The Hobbit: Odd Love in Strange Times
Chapter 6 of my Hobbit story, enjoy.
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Chapter 6
Almost instantly the full horror of the situation hit them. But Bain could not stand to see his younger sister in this state. He immediately drew his sword and held it ready.
"Let her go!" He demanded, anger overtaking him.
"What, and ruin our fun?!" The orc holding Tilda replied, surprisingly in common speech.
It suddenly dawned on them that this pack of orcs were all capable of that.
Just then another replied. "We thought to only claim one of them, but now, now all three have come to us."
This caused the orcs to start laughing amongst themselves and Tilda shivered, whimpering into the hand covering her mouth. Sigrid bit her lip, a feeling of dread and fear overcoming her.
"Bain…" She began worriedly.
Bain narrowed his eyes and spoke through gritted teeth. "Let…Her…Go."
Truthfully Bain felt that same feeling of fear and dread too, but his anger was stronger than it. Another Orc, this one appearing to be the commander of the pack then spoke up.
"Oh, we'll have fun with these three, enough delaying, let's go!"
Bain tightened his grip on his sword. "You-Urhg!"
Before he could say anything else, the orcs that had been sneaking up behind him and Sigrid struck. One of them slammed the pommel of his sword into the back of Bain's head. Bain crumpled to the ground, unconscious, dropping his sword.
"Bain!" Sigrid cried; terrified as suddenly two orcs grabbed her. "No, let me go!"
They just laughed at her fear and Tilda's as another two picked Bain up and began to prepare.
Unaware of what was going on, Bard, Bilbo, the Dwarves and Tauriel worked on leading the people to Erebor. While doing this Kili was fretting over Tauriel's plan to deceive Thranduil. He wasn't sure if it would really work and even if it did, the danger involved wasn't something he wanted to think about. He looked over at the She-Elf who had captured his heart; he couldn't stand it anymore, he had to express his worries. So he hurried over to her.
"Tauriel."
She turned and smiled at him; although that faltered, when she saw his expression. "Kili, what troubles you?"
He sighed and finally, the words came tumbling out. "I'm sorry, I just, don't like it. This idea, to set yourself up as bait. It…"
"Kili; it'll be fine." She said softly. "Trust me, this will work."
Kili then pointed out. "Even if it does, you're still in danger. If this doesn't work, my uncle will be furious, particularly with you. If it does, well, once it does and it's revealed you're not a prisoner, your King will be furious with you."
"I can handle King Thranduil's anger; I have done so for years." She replied; grinning before reaching out and gently touching his face. "But thank you, it's sweet of you to care so much."
Kili grinned at that before they were both ordered back to work by Dwalin.
Finally, the last of the Lake-Town survivors entered the gates of Erebor and were taken to safety inside the mountain.
"Right, I think that's all of them?" Dwalin remarked.
Bard looked around worriedly and shook his head. "Not quite."
The Dwarves looked at him; Gloin then asked. "What do you mean?"
"My children, they still aren't here." Bard explained.
Thorin sighed heavily and, his face grave, stepped forwards.
"I understand your concern, but I'm afraid we're running out of time." He explained. "I am sorry, but there's no time to search for them, we must strengthen Erebor."
It was clear Thorin delivered these words with a heavy heart; he didn't like this any more than Bard did. With a heavy, regretful sigh, Bard reluctantly entered Erebor with the Dwarves and soon work was underway to strengthen the defences. Meanwhile those that could not fight were taken to safety in the lower halls. It was also down there that an infirmary was set up for the wounded.
Bard checked carefully around the Lake-Town survivors and verified that none of his children were indeed present. He found himself growing frantic, wondering where they were, what could have happened to them, why they weren't here? He hoped they were simply delayed and that the lookouts would soon be calling out about their arrival. He was distracted from his worries by a voice.
"Sire."
He still wasn't used to that form of address; but still he turned and saw it was Elisa who had spoken to him.
He smiled lightly, recalling the closeness between Bain and Elisa; how his son had admitted to being in love with the blacksmiths daughter. He knew all about the disapproval of her family and how it strangely seemed to be fading away. Yet right now, his main concern was the look of worry on the young woman's face.
"Elisa, what can I do for you?" He said kindly.
She bit her lip and fidgeted. "I um, I worry for your son."
Bard nodded, he guessed it was something like that. "Thank you; I am sure you're not the only one."
He attempted to reassure her, but he realized he was also trying to reassure himself.
"I can only hope they will return before long; hopefully they've just been delayed." He paused and then added. "I am sure Bain will be pleased to see you when they return."
Elisa realized what he meant by that; realizing that he knew about Bain and her. Her face flushed crimson and she looked away."
"Sire, I-I, Bain and I, we…" She stammered.
Bard just nodded; reassuring her that it was alright. She seemed to calm down. Just then Tauriel called out from the wall where she was keeping lookout.
"Quickly, orcs, a pack of them are approaching, not a full army!"
At the same time, Bilbo had noticed his sword glowing blue. "Uninvited guests."
They began to hurry to the walls.
Thorin muttered to himself. "Scouts most likely."
Soon they were assembled on the wall, watching the orcs approach.
As they watched the more sharp-eyed people present on the wall noticed something.
"Looks like they have prisoners." Tauriel remarked worriedly.
Bilbo started, worried. "Prisoners?"
Tauriel nodded. "Three of them."
Almost immediately, hearing that, Bard's heart filled with dread.
"Sire, they, they have…" Alfrid began, but his words were unnecessary.
Even from here Bard could see it and dismay took him. For there, held prisoner in a makeshift cage, bound and gagged, were his children.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.