Daughter of a Traitor

Part One

Chapter Two - Dragon Attack

In the mountains everything was as it should be, King Thror came to love the elf more than he thought he ever would for he had come to adopt her into his own family. Though everything was far from perfect King Thror was a slow but constant spiral into madness and in such his love of the elf slipped and she became more of a prized possession, a tool, a renowned warrior he could wield.

All the while other citizens of the kingdom adored her, well, most of them. Not every dwarf came to love and accept an elf into their home.

Thorin and Ivy, however, became closer than ever over the years that followed.

While Ivy grieved for her mother, she found Thorin was there for her a solid and constant when she needed someone the most.

They spent most of their evenings training together, more and more her eyes would linger upon him as they trained, stealing glances as he passed in the halls to a select few it was to no surprise, but to Ivy she'd hardly admitted it to herself.

Thorin was no different, despite the great hate that was so well known between the two races, he found himself enthralled with Ivy. Then again he, like so many others barely even saw her as an elf. Ivy was very much a part of the mountain, a part of the dwarven community.

Thorin smiled to himself as he watched her return from a scouting journey one night with Balin, eyes trailing over her slender legs clad in leather boots rising to her knees covering her black leggings. His eyes continued upon her lithe elven frame taking in her dark leather corset styled armour that rose over her breast before changing into tiny scale shaped plates that rose up and around her neck.

Thorin scratched at his jaw smirking his own hair blowing in the wind, as Ivy's simple fur lined cloak billowed out behind her. Nothing about her said elf, she had gone on to pierce her marked ear, wore dwarvish beads in her braids, bore dwarven rune tattoos along her arms and hands. Ivy was as much of a dwarf as any of the others in the mountains. Ivy adjusted the leather pack she strapped around her waist and upper thigh, carrying an array of bottles, simple healing supplies, and a small dagger, not that she needed more weapons.

Frerin and Thorin taught Ivy to wields swords and a bow, for with a great need Ivy wanted, needed to learn if she was to find all the answers she sought about her mother. To one day finally, know everything of her own past. It was unclear the trials that she would face and Ivy planned to be ready for whatever was going to stand in her way.

Ivy waited for Thorin in the dining playing with the dwarflings. Ivy had grown to a hard, cold elf, perhaps too blunt and harsh at times but there remained a piece of her that despite all loved children.

Thorin stood back as he entered watching her with a smile as he noticed she wore the dress he had recently got her for her birthday, something he found out elves did not celebrate still though as dwarves he did and thus Thorin insisted upon gifting her upon such a day.

It was a gown of deep blue velvet and silver accents, nestled between her breasts at the bottom of the low neckline sat a large jewel covered broach.

"You like this elf, do you not?" Balin came up behind Thorin taking a gulp of his ale, he too watched Ivy play with the children. He once held his own reservations for the dark haired elf, until one night Thorin and she came by when he held a great feast when he came to speak with her at great lengths before he truly came to give her a chance. Now, he looked at her as a true part of their community, as a dwarf as much of the rest of them.

"It is true, friend," Thorin answered honestly, though still, he found he surprised himself.

"She is remarkable, the people love her." Balin laughed, his eyes never leaving her form as he watched her laugh with the children before she went crashing dramatically to the ground pretending to die by an imaginary axe of a young dwarf.

"Is she ever," Thorin breathed out, in what felt like a dream his eyes never leaving her form, a smile still on his lips.

A hush fell over the room as the king entered, Ivy slowly moved away promising the children she would play later as everyone took their seats and began eating by his order. Ivy sat beside Thorin talking endlessly over dinner, neither felt happier than when they were together.

"I heard Frerin was to return tonight. Want some company upon the rampart to look for his return?" Ivy asked as she stood to leave the hall, servants clearing away the plates.

"Of course," Thorin nodded, glad she had asked so that he did not need to ask himself. He knew that he wanted her around always, that he would do anything she asked of him, however, that was something he could admit to himself in the safe confines of his own mind.

With a smile and bow Ivy left to prepare in armor in case anything was to arise, pulling her thick dwarvish cloak over her shoulders she went to meet Thorin. He stood beside her as they looked out into the distance in the cold night air eyes focused on the horizon. Leaning on the heavy stone wall upon her forearms, Ivy held back a sigh as she felt Thorin leaning beside her, his arm brushing against hers. They stood in silence all night every once in a while one would readjust their position and rub against the other, tension rising between them though neither said a word.

