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Star of the Mountain Chapter 31

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

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Being king came with new responsibilities. Especially since Erebor had been abandoned for so long, and the Battle had taken place not long ago. Thorin found himself extremely busy.

To start, Erebor needed cleaning and rebuilding. Nearly all available dwarves were working on clearing stone and making things back to the way they were. Dwarves were slowly returning to the mountain, meaning that living spaces needed to be open and clean, as well as markets and other areas. Thankfully those that came were willing to help see Erebor returned to its former glory.

Then came the politics. Several days following the battle, Thorin worked on drafting a treaty with Thranduil and Bard. The three rulers agreed to become allies, since once their kingdoms were functional again, they would all benefit from one another. During these meetings, Bard tended to be the collected one of the rulers, but other mediators helped to resolve some tensions.

Thorin also made an effort to right the wrongs he had made. Gold was given to Bard so that the humans could begin rebuilding Dale and providing for themselves. The White Gems of Lasgalen were returned to Thranduil.

And Bard returned the Arkenstone.

When he had placed the stone on the table before them all, Thorin had tensed. He hadn’t truly seen the Arkenstone in years, and there it was before him. He had shut his eyes after a minute and forced himself to look at Bard.

“Thank you,” he had said.

Bard had nodded. Thranduil however had asked the question lingering in all of their minds:

“What will you do with it?” He then had added, “I would rather not repeat the events of the past.”

Thorin agreed. He was going to strive to keep his promise, to not become his grandfather again, nor succumb to the dragon sickness again. So, he decided to return the Arkenstone to its place in the throne room. It would still serve as the king’s jewel, but it would remain there.

Once the external politics were settled, Thorin found himself dealing with the internal politics involving those in Erebor. With Balin and Dwalin’s help, Thorin put together a counsel to help manage those affairs. Several members of the counsel had been in his grandfather’s counsel. The several new faces were dwarves that were well respected.

Soon enough, the counsel was meeting almost every day to sort out the necessary items. As things within Erebor began to settle with its reconstruction, the meetings would begin to become fewer during the following weeks.

It all was rather tedious. And exhausting.

And then there was recovery.

Amongst everything that Thorin had on his plate, he was still physically recovering from the battle. After almost three weeks, he was almost back to normal. The cuts and bruises he had sustained during the battle were gone. The only lingering pain was in his foot where he had been stabbed, and being on his feet for long periods of time did not do the wound much good. Oin was constantly nagging him to rest more.

But there was another pain Thorin felt, one that could not be healed by medicine.

For almost a week after the funeral, Thorin had not seen Oreliell anywhere. After asking some of the company, they said that Vedis was enforcing rest upon her sister, much to Oreliell’s displeasure. But now, Thorin was seeing her seemingly everywhere. She was more active now that she had recovered some. Tauriel mentioned that Vedis had been doing a healing spell almost every day for her since her wounds were a bit more extensive.

During the battle, Oreliell had received various cuts and bruises, as was expected in battle. She also had some bruised ribs, a slight head injury, and a stab wound in her side. Not to mention the fact that she nearly drowned. However, now that she had recovered some, she was mobile around the mountain. Meaning Thorin saw her around more often. And while he was happy to see her throughout his day, he also found it painful.

She was avoiding him. More accurately, Vedis was making it difficult for him to talk to her. Oreliell was always with her sister and any time Thorin tried to approach them, Vedis would glare at him. He knew that Vedis was frustrated with his actions before the battle, but he had doubted the lengths she would go to after the fact.

“I don’t know how much longer I can handle this,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair. Balin and Dwalin walked on either side of him as they made their way to the council hall for the upcoming meeting. “I can barely get close to her.”

“Vedis does seem more protective than usual,” Dwalin said.

“Her sister was injured not long ago,” Balin pointed out. “Perhaps Vedis is just being vigilant.”

“Oreliell can look after herself,” Thorin said. “I haven’t had one moment with her since before the battle.”

The sons of Fundin exchanged a look.

“Perhaps that has something to do with it?” Balin said. “Unfortunately, things were not left well off. Yes, the sickness had great influence, but perhaps it has left a lingering wound for Oreliell.”

“And that is why I wish to speak with her, Balin,” Thorin said. “She is my One. I want to make amends, but that is hard to do when I can’t… Kili, what are you doing?”

The prince stood up straight and turned to face them as they came to a stop.

“Oh, hello uncle,” Kili said with a sheepish smile on his face. “I didn’t hear you coming.”

“What are you up to, lad?” Dwalin asked, crossing his arms in suspicion.

“Nothing.” The older dwarves continued to look at him. “Nothing, I swear! I was coming to the council hall as agreed for our meeting today and heard voices inside. I was going to go in, until I heard someone mention Oreliell.”

Thorin stood up a little straighter.

“What about Oreliell?” Kili looked hesitant to continue. “Kili.”

“They’re not entirely pleased, Thorin,” Kili said. “They’ve been talking about her, Vedis, and Tauriel, and their presence here in Erebor.”

Thorin stepped forward so he could take Kili’s place by the door. He could hear several dwarves conversing inside.

“How long must we continue to tolerate this?” one dwarf, Lord Korvon, exclaimed. “Erebor has been reclaimed, and yet those elves continue to wander our halls as if they were their own! Who do they think they are?”

“I heard that they were part of the King’s company and helped reclaim the mountain,” another voice said.

“And I heard that they used magic to seduce our king and prince,” said another. “This whole thing might be a plot from Thranduil to try and overtake our kingdom.”

“Whatever the case may be,” Lord Korvon said, “I do not like having elvish filth walking freely around Erebor.”

“And how do we bring up the matter with the king? Whether he is under a spell, or truly allies with the elves, how can we expect to bring up the subject?”

“We will find a way. We simply must wait for the right opportunity.”

Thorin stepped away from the door, glaring at the wood.

“What happened?” Balin said.

“It is as Kili said. They are discussing the probability of the elves using magic on us to stay in Erebor, or if they were working for Thranduil to overtake us. They are suggesting that they be dealt with.”

Dwalin seemed to growl.

“They have no right to assume such things,” he said. “I ought to go in there and-”

“No,” Balin said. “That will only increase the conflict. Do not forget that when the sisters joined our company back in Rivendell, many had the same thoughts. But we came to know them and thus saw them differently.”

“You’re right,” Kili said. “They proved themselves to us, gained our trust.”

“Precisely. To overcome this, we must show that they are on our side.”

“What do you propose, Balin?” Thorin asked.

The next day, Thorin looked as the doors to the council hall opened. The dwarf lords were talking amongst themselves but quickly went silent when they stepped inside. Thorin had to hold back a smile at their surprised expressions.

“My lords,” he greeted. “Come. Join us.”

The lords slowly came forward and took their seats at the table.

“Let’s get started,” Balin said.

The meeting got underway. Balin led discussion, bringing up various topics that needed to be addressed. However, after a point, Lord Korvon cleared his throat.

“Do you have something to add, Lord Korvon?” Thorin said.

“I apologize for the interruption, my king,” he said, “but I feel as though I speak for us all when I ask /why are… elves present today?\”

Thorin smiled when he switched to speaking in their native tongue.

“/I invited them.\” He glanced at Oreliell and Vedis before looking back at the dwarf. “/I have asked them to join this council.\”

Surprise overtook their faces.

“/What do you mean by this, my king?\” asked Lord Trinan.

“/This means that from this point on, they shall be part of my council. I greatly value their opinions and believe they will provide great insight.\”

“/Insight or not, my king, they are elves. What interest could they possibly have in dwarven politics, other than potential sabotage?\” Lord Korvon said, standing up. His face was becoming red as he glared at the women.

Thorin studied the dwarf for a long moment.

“/Are you questioning the king’s decision, Lord Korvon?\” Dwalin asked.

“/I believe I have a right to do so. We know next to nothing about these women other than they are now living within our walls. And for what reason?\”

“/Perhaps we should hear the elves out, Korvon,\” said Lord Malrak, “/and learn how they have earned their place at table.\”

“/They have no place here. Elves do not belong among dwarves. There is another plot here. Let us throw them out and be done with them!\”

Dwalin’s hands tightened into fists and Thorin noticed Kili start to rise out of his seat. He quickly waved his hand in order to stop them, but their movements were halted when Oreliell rose to her feet.

“/I believe it best, Lord Korvon, if you heed the advice of your fellow lords. They seem to hold more wisdom than you in this moment.\”

Korvon nearly stumbled back in shock.

“You speak khuzdul?”

“Quite well.”

“It is sorcery.”

“We have no magic abilities, Lord Korvon. We are ordinary, just like you.”

“I am nothing like you, elf.”

“Perhaps not. But as your fellow lords have stated, it might be best to listen for answers rather than accuse individuals of treasonous things.”

She stared at Korvon, as if daring him to make another statement. Slowly, Korvon sat down. Thorin smiled. Oreliell turned to look at the rest of the table.

“My name is Oreliell,” she said. “My sister and I hail from the lost realm of Thananti in the Icebay of Forochel. We are allies and friends of the king, a choice made of free will by all parties. We joined the company in Rivendell, where we chose to travel with them to help them reclaim their homeland from Smaug. Following the dragon’s death, we served on the battlefield to defend the mountain and its king.”

“How do we know that none of what you say is a lie?” Korvon asked. He glared at her as she sat back down. “I mean no offense, my king, but I do not believe that any of the members of the company would be good judges of this.”

“And why is that, Lord Korvon?” Kili asked.

“They would have had plenty of time to deceive you, my prince. Who else, other than you, can vouch for them?”

“I will.” Everyone turned their eyes to Dain. The Lord of the Iron Hills was leaning back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. “I was present during the battle. These two lasses led the elven charge to assist us against the orcs. Vedis there stopped a troll from takin’ my head clean off. I trust them.”

Thorin nodded to his cousin.

“As do I.”

“Lord Rusnig?”

Lord Rusnig was a few years younger than Balin. His snow white hair and wrinkled face showed his age, but his eyes still twinkled like that of a young dwarf lad. He scanned the room.

“Aye. I met these elves on the road, years after we were driven from the mountain. They saved my family from bandits.” He looked at the sisters. “Without them, my wife and children might have perished. For that, I thank you both.”

Oreliell smiled at him while Vedis nodded.

Thorin looked back at Korvon.

“Any other objections, my lord?” he asked.

“My king, even if these two remain on the council, there is no guarantee that the dwarves of Erebor will accept them. Their position on the council and in Erebor would be pointless.”

“Since the battle ended, Vedis and I have been active in the efforts to help,” Oreliell said. “We paid our respects to the fallen and have offered our assistance with the kingdom’s restoration, as well as assisted its people. Our faces are known throughout the mountain. The dwarves of Erebor have suffered enough at the hands of Smaug and Azog. Why would we wish to add on to it?”

Korvon’s glare hardened.

“Men caile.”

“Hold your tongue!” Dwalin growled.

Thorin stood up.

“Lord Korvon, need I remind you that you are replaceable here?” he said. “I am sure that there are many dwarves who would be honored to hold your seat. If you cannot control yourself or have an issue with the decision of your king, then you will be asked to step down so a new dwarf can take your place.”

Korvon at least had the common sense to look ashamed.

“Is there anything else that needed discussed today?” Balin asked. No one said anything. “Very well. We shall continue these discussions during our next session. Good day, everyone.”

The dwarf lords were the first to file out. Lord Rusnig stayed a few extra minutes to give another round of thanks to Oreliell and Vedis before he too left.

When they were gone, Thorin turned to the sisters. The others moved several steps away so that they could speak in private.

“Thank you for being here today,” he said, “and thank you for agreeing to join the council.”

“Of course,” Oreliell replied. “But do you think it was the right choice? Elves on the council of a dwarven realm?”

“It is what I wish,” he said. “I trust you both and value your opinions greatly.” Oreliell gave him a small smile. “Oreliell, I want to-”

The doors to the hall burst open suddenly. Everyone turned to find Nori and Bofur standing there, smiles on their faces.

“They’re here!” Nori exclaimed.

“Who?” Dwalin asked.

“Dwarves from the Blue Mountains!” Bofur said. “They’ll be here in an hour. They sent a raven ahead.”

He handed Thorin the letter. Thorin unfolded it and read the words inside. He couldn’t help but smile. He looked up at Kili as he passed the letter to Balin.

“Your mother is with them,” Thorin said.

Kili’s face lit up.

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Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

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“Vedis does seem more protective than usual,” Dwalin said.

“Her sister was injured not long ago,” Balin pointed out. “Perhaps Vedis is just being vigilant.”

“Oreliell can look after herself,” Thorin said. “I haven’t had one moment with her since before the battle.”

