There is only one Segment left in DoS. Yikes. And I really need to work on BoTFA. I mean, like add stuff and stuff. I've finished it technically, but its just lacking a wee bit. I'm not an action writer, okay? It's a bit hard to write a freaking war. Just leave me be, and Review if you want more.
At nightfall we all left Bard's house, with the intent on stealing weapons from the armory. I hobbled along. While my leg was hurting a bit less, my whole body was starting to hurt a bit more.
Not the smartest plan I warrant, stealing weapons. But Thorin wanted Iron-forged, and he'd get iron-forged. Some of the other dwarves made a ladder, and I climbed up them to the armory after Kili.
I have no clue why I had to be in the armory, so I merely perused around while the other dwarves and Bilbo grabbed weapons. I looked at the bows, smiling. I would definitely need one of those. Considering my best friend stole mine, and all.
"Are you okay?" Thorin asked me as he walked past me.
Of course, now he's curious. After he willy-nilly let me be binded within two minutes.
"I'm fine." I snapped at him, frowning.
Kili turned around, his arms full of weapons. "No she's not," He started, continuing walking, but was no longer watching his step.
The next thing that happened was Kili falling down the stairs, the weapons clanking in the stairwell as he fell.
The brigade came faster than I would've deemed possible, and within five minutes we were being marched to the Master.
Someone I had definitely never wanted to meet. I mean really, who dictates themselves 'The Master'?
"Why must you shove?" I asked as I glared at the guard who pushed me through the streets.
He smiled down at me, and I noticed he didn't have half of his teeth. Yikes.
We were marched into what appeared to be the town center, and an extremely ugly ginger man slowly came out of the house as we stopped in front of it. He appeared to be in a sleeping robe, no less.
"What is the meaning of this?" The extremely ugly ginger man asked, whom I assumed was the Master.
"We caught them stealing weapons, sire." The first guard said as he stepped in front of us.
The rest of the guards made us into a weird semi-circle, as if the Master would need to see every one of us at once.
"Ah, enemies of the state, eh?" The master asked as he looked around at us.
"A desperate bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, sire." An Ugly man with a violent unibrow remarked.
"Hold your tongue!" Dwalin spat, taking a step forward. "You do not know to whom you speak. This is no common criminal. This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror."
Thorin took a few steps forward towards the Master.
"We are Dwarves of Erebor. We have come to reclaim our homeland. I remember this town in the great days of old. Fleets of boats lay at the harbor, filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake. This was the center of all trade in the north!" Thorin said.
The crowd around us started murmuring in agreement. As usual, I had no clue what was going on. I was starting to feel a bit faint, though.
"I would see those days return. I would relight the great forges of the dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor."
The crowd started cheering.
"Death!" Bard yelled and he pushed his way through the crowd towards Thorin. "That is what you will bring upon us." Bard was furious. "Dragon fire and ruin. If you waken that beast, it will destroy us all."
"You can listen to this naysayer, but I promise you this: If we succeed, all will share in the wealth of the mountain." Thorin said.
The crowd cheered again.
"You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth ten times over!"
Now he had lost me a bit. Where the hell was Esgaroth?
"All of you, listen to me!" Bard yelled. "You must listen! Have you forgotten what happened to dale? Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm? And for what, the blind ambition of a mountain king, so riven by greed he could not see beyond his own desire!"
"Now, now." The master said. "We must not, any of us, be too quick to lay blame." He gave a knowing look to Bard. "Let us not forget that it was Girion, lord of Dale, your ancestor, who failed to kill the beast."
"It's true, sire." Unibrow nodded. "We all know the story. Arrow after arrow, he shot. Each one missing its mark."
Bard stormed up to Thorin, and they shared hushed words before Thorin shook his head and walked up the stairs towards the Master.
"I speak to the Master of the men of the lake. Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? Will you share in the great wealth of our people? What say you?"
"I say unto you…" The master smiled. "Welcome!"
The crowd around us cheered so loudly it drowned out the rest of the masters words.
They unbound us, and we all were welcomed into the local inn to party and sleep. Weird mix, I thought. Normally if you party, you aren't intending on sleeping. But who am I to judge?
We were all given ales, and within an hour Bofur had drank at least 5 of them. He was going to be wasted tomorrow.
I enjoyed being around the Dwarves, but I was growing tired, and well, starting to feel sick. Okay I lied, I was feeling more than sick.
