
Sylwen let out a breath of air, feeling the weight lift off her chest as she nodded. "Thank you." She whispered, grabbing her coat as she threw it onto her shoulders.
"Sylwen don't go!" Tilda pleaded her as she saw her getting ready to leave.
Sylwen turned around, kneeling in front of the girl as she smiled softly. "Tauriel is going to protect you alright? I'm going to find your father and make sure he's safe. I promise nothing will happen to us." She told her, kissing her forehead softly.
Tilda looked up at her with teary eyes, hugging her tightly. "Promise?" She asked her weakly.
Sylwen nodded, wrapping her arms around her. "I promise." She reassured her, standing up as she lifted Bard's bow off the wall before quickly slipping out of the house.
When she left the house, the town had been quiet. The night air still, but as more sounds echoed from the mountain, people began to rise, panicking.
The dragon was coming.
Sylwen rushed through the towns docks, looking for any sign of Bard or where he could have been taken. "Bard!" She called, looking around as more and more people began to filter out of their houses, beginning to evacuate the city.
Sylwen found her way onto the roofs of the town, her gaze scanning through the docks as she couldn't see Bard anywhere. Her chest tightened, heartbeat irregular. She felt like she was running out of time.
She was afraid. Afraid of what she might remember. Afraid that whatever lay in her memories would drive her from Bard.
The sound of rocks crumbling echoed from the distance, Sylwen feeling her body tense as she stopped on a roof, head slowly turning towards the mountain. She watched as the dragon took to the skies, golden entrails dripping from his body as it sparkled against the dark sky.
"Smaug.."
Again, I'm sorry if this chapter seemed rushed. I kinda plowed through it to finish up DoS. The following chapters will be more thought out and thorough. Also! Expect a Christmas special coming this week. I've got it all written out and ready to go. Its my Christmas gift to ya'll for following me through this story!
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