Reaching over suddenly Thorin no longer able to keep his hands to himself to merely rely upon the accidental bumps and brushes, he cupped her cheek turning her face to him, eyes flickering between her lips and her her blue eyes a breath escaped her lips in anticipation. Closing the distance between them, fingers digging into her skin holding her close as she moved to be closer to him.

"Kurkaruke," he breathed as he pulled away, his hand lingered upon her neck, lips still inches from her own.

"I do not know what that means," Ivy breathed in confusion.

Thorin smiled as he twirled a loose strand of her wavy black hair around his fingers, "My little Raven."

Ivy laughed lightly. "Teach me," She said as they pulled apart, taking their original position looking back into the distance.

"Teach you what?"

"Your language."

"We must ask the king."

Ivy nodded in understanding, she knew the dwarves kept their language safely guarded like the elves, turning back to look at Thorin a smile gracing her lips. "Frerin has returned."

Thorin's face twisted in slight annoyance as he looked over the fields. "I see nothing." Ivy chuckled, taking his hand as they left, "Go meet Frerin, meet me in my room after I want to speak to you about something?"

Thorin nodded as they went their separate ways.

Ivy waited for Thorin looking out the window fiddling with her fingers nervously, jumping at the sound of the door as Thorin knocked. Entering he passed her a glass of wine settling in waiting for her to tell him what she wished to speak about.

"Why do you wish to see me?" Thorin asked after a moment of silence, sipping his wine.

"I... come sit with me on the bed." Ivy began her voice wavered as she spoke, "How are you?" She continued.

Thorin raised an eyebrow looking to Ivy curiously, wondering where she was going with this, "You have asked me here to see how I am?"

She laughed out nervously, "I meant," Ivy took a deep breath, "I have seen King Thror changing, the worry in your eyes I just wanted to be sure you're okay."

Thorin opened and closed his mouth unsure of what to say.

"I'm sorry if that was out of line." Ivy bit her lip worried that she had gone and said too much.

"No, it wasn't. I am fine, Ivy, do not worry." Thorin said, placing a gentle hand on her thigh.

"Very well." Though she agreed, Ivy knew it didn't sound convincing for she was far from believing him.

Thorin having heard the tone in her voice turned to look her in the eye, "I promise you that I am okay."

With a sigh Ivy nodded never breaking their stare full of longing, "Thorin..." she breathed out, his face so close to her own.

Thorin smirked taking the glasses he placed them on the table, immediately returning his hands to her lithe elven frame.

Silently leaning forward, he placed a hand upon her cheek the other wrapped around her waist, his large rough hands making her feel small, and fragile. Pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss, a moan fell from her lips as she pulled herself closer. Raking her fingers through his scruffy beard, her heart racing at his touch. Hands tugged the hem of her dress, Thorin paused in all movements looking deep into the blue of her eyes.

Ivy could see and sense his slight hesitation, "I want you…I need you." Thorin didn't waste a moment after he closed the distance once more, his hands tearing her dress from her body. With rushed movements and hurried kisses filled with love and lust, clothes ripped off and strewn upon the floor, the feeling of his large, rough hands upon her body that set her skin aflame the couple made love throughout the night.

Ivy stood on the balcony of her room wrapped in the silken bed-sheet watching the sunrise, smiling to herself when she heard Thorin clambered out of bed before feeling his hands upon her hips.

"Morning," Ivy whispered sultrily.

"Morning," he returned. "Did you rest at all?" Thorin asked, knowing elves needed little rest in a much different sense than other races. Sneaking his hands beneath the sheet he waited for a reply.

"I did," Ivy spoke as she moaned out lightly at his touch.

"I fear you may have deserted the bed too soon," his voice was husky desire, as he grasped her hips firmly tugging her back.

"Is that so," Ivy whispered into his ear her words caused a throaty growl from Thorin.

"Aye, lassie. Men eleneku menu obepap opetu ezirak. (I desire you, more than an endless vein of mithril.)" His hands grasped on to her hips through the silken sheet pulling her along with him leading the elf back to bed.

