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Chapter 8: On The Quest
They were stuck. They were never going to get out of this prison and reclaim Erebor. No, they were going to sit and rot whilst Thranduil laughed. Or, more accurately, smirked. If we have to stay here for the rest of our lives, then I would be the last to die. I'm the youngest. Great. Kili wasn't feeling very optimistic. Not even Fili's pink hair could cheer him up.
Suddenly, Bilbo appeared in front of him, holding a large collection of keys. Before Kili could say anything, Bilbo spoke in a hurried whisper.
"I know where everyone is. I stole these off a drunk guard earlier, and I have a plan to get out of here. You need to be as quiet as possible and do what I tell you. Got it?" Kili nodded and Bilbo unlocked his cell door. Tiptoeing, he followed Bilbo.
"Where are we going, Bilbo? I thought we were supposed to be leading us out, not further in?" Fili whispered.
"You will see! Just wait a moment." They rounded a corner and came out in the wine cellars. Standing next to some empty barrels, were two elves. Just as everyone was about to shout at Bilbo and call him a traitor, one of the elves spoke.
"Hello again. When Elrohir and I decided to visit Mirkwood for some festivity, we didn't expect to see you. Has Thrandy been annoying again? I would've thought the pink hair might make him sympathetic to you, after all, he knows first-hand what pink hair is like." By this point the dwarves were all staring, mouths open. Most of them recognised the twins and were scowling as well.
"You." Thorin spoke first. "What do you want?"
"Good question."
"I'm glad you asked. We know that these barrels are sent down a hatch, when empty to be sent back to Laketown. If you each hid in a barrel, then no one would notice you."
"Perfect disguise."
There was an outcry. None of the dwarves liked the idea.
"Shut up! Do you want to get out of here or not?" Bilbo shouted. "People will hear us if you lot keep shouting and I want to get out of here. I haven't eat properly in ages." Food, or lack of, was obviously the only reason for Bilbo shouting at everyone.
Grudgingly, Thorin realised that it was the only way that they were ever going to escape. "Everyone get in the barrels."
"Finally! He sees sense! We will pull the leaver and no one will know a thing." Elladan looked relieved.
"Bilbo, can I have the keys back? We can give them back, and because you locked the doors behind you, it will look like you disappeared into thin air!" Elrohir asked. Bilbo obligingly handed the keys over.
They all clambered into the barrels and Elladan and Elrohir sent them on their way. It was not a pleasant journey. They were not seen, and managed to keep their heads down, so they avoided an orc pack. Kili shuddered at how close that encounter was. Imagine if they had been seen!
Well, at least they got into Laketown without too many problems. Bard wasn't too happy with them staying at his house, but Fili and Kili got on well with his younger children, so he couldn't complain too much.
Once they had reclaimed the mountain, Fili and Kili had found some fiddles and a harp. They handed the harp to Thorin and they all played together one evening. It was peaceful, until Kili got a mad glint in his eye and began to play the jig they had at home – only double the speed. Once everyone had a partner and was comfortable, they began increasing the speed, faster and faster, until everyone fell on the floor laughing. That was a good night.
This isn't the last chapter. I was writing the last chapter and realized that this had to go first.
Hopefully, I will have written the (hopefully) last chapter and posted it.
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