The sons of Fundin exchanged a look.

“And that is why I wish to speak with her, Balin,” Thorin said. “She is my One. I want to make amends, but that is hard to do when I can’t… Kili, what are you doing?”

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 30

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

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Kili took a deep breath as he made an attempt to mentally prepare himself. After everything he had experienced in the last several months, this was about to be the hardest day of his life.

So much had happened in the last few days that Kili felt as though everything was finally catching up. King Thranduil had been kind enough to leave several elven healers to tend to the wounded since the dwarves and men did not have the same skills when it came to healing. Shelter was set up across Dale for the wounded and tents were scattered around the field in front of the mountain as extra cover. Many dwarves had taken up residence in the mountain, clearing away the rubble when there was a spare moment.

The battle field had been mostly cleared. Most of the bodies had already been buried. The elves had taken their kin back to Mirkwood to be given a proper send off and the humans had laid their dead to rest near the base of Dale. The bodies of orcs, wargs, trolls, and the like were dragged into piles and burned.

But now, all dwarves gathered in the mountain to remember those who had fallen in the battle. The men were holding their own remembrance ceremony in Dale. Kili knew that this needed to be done, to honor the fallen, but at the same time, he did not want to go.

Kili stepped into the large hall. The dwarves from the Iron Hills stood above in the balconies, waiting for the ceremony to start so that they might pay their respects. Kili glanced up at them before looking at the company. They cleaned up well, especially after the labors of the past days. He exchanged brief nods of greeting with them.

“Kili.”

The prince turned at the sound of Thorin’s voice. Thorin was dressed in regal looking clothes. It was not quite as heavy as what he wore before the battle, but it gave him the royal air that he now held.

“My king,” he said, bowing his head.

Thorin chuckled lightly and shook his head.

“No need for that, Kili,” he said. “First and foremost, I am still your uncle.” He paused and a look of grief passed over his face. “I apologize that I forgot that.”

Kili smiled a little.

“It’s all right, uncle. Thankfully you are back with us.”

Thorin nodded. He sighed after a long minute.

“I sent a raven to the Blue Mountains this morning,” he said. “Rather, to your mother.”

“What did you tell her?” Kili asked quietly.

“That we succeeded in our quest to win the mountain. And that it was not without its great cost.”

“So she will know… about Fili.”

“Yes. I did not want her to come unprepared to face our reality. While I wish that we were there to offer some comfort, I felt it best. I suspect she will arrive in a few months time with other dwarves from the Blue Mountains.”

“I agree with your decision, uncle. Mother is quite possibly the strongest woman I know. She will be all right.”

The two were interrupted when they heard quiet talking behind them. They looked back toward the entrance, where Dwalin was slowly walking forward with two taller figures. Kili couldn’t help but smile.

“Vedis. Oreliell,” he greeted.

The women smiled.

“Hello,” Oreliell said.

“You’ll never believe where I found these two,” Dwalin said. “They were trying to make their way to the balcony. I figured they should be down here with us.”

“Of course,” Thorin said. “You are part of the company, after all. And…” Kili glanced at Thorin as his voice trailed off. He then quickly looked at the sisters. Oreliell’s head was bowed slightly while Vedis glared at his uncle. “By any means, I am glad you came.”

“We would not miss this,” Oreliell said. “Fili was our friend, part of the family we have come to care for. We had to be here.”

Kili couldn’t help but take Oreliell’s hand. He smiled tightly, fighting the tears he felt starting to come.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Of course,” she said again. “Tauriel wishes that she could attend, but she remained in Dale to see to the wounded. She is saying prayers for your brother.”

Kili smiled, thankful for her words and that Tauriel was thoughtful enough to give prayers for a dwarf she barely knew.

Dwalin glanced up at one of the balconies before looking back at the group.

“It’s almost time to begin,” he said. “We best get ready.”

Thorin nodded. He gave short smiles to Kili and the elves before stepping forward. As he walked away, Kili looked at the sisters.

“Shall we?” he said, taking a breath to steady himself.

The women nodded. Kili was about to start walking when he heard Oreliell hiss. He quickly looked at her, eyes immediately scanning her for the issue. Her hand was pressed against her side, around where she had been stabbed. Kili looked up at her in concern.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Just a small pinch,” she said.

Vedis glared at Oreliell.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t be resting?” Kili asked.

Vedis gave her sister another pointed look.

Oreliell shook her head.

“I am fine,” she said, returning her sister’s glare. She then turned her gaze to Kili. “I will be okay for the time being. I want to be here so I can say goodbye.”

Kili nodded.

They slowly approached the center of the room where a stone table stood. Above them, horns began to play. Kili watched as Thorin started the processional. He stepped up to the table and bowed his head. Kili approached next.

Fili has been cleaned of any wounds that he had sustained during the battle. His hair had been cleaned and his clothes were free of blood. It was almost startling to see after so many weeks on the road. It was strange; Fili and Kili caused so much mischief all their lives that smiles rarely left their faces. He looked peaceful now.

Kili closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the tears come again. He felt Thorin’s comforting hand on his shoulder, a silent act of support between kin. The two stood silently at Fili’s head while the company made their way around to pay their respects. There was not a dry eye among them. Kili found himself looking to Oreliell and Vedis.

Vedis’s eyes seemed to sparkle a little, but Kili couldn’t quite tell in the dim light. Oreliell on the other hand was clearly crying. Her gaze never strayed from Fili’s body. Kili thought she looked deep in thought. A gentle nudge from Dwalin startled her and he saw her wince slightly before moving. Vedis led her over to where Gandalf, Radagast, and Beorn were standing. Kili glanced at his uncle, whose eyes also seemed to follow the sisters.

Both their attention was brought back as Dain finally stepped forward, crown in hand. Thorin bowed his head, allowing Dain to set the crown upon his head. As Thorin stood up, Kili could see the difference in him. It was nothing like before the battle. He no longer looked weighed down, nor was there an unpleasant air around him. He was still simply Thorin.

Dain turned to face the dwarven masses that watched from above.

“Long live the king!” he shouted.

“Long live the king!” the crowd cheered. They raised their swords, a symbol of their loyalty to their new king.

Thorin let them cheer for a minute before raising his arms. The room slowly fell silent again.

“I am deeply thankful for all that have stood by me and have bravely fought for our homeland,” he said. His voice carried throughout the room, demanding the attention and respect that a king deserved. “And I am honored to finally serve as your king. Let this mark a new age for dwarves as we rebuild our kingdom to its glory!”

The mountain erupted with cheers again. They were all excited to see their homeland finally reclaimed and restored. And under Thorin’s leadership, they would begin to see that. Thorin waited until they calmed so he could continue.

“For now, let today be a day of remembrance. A day to remember the end of hardship for Durin’s folk. A day to remember the victory that occurred here, that will be told for all of time. And a day on which we remember those that gave their lives fighting for our home.” He smiled and raised his arms. “Let us celebrate! For Erebor!”

“For Erebor!”

The mountain soon came alive as the dwarves readied a celebration. The kitchens were crowded as food was being prepared. Others were busy cleaning the great hall and setting it up with tables, chairs, and benches. Kili was amazed by how effectively they moved, despite not having been in Erebor for decades.

He looked at the company, who were gathered together to discuss what needed done. Thorin was talking with Dwalin, pointing at different things around the room. But every now and then, his gaze would drift over to Oreliell, who sat with Vedis several yards away. Any time Oreliell realized she was being watched, Thorin turned his gaze away. It was almost painful to watch the two of them.

But Kili realized that someone was missing.

“Where’s Bilbo?” he asked those nearby.

“I thought I saw him walk that way with Balin,” Ori said, pointing down a hall. “He had his pack with him and everything.”

“You don’t suppose he’s leaving, do you?” Nori asked.

“Bilbo is journeying home,” Oreliell said, having just joined them. “Balin offered to walk him out to meet with Gandalf.”

“Without a proper goodbye?” Bofur said. “That won’t do. Come on, lads! We ought to give the hobbit a proper sendoff!”

The company followed Bofur down the hallway. Kili walked by Oreliell’s side, knowing that she would be walking slower than normal. She hid it well, but he could tell she was uncomfortable. He glanced behind him, smiling slightly when he saw Thorin and Dwalin following as well. Thorin’s eyes were primarily on Oreliell, as if to also keep an eye on her. Kili smiled and turned forward again.

As they neared the front gate, they could hear Balin and Bilbo talking.

“There will be a great feast tonight,” Balin was saying. “Songs will be sung, tales will be told. And the past few days will fall into legend. As will Fili.”

Bilbo shook his head slightly.

“I know that’s how you must honor him,” he said, “but to me, he was never that. To me… he was…” He sighed, unable to find the words. Instead, he adjusted his pack. “I think I’ll slip quietly away. Will you tell the others I said goodbye?”

“You can tell them yourself.”

Bilbo paused and turned around. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw that the company had gathered. The company smiled back at him. He turned to face them all. He looked at them for a long moment before speaking.

“If any of you are ever passing Bag End, tea is at four. There’s plenty of it. You are welcome anytime.” The company bowed to him, smiles on their faces. “Oh, and uh, don’t bother knocking.”

The dwarves chuckled. Kili knew they were each recalling the day they first met Bilbo at his home.

Thorin stepped forward, a smile on his face. He placed his hand on Bilbo’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Bilbo, for all that you have done for our people. You are truly the greatest friend one can ask for. I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate. You did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me. I was too blind to see it. I am so sorry that I have led you into such peril.”

Bilbo shook his head.

“No, I’m glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin. Each and every one of them. It is far more than any Baggins deserves.”

Thorin smiled at him. He pulled Bilbo into a brief hug before stepping back.

“Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books. And your armchair. Plant your trees. Watch them grow. If more people valued home above gold, this world would be a merrier place. You are welcome in Erebor any time.”

“Thank you, Thorin. I wish you all the best. All of you.”

Kili smiled as he walked forward.

“Farewell, Mister Boggins,” he said, grinning when Bilbo chuckled. “Safe travels back to the Shire. I hope to see you again.”

“You as well, Kili.”

The rest of the company said their own goodbyes. Finally, Oreliell and Vedis stepped up to the hobbit. Oreliell bowed her head, placing her hand over her chest before extending it to Bilbo.

“It was an honor to travel beside you, Bilbo,” she said. “You are by far the bravest hobbit Vedis and I have ever come across. You have our respect and our thanks.”

“And you have mine,” Bilbo said. “It was truly amazing to meet you both.”

Vedis set her hand on Bilbo’s shoulder. A moment later, Bilbo’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped in surprise. His eyes darted between the sisters and he stuttered.

“Are you- did she just- wait, I-”

Oreliell chuckled while Vedis smiled fondly. She removed her hand a minute later, leaving Bilbo and the dwarves surprised still.

“Until we meet again, mellon.” Oreliell looked at Gandalf, who stood ready with a pony and a horse. “Take care of him, Gandalf,” she called.

“Of course. As if I would allow anything to happen to our burglar,” Gandalf replied.

With one last round of goodbyes, Bilbo made his way to the wizard. The company watched as they mounted their rides and slowly made their way down the hillside.

“You know, I’ll miss the hobbit,” Kili said after a while.

Oreliell scoffed and smirked down at him.

“You’ll miss picking on him, you mean.”

Kili shrugged.

“We have much to be thankful for because of Master Baggins,” Thorin said. “We owe him much.”

“Aye, and it’s a shame he didn’t stick around for the feast,” Nori said.

“Guess we’ll just have to eat and drink in his honor,” Gloin replied.

“Let’s get going then, lads!” Bofur said. “Celebration awaits!”

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 29

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“No!” Thorin shouted.

Azog turned away from the broken ice to look at him. Thorin felt rage burn within him, hot as dragon fire.

“You will die for that,” Thorin growled, raising Orcrist.

Azog smirked. Thorin charged. Their blades clashed.

While Thorin was fueled by his rage, his strength was waning. The dragon sickness and continuous fighting were catching up to him. Meanwhile, Azog was practically bred for war and pushed on.

Thorin grunted at a particularly hard blow, making him stumble. Before he could regain his footing, Azog hit him again. Thorin fell back onto the ice. Azog swung his sword twice and Thorin was barely able to block each attack. Azog went to stab Thorin, but he was able to raise Orcrist fast enough to stop it.

The two stared at one another. Azog had the advantage by being on top, pressing down onto Thorin. Thorin hated the parallel of this situation. Images of Oreliell in the same position flashed through Thorin’s mind. He remembered Fili, hanging above his death. His mind then flickered to Kili. Was he even alive?