Thorin and Ivy laid blissfully in the afterglow, fingers trailing over each other's skin when a rude knock filled the air. Thorin grabbed the sheets pulling it quickly over their bare forms as the door was slammed open.

"King Thror demands your presence in the throne room," it was Dis, she paused as her eyes landed on her brother and the elf, her unemotional face twisting into utter disgust and hate. "Must you involve yourself with the likes of her, Thorin."

"Do not speak of Ivy like that," Thorin demanded as the pair sat up Ivy holding the sheet around her chest.

"She is an elf, she shouldn't be allowed on our mountain. She's not one of us!" Dis sneered full hate, looking over to Ivy she continued, "Khagun menu penu rukhs. (Your mother was an orc.)

Ivy gasped slightly surprised at her words, Ivy though she knew not what the words meant could take a fair guess. The pair began shooting curses at one another before Thorin cut them both off. "Enough! Both of you! Dis whom I have relations with is none of your concern. Leave! Ivy and I will be down momentarily." Thorin's voice rang with superiority, Dis huffed turning on her heels she left slamming the door behind her.

"I am sorry about her," Thorin breathed out sincerely kissing her lightly.

"Do not worry, I doubt the two of us will ever come to like each other." Ivy snapped, "Not like I'd want to."

"I wish you two could get along." He admitted.

"Aye, things would be easier. But she has always hated me, I believe she always will. It matters not, though." Ivy stated firmly, climbing out of bed to get ready to see the King.

Thorin and Ivy took their places beside the king, he welcomed them into his presences. "My king," Ivy bowed to him returning his welcome, Dis scoffed at the elf as she stood on the opposite side than Thorin and his lover.

Once everyone was in their places the large doors at the end of the aisle were opened allowing their guests to enter. Slowly a small group of elves entered, Ivy's eyes widened at the sight of the Elven King. Memories of the King Thranduil dragging her through his halls, his smirking face as she struggled upon his chamber floor, ear stabbed through to the ground. Their eyes locked, as his own landed up Ivy's marked ear he sneered in disgust. Ivy suddenly wished she had now hidden her ears, not that that would have helped. Ivy stood a little taller sneering back at the Elven King trying to hold her composure.

Thranduil was presented with the jewels of starlight, the gems of his people. of his late wife, they were given to the dwarves for them to make a fine piece of jewellery for her before her untimely death, however, the two Kings disagreed upon that of the payment.

"I believe I am owned more than that, Thranduil." Thror hissed leaning slightly forward in his throne.

Ivy's breath hitched in her throat as she watched Thranduil's eyes narrow in anger, "We had an agreement, Thror," Thranduil hissed.

"Things change, elf." The dwarven king snarled back, trying to take advantage of the King's grief for his wife.

"Your greed will only bring ruin to your kingdom, a day will come, dwarf, when a great fiery beast reigns havoc on your people due to your gluttony," Thranduil sneered in warning.

King Thror ordered the box shut, Thranduil recoiled slightly at the action.

"Since the elf won't give us what is owed, give the jewels to our own prized elf," King Thror ordered the gems to be given to Ivy, at his words, her heart stopped and she felt like she could collapse right there on the floor.

"My Lord," Ivy breathed out about to take a step back when Thorin's hand held her in place.

Thorin was given the necklace, stepping behind Ivy he awaited her to kneel. As Thror ordered her to kneel she did as was commanded, as she felt him clasp it around her neck. The gems shined brightly against her pale flawless elven skin, the metal felt cool against her skin, her hands began to shake as her eyes met Thranduil's for the briefest of moments, he was seething with anger as he looked upon the one elleth he hated the most wearing the jewels of his wife.

Ivy was horrified, fearful even for the position King Thror had thrown her unwillingly into, though she hated this said great Elven King Ivy too hated where King Thror put her, feeling as though she had no place to fight back. Her eyes glanced around at the four other elven guards with the king, her father on his right they all looked ready to attack her on his command.

With another round of glares, Thranduil cocked his head before addressing her, "Laiqualassiel," Thranduil smirked sensing her fear. "Come, give me, your rightful king, my gems and I will forgive your mother's past and allow you into my realm as one of us."

Thallan looked to his king with wide eyes, glancing between his king and daughter. stormed from the throne room in a rage at everyone in it.

