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The group had traveled for many nights and days, only stopping to rest for moments at a time. Thorin seemed to be getting grouchier and grouchier as the days grew on. Verya could tell he was getting anxious, and the oncoming orc packs didn't help anything. She knew she should do something to help. Kili, who was walking with Fili could sense something was wrong with Verya, but he wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure if she was still mad at him or not and he didn't want to uspet her anymore. He continued to walk with Fili.

Verya lagged a bit behind everyone, wanting to stay out of the way, she knew everyone was beginning to grow impatient and she didn't want to set anyone off. She lagged behind until she could barely see her company but it didn't seem to matter, no one even realised it. She knew she shouldn't care, after all she was just a tag-a-long.

Thorin didn't really like her at all, and the others just tolerated her, save maybe Kili. Kili… did he still even like her? She had been pretty harsh with him. She sighed and looked around, maybe they wouldn't mind if she rest for a second. She looked back towards the company and couldn't see them now. She started to walk but was pulled back as an arm went around her mouth, silencing her scream and a huge arm went around her waist. She could smell the foul stench of orc and tried desperately to break free, but the orc tied her up with a smug smile.

"Look at the pretty elf, all alone in the woods. What are you doing out here she-elf?" The orc snarled, pulling her hair harshly. Verya screamed and looked away from the nasty beast, determined not to show them how afraid she actually was. The orcs laughed at her and tugged her hair again.

"Kili!" she screamed, a last hope, but she knew she couldn't get to him. They were long gone now. Verya knew she had to get away or she would be tortured or killed. The ropes that had her bound weren't very well tied and she could easily get her arms out. She pulled a hand out and quickly retrieved the dagger that was hidden in her boot, slicing through the orcs.

She didn't kill them, only shock them enough to quickly jump into the nearest tree and climb. She climbed up so high that she couldn't see the orcs on the ground anymore. With a sigh of relief, she started towards the direction the company had went in. She ran untill she reached the end of the forest. There was a huge clearing and then what looked to be a sick forest. The trees were old looking and very sick. It must be Mirkwood, she thought with a sigh. The company would be in there now and Gandalf had probably left them. She quickly dismounted the tree and started the trek up towards the sick forest.

Kili was walking with Fili, an anxious looked flitted between them,

"Brother, don't worry, she will turn up" Fili said, hoping to calm Kili. Neither had heard her scream of help and neither had known of the orc pack. Kili nodded again, looking in hopes of maybe finding her. When he didn't he walked up to his uncle.

"Uncle we must stop" He said firmly, looking Thorin in the eyes. Thorin, after getting over the shock of someone actually speaking to him that way, frowned at Kili.

"No we move forward" He snapped, about to turn away. Kili had had enough and pulled his uncle back.

"No, Verya is out there by herself. We left her behind and I will not go another step until she is found." Kili snarled firmly. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared openly at Thorin. Thorin glared right back.

"I will not have some silly she-elf stopping us from our quest. She survived on her own before she can do it again! We move on now!" He yelled and turned away, picking up pace. Kili glared and swivelled around, heading back towards his brother. They continued with the company, who could all feel the growing tension between uncle and nephew.

Verya had just entered the woods when she picked up something. Her fine tuned elf senses picked up other life forms near by. She smiled slightly at the thought that maybe she would catch up to her friends. She moved slowly, remembering to only follow the path. After a day and night of doing so she had lost most of her hope. They had left without her and now she was lost. She could feel the despair welling inside of her and she turned hopelessly. She had not only lost one family but now she had lost another. Tears slowly made tracks down her porcelain face. She had nothing left. She could feel a darkness clouding her senses and soon she was on the ground, completely exhausted and soon fell into unconsciousness.

Kili was miserable. After three days and still no sighs that she was trying to find them had left him feeling completely hopeless and incomplete. He missed her terribly. But he had no idea what to do. Fili had tried reassuring him but everything seemed so hopeless now. Kili had no idea what was actually happening around him, but when he finally came to his senses it was too late. The huge spiders had surrounded him and he soon found himself unconscious in a spider sack.

Verya slowly opened her eyes, hoping with all her being that she wasn't on the ground and that she was with her Kili again. But soon realised she was very wrong. Upon opening her eyes she realised how bad of a situation she was in. All the way around her were huge spiders, closing in. She only had her daggers in her boots, having dropped the other weapons in her flee from the orcs.

She quickly pulled out the daggers and weilded them around. The spiders seemed to have no fear of her and continued to move in. Verya yelped as one came running at her, and she quickly cut it away, killing it. She continued this for minutes but the spiders just kept coming. She was exhausted. She killed one more spider before she fell to her knees, them having givin away from her. The spiders took their chance and closed in. Verya whispered a goodbye to herself and was about to be killed, when an arrow came flying towards her and into the skull of one of the spiders. Quicker than anything, the arrows killed the spiders and soon they were all dead.

Verya just sat there, stunned and tired. She knew she should get up, flee from this experienced attacker, but she could get herself to move. She was about to stand up when she saw the bushes to her left shift. She could sense a pressence there. Before she could draw her daggers a form stepped from the shadows. He was tall, but that was regular for an elf, which he was. He had long blonde hair, which was half pinned up. But his eyes were the most shocking. They were a deep blue, a colour someone could get lost in. He was a very handsome elf indeed.

His face held no anger or remorse, just curiosity. Verya shifted slightly and looked away, she needed to get away before he could kill her. She tried to stand but found that as soon as she was on her feet, her left leg gave in and she fell. She was almost on the ground when the mysterious elf had his arm around her waist, preventing her from falling.

"Who are you" He asked sharply. Verya gasped at him, his voice was like velvet. She looked away from him and down at her leg. It had a long gash starting at her ankle and ending at her knee. As soon as she saw it the pain flowed through her. She gasped and fell into him, a tear working it way down her face. The elf noticed this and quickly picked her up and walking towards the way he came. Verya started to panic and tried to pull away.

"Stop. I am trying to help you she-elf. Who are you" He asked again, less sharply and this time she answered.

"I am Verya Lothiriel, of Kinderdale, who are you?" She asked tentatively. He looked down at her with a small smile.

"I am Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood" He replied with a smug but slight smile.