Thorin gritted his teeth. If he was going to die, he was not going to be a coward. He glared at Azog despite the weakening of his arms. Azog’s smirk faded into a snarl and he glared right back. Thorin saw Azog shift as he went to put more weight onto his arm.

But Thorin felt the moment he jerked and froze. His eyes widened and he let out a breath of shock. A sword was sticking out of the Pale Orc’s chest. Azog stumbled back when the blade was jerked back. His movement removed any pressure off of Thorin, and Azog turned to look at his attacker. Thorin followed his gaze.

There, dripping wet and covered in both her own blood and the blood of the orcs she had killed that day, stood Oreliell. Her chest was heaving, and her freezing hair stuck to her face as she glared at Azog. Thorin couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her standing and alive.

Azog sank to his knees, facing Oreliell. She stared at him, almost at eye level with him, as he began to slouch in defeat. Thorin however noticed his bladed arm tense up.

“No!” he shouted.

Azog swung his arm toward Oreliell, but she too had seen the slight movement. She moved faster than him and brought her sword down on his arm, cutting it off entirely, finishing the job Thorin had started years ago. Azog shouted in pain.

Oreliell looked at Thorin and nodded. He rose to his feet, adjusted his grip on Orcrist before shoving it through the Orc’s back. Azog made a small choking sound.

“/Your death came at the hands of the line of Durin,\” he growled.

Thorin twisted the blade. They heard Azog’s bones break further and his skin tear. Thorin felt him go limp. After a nod of confirmation from Oreliell, Thorin pushed Azog away and watched his body collapse.

They both looked at him for several long moments before they were certain he was dead this time.

Thorin looked up at Oreliell and smiled at her. She gave a weak smile in return. It was at that moment Thorin noticed how unfocused her eyes were and how her legs shook. Her sword slipped from her hand and her legs began to buckle.

“Oreliell!” Thorin quickly moved around Azog’s body. Oreliell fell to the lake’s surface. Thorin quickly grabbed her before her feet could touch the freezing water. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Thorin dragged Oreliell away from the shattered ice and Azog’s body. It was hard to do with the injury he sustained to his foot, but he managed. He laid her down on the edge of the lake, propping her up against a large rock. Oreliell hissed in pain, her hand jerking toward her wound.

Thorin quickly helped her remove her armor and threw it to the side. He pulled off his jacket and pressed it to her wound. Oreliell flinched, crying out in pain.

“That hurts,” she muttered.

“I would apologize, but I need to stop the bleeding.”

Oreliell lifted her hand to grip Thorin’s wrist, prompting him to look up at her. Mahal, her eyes were so bright. It was those eyes that helped him come back.

“Vedis,” she said before inhaling sharply. She paused to catch her breath. “Find Vedis. Or Tauriel. They should be up here somewhere.”

Thorin shook his head.

“I will not leave you here to die.”

“Then the best option is to get a healer.”

Before Thorin could respond, a sound caught their attention.

“Thorin!”

The two looked at each other in surprise at the sudden voice.

“Is that-”

“Thorin! Where are you?”

“Master Baggins!” Thorin shouted.

A moment later, Bilbo came running over top of the ruins. He paused for a moment at the sight of the two, only to pale when he realized what exactly he was seeing.

“What happened?” he asked, hurrying closer.

“Oreliell’s been injured,” Thorin said. “Fetch one of the elves, Master Baggins. She needs a healer.”

“Which elf?” Bilbo questioned, now a little panicked by the urgency in Thorin’s voice and at the sight of blood soaking Oreliell’s clothes.

“Any of them,” Oreliell cut in, her voice a bit harsher than she meant. “Vedis or Tauriel. Either. Just go!”

Bilbo nodded quickly and scurried off. Thorin looked down at Oreliell. He couldn’t help but smile down at her.

“A little harsh, don’t you think?”

She gave him a small glare.

“I’d like to think I’m justified given the current situation. And you can’t be the one to criticize me, seeing as you have used the same tone many times to speak to our hobbit.”

“Aye, I suppose you are right.” Thorin’s face fell. “Oreliell, I’m-”

“No, not right now.” She coughed suddenly and winced after she calmed. She opened her eyes and looked at Thorin. “You will not apologize now, Thorin. If you are going to apologize, you will do it when I’m not dying.”

“You’re not going to die.”

Oreliell merely smiled but didn’t bother to retort.

Thorin pulled away his coat slightly to get a better look at her wound. She was still bleeding, dying his blue coat a dark red. She hadn’t been stabbed in a terribly vital place, but with nothing in place, she was losing blood far quicker than he would have liked. Thorin looked up at her. Her breathing was labored but she still seemed to be fully aware. She suddenly winced.

“What is it?” Thorin asked.

“Vedis,” she replied. “She’s on her way.”

Sure enough, Vedis appeared not a minute later. She ran over to them, sliding to her knees by Oreliell’s side. She pushed Thorin’s hands out of the way, quickly getting to work on assessing her wound. Thorin had to force himself to step away. While he wanted to stay by Oreliell’s side, Vedis needed room to work.

“Uncle!”

Thorin turned around quickly at the voice.

“Kili,” he breathed. He pulled his nephew close, holding him tightly against his chest. Kili returned the hug, burying his face into Thorin’s shoulder. After a long moment, Thorin pulled away, putting his hand on the back of Kili’s neck. “I am glad you are safe,” he whispered.

“You as well,” Kili said. He glanced behind Thorin at Oreliell. Tauriel had quickly left his side and was helping Vedis, effectively blocking his view of her. “How is she?”

Thorin didn’t know how to answer. He had seen her injury himself, but Vedis and Tauriel were both healers.

“She is strong,” he replied instead.

Kili nodded in understanding. The two of them watched as the elves worked, hoping for some sort of clue as to what was happening. Thorin could hear Tauriel speaking in elvish and while Thorin was able to understand some of it, she was speaking too quickly and quietly to get a clear idea.

Several minutes later, Tauriel rose to her feet and walked toward the dwarves. Thorin stood straighter.

“Well?” Kili asked.

“We must move her,” she said. “Vedis and I will take her on one of the eagles to Dale. There is healing supplies there that we need. We will know more once we are there.”

It wasn’t the answer Thorin had wanted but it was a start. He nodded to her.

Vedis was already on her feet, lifting Oreliell up. An eagle was approaching Ravenhill, descending nearby. As Tauriel went to help carry Oreliell, Thorin saw Oreliell look over her shoulder. Her eyes connected with Thorin’s. They stared at one another for a minute before she was led away. Thorin wanted to join them. He wanted to remain by her side, help in whatever way he could, but healing was not his speciality. He would have to leave that to the elves.

“Um, Thorin?” Thorin turned to look at Bilbo. “Dwalin wanted me to let you know that he was going to Fili. Said he was going to get him ready so we can take him back to the mountain.”

Thorin nodded. Images of Fili falling flashed before him. Thorin wrapped an arm around Kili, whose breath had hitched at the mention of his brother.

“Thank you, Bilbo,” Thorin said. They watched the elves climb on top of the eagle before it flew away, over the battlefield and toward Dale. “Let’s go.”

Thorin looked over at the healing tents. Many had been set up, and several buildings had also been transformed. Thorin’s gaze flickered among the injured.

“Do not blame yourself, Thorin,” Balin said quietly. “War was bound to happen either way.”

“And yet how much of this suffering could have been avoided?”

He looked at a smaller tent that had been set up by the elves. The front was closed, but he knew who lay inside. He had seen Tauriel peek out every so often to get supplies.

“She is strong, Thorin,” Balin said. “She will pull through.”

“That remains to be seen.”

The dwarves looked at the sudden voice. Thranduil was standing behind them, still dressed in his armor. His eyes were trained on the tent as well before they dropped down to dwarves. Thorin narrowed his eyes at Thranduil.

“You know nothing of Oreliell,” he said.

“And yet I know more than you do, dwarf.”

He motioned his head for Thorin to follow then started toward his own tent. Thorin hesitated to move, casting a glance at the tent. Balin put his hand on Thorin’s shoulder.

“Go, laddie. I will make sure that you stay informed about her condition.”

Thorin nodded. He stood and followed after Thranduil. By the time he stepped into the tent, he had already gotten rid of his armor and was dressed in an elven tunic. Thranduil glanced at him.

“Do you plan to throw insults at me again, or are you prepared to actually listen this time? Since, if I recall correctly, you failed to listen to my advice.”

“I recognize what has happened and we have all suffered because of it,” Thorin said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Some more than others.”

Thranduil hummed.

“I have been around for a long time,” he said as he sat down. “I have seen people come and go, battles won and lost. I have seen pain… and I have seen love. After interacting with Oreliell for the first time, I knew that the two of you shared affection for one another. I should have guessed engagement. She was quite fierce in defending you.”

“Is there an issue with that?”

Thranduil’s eyes narrowed.

“My issue is the way you insulted her. The words you spoke at the gates of Erebor should never have left your lips, let alone have been a thought.”

“I was not myself,” Thorin said.

“Whether or not you were under some lust-driven spell does not change the fact that you insulted her.” Thranduil’s voice was strong and laced with anger. He took a breath. “I am aware of the dwarven concept of Ones. Elves have a similar concept. We marry once in our lives, love once. Your engagement to Oreliell means that she has accepted your proposal at some previous time. At least I assume she willingly accepted-”

“I do not like what you are insinuating, elf. I would not force her. Not like I could.”

“How right you are. But with her acceptance means that she has given you her heart. You are her One, as she presumably is yours. She will love no other the same. While this is good for a relationship, it is dangerous. You have hurt her deeply. While she might not show it, it is the truth. Despite being physically close to her lover, her heart is far. If it remains that way, she will become a shell of herself.”

“What are you saying?” Thorin asked.

Thranduil looked at Thorin steadily.

“If things do not change,” the elven king said, “she will remain this way until she either fades or departs for the Undying Lands. If you wish to see your engagement through, then I suggest you fix things with her before it is too late.”

#The hobbit #Tolkien #Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin #Thorin Oakenshield x oc #Thorin x oc #Thorin Oakenshield x elf oc #Thorin x elf oc #Thorin x elf #The hobbit oc #Fan fiction #Star of the mountain

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Christmas Surprise

Wolverine and the X-men onshot

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x OC

Summary: Warren decides to surprise his girlfriend for Christmas

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, just a little steamy at the end but not a lot

Author's note:

So, I made @mistys-blerbz watch two of my favorite X-men shows - X-men Evolution (2000) and Wolverine and the X-men (2009). We've been exposing one another to different shows and encouraging one another to create OC's for those shows. So, Misty created a character.

But we quickly realized that there is literally no fics for Angel other than the X-men Apocalypse version, and if I'm being honest, I really don't like that version of him. So, of course I had to go and write my own to satisfy us both.

Also, please don't steal my work! I don't own X-men characters or the OC (which belongs to @mistys-blerbz), but this is my own idea.

Elsie hummed happily to the Christmas music that echoed throughout the station. The place was decorated wildly for the holiday. Lights hung from the ceiling and wrapped around several railings. The large red and gold Christmas tree was put up in the lobby. Elsie always loved the train set that was always placed at the base of the tree, especially since the train was replaced with a bright fire truck. When she was younger, she used to lay in front of the tree and watch the train go round and round the base.

She could hear her family chattering around the place, cheering at the football game or laughing at the poker game they had started. The sounds made her feel a sense of peace, filling her heart with warmth. And while she wanted to join them, Elsie had claimed charge of the grill, cooking up enough food to feed a small army. Fire fighters sure knew how to eat. Not that she minded. She was used to cooking for large groups of people. The kids at the Institute could easily rival her Chicago family.

“Dinner smells great, kiddo,” Frank said as he came up next to her. “Glad to see you’ve still got it.”

“I’m hurt, Frank! You think I’d lost it?”

Frank smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. The fire chief was like a father to her. He had graying hair and a full mustache that looked straight from the 80’s, but always had a charming look to him. Elsie guessed he was quite the lady’s man back in the day.

“Never.”

“Good. Now get the hell out of my kitchen. I’m working.”

Frank laughed as he stepped away.

“Ya hear that, boys? She’s home for all of two minutes and she’s already taking over!”

“Damn right!” Elsie called.

“She can take over all she wants!” she heard Ben shout back. “She cooks better than you can, old man!”

Elsie simply smirked at Frank, who looked shocked at the comment.

She loved her family, as crazy and nontraditional as it was.

When she was a baby, she was left at the fire station by her parents. The reason they hadn’t wanted her? She was a mutant, born with green skin, white hair, and golden eyes. The firefighters at the station had decided to take her in rather than turn her over to Child Services, knowing that she would have a better chance growing up with them instead of more than likely jumping foster homes. They gave her a room just for her and taught her everything she knew.