Ivy stood stunned, frozen to the spot.

"Don't you dare, elf." Thror sneered, raising slightly from his throne prepared to have his own guards overpower her.

"Is that all you think of me now?" Ivy demanded of Thror, catching the silent command, noticing how they inched forward prepared for her to betray them.

"Come, child, return home with us. Leave these dwarves and this mountain behind." Ivy looked up to be met with her father, "Laiqualassiel, for once choose to make the right decision, do not let your mother's wrongdoings destroy you."

Ivy unconsciously took a step towards her father, every dwarf near her jumped grasping her arm before dragging her down tying her hands behind her back.

"Did you see that she was going to betray me," Thror raged standing from his throne.

Thallan went to help his daughter, but Thranduil gave the command to stop.

"No, I…"

"Silence, elf." Thror stood in front of her tearing her dress exposing her right upper arm, Ivy gasped out forcing back the tears that welled up. Thror snapped out ordering a dwarf nearby.

Thorin struggled not to disobey his king in front of the elves, as they looked onwards curiously unsure of the words this dwarven king spoke that caused such fear in one.

The dwarf returned handing the king a golden cuff, Thror smirked watching as Ivy growling in anger at him.

"Will you admit your betrayal."

"I was not going to betray you," Ivy screamed in anger, her fear slipped away overtaken by anger at this dwarven king.

Thror reached down grasping her arm attaching the cuff, it bit painfully into her flesh but she showed no sign of pain.

"Let it be known, from here on out you are shunned by all our people but I will not banish you, you will stay here and serve."

Thror gave the order and they soon dragged Ivy her chambers, Thorin close behind. Crashing to the floor Ivy buried her head in her hands feeling used and betrayed her, his 'prized elf' was that all she was a trophy to be used to flaunt to his people of his goodness and used to anger his enemies.

Ivy felt Thorin as he sat down beside her. "I am sorry," Thorin sighed wrapping arms around her.

"Don't be. It isn't your fault; we both did as he ordered it's not -by any means- your fault." Ivy stated, pulling the necklace from her neck rather roughly.

He held out his hand not accepting them. "He says they are yours, he wishes for you to wear them now. He is making quite the spectacle of this…"

"This…" Ivy raged, "He is making a spectacle of me."

Ivy shook her head at the awful idea but stopped herself knowing that Thorin could do nothing about it. Standing she placed the jewels in a safe place with her other pieces.

The more the King spun into madness the more Thorin himself began to change. As the years faded away, though they had become so close, Thorin could see himself losing his grandfather and he feared losing anyone.

"Thorin!" Ivy ran through the stone halls searching everywhere, she had last seen him up on the rampart and immediately upon hearing of the dragon went looking for him.

Though she knew all she would get in return was anger Ivy couldn't help it, the love and caring she held for her dwarven partner were far more important. It would take more than a few angry words to keep her away. Just as Ivy turned the corner the great fiery beast flew past breathing fire, leaping out of the way she hid behind a great column her shoulder caught by the fires grasp. The fire burned through the fabric, crying out in pain Ivy cursed herself blaming herself for the injury if only she had been faster. Tears leaked unwillingly from her eyes as she tried to claw the fabric away from her skin only to burn her hand in the process, a scream escaped her lips in both anger and pain as the fabric melted in the flames sticking to her flesh.

"You fool! I told you to get out of here." Thorin snapped as he ran down the hall hearing her cries.

Ivy slumped down the column allowing Thorin to reach her shoulder. He quickly tore the fabric from her shoulder and upper arm the hot material barely felt by his tough hardened dwarven skin. The material pulled away chunks of flesh with it that had stuck to it in the heat of the fire, Ivy cried out in pain as the fabric and skin were ripped from her body.

"I needed to know you were safe." She pleaded with him as she cradled her shoulder lightly, her fingers barely hovering over the surface as her hand shook pain, the shock rippling through her body. He only growled out in annoyance eyeing her. "I'm sorry," Ivy whispered more to herself than anyone as she saw the look Thorin was giving her.

Thorin was full of anger as he looked to Ivy he cared for her more than anyone else, he was purely angry for she had put herself in danger unnecessarily. If she had only listened she would never have gotten wounded in the first place, she wasn't even dressed for battle. Thorin stood helping her out of the kingdom through a secret door as Smaug buried himself in the gold.