"Are you tired?" Kili asked me.
Around us Fili and Dwalin were seeing who could drink their pint the fastest.
"Yeah." I nodded, looking down at my glass.
"Do you want me to show you to your room?" Kili asked.
"I think you need to help me to my room." I said, frowning at him.
Kili looked taken aback at first, then immensely worried.
"Can you not walk?" Kili asked quietly.
I didn't want to say the truth. I didn't want to say how much it hurt. But it was Kili, I could trust Kili.
"Not too well." I said, looking down at the table and dragging my nails on the wood.
Kili's arm snaked under mine, and I rested my arm on his shoulder as he pulled me up off of the bench, and helped me to my room.
I must say, I really wasn't much of a help in this situation. I was drunk and sick, which is pretty much the dumbest combination I had made of myself in a while. I was probably beyond severely dehydrated.
When he opened the door to the room and helped me in, I realized he was drunk too.
That, or he normally runs into walls for fun.
I snorted as he tried to push the wall away from him with his free hand, then finally went around it and through the door, and closed the door behind him.
It was nearly pitch black in the room, and him closing the door was a bad choice, because the only light we had to rely on now was from the small window.
"Where's the bed again?" I asked him as we slowly walked through the room.
"How am I supposed to know?" Kili chuckled. "It's your room."
"I saw this room for a total of five seconds before Dwalin shut the door and forced me back to the party." I said to Kili.
He let out a bark of laughter as he slowly took another few steps ahead.
"Maybe we should wait for our eyes to adjust." I suggested as I took another few steps.
At the last step my leg ran into something hard and wooden and I yelped, pushing all my weight onto Kili as I fought not to fall.
Kili was clearly taken aback by this, and instead of being any help in stopping me from falling, he instead lost his balance as well and by some miracle we both ended up falling onto the bed, Kili landing on top of me.
"Sorry." He grunted, getting off of me and laying on the other side of the bed.
It was quiet for a moment, and I knew Kili was embarrassed, and probably worried about something dumb. So I started laughing.
Slowly, he started laughing too, and slowly as we stayed laid on the bed, our eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"That was hassle and a half." I said, shifting slightly to look at Kili. "Sorry."
He smiled at me. "It's fine, Malia."
Kili brought his hand to my cheek and stared at me, gently stroking my cheek.
I grabbed onto his hand, and Kili looked into my eyes. He scooted a little closer, and brought his lips to mine.
The kiss didn't break anytime soon, and my arms went around his neck as his hand went from my cheek to my waist and he pulled me closer to him.
Being close to Kili felt, well, as dorky as it sounds; it felt right. It didn't matter what was happening outside of our little bubble. It didn't matter that technically, he shouldn't have been in my room. It just didn't matter.
All I could think about was his hand going to the small of my back, the taste of his lips against mine, the feel of his hair in my hands.
He was home.
Nothing happened that night, in case you're worried. I mean, we made out, obviously, but then we slept a foot apart, with only our hands touching each others.
Fili woke us up, making some real snarky comments in Khuzdul just as he had at Bard's house.
And once again, none of which I understood. Really nice of him.
Kili and Fili left my room quickly, leaving me to get ready to leave. I wasn't quite sure what they had expected me to do, but I had been given another dress. Once again, most likely made for a child.
I took my swim-shirt off, and the horrid elvish dress. It looked like I had mangled it five times over. I took the Rune-stone out of the pocket before discarding the dress and putting the new one on.
My once white swim-shirt was now a really weird brown/beige. I tried not to overthink that, and put it back on before leaving the room.
As I walked down to the main room of the inn where everyone was waiting, I started feeling more and more ill. If anything, I felt like a zombie. I felt like I shouldn't be taking another step forward. But I swallowed my pain and continued marching on.
We all marched out together to the boats, Thorin stopping and letting people on. I was about to get on when Thorin's hand shot out and he blocked me.
"Not you." Thorin said, shaking his head at me.
"What?" I was so confused, and tired. So tired. I wasn't even sure I had heard him right, it felt like there was cotton in my ears.
"We must travel at speed." Thorin looked me up and down, his frown growing. "You will slow us down."
Kili stepped up beside me, having been walking behind me. "What are you talking about?" He asked Thorin.
"You've got to be shitting me." I said to Thorin, watching as my vision blurred for a moment and he became two Thorins' and then one again.