They hadn’t cared about her appearance. In fact, they loved her for it. One of the first things they requested when she had arrived was that she turn off her image inducer bracelet and remain in her true form. The only other time she got to be in her own skin was when she was at the Institute or on missions with the X-men.

Elsie couldn’t have asked for a better family. She loved getting to come home for the holidays and be with them. They always made time for her, even leaving their own families for a time so that they could spend time with her.

The only thing that could possibly make this time better was if her special someone were there with her. The very thought of him made her smile.

She had been dating Warren for several months now. Like her, he was a mutant with a physical mutation. They had gone to college together but did not officially get together until after they both joined the X-men.

The only downside was that neither of their families knew of their relationship.

Warren’s reasoning was straightforward: his father was a big public figure, the CEO of Worthington Industries, with a very vocal dislike for mutants. He even funded several anti-mutant projects. Having a mutant as a son was a “bad look” for Mr Worthington in general, so to learn that his son was dating one would be an even bigger blow to his image.

Elsie’s reasoning was a little more complicated. Her family consisted of a bunch of overprotective fire fighters. They would not hesitate to grill Warren given the chance, possibly even give the “if you hurt our girl” speech. As much as she wanted Warren to meet her family, she was nervous about the responses they would receive.

Elsie smiled when the meat finished on the grill, quickly putting it all on a large plate. She had timed everything perfectly so the food was all finishing around the same time.

She let out a loud whistle, knowing it would catch everyone’s attention.

“Dinner’s ready!” she shouted. “Come and get it while it’s hot!”

In the distance, she could hear people moving around to come upstairs. But she wasn’t expecting to hear a voice in the kitchen with her.

“Think there’s room for one more?”

Elsie whipped around to face the source, her eyes wide.

“Warren?!”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said with a grin.

She gaped at him as he maneuvered through the kitchen to approach her. She wrapped her arms around him - she could never resist a hug from him. He picked her up briefly, swinging her around a little before setting her back on her feet. Her hands subconsciously drifted toward his back, fingers tracing familiar patterns there.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.

“Thought I’d surprise you,” he said.

“But I thought you were spending Christmas with your father?”

He shrugged.

“I told him that I wanted to check out the Chicago lab, see how things were going. I just came from there.”

“You faked an excuse? To come here?”

He nodded, but was slowly looking a little unsure.

“Was that okay?”

“Of course!” He had faked an excuse to his father just so he could spend time with her. She hugged him again, planting a kiss on his lips. “I just wasn’t expecting it!”

“Hence why it’s a surprise, Els.”

A loud cough broke in, drawing the couple’s attention away from each other and toward the kitchen entrance. Elsie winced when she saw that nearly everyone was piled into the doorway staring at them. Slowly, they trickled in and all eyes were on the pair.

“Who the hell is this?” Todd asked.

Elsie smiled sheepishly, linking her arm with Warren’s, who smiled politely at them all.

“Guys, this is Warren,” she said slowly. “My boyfriend.”

There were varying expressions of surprise on their faces. Elsie waited anxiously to see what they would do.

Frank stepped forward first, arms dropping from where they were crossed over his chest. Warren offered his hand to him.

“Warren Worthington. Pleasure to meet you, sir,” he said.

Frank scanned him over briefly before taking his hand and shaking it.

“Pleasure’s all mine. It’s great to finally meet you, Mr Worthington,” Frank said.

“Please, call me Warren.”

“You taking care of our girl, Warren?”

He chuckled a little, almost nervously. He looked at Elsie, flashing her a smile before turning back to Frank.

“Doing my best. But some days it’s more like she’s taking care of me.”

The fire chief smiled.

“She tends to do that. Hey, why don’t you take off your coat? Stay for dinner.”

Warren glanced at Elsie. She gave him an encouraging smile and a small nod. Warren took a breath before he shrugged off his coat. Elsie watched his wings unfurl, stretching them a little to get more comfortable. They seemed to glow in the kitchen lights. As Warren folded up his coat, Elsie looked at her family. They looked even more surprised than before, but they also appeared to be in awe.

“Woah,” Joe breathed.

Elsie smiled at Warren before clapping her hands.

“All right! How about we put the food on the table and eat?”

The rest of the night passed without incident. Of course her family wanted to know everything, so dinner mostly consisted of questions being fired left and right. Sometimes someone would say something that caught Elsie off guard and caused her to groan in embarrassment. In response, Warren would place his hand on her thigh. He’d squeeze it every now and then but would primarily rub his thumb gently over her skin.

But his actions did little to calm her down. In fact, he only succeeded in getting her to go from embarrassed to horny. And that damn man knew exactly what he was doing to her, that little smirk told her everything.

Warren had offered to help Frank clean up from dinner, much to Elsie’s annoyance. She wanted nothing more than to drag him up to her room. But he had chosen to socialize instead, wanting to get to know her family.

Damn, pretty boy.

In all honesty, she loved seeing him openly interact with her family. Warren rarely got to be himself in public, but he didn’t need to put up a front with them. It warmed her heart to see just how comfortable he was with everyone.

The hours slowly went by and things eventually settled down. Most of the crew went home to their families, a few staying in case of emergency. Elsie and Warren said their good nights to everyone before they headed upstairs to her room.

Once the door was shut though, Elsie was practically on top of Warren. The man laughed, putting his hands on her hips and squeezing them in the way that Elsie loved.

“Woah there, sweetheart. Seems like someone is a little excited.”

“It’s your own damn fault,” she said, tugging at his sweater. “You kept touching my thigh during dinner, then brushing up against me throughout the rest of the night.”

Warren hummed, grinning as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Can’t help it, beautiful. I love seeing you all confident and happy. Plus you look amazing tonight. I love seeing this version of you.”

Elsie smiled.

“I guess I can forgive you. But only if you get these damn clothes off.”

“Way ahead of you.”

The two fell into bed, losing themselves in each other.

Elsie sighed as she settled comfortably on Warren’s bare chest.

“God, I missed this.”

“What sex?” Warren said with an amused look.

“No. Well, yes. But no, I meant you.”

Warren smiled. He gripped her chin and pulled her face up to his so he could kiss her sweetly. Elsie hummed happily.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m glad I was able to come by.”

Elsie chuckled.

“I still can’t believe you lied to your dad just to come here.”

“Hey, I’d much rather spend time with you than with a father who barely talks to me. Your family is much more fun. You all seem very close.”

“I’d like to think so. They all basically raised me after my parents left me here. I’d never ask for a better family.”

“Don’t let the kids back at the Institute hear you say that. They might take offense.”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Warren laughed. He tugged her closer and buried his face in her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her skin. Elsie smiled. He never could get enough of her, though the feeling was definitely mutual.

“Oh, I just remembered,” she said. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Before dinner, Frank said it was great to finally meet you. Any idea what that was about?”

Warren nodded. He seemed a little nervous suddenly, but he spoke up anyway.

“Since we were in college, I’ve been giving monthly donations to the station. And when there was that accident a few years back when this place flooded, I helped pay for the repairs. So Frank and I have actually had a little bit of communication since all that.”

Elsie had pushed herself up so she could stare at Warren. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“But all that… that was before we even started dating.”

He nodded.

“Yeah, I know. And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how you’d react. But I wanted to support the station because I knew how much it meant to you, and I knew how much they did to take care of you.” He reached up to cup her cheek, swiping his thumb over her freckles. “I hope that’s okay.”

Elsie could feel tears in the corners of her eyes but she refuses to let them fall. She laughed a little and surged down to kiss him. He was momentarily caught off guard but wrapped his arms around her to bring her closer. Elsie adjusted so she was straddling him, thick thighs on either side of his hips. She pulled away enough to look at him, a wide smile gracing her lips.

“It’s more than okay,” she said. “I just wasn’t expecting that. I knew the station was receiving donations, but Frank never told me who they were coming from. I just… thank you.”

Warren smiled, brushing her white hair back behind her ear.

“Of course, Els. I love you.”

“I love you too, Warren.” A little devilish smirk slowly spread across her face as she rolled her hips. “Now why don’t I show you just how much?”

#wolverine and the x-men #x-men #angel #warren Worthington iii #x-men angel #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington x oc #angel imagine #angel x oc #mutant oc #writing for a friend #I love this show so much #watxm

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 28

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

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It was far too quiet. It was unnerving. Oreliell moved slowly through the tower, trying to keep both an eye and ear out for the orcs. There was no way they could be this quiet.

Fili and Kili were close behind her, also looking around for signs of orcs. They came to a stop at an intersection of halls. Oreliell stepped out first, looking around. Suddenly, they heard something fall, the sound echoing. Oreliell’s eyes narrowed in that direction. Kili took a deep breath in preparation to charge, but was quickly stopped by Fili.

“Wait,” Fili said. “Stay here. Search the lower levels. I’ve got this.”

Kili looked at his brother for a moment. He glanced at Oreliell before nodding and running off. When he was out of sight, Oreliell looked down at Fili.

“I will stay nearby,” she told him. “Go on ahead. But watch your back.”

“I will.”

He gave her a small smile before leaving.

Oreliell watched him go, but couldn’t shake the dread she was feeling. The whole tower made her feel off in a way that she couldn’t explain.

She pushed the feeling away and slowly moved down the hall. Debris was everywhere, armor scattered around along with supplies. There might have been people taking shelter here once upon a time, but no longer.

A low groan caught her attention, causing her to pause. She tilted her head, trying to determine where the sound was coming from. Then, she heard the sound of thundering footsteps and clanging armor. Her eyes widened when she heard fighting.

Fili.

Oreliell turned back the way she came and hurried to where Fili had gone. But she did not get far. A large cluster of orcs blocked her path. They turned to look at her. In the next moment, they launched at her.

Oreliell whipped out her sword, slicing through the first two orcs in a single motion. She also pulled out one of her daggers for the orcs that got too close. She pushed through them, stepping over the bodies that fell. The orcs were not afraid to push at her, using their weight to their advantage. But that didn’t stop her. She pushed back just as hard.

She went through them quickly. Her armor and blades were covered in black blood, as were her face and hair. She shoved the last orc to the ground but paid no attention to where it landed.

Drums had begun to beat somewhere above her. Oreliell felt the dread come back harsher than before. She raced to the nearest opening and looked outside. In the distance, she could see Thorin, Dwalin, and Bilbo.

She heard some struggling in the upper levels. She looked up as much as she could, but could only see the edges of the stone.

“[This one dies first.]” Azog.

Suddenly, Fili appeared over the topmost edge. He was suspended in the air, most likely being held. Oreliell stared in horror.

“[Then the brother. Then you, Oakenshield. You will die last.]”

“Go,” she heard Fili say. His voice carried in the silence. He sounded terrified. “Run!”

A blade suddenly appeared through Fili’s chest. Oreliell gasped.

No… please.

“[Here ends your filthy bloodline!]”

Oreliell watched Fili’s body go limp… before he began to fall. She could do nothing but stare as his body fell past her, only to land harshly on the snowy ground. When she looked down, she finally saw Kili, who was standing by his brother.

Oh god…

She saw the rage fill Kili. He shoved himself off the stone and ran.

“No!” she said.

“Kili!” she heard Thorin shout.

Oreliell jumped off the stone ledge, landing softly in the snow by Fili. She quickly moved to him.

“Fili,” she said quietly. Her eyes widened when his eyes slowly drifted to look at her. Pain was written all over his face. He looked scared. “Oh Fili.” She gently touched his face. “It’s going to be okay. You did well. You can rest now, iraknashat. /May your forge burn bright, strong warrior. Farewell, until next we meet.\”

She barely felt the tears that escaped her, but she saw them fall and land on his face as the light faded from his eyes. He exhaled shakily and became still. Oreliell took her own shaky breath and gently closed his eyes. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“May Mahal and the Valar guide you peacefully to the next life,” she whispered.

Oreliell slowly rose to her feet. She could hear the orcs running around Ravenhill. They were after Kili and Thorin, the last of the line of Durin.

“Oreliell!”

She almost sagged in relief.

“Vedis,” she called back. “Muinthel, where are you?”

“On my way to Ravenhill. Legolas and Tauriel follow.”

“Take Tauriel and find Kili. He’s run off. Azog wants him dead. I need to find Thorin.”

“What about Fili?”

Oreliell forced herself not to look at the prince and began to walk away.

“I was too late.”

“Oreliell-”

“Just hurry. We don’t have much time.”

Oreliell twirled her blade quickly to gather her bearings and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at the oncoming wave of orcs.

“Come on, you filth,” she muttered.

The first few orcs charged, and Oreliell made quick work of them. Bodies dropped quickly and their disgusting screams joined in the chorus of the battle. She didn’t let anything stop her, pushing through the stream of orcs despite their continuous onslaught.

