CHAPTER 5- Black Arrow
The days passed painstakingly slow. Gandalf had returned to stay in Erebor and both Bard and Thranduil had gathered an army but were just waiting for the word of attack. Dain had been planning the whole time while every other dwarf was making weapons and armor. But we soon came to a major problem. We needed a black arrow and the final one was used by Bard to kill Samug. Black arrows were terribly hard to make, as were the windlance crossbows needed to fire them. Only a black Ogden tree could be used to make them and they were rare, only found in the depths of Mirkwood. Thranduil knew of our problem and decided to send two of his best elves to us to go with two dwarves.
"That Thranduil knows exactly where to bother me. We dwarves can do it without the elves!" Dain proclaimed when the news came.
"I know, Cousin, but we need to keep the alliance with them against the dragon," I tried to calm him.
"Yes, I suppose you are right, but who shall I send?" Dain asked, sighing.
"I will go and take a strong warrior," I announced.
"No, Dís, I cannot let you. Mirkwood is full of danger and I can't lose you."
"They will need a medic with them and I will be protected by our warrior," I told him stubbornly.
"Fine. I will send Morunn Dreft, my one of the best fighters, with you. But you must promise me to come back and never trust the elves," Dain grunted, "Now go get prepared. the elves will arrive shortly."
I thanked him and hurried into my chambers to pack. I was excited to finally get out of Erebor. I was tired of the males doing everything. I wanted to go out and live my life. I would rather die heroically like my kin than of old age in safety. I packed the necessaries quickly and reached for a drawer. I opened it and, blowing away the dust, pulled out my axe. Thorin had given it to me as a gift but I had never had the opportunity to actually use it before. But as a young dwarf I had practiced with it day and night, fighting with my two brothers.
Once I put everything into a small bag I could carry on my back, I scurried to the main hall to await the arrival of my other dwarf companion and the two elves. Morunn came first. He carried an extra bag, presumably full of food that the ponies we would ride could carry. Morunn was slightly younger than Fili would have been, but had a young, cheerful face. He greeted me politely.
"I do not want to be rude or cause you grief, but I thought you'd want to know that Fili was my hero. I wanted to be just like him and he's the only reason I got into fighting and training. I was heartbroken to hear of his death, but it's the only way he would have gone. Fighting to protect," Morunn said softly.
I smiled at him, tearing up slightly.
"Thank you. I'm glad you told me, Morunn," I told him gratefully.
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing two tall elves. I assumed that one was a female and one was a male, but I could never be sure with elves.
"Welcome. I am Dís, daughter or Thrain, sister of Thorin and I will be accompanying you on your journey to Mirkwood," I told them, nodding respectfully.
"I am Morunn Dreft and I will serve as a warrior and protector," Morunn said pridefully.
"Greetings. I am Legolas, son of Thranduil," the golden-haired elf said, looking at me strangely.
At the introduction, Morunn and I glanced at each other. Son of Thranduil? I thought, This is going to be interesting.
"My name is Nirana Arnatuile. I am very pleased to meet you. I have never met a female dwarf before," gushed the other elf, who had light brown hair that shone slightly red.
She was much more gleeful than any elf I had met before. I had assumed that they were all serious. I smiled back at her and nodded, happy to have another woman on the journey.
"Are you both prepared?" Legolas asked.
"Yes, but we must get our ponies," I replied curtly.
If he was the son of Thranduil, then I was sure that he was just as bad.
"Do you need us to carry something out for you?" Nirana offered.
Against my pride, I accepted her help. Legolas took the food bag and Nirana took mine, Morunn leading them to the stables, while I went to say goodbye to Dain.
"Are the elves acceptable?" Dain questioned immediately.
"There is a female girl and she is very kind and cheery for an elf," I explained.
"And the other?" Dain asked, narrowing his eyes.
"He's...fine," I muttered, not really wanting to tell Dain who Legolas was.
"Dís, tell me what's wrong. Who is the elf?" Dain growled.
"He is Thranduil's son," I finally admitted, flushing with anger just at the name.
"The nerve! He would sent his own..." Dain spat, not being able to complete his own sentences.
"But it will be fine. Morunn and I will prove to them the worth of the dwarves."
Here you go, as promised! So, I am writing this according to the movie version of the black arrow but don't worry, I love the book version better. But this just worked better for my plot. Also, Chapter 6 is written and only needs editing so you can
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