"You're not coming, Malia." Thorin said firmly.
I took a step back, trying to figure out why he was doing this to me. I mean, besides the fact that I was pretty much death walking. Or, death limping. I looked away as I backed even farther from the boat, leaning against some barrels nearby.
I watched as Kili and Thorin kept speaking, and I could tell it was starting to get heated.
"I will not leave her!" Kili yelled, and man, did he look pissed.
"So be it. Then you shall stay too." Thorin said bristly, avoiding making eye contact with Kili or myself.
"I'll stay with them." Oin said as he got off of the boat. "My duties lie with the wounded."
I watched as Oin walked past Kili and Thorin and stopped in front of me. Kili gave one last look at Thorin before turning on his heel and walking towards me as well.
"Kili, you can't stay here because of me." I said to him as he stopped next to me.
"Malia, I'm staying. You deserve this as much as us." Kili said, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly.
I kept looking at Kili, trying to figure out why he would do this. I knew how much this meant to him. Then, Fili stormed up to us, placing a hand on Kili's shoulder and they nodded at each other.
"Oh for fucks sake, you too?" I asked Fili.
Oin took closer to me, putting his hand on my forehead and blocking my view. "You are as white as snow, Malia."
"Oin I swear to god," I groaned, slapping his hand away from my head.
Oin frowned, but nodded regardless and took a step away from me.
"Please." I tugged on Kili's hand as I looked from Kili to Fili. "You guys have to go."
The crowd around us began cheering, and I knew they were about to leave.
"I can't be the reason you two aren't there." I continued.
"You're not." Fili said, shaking his head and looking to where the boat was. "Thorin is."
I groaned. "He's right to leave me behind! I look like death and walking is really, really painful. And I think the arrow was poisoned." I paused. "And I might be low-key dying."
Kili grabbed my cheek, forcing me to look up at him.
"More reasons for me to stay." He said, smiling sadly at me.
I groaned, leaning my head on Kili's chest. He let go of my hand and wrapped his arms around me, bringing me even closer to him.
"The day I met you I knew everything had changed, Malia. From the moment I ran into you." Kili said, his hands trailing up and down my back soothingly as he sighed, his head nestling in my hair.
"You mean body-slammed into me so hard I lost my breath?" I asked him.
Kili chuckled, holding me tighter. "Yes."
"And then you said I talked strange." I reminded him.
Bofur pushed his way through the crowd and stopped before us, sighing.
"Ha," He looked at all of us. "So you missed the boat as well?"
I felt a sharp pang from my leg, and I heard ringing in my ears as I felt like my whole body was trying to turn off.
I grabbed onto Kili, holding him tighter as I felt my legs go weak.
"Help." I whispered, feeling myself starting to slowly fall. My vision was fading out, and I couldn't even hear the ringing anymore.
Before I could fall, Kili grabbed me and lifted me up into his arms.
Then all went dark.
I had blacked out, but when I woke up I was on a bed in Bard's house. Honestly, I had preferred being blacked out, because at least then I couldn't feel how much my body hurt.
Kili was knelt beside the bed, brushing my hair away from my face.
"Can you not do something?" Fili angrily asked Oin.
I couldn't really see anything besides Kili, but every time I closed my eyes Kili begged me to open them.
"Kee." I said to him, trying to smile at him.
"I'm here Amralime." Kili said, nodding as he stared into my eyes.
"I'm glad to be here with you, Kili." I said, closing my eyes as my headache grew. "Here at the end of all things."
The reference was lost on him.
"Malia." Kili pleaded, shaking me gently as he stroked my forehead. "Stay here." He continued.
I shivered as I opened my eyes, staring up at the ceiling. God, I was freezing.
"She's burning up!" Kili said.
"I need herbs, something to bring down her fever." Oin said as he grabbed a few pots of hot water and a rag.
"I have nightshade, I have feverfew." Bard said from the kitchen.
"They're no use to me. Do you have any kingsfoil?" Oin asked.
"No, it's a weed. We feed it to the pigs." Bard said.
"Pigs?" Bofur asked. "Weed. Right." Bofur came back towards me, and pointed at me. "Don't move."
I groaned. "I wasn't planning."
"Shh, it's okay." Kili said soothingly. "Malia, save your energy."
"When have you ever…" I tried to take a deep breath, but it didn't work so well. "…known me to save my energy?"
Kili looked at me sadly. "Please, Malia."