Her body was quickly covered in black blood, dripping so much that the grip was almost slippery. When she had a spare moment, she wiped the blood away. She ran through the ruins, ignoring her blood-soaked hair that stuck to her face. The orcs weren’t coming in as intense waves, but they did not stop.

A shout caught her attention suddenly, making Oreliell whip her head to the side.

Thorin!

Another cry took her attention away, this time landing on an orc. It came from the shadows, far faster than she anticipated. She flew back against the nearest wall, grunting in pain. Her armor was dented from its mace. As she tried to regain her bearings, a fist collided with her head. She again fell against the stone wall. Her vision blurred. Oreliell shook her head to clear her eyes, but struggled. She heard the orc approach again, sneering as if it had won.

With her own growl, Oreliell pulled out her dagger. When the orc was within range, she stabbed it, and while she could not see her target, she knew she had hit it. The orc gurgled on its own blood as Oreliell thrusted the knife further into its chest.

Her vision finally cleared and she shoved the orc to the ground. Oreliell took a moment to stabilize herself before pushing on. She couldn’t afford to rest. She had to find Thorin.

Her senses were overwhelmed by the sounds of battle going on around her. Creatures, both orc and not, were screaming. Metal clashed against metal. Stone collapsed like thunder. Nearby, ice was breaking.

Oreliell forced her ears to tune in toward the ice as she steadily made her way there. She could hear the iced lake breaking, as well as shouts. Her eyes widened. Thorin was there. She knew it. She decapitated an orc, not even giving the crumbling body a second glance as she headed to the lake.

She stepped up to the nearest landing that looked out over the lake. It most likely would have been a stunning view, if it were not for the fact that Thorin and Azog stood on the cracking lake. Azog was armed with a large stone and chain to try and knock Thorin down, who was only armed with Orcrist.

As much as she wanted to shout out to Thorin, Oreliell refrained from doing so. She couldn’t distract him. Not now, not when his life was on the line. She kept her eyes on the two fighters as she slowly made her way down to the ice.

Azog knocked Thorin to the ground, but the king rolled out of the way to avoid the blow. Thorin quickly regained his footing and sliced through Azog’s side as he got behind him. Azog roared and swung his weapon, the rock landing directly in front of Thorin. He struggled to free the rock from its place and neither could move much due to the size of the slab of ice they were on.

A shriek echoed through the air. Giant eagles were flying toward them. Oreliell couldn’t help but sigh in relief. They flew over Ravenhill and began wiping out the second army of orcs that appeared over the horizon.

Oreliell heard metal clatter onto the ice, causing her to turn around again. Her eyes widened when she saw that Thorin had discarded his sword on the ground.

“What are you doing?” she muttered, her voice shaking.

Azog also turned around to look at Thorin. The king quickly picked up the chained boulder and threw it at Azog. Azog easily caught the rock but stared at Thorin. The two looked at one another for a long moment. Then, Thorin took a single step back, off the slab of ice and onto the solid piece behind him. Without the weight, the ice began to tip.

Azog slid backwards, dropping his weapon. With nothing to grab hold of, he slid into the water and disappeared below the surface. Silence fell over Ravenhill.

“Thorin,” Oreliell called. She had already started making her way down the steps toward him.

Thorin looked at her and smiled slightly as she came nearer.

“Oreliell,” he said, bowing his head slightly to her.

She rolled her eyes.

“Amada nogoth,” she said.

Thorin chuckled. As she took her final steps toward him, Thorin knelt down to pick up his sword. Suddenly, he paused. Oreliell looked at him in confusion before following his gaze.

Azog was floating beneath the ice. It was odd to see an orc look almost peaceful.

The two watched as Azog floated by. Thorin started to slowly follow him. Oreliell stayed where she was, but kept her eyes on him. She couldn’t help but feel on edge. Orcs were resilient. Drowning wouldn’t stop them, at least not as simply as Azog had gone under.

Suddenly, a blade pierced through the ice and in the process, also through Thorin’s foot.

Thorin shouted in pain. Azog broke through the ice, causing Thorin to fall onto his back. Azog stood over Thorin, a sneer on his face.

Oreliell threw herself into Azog. The two fell to the side, sliding several feet away from Thorin. Oreliell hurried to get to her feet as Azog growled at her.

“[Elven filth!]” he shouted.

Azog swung his blade at her head. One of her swords flew from her grasp when she tried to deflect the attack. With a quick twirl, she slashed her second sword, cutting Azog’s side, opposite of where Thorin had made his own mark. Azog roared again, turning quickly to face her.

The two went back and forth, delivering and receiving blows. Neither were able to land firm hits on one another, but both had several cuts on their skin.

Oreliell ducked to avoid having her head taken off, only to shout in pain. Azog had feigned part of his attack and had his hand fisted in her hair. He kicked her in the stomach, forcing the air from her body. Then with a quick jerk, he pulled her to the ice. Her head cracked against it. Her sword fell from her grip.

Oreliell tried to shake her head to regain her senses. Everything had happened so quickly, it was disorienting. Azog then readjusted his grip on her so his hand was around her throat. Her hands flew to his wrists, but failed to push him off.

“Oreliell!”

Azog glanced away from her to look at Thorin. Thorin had picked up his sword and was approaching.

“[Not another step, Oakenshield,]” Azog warned. Oreliell couldn’t see him, but she heard Thorin slow to a stop. Azog looked down at her. He squeezed tightly. No sound other than a weak gasp came from her lips. “[You betrayed your kind, hunter. You act like you now serve a noble cause, but you simply ignore the fact that you bring death. And now, I’ll kill the dwarf.]”

Oreliell tried to get free of his grip the more he spoke, but she could feel her consciousness slipping with the lack of air. She saw him pull back his arm only to plunge the blade into her side, right where her armor was damaged. Oreliell gasped sharply.

“No!” she heard.

Azog smirked above her, she could tell despite the darkness overcoming her. He pushed the blade further. She felt the ice crack further underneath her. Oreliell gasped when Azog finally stood, retracting his blade at the same time.

“[Farewell, scum,]” he growled.

He put his foot on her stomach and pushed down. The ice completely shattered and Oreliell suddenly felt cold engulf her.

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 27

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Fili watched his uncle as Thorin slowly approached him. Kili was following him and the rest of the company stepped back to give the family space. Fili could see the difference in his uncle’s face. He still looked tired, but there was life in his eyes now. Fili smiled.

“It’s good to see you, uncle,” he said, his voice soft.

“You as well, Fili.” Thorin pressed his forehead to Fili’s, much like he had done with Kili moments earlier. “I am glad to see you both safe.”

Kili nodded, but Fili had another thought at the front of his mind.

“Thorin, what about Oreliell?” he asked.

His eyes softened further and Fili could see his worry.

“Have you seen them?”

“Not for some time. It got hard to keep track of them.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Kili said. “They’re both capable of taking care of themselves.”

“Indeed they are,” Thorin agreed. “But I believe we would all feel better when we see them again.”

Thorin signaled to the company, who began moving quickly. Bombur climbed the gate once more with a horn in hand while the rest readied a large bell, pulling it as far back as possible. When they were ready, Thorin signaled Bombur again. The horn echoed loudly; Fili was sure that it could be heard from Dale. With another signal, the dwarves released the bell.

The bell swung forward, knocking into the stone wall they had built and destroying it.

Thorin led the charge, sword drawn and shield at the ready. Fili and Kili were quick to follow him, the company close behind them. The Iron Hills dwarves that had gathered in front of Erebor parted to allow the company through.

“To the king!” Dain shouted to his men.

The dwarves cheered and joined the charge.

“Du bekâr!” Thorin shouted, sword raised.

In moments, they clashed with the orcs. Fili swung his sword, taking down whatever orcs he could reach. He was determined to press on and follow his uncle through the battle.

The sea of orcs seemed to be never ending. Fili would take out one orc, only to be greeted by another one when he turned. He was glad to have his brother by his side. They knew to take care of each other. It was something they had promised their mother before joining Thorin on the quest. Even during the heat of the battle, they were watching each other’s backs.

“Lads!” Dwalin called.

He motioned for them to join him and Balin, who had managed to wrangle up several goats despite the heat of the battle. Balin’s smile was visible beneath his beard.

“Azog is commanding his army from Ravenhill,” he said. They all knew that Thorin meant to kill Azog. “You’ll need these to get there.”

Fili and Kili nodded their thanks to Balin, giving Dwalin a moment to say his farewell to Balin. Then, Dwalin mounted his own goat. He kicked it into action, the princes following close behind. They approached Thorin, who had found his own goat and was talking with Dain.

“Lead on!” Dwalin shouted to Thorin.

Thorin nodded and urged his own goat forward.

Together, they tore through the front line of a new wave of oncoming orcs. It was hard to see through them all, but the four cleared enough of a path that they were able to break all the way through. Kili gave a cheer, raising his sword. Thorin, still in the lead, felled any orc in his path. Fili, Kili, and Dwalin cleaned up behind him, killing the ones that he missed.

Thorin led the way up Ravenhill, their goats scaling the cliffside almost effortlessly. They quickly reached the ruins of Ravenhill. With only quick looks exchanged, they broke apart, taking different routes to the top. Fili swung his sword whenever he got the chance, killing orcs left and right.

When he reached the top, he saw that both Thorin and Dwalin had dismounted and were fighting once again. Fili leapt from his goat, slicing the leg off an orc before killing another. Kili was beside him in moments. Soon, the orcs were dead. Fili looked around quickly to make sure of that fact, breathing a small sigh of relief.

Thorin stepped up to the edge of the stone platform and looked across the frozen water. Fili followed his gaze. The watchtower appeared abandoned through the mist. It sent a chill of unease through Fili.

“Where is he? It looks empty,” Kili said. “I think Azog has fled!”

“I don’t think so.” The dwarves quickly turned around at the new voice, their eyes widening. “Azog is far too smart for that.”

“Oreliell!” Kili said.

He dashed forward and wrapped his arms around her. Oreliell stumbled ever so slightly, but smiled. Fili and Dwalin also approached her.

“It’s good to see you, lass,” Dwalin said.

“We weren’t sure what had happened to you,” Fili said. “We lost sight of you.”

“I am fine,” she said. “I am glad to see that you four are all right as well.”

Fili quickly remembered his uncle. He glanced back at Thorin. His eyes were wide and trained on Oreliell. He seemed stunned to see her.

“Oreliell,” he breathed.

She looked up, eyes immediately landing on him.

“Thorin.” Her voice sounded almost softer than his.

Fili stepped back from her, pulling Kili to do the same. Dwalin seemed to have disappeared. Thorin walked toward her. His steps were slow, as if it were an effort. Fili supposed it was. The two had not been in the best place over the last several days.

Thorin stopped only a few steps from Oreliell. His eyes would not leave her. Thorin lifted his hand, his fingertips touching her golden braid. Fili glanced away from the intimate moment. He sent a silent prayer to Mahal; he wanted his uncle and future aunt to find the happiness they both deserved. He also hoped that someday he would also find his One like his brother and uncle had.

“You’re here?” Thorin asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I could not leave you to fight Azog on your own.”

Thorin’s hand fell away from her.

“Despite-”

“Thorin. I am here. That is what matters. We can talk about things once Azog is dead and this threat has ended.”

Thorin nodded, a look of determination washing over him again. He looked out over the water for a moment before looking at Fili and Kili.

“Fili, take your brother,” he said. “Scout out the towers. Keep low and out of sight. If you see something, report back. Do not engage. Do you understand?”

“I will go with them,” Oreliell said.

They looked at her.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded.

“Another set of eyes will not hurt.”

Dwalin suddenly appeared again, ax gripped tightly in his hand.

“We have company,” he said. “Goblin mercenaries. No more than a hundred.”

They turned to see that goblins were indeed coming over the walls. Fili adjusted his sword in his hand.

“We’ll take care of them. Go! Go!”

Oreliell nodded to the brothers.

“Let’s go,” she said.

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 26

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

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“They can’t see it,” Thorin muttered. “They don’t realize what we must do. This gold is ours. Erebor is ours. I will not allow anyone to take it from us again.”

Since Dwalin left, Thorin had been wandering the halls of Erebor. He walked among the summits of gold, relishing in the sound of it clinking under his feet. His mind swam with different ways they could protect the gold, how they would gather it quickly and move it further underground. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that his feet had taken him to the Hall of Kings.

The floor seemed to glow. The gold they had tried to drown Smaug in had solidified and coated the entire floor. Thorin looked down at the ground and saw his reflection in the gold.