Once everyone that could be helped and saved was out of the cavern Thorin handed Ivy over to Oin who was happy to heal her shoulder. Oin led her away to sit with his brother Gloin along with Dwalin and Balin.

Thorin left Ivy heading off in the distance needing some time to be alone. A gentle hand fell on his shoulder as Ivy returned, bending down she kissed him gingerly her upper arm, shoulder and chest now heavily bandaged. "I'm sorry." She breathed out.

"How could you have been so stupid!" Thorin hollered his voice echoing around the couple catching the attention of Frerin who was passing by, he had though he was calm once more but the second he saw the true extent of her wounds his anger came back.

"I'm sorry, I needed to see if you were safe...alive..." She breathed again, tears began threatening to spill from her eyes, she blinked them back refusing to show that weakness twice in a single day.

"Sorry doesn't change anything, you could have died because of your foolishness." Thorin raged at his elven lover though it was rather foolish on his own part.

"Thorin, don't be so hard on her. Besides we taught her to be a fighter what did you expect? True, she wasn't prepared in her armor, but who was?" Frerin said nudging Ivy in the arm playfully trying to lighten the mood.

"Do you to think this funny?" Thorin turned his anger to his brother.

Frerin and Ivy only shook their heads, trying to talk to Thorin was becoming a losing game. "Come let us go find Dwalin and Balin, I saw them gathering over here with Oin and Gloin." He added steering her away gentling taking her hand.

Thorin stood watching as they walked away, taking the silence to control his anger.

Together they stood together amongst the rocky terrain, watching everyone leaving Erebor forever. As they began to walk away Ivy heard Thorin over the chaos calling up the Elven King who rode high on the hills upon his elk looking down at the dwarven community, many of the people of Erebor looking on with hopeful eyes, however, the King was angry with the dwarves and he left turning them all away.

As Ivy watched the Elven king a sneer forming on her lips she could see from a far her own father riding beside the King. How could they stand and do nothing when an entire race of people needed help when there were still hordes trapped inside that mountain.

Thranduil had warned Thror, everyone could see the sickness that fell upon him, the greed and hate, but dwarves were a stubborn thick-headed race never backing down even if it's for the greater good of all their people. Thranduil had known the consequences of battle well, he was strategic and well thought out for a leader and he would not risk a single life on such a foolish race.

"Come on, Ivy, don't let him get to you so much," Frerin spoke moving closer to her as they began to walk leaving behind their home, drifting through the open fields wandering with nowhere to go.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Ivy snapped back at the dwarf trying not to let his words bother her so, but in the end, it never worked.

"Come, speak with me." The voice of Thorin reached her ears she looked up sadly into his eyes she sighed following him to the front lines of a now lost people.

Ivy and Thorin stood together silently for a while before Thorin broke the silence.

"Listen, I will not say I'm sorry, but I wish we could stop this fighting," Thorin admitted as quietly as possible, people not too far behind and Thorin didn't want anyone to overhear their private conversation.

"There is no fight, I am not mad. You, Thorin, are the only one who is being absolutely ridiculous! You are mad at me for caring!" Her voice slowly grew angrier as she spoke. "I cared and worried for you and somehow that causes you to throw your hatred from your father and grandfather at me." She raged placing her hands upon her hips, looking at him with raised eyebrows daring him to challenge her rage.

"This has nothing to do with them," Thorin defended, his voice held every ounce of anger her own did.

Scoffing Ivy threw her hands into the air. "Oh, please. Don't lie to me. Can't you just trust me, like you did before? What happened?" Ivy demanded, matching his tone evenly.

"Nothing has changed."

"Stop it! Just stop. I won't stand here and let you lie to my face." Her breath grew more ragged with Thorin's in anger, they had stopped walking turning to stare at one another.

"Why does anything have to have changed? I told you no lies."

"Tell me, or I will leave. For good."

His eyes widen lost for words, he struggled to find the right thing to stay. Something, anything that would convince her not to leave. "I don't know what to say." He admitted he face fell in a solemn expression.

"Forget it!" Ivy screamed exhausted she took her leave.

