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“I don’t want to talk to you.” That had been the last thing you’d said to Thorin before he disappeared into battle to meet face to face with Azog the Defiler. And now you had no idea what was happening. Had you somehow cursed Thorin to die that day? His dragon-sick mind had forced you to push him away; he was no longer the Thorin you greatly admired. He was an arrogant, greedy shell of the great man he had once been. Now he was dead.
You had hid away inside Erebor, finding a place within the many halls to be safe away from the battle ensuing outside. From within the mountain and you had heard the clatter of swords, the screams of pain...and then silence. Was it over?
Then you must have fallen asleep, only to feel yourself being shook awake by someone. “Lass?” a deep voice came.
“Dwalin?!” you called, instantly pulling yourself up from both sleep and the cold ground. “How...is everyone....?” You had no idea how to word your question. Who was alive? Who was dead?
“Thorin has been gravely wounded. We don’t know if he’ll make it,” Dwalin replied, concern and sadness gripping his voice. “He is with the healers as we speak, along with Kili.”
“Let the healers go about their work first,” Dwalin said softly, placing his hand on your shoulder in a consoling manner.
It must have been twenty four hours later when you finally received any kind of news of the king and his nephew. The rest of the Company were in good health, with only minor cuts and bruises.
Oin stepped into the large hall where you had been seated, sleeping on and off. “You can come and see them now,” he told you. “The king specifically asked for you.”
You were nervous, shaking as you followed Oin towards the healing chambers. Both of you walked through debris which was strewn across the floor. Statues had been destroyed by Smaug. There would certainly be much re-building to do in order to restore Erebor to its former beauty.
Suddenly you stopped, feeling a wave of sadness wash over you. Thorin was lying on a bed, bandages wrapped around his middle and there was a gash down his face from his brow down towards his right eye. Your feet would not move and your whole body felt like a block of ice.
“Don’t be nervous. You can come closer,” Thorin told you, his voice gravelly and husky. He held his hand out towards you. “Come.”
Kili was in a bed next to Thorin, smiling at you. But all you could focus on was the Dwarf king who had your heart. And slowly, you stepped closer towards him.