“You sit here… with a crown upon your head…” Thorin looked around. Dwalin? Had Thorin not told him to leave him? Thorin was sure that he had heard his voice, but the warrior was nowhere in sight. “You are lesser now than you have ever been.”

“A treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost,” Thorin heard his own voice say.

“A sickness lies upon that treasure.” Balin?

“The blind ambition of a mountain king.” The dragon-slayer.

“Am I not the king! This gold is ours and ours alone. I will not part with a single coin.”

“He could not see beyond his own desire!”

“As if I was some lowly dwarf lord… Thorin… Oakenshield.”

“This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!”

“Thorin…”

That voice… He knew that voice… It was different from the rest. It sounded almost… disappointed.

“I am not my grandfather.”

“You are the heir to the throne of Durin,” he heard Gandalf say.

He knew who he was. He had the crown. All he needed was the Arken-

“They are dying out there.”

Dying? Who?

“Take back… Erebor.”

That’s what they had set out to do. And they had done it. The mountain was theirs.

“Dain is surrounded.” Dwalin’s words echoed. Dain was here? “Dain is surrounded. We’ve lost sight…”

Lost sight? Lost sight of who?

“Take back your homeland.”

“You are changed, Thorin.” Bilbo…

No he hadn’t. Thorin shook his head.

“I am not my grandfather.”

“Is this treasure truly worth more than your honor?”

“You claimed that Thranduil lacked honor. Where is your’s now?”

He was nothing like Thranduil. But why did those words cause his heart to hurt?

“I am not my grandfather.”

Those words - his words - just kept repeating over and over.

“This treasure will be your death.”

It felt like the room was closing in on him. He didn’t realize it before, but now it seemed he was being cornered. The voices were echoing louder and louder. But the darkness that he hadn’t noticed before was getting closer. Thorin felt like he was suffocating as the world around him went black.

“What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now, Oakenshield?”

There it was again. That voice. Where was it coming from?

Thorin noticed a light coming from behind him. He looked over his shoulder, raising his hand slightly to try and see properly. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the company in sacks, some tied to a spit above a fire. Stone trolls stood around them.

What is this? We escaped the trolls.

He noticed that the light was coming from a taller figure, moving around. He stared as the figure came into focus. Golden hair, bright smile, eyes that resembled an early sunrise. She stood tall, confident, but had an air of playful and protectiveness about her. Mahal, she was stunning.

“Good to see you again, Thorin,” she said.

The scene around him changed again. He saw several battles blend together, but in each one, he could pick her out. She was fierce and yet graceful. And in every fight, he noticed that she was near him. She wasn’t quite protecting him, but was fighting alongside him and occasionally putting herself in front of him.

“We chose to stand by our king,” he heard her say.

He was standing next to her then. He could feel her fingers lightly running through his hair, just the ends as not to be noticeable by others.

“Gimlelul.” He had called her that. My brightest star.

When he looked for her again, he stopped. There were tears in her eyes. The room wasn’t lit well, but her unshed tears reflected the nearby fire.

“Locating the Arkenstone proves their loyalty.”

“As if traveling across Middle Earth and facing a dragon does not prove that?”

His eyes widened when he saw blood running down her face, a newly made cut on her forehead, just above her eye.

“Men shmek menu.” I will kill you. “Orn tumpien edainme.” Tree humping wench.

Oh Mahal, he had said that, those vile things? Thorin felt like his legs were going to give out beneath him.

“I am the king!” his voice echoed loudly in his ears.

“You are my king.” Her reply was soft yet rang louder than his shout had. “You are also my love, just as I am yours.”

His heart ached in his chest. His crown felt heavy on his head.

Her eyes shone with unshed tears as she looked at him. And yet her smile was soft… understanding… loving.

“Menu gajatu, amrâlimé.” I forgive you, my love.

She forgave him? How? After everything he had done, everything he had said?

The light began to get brighter, engulfing her form once again. No. Wait. Please, don’t take her away. He tried to keep his eyes on her, but she was disappearing.

“No!” He lunged forward, trying to grab onto her. “Oreliell!”

His hand wrapped around her wrist and light exploded around him.

“Kurdunuh.” My heart, she had called him.

The Hall of Kings slowly came back into focus. Thorin reached for his crown and ripped it from his head, tossing it to the ground. He already felt lighter. But as he stood there, catching his breath, he felt tears running down his face. He shed his heavy coat, which landed on the golden floor with a thud. He wiped the tears off his face and hurried from the room. He couldn’t stand being there for another minute.

He ran through the halls, shedding pieces of jewelry and clothes that no longer felt right. He steered clear of the great hall and its mountains of gold. Just the thought of it and what it had done to him made him sick.

“Thorin?”

Thorin stopped and turned toward the voice, finding Dwalin standing several yards away.

“Dwalin,” Thorin breathed. He slowly walked toward his life-long friend. The closer he got, the more he could make out the puzzled yet hesitant look on Dwalin’s face. Thorin stopped, leaving space between them. “We must gather the others. Dain needs our help.”

The tension in Dwalin’s shoulders released and he breathed out a chuckle.

“It’s good to have you back, Thorin,” he whispered. “Everyone’s gathered at the gate.”

Thorin nodded. The two began heading in that direction, stopping briefly enough for Thorin to put on some chainmail and grab his sword. As he situated his clothing, he glanced at Dwalin.

“Any news…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence.

Dwalin shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I lost sight of her soon after the elves charged the orcs. All I know is that a majority of the elves went to assist Dale.”

“Dale?”

“Azog dispatched a small army there. The humans fell back and most of the elves followed.”

Thorin nodded. He picked up his sword, testing it briefly to make sure it was sharp.

“We’d better get up there then.”

Thorin made his way to the upper levels of the mountain. The closer he got, the stronger the sounds of the battle got. His mind raced. How many of his kin were dead? Were they too late? Where was Oreliell? Was she even still alive?

He shook his head. He needed to try and push those thoughts away for the time being.

He looked ahead of him and saw the company seated around the gate, heads hung low. Most of their heavy armor was discarded to the side.

Kili was the first to notice him. Thorin watched his nephew rise to his feet and start to walk toward him. Even from a distance, he could tell Kili was angry.

“I will not hide behind a wall of stone while others fight our battles for us!” Kili shouted. It was not often he saw his nephew so passionate about something, and it was even rarer that he should yell at Thorin. But Thorin knew that he deserved his anger. As she came closer, he noticed the pain on Kili’s face as he shook his head. “It is not in my blood, Thorin.”

The two stopped in front of one another. Thorin saw the tears welling up in Kili’s eyes and he felt his heart tighten at the sight.

“No,” he agreed softly. “It is not. We are sons of Durin. And Durin’s folk do not flee from a fight.”

He smiled at Kili. The boy looked relieved, just as Balin had. Thorin pulled him close, pressing his forehead to Kili’s for several long moments. When they separated, Kili was smiling. Thorin squeezed his shoulder slightly before stepping around him to approach the rest of the company.

“I have no right to ask this of any of you. But will you follow me one last time? If you decide to do this, understand you may not return.”

He watched the dwarves slowly rise and lift their weapons. He couldn’t help but smile at their loyalty. They had been alongside him since the beginning. Oreliell and Bilbo had been right. He had no reason to doubt them.

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 25

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Dwalin looked out at the field in front of Erebor. A light covering of snow covered the ground, but it was hidden by the approaching army of elves and humans. The company stood upon the stone gate, armed and ready for battle.

The elves had stopped moving once they reached the bridge but there were several taller figures that still moved through the crowd. Thranduil sat upon a large elk, dressed in silver armor, with Bard by his side on a horse. However, it was the figures behind them that truly caught Dwalin’s attention.

Oreliell and Vedis followed closely behind the elven king and man, also on horses. Both women were dressed in elven armor. They lacked the helmets that the rest of the army seemed to wear. Instead, their hair was braided elegantly in a way to keep their hair out of their faces.

Dwalin couldn’t help but glance at Thorin to gauge his reaction. His king stood tall before the threat and his face remained unchanged. Had Dwalin been closer, perhaps he would have seen something.

Thorin lifted his bow and fired an arrow at the elven king, which hit close to the elk’s feet. Thranduil looked at the arrow before looking up at Thorin.

“I will put the next one between your eyes,” he said.

The company cheered a bit at his words. None were pleased by the elven presences before their home.

Suddenly, the elves moved in fluid motion, readying their bows and aiming at the mountain. The dwarves quickly ducked out of view. A minute later, Dwalin heard the united motion of the elves putting their weapons away and stepped back out from behind the stone.

“We have come to tell you payment of your debt has been offered and accepted,” Thranduil said.

Dwalin furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What payment?” Thorin questioned. “I gave you nothing. You have nothing.”

Thranduil looked at Bard. The human man seemed hesitant but reached into his coat. Dwalin stared as he pulled out a shining stone.

“We have this,” he called up to them.

“They have the Arkenstone,” Kili muttered before raising his voice. “Thieves! How came you by the heirloom of our house?! That stone belongs to the king!”

“And the king may have it, with our goodwill.” Bard tossed up the stone slightly before tucking it back into his coat. “But first, he must honor his word.”

“They’re taking us for fools,” Thorin said to the company. Dwalin looked at him, surprised by his response. Dwalin had seen the Arkenstone before, and while it had been many years since then, that stone was not one easily forgotten. “This is a ruse. A filthy lie.”

“Thorin.” Oreliell dismounted from her horse. She stepped between Thranduil and Bard and approached until her feet reached the edge of the broken bridge. “Kurdunuh.”

“What are you doing back here?” Thorin demanded. “I told you not to return.”

“You told me not to step foot back in the mountain, which I have not done. Thorin, please, see reason. We do not wish to fight. There are bigger things-”

“Your words and actions do not align. You come dressed in armor with an army at your back.”

“Because there are bigger things coming, Thorin. We will return the Arkenstone to you if you give the people of Lake-town and Thranduil what they ask for.”

“The Arkenstone is in this mountain,” Thorin shouted. “It is a trick!”

“I- It’s no trick,” Bilbo said. The hobbit stepped back so he could properly see Thorin. “The stone is real. I gave it to them.”

Oh Mahal.

Thorin turned slowly to look at Bilbo.

“You?” Thorin said.

“I took it as my fourteenth share,” Bilbo said.

“You would steal from me?”

“Steal from you? No. No, I may be a burglar, but I’d like to think I’m an honest one.” Dwalin had to give the hobbit some credit. Bilbo showed very little fear after admitting what he had. “I’m willing to let it stand against my claim.”

“Against your claim?” Thorin said as if slightly surprised. “Your claim. You have no claim over me, you miserable rat!”

Bilbo stepped back slightly but regained his courage to continue.

“I was going to give it to you. Many times, I wanted to, but-”

“But what, thief?”

“You are changed, Thorin. The dwarf I met in Bag End would never have gone back on his word. Would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin! Or the loyalty of his betrothed!”

Dwalin closed his eyes. He knew that Thorin had changed since reclaiming the mountain, but he had hoped that things would get better over time. But knowing that Thorin had doubted their loyalty… that hurt more than any wound.

“Do not speak to me of loyalty.” Thorin paused to glance over the company of dwarves. “Throw him from the rampart!”

Dwalin couldn’t believe his ears. He wanted them to throw Bilbo? He was practically asking them to kill him. Apparently, the others had the same thoughts.

“Did you not hear me?” Thorin asked. He grabbed Fili’s arm but the prince quickly pulled away from his uncle. “I will do it myself.”

Thorin grabbed Bilbo by the front of his coat.

“No!”

“Thorin!”

“Curse you!” Thorin shouted. “Cursed be the wizard that forced you on this company!”

“If you don’t like my burglar,” a voice boomed from below, “then please, don’t damage him. Return him to me.” Thorin stared down at Gandalf. “You’re not making a very splendid figure as king under the mountain, are you, Thorin, son of Thrain?”

Thorin slowly let go of Bilbo. Bofur rushed to help the hobbit up and to safety. Meanwhile, Thorin glared down at the people gathering before Erebor.

“Never again will I have dealings with wizards, Shire rats, or orn tumpien edainme!”

Dwalin’s head whipped to look at Thorin. Those last words weren’t khuzdul. Was that elvish? Dwalin had no idea that Thorin knew how to speak elvish. He looked down at Oreliell to gauge her response to the words, to gain some sense of meaning to those words.

She looked shocked at first, like she had been when Thorin threw that rock the other night. Then, he saw the hurt spread over her face. Behind her, Vedis and Thranduil both appeared angered. Thranduil remained rigid, but Vedis looked like she was ready to leap off her horse and charge the mountain herself. Even Gandalf appeared disappointed by Thorin’s words.