"Don't leave!" It wasn't Thorin as she had hoped it to be but a small group of friends calling after her.

Ivy turned to face them all her face hardened and emotionless. "I'm sorry, I won't stay here just waiting for Thorin. He's been kind over the years, but things have changed. Besides, in the end, I am an elf and you guys are dwarves were born to hate each other." Her voice wavered as she spoke for she did not truly believe those words, and they knew it. Ivy merely struggled to find a reason to keep walking, to save her heart the pain.

"Yet, you love him." For once Frerin's voice held no edge of teasing.

"Excuse me," Though Thorin and Ivy have been together for so long neither of them had said such things, what was she supposed to do, she loved that stubborn dwarf.

Thorin watched and listened from afar, hidden behind others that walked close by. He waited to hear her answer as he wondered if what he too feels for the elf was indeed love.

"Admit," Balin encouraged the elleth.

Ivy sighed almost in annoyance. "I won't, we all know aside from myself and maybe even me now to Thorin has a deep hatred of elves, so do I, he would never allow himself to fall in love with one. I don't know why I allowed myself to have such relations with him when it's impossible for him to love an elf such as myself," She shook her head, before continuing to talk. "So, I will not stay here despite my own love for the dwarf, a love that will never be returned. I will not stay here to be the target of his anger. I've been foolish enough as it is. Goodbye."

Thorin emerged from his hiding spot Balin took notice waving him over, "Did you hear anything?" Balin asked staring off in the direction she had gone.

"Everything," Thorin confirmed sadly as he to watched her walk away.

"You're going to go after her, right?"

Thorin stood silently still staring into the distance, wondering if he should. He knew that he returned her love but would she stay now, for him after all he had put her through.

"Do you love her?" Dwalin demanded he grew to love that elleth like the daughter he never had and he would be damned if he had to stand here and watch her leave.

"Aye."

"Go get her then, she will stay for you."

Thorin stood disbelieving she would come back for him, narrowing his eyes he took off after her. Knowing that if he didn't try he would regret it for the rest of his days. He watched the way her shoulders slumped, unfallen tears shimmering in the sunlight, so quickly had her anger turned into heartbreak. Watching Ivy, Thorin found that he could only blame himself, all this time she gave everything despite his harshness and at the end of the day what had he given to her. Not once since the night Thranduil stepped into their kingdom did he ever ask of her mother again, Thorin knew one day she planned to find the answers to the past and still he never asked her, never pushed her to pursue those wishes. Thorin knew now as he watched her leave that he loved her, but now he did not believe he deserved the love of someone so selfless when he, himself can be so selfish.

"Ivy, wait!" Thorin finally called out shocking even himself as the words escaped his lips almost unconsciously. Ivy stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of Thorin's words her body swelling with hope. "Please, I heard you speaking with the others."

"And?" Ivy breathed out keeping her eyes on the horizon.

Thorin walked up behind her placing his hands upon her hips guiding her to face him taking her hands in his he tugged against her hoping she would follow his lead she allowed herself to bend low kneeling on the ground as Thorin did. Looking deep into her eyes he cupped her cheek, "Men lananubukhs menu." - (I love you)

Ivy let out a gentle gasp surprised by his words, she had held hope but did not truly believe he would say it. A smiled graced her lips as she returned the gesture. "I...I love you too."

"I have been selfish. Gajatu men." (Forgive me) Thorin pleaded as he looked at her eyes laced with sadness.

"Menu gjatu." Ivy breathed leaning in closer placing a gentle kiss upon his lips. (Your forgiven)

"I haven't been fair to you," Thorin said, breaking into the very list he had gone through in his head only moments ago he began near ranting trying to explain himself to make everything better.

"I want to tell you that it's fine..." Ivy stated, glancing in every direction but Thorin.

"But it's not, I know. I will do better, you deserve it." Thorin rubbed the pad of his thumb along her cheek, "Will you come back with me? We can wander aimlessly, and be lost together." Thorin smiled up at her staring into her eyes pleading.

Warmly she smiled back bending down kissing him like he wanted, confirming the dwarf's wishes that she would stay with him. Together they stood heading back to their friends to wander lost and homeless.

Author's Note; Thank you to everyone, for everything. I've gone and made a lot of changes and I know I changed it time and time before but this is it!

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