Oreliell stepped back and walked to her horse. Thranduil seemed to want to say something, but she stopped him with a shake of her head. Dwalin watched as she remounted her horse. He could tell she was trying to appear unaffected, but it was obvious that Thorin’s words hit deeper than any of the dwarves knew.

“Are we resolved?” Bard asked after a moment. “The return of the Arkenstone for what was promised?”

Thorin looked toward the hills in the distance, almost anxiously before he began pacing.

“Why should I buy back that which is rightfully mine?” he demanded.

“Keep the stone,” Thranduil suggested, looking at Bard. “Sell it. Ecthelion of Gondor will give you a good price for it.”

“I will kill you!” Thorin shouted. “Upon my oath, I will kill you all!”

“Your oath means nothing!” Thranduil practically snapped back. He looked at Bard. “I have heard enough.”

Thranduil shouted an order to his troops, who once again pulled out their arrows and aimed them at the mountain.

“Thorin, lay down your arms,” Gandalf called. “Open these doors. This treasure will be your death.”

Dwalin saw his brother approach Thorin. He couldn’t help but hope that Balin would talk some sense into him.

“Give us your answer,” Bard said. “Will you have peace or war?”

Suddenly, a raven appeared and landed before Thorin. It was one of the ravens of Erebor. It chirped at Thorin for a moment before the king looked forward again.

“I will have war,” he said.

The sound of marching filled the air. Dwalin looked toward the hillside and smiled when he saw an army of dwarves appear. Leading them was Dain Ironfoot, Thorin’s cousin. The company cheered at the sight. Thranduil turned quickly on his elf and shouted orders to his army, turning them to face the oncoming army. Bard, Vedis, and Oreliell followed behind him with their horses, but remained distanced from the elven king.

Dain separated from his army, coming most of the way down the hillside so he could address the elves and humans.

“Good morning,” Dain said. “How are we all? I have a wee proposition if you wouldn’t mind giving me a few moments of your time. Would ya consider… just sodding off! All of you! Right now!”

“Come now, Lord Dain,” Gandalf said, stepping in front of the army of elves.

“Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave or I’ll water the ground with their blood!”

“There is no need for war between dwarves, men and elves. A legion of orcs march on the mountain. Stand your army down!”

“I will not stand down before any elf. Not least this faithless woodland sprite. He wishes nothing but ill upon my people. If he chooses to stand between my and my kin, I’ll split his pretty head open! See if he’s still smirking then!”

Dain turned his boar around and rejoined his troops. The company cheered.

“Let them advance,” Thranduil taunted. “See how far they get.”

“Ya think I give a dead dog for your threats, ya pointy-earred princess?” Dain called behind him. “Ya hear that, lads? We’re on! Let’s give these bastards a good hammering!”

The elves began advancing as Dain’s goat calvary came forward. In a matter of minutes, the armies were colliding.

Dwalin watched silently. He had seen many battles. But it was far different watching a battle from above than actually taking part in it. He hadn’t felt this anxious about a battle since his first. Left and right, it seemed like both dwarves and elves were falling.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. A low rumbling could be heard from where the hillside began to turn into mountains. The battle came to a pause as everyone turned their attention in that direction.

Giant worm creatures burst from the mountain side, creating large holes. A loud horn sounded in the distance. Not a moment later, orcs began pouring out and charging.

“The hordes of hell are upon us!” Dain shouted. “To battle! To battle, sons of Durin! Fight to the death!”

The dwarves abandoned their fight against the elves and hurried to form a blockade against the orcs. However, the elves seemed to remain in place.

“I’m going over the wall,” Fili suddenly announced. “Who’s coming with me?”

“Yes!”

“We’re with you, lad!”

“Come on!” Dwalin said. “Let’s go!”

“Stand down,” Thorin said.

The company turned to look at him in shock as he began to back away from the barricade. They watched as he started down the stone steps.

“What?”

“Are we to do nothing?”

“I said, stand down!” Thorin ordered.

Dwalin huffed in frustration and looked back at the battle. Dain’s army was nearing the orcs and began to set themselves up as a barrier. At first, it seemed as though the elves were going to do nothing.

“Look!” Ori cried, pointing toward the battlefield.

Two figures on horseback had separated from the elves and humans, and were racing toward the line of dwarves.

“It’s Oreliell and Vedis!” Kili shouted.

Not a moment later, a section of elves began to follow them.

“Would ya look at that,” Gloin said. “They’re leading a charge!”

The company cheered as they watched the sisters lead the elves into battle, jumping over the dwarves and colliding with the orcs. Battle broke out once again. Moments later, the rest of the elven army joined in as well, firing arrows at Thranduil’s command to slow the oncoming assault.

Dwalin tried to keep his eyes on the elven sisters, but the fighting was so intense that he quickly lost sight of them. He even tried to keep an eye on Dain, but that too proved to be a challenge. Just looking at the numbers alone, the orcs outnumbered them, even with the combined effort of dwarves and elves. Every now and then, a horn would blow, which gave orders to the orc army. A large section of them seemed to break off and head for Dale.

I hate this, Dwalin thought, gripping his ax tightly.

He hated standing still, being able to only watch and not lend a hand to his fellow warriors and kin. Fires were breaking out on both the battlefield and in Dale. Members of every army were falling, slain by their opponents. It was a complete bloodbath.

Dwalin stepped away from the edge of the barricade and started for the stairs.

“Brother?” Balin said as he walked passed. “Where are you going?”

“To see Thorin.”

He left before anyone could stop him. While it had been years since being in Erebor, he still knew the halls like the back of his hand. He went down the necessary halls until he reached the throne room, where he figured Thorin would be.

And he was right. Thorin was seated on the throne. The hall was dark, lit only by a few fires.

Dwalin practically stomped up the steps until he stood in front of Thorin.

“Since when do we forsake our own people?” he asked. Maybe demanded was a better word for it. “Thorin, they are dying out there.”

But Thorin didn’t seem to be listening. His eyes were trained to the side before they widened just slightly. Thorin looked at him.

“There are halls beneath halls within this mountain. Places we can fortify, shore up, make safe. Yes…” He stood up. “Yes, that is it. We must move the gold further underground to safety.”

“Did you not hear me?” Dwalin said, raising his voice. “Dain is surrounded. We’ve lost sight of Vedis and Oreliell. Your One! They’re being slaughtered, Thorin.”

“Many die in war. Life is cheap. But a treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost. It is worth all the blood we can spend!”

Dwalin couldn’t believe how indifferent he sounded. Thorin’s face seemed sunken in, like he was a shell of his former self.

“You sit here in these vast halls,” he said, “with a crown upon your head, and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.”

“Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly dwarf lord, as if I were still… Thorin… Oakenshield.” He staggered back a little, seemingly getting choked up at the idea. He suddenly drew his sword and swung it wildly, missing Dwalin by nearly a foot. “I am your king!” he shouted.

“You were always my king. You used to know that once.” He paused to try and collect himself. “You cannot see what you have become.”

“Go,” Thorin said. “Get out. Before I kill you.”

Dwalin exhaled sharply at his words. Never in his life did he imagine Thorin threatening his life. Though never in his life did he think he would ever see Thorin in such a state.

Dwalin stared at Thorin for another long moment before he turned away, willing the tears away as he left the throne room.

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 24

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

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Pleasantries with Gandalf were short-lived. The wizard seemed very anxious and dove right into what he wished to say.

“You must set aside your petty grievances with the dwarves,” he said. “War is coming. The sepsis of Dolguldor have been emptied.” Thranduil cast a lazy look over at Bard, indicating that he was not truly taking the Grey Wizard seriously. “You’re all in mortal danger!”

“What are you talking about?” Bard asked.

“I can see you know nothing of wizards,” Thranduil replied before Gandalf could. The elven king stood to pour a glass of wine. “They are like winter thunder on a wild wind rolling in from the distance, breaking hard in alarm.” He handed Bard a glass. “But sometimes a storm is just a storm.”

“Not this time,” Gandalf said. “Armies of orcs are on the move. These are fighters that have been bred for war. Our enemy has summoned his full strength.”

“Gandalf,” Oreliell said, stepping forward slightly. “Are you sure of this?”

The wizard nodded gravely.

“I have seen them with my own eyes.”

“Why show his hand now?” Thranduil questioned.

“Because we forced him! We forced him when the company of Thorin Oakenshield set out to reclaim their homeland. The dwarves were never meant to reach Erebor.” He led the elves and human out of the tent to look at the mountain. “Azog the Defiler was sent to kill them. His master seeks control of the mountain. Not just for the treasure within but for where it lies, its strategic position. This is the gateway to reclaiming the lands of Angmar in the north. If that fell kingdom should rise again… Rivendell, Lórien, the Shire… even Gondor itself will fall.”

“These orcs armies you speak of, Mirthrandir, where are they?” Thranduil asked.

Gandalf sighed heavily, unable to give an answer. Thranduil rolled his eyes and returned to his tent. Oreliell and Vedis looked at Gandalf.

“Are you all right, Gandalf?” Oreliell asked quietly. He looked rather beaten up. “Perhaps you can have Vedis take a look at your wounds-”

“I am fine,” he said. “Truly. Besides, we have much larger things to worry about than a few cuts and bruises, don’t you think?” He paused and looked between them. “How is the company?”

Oreliell sighed.

“They are all alive. But the dragon sickness has taken root in Thorin’s mind.”

Gandalf nodded gravely.

“Then we must think of a way to get through to him.”

“Gandalf, I’ve tried. He is my One and even I struggled to speak with him.”

“I understand. Nevertheless, we mustn’t give up.”

Oreliell smiled a little.

“You’re crazier than I thought to believe I would give up.”

Gandalf smiled back at her before returning to the tent. Vedis placed a comforting hand on Oreliell’s arm.

“All will be well, muinthel.”

Oreliell nodded and followed her sister to the tent. Gandalf was back to trying to convince Thranduil.

“Since when has my council counted for so little?” he asked. “What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“I think you’re trying to save your dwarvish friends. And I admire your loyalty to them. But it does not dissuade me from my course.” Thranduil rose from his chair. “You started this, Mirthrandir. You will forgive me if I finish it.” Oreliell exchanged glances with her sister as Thranduil approached one of his guards. “Are the archers in position?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Give the order. If anything moves on that mountain, kill it. The dwarves are out of time.”

Gandalf stormed out of the tent, clearly angered. Oreliell looked at the elven king, who still stared out at the mountain.

“You said that you would attack at dawn,” Oreliell said. “Would you be so heartless as to shoot while they are not expecting it?”

“They have been given their warning,” Thranduil said.

“And what about the warning Gandalf has given you? We have traveled many months with him. If what he says about the orcs is true, then I think we must at least consider his words.”

“Oreliell.” She glanced over her shoulder at her sister, only to realize that Vedis was no longer standing there. “You’ll never believe who just showed up.”

A moment later, Vedis entered the tent with Bard, Gandalf, and Bilbo in tow.

“Bilbo,” Oreliell said with a smile.

“I’m glad to see you’re all right, Oreliell,” Bilbo said.

“Who is this?” Thranduil said.

“Bilbo Baggins, the official burglar of the company of Thorin Oakenshield.”

“If I’m not mistaken, this is the halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards.”

Thranduil sat down in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly at Bilbo. The hobbit shuffled in place.

“Yes,” he said under his breath. “Sorry about that.” Oreliell glanced at Vedis, who was also smiling. They watched as the hobbit stepped forward, pulling something out of his pocket. “I came to give you this.”

He placed the item on the table and pulled away the cloth. Everyone stared in shock and awe.

“Oh my gosh,” Vedis murmured.

“The Heart of the Mountain,” Thranduil breathed, standing slowly. “The King’s Jewel.”

“And worth a king’s ransom,” Bard said. He looked down at Bilbo. “How is this yours to give?”

“I took it as my fourteenth share of the treasure.”

Oreliell almost laughed in disbelief. She was stunned by his courage. But she couldn’t help but worry about what Thorin might do if he found out.

“Why would you do this?” Bard asked. “You owe us no loyalty.”

“I’m not doing it for you,” Bilbo told them. “I know that dwarves can be obstinate and pigheaded and difficult. They’re suspicious and secretive, with the worst manners you could possibly imagine. But they are also brave and kind and loyal to a fault. I’ve grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can. Now, Thorin values this stone above all else.” Oreliell noticed that he glanced her way. “In exchange for its return, I believe he will give you what you are owed. There will be no need for war.”

Oreliell glanced at the two leaders. Bard turned to Thranduil, still in shock at the hobbit’s actions. Thranduil looked at him for a moment before looking back at Bilbo.

“We will take this into careful consideration,” Thranduil said. “Someone will show you a place to rest for the night.”

Bilbo nodded. Gandalf ushered him toward the entrance, but the halfling suddenly stopped.

“I nearly forgot!” he said. He turned around and pulled a sheath far too large for his body. He handed them to Oreliell. “You left your swords back at the mountain. I figured you’d want them back.”

Oreliell looked down at the swords then at Bilbo. She was surprised that he had noticed and that he had brought them with him to give to her. She put her hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Bilbo. You did not have to do that, but I greatly appreciate it.”

Bilbo smiled at her then stepped out of the tent with Gandalf. Oreliell looked back at her blades. She had not really realized that she had left them in the mountain; her haste to leave made it slip her mind. But Bilbo had brought back both her swords and her pair of daggers.

“He is a brave hobbit,” Vedis commented.

“Yes. Much different from when we first met him. I just hope he stays safe tomorrow if war breaks out.”

Vedis put her hand on Oreliell’s shoulder. The two exchanged small smiles.

“The halfling is quite impressive,” Thranduil said, regaining their attention.

“Indeed he is. You also need better guards,” Oreliell replied, barely casting him a glance.

She heard Bard half choke on a laugh, but he tried to cover it with a cough. Oreliell smiled to herself. She didn’t need to look at Thranduil to know his eyes had narrowed.

“I noticed that both of you are without armor. If you are interested, I can provide both of you with sets for tomorrow.”

Oreliell wanted to roll her eyes. She wanted to ask why on earth he thought they would need armor if they were going to confront Thorin. But she knew better.

An army of orcs were on the way.

And she recalled something Thorin had told her long ago: “never underestimate dwarves.” She hated to come before the man she loved dressed for battle, but she wasn’t sure what kind of plan he had come up with to handle Thranduil’s army.

Oreliell sighed and glanced at Thranduil. She nodded.

“Then I shall make sure that you have it.”

He stepped aside to deliver the orders to one of his guards. Bard looked at the Arkenstone then at the sisters.

“What do you make of it?” he asked. “The stone.”

“Bilbo is right about it,” Oreliell said after a moment. “Thorin craves this stone more than anything. It is sacred to the dwarven people, the crowning glory and symbol of their house and power. Thorin will not be pleased to see it in your hands.”

“Our hands? Would you not carry this?”

“I barely want to look at it,” she admitted. “That rock has taken away more from me in the past few days than I ever wanted to lose. And that says a lot, for I have lost much in my long lifetime. Simply seeing me siding with you will create a reaction. I do not want Thorin to think that I have betrayed him further by taking that stone.”

Bard nodded.

“I understand. I shall speak with Thranduil to see what we shall do with it.”

“Before we get to that,” Thranduil said as he stepped back inside the tent, “I would like to have a word with Oreliell.”

Bard glanced at her before going outside. Vedis stayed a minute longer. She studied Thranduil for a long moment before looking at her sister.

“I will go inspect the armor we are being given. If you would like, I can take your swords with me?” she said.

“Thank you,” Oreliell said, passing her blades over.

“Let me know if you need me.”

“I will, muinthel.”

Vedis nodded and stepped out. Oreliell took a breath before looking at Thranduil. The elven king had remained standing and was watching her.

“{You risk a lot going with us tomorrow,}” Thranduil said after a long moment. “{Why do it?}”

“{Because I have already lost so much. And I do not wish to lose my betrothed as well.}”

“{Even after everything he has put you through?}”

“{Do not pretend you know him better than I do.}”

Thranduil motioned for her to follow him. They stepped outside once again to look at the mountain. The braziers were lit above the gate, but otherwise everything appeared normal. Oreliell couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside.

“I want you to know that I truly do not want this,” Thranduil said. “While the heirlooms of my people are of great importance to me, this was not the outcome I had hoped for. I tried to avoid this when your company passed through my kingdom, but Thorin turned me down.”

“Because he still holds a grudge against you for what you did when Smaug first took the mountain. Or rather, what you didn’t do.”

Thranduil sighed. He turned to look at her.

“I want you to understand what it is you are risking going into this, what this could potentially do to you if things do not go smoothly tomorrow.”

“I am well aware what could happen, Thranduil. And that is why I must be present tomorrow. If something were to happen to Thorin, I would never be able to live with myself. I will protect Thorin with my very life.” She looked at the mountain again. “No matter what happens to me, he will live.”

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 23

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

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Thorin, you really are an idiot.

That sentence had been running through Vedis’s head for the past few hours.

She had been shocked upon first seeing Oreliell. Her sister rarely cried, so to see her in that state… and to know that Thorin, her One and betrothed, was the one to cause such a reaction? Vedis was angry, to say the least.

Vedis stood from her place on the floor and went to the window. She could faintly see the newly constructed wall that Oreliell had mentioned. Vedis glared at the mountain.

That stupid dwarf.

Suddenly, the sound of steady marching and shifting metal caught her ear. Vedis glanced at Oreliell, who was still asleep. She had managed to find a spot away from the people of Lake-town for them to rest for the night, and she was grateful for it. Vedis hoped that she wouldn’t be disturbed as she stepped out of the room.

Vedis walked down to the main street, following the approaching sounds. None of the humans seemed to be up yet, including the slimy snake of a man that Bard had ordered to keep watch. She rolled her eyes as she stepped past him, only to freeze.

A sea of gold was approaching.

Elves dressed in golden armor marched through the streets, filling the small square and the streets before that. Vedis couldn’t see where they ended. She couldn’t help but stare at them in shock.

Where had they come from? Why were they here? And how had she missed them coming in?

Vedis slowly walked down the steps, moving around the army. They took up every space they could, so it was difficult to move. Even the side paths seemed to be filled with soldiers. But she was surprised when they stepped out of the way, clearing room and making a path for her to use.

As she walked, she heard the people of Lake-town starting to move about. They had also noticed the elves - though they were hard to miss at this point.

“Vedis.” She turned her head and saw Bard walking through the elves. He appeared just as puzzled as she felt. He glanced around them. “What is all this?”

Vedis simply shrugged.

Just then, the sound of hooves on stone reached her ears. She turned her head and stared as Thranduil came riding into view on a large elk. Behind him came more soldiers, riding horses of their own.

“My lord Thranduil,” Bard greeted. “We did not look to see you here.”

“I heard you needed aid.”

The elven king looked back down the path he had come up, prompting those gathering to do the same. Wagons led by horses came through, loaded with a variety of food and supplies. Bard looked on in shock while Vedis looked at Thranduil. She was a little shocked by his act of goodwill. The elves on the wagon helped to distribute the supplies to the people of Lake-town that had quickly gathered around.

Bard approached Thranduil and smiled.

“You have saved us,” he said. “I do not know how to thank you.”

“Your gratitude is misplaced,” Thranduil said. “I did not come on your behalf. I came to reclaim something of mine.”

Vedis glared at the king.

There it was. The ulterior motive.

“What do you mean?”

“Not that it is your concern, but there are jewels that I desire in that mountain. Ones that belonged to someone once precious to me. I intend to get them back.” Thranduil looked at his troops. “{Move out!}”

Without another word, Thranduil guided his Elk to another street to supervise his troops.

“He cannot be serious,” Bard said. He looked at Vedis. “Does he truly mean that?”

Vedis sighed and nodded.

“Wait! Please wait!” Bard hurried toward Thranduil. Vedis followed behind him. “You would go to war over a handful of gems?”

“The heirlooms of my people are not lightly forsaken.”

“We are allies in this. My people also have a claim upon the riches in that mountain. Let me speak with Thorin.”

Thranduil finally looked at him.

“You would try to reason with the dwarf?” he asked.

“To avoid war? Yes.”

Thranduil studied Bard for several moments. His gaze darted to Vedis, but she simply looked at his moving troops. She was just glad that Oreliell wasn’t here, otherwise she would be causing a riot. Her sister was fiercely protective; it was amazing, but it could be a flaw of her’s at times.

“{Halt.}” Vedis was tempted to look at Thranduil, but she could feel his eyes on her. “Very well. I shall give you a horse and you may try and talk sense into Oakenshield. But I would not get your hopes up.”

“Thank you,” Bard breathed.

Before long, Bard was riding toward the mountain. Vedis went to the bridge to watch Bard. While Thorin was her friend and she understood that he wasn’t in the right state of mind, she still wanted to make sure that Bard made it back all right. While her eyes followed the human as he approached the mountain, her ears picked up Thranduil riding toward her on his elk. She barely spared him a glance as he stopped.

“Vedis.”

She sighed. She knew that he would continue to pester her if she did not respond. She glanced up at Thranduil and raised an eyebrow at him.

What? she silently asked.

“Are you well? Last I saw you, you were exhausted from the excess use of your powers.”

She was surprised that he actually sounded genuine. She nodded slowly.

“I’m glad. And what about your sister? How is she handling the situation with Thorin?”

Vedis’s look turned into a glare and she returned her gaze to the mountain. Thranduil hummed beside her. A silence fell over them, but Vedis was content with ignoring Thranduil. He had no right sticking his nose in their business.

The two watched as Bard eventually came riding back, a sour expression on his face.

“He will give us nothing,” Bard announced to them.

Vedis looked down.

“Such a pity,” Thranduil replied. She snapped a glare at him. “Still, you tried.”

“I do not understand. Why? Why would he risk war?”

Suddenly, a large piece of a statue fell off the mountain and fell onto the bridge before it, effectively stopping anyone from reaching the gate that way. Vedis could clearly hear the stones break apart.

“It is fruitless to reason with them,” Thranduil said. He pulled out his sword to examine it. “They understand only one thing.” Vedis couldn’t help but bristle at his words. Thranduil knew nothing about dwarves, nor the company. “We attack at dawn.” He turned his elk around and started back toward Dale. “Are you with us?”

Vedis looked up at Bard. The man seemed conflicted as he watched Thranduil go, but his face slowly hardened with a look of determination. He glanced down at Vedis before they both started toward the city.

“Vedis?”

“Oreliell,” Vedis greeted. “Did you sleep well?”

“As well as I could. What is happening? I heard a crash and there are elves in the city.”

“Thranduil arrived with supplies for the people. He is planning on waging war tomorrow morning.”

“What?”

“Bard tried to reason with Thorin, but he refuses to give anyone what they were promised. The gate is complete and they have destroyed the bridge into the mountain.” Oreliell was quiet for a long minute. “Muinthel?”

When Vedis got no response, she knew that something wasn’t right. She took off at a run, ignoring Bard’s call behind her. She ducked through the streets, weaving through the random humans or elves she came across. The people were still distributing the new supplies, taking time to eat and take care of themselves. Meanwhile, the elves were beginning to prepare for battle.

In the distance, she could hear a few people shouting. Vedis ran faster, pushing through several elven guards to find out what was going on.

Oreliell was pushing against a guard and shouting at him. Vedis quickly went to her sister. She grabbed Oreliell by the arm and pulled her away.

“What are you doing?” Vedis questioned. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Let me go, Vedis.”

“No, you must listen to me. You cannot fight your way through the king’s guard to get to Thranduil. While we are not in Mirkwood, he still holds authority here.”

“I do not care-”

“You should. If you are going to be there for Thorin, if you are going to even think about bringing him back off whatever edge he is on, you need to get your head on straight. And if you can’t do it for him, do it for me.”

Oreliell’s eyes softened as she looked at her sister and nodded. Vedis glanced at the guard, who remained nearby and eyed them cautiously. She narrowed her eyes a little, silently telling the ellon to back away.

“Vedis. Oreliell.” The two looked toward the tent that had been sent up. Thranduil was standing at the entrance, dressed in a new robe that flowed over him. Vedis wanted to roll her eyes at the sight of it. “Come inside.”

The sisters exchanged looks before they slowly entered the tent. It was large, filled with a table, several chairs, food and wine, and several other pieces of furniture. Vedis rolled her eyes at the sight of the elaborate details on some of the furniture.

“I never understood why rulers must have such elaborate tents,” she muttered, making Oreliell chuckle.

Thranduil glanced between the two of them.

“What is it?” he said, sounding skeptical.

“Vedis was just admiring your decorations,” Oreliell said.

Thranduil simply hummed and sat down.

“I understand you wanted to say something to me,” Thranduil said, looking at Oreliell.

She glared at him.

“You cannot go to war with the company. Thorin is not in the right state of mind.”

“He seems sane enough to give threats and go back on promises. And if I’m not mistaken, cause injuries?”

Oreliell’s fists clenched by her sides.

“The dragon sickness is altering his mind. You are willing to kill a group of dwarves for a small portion of riches?”

“Because that is all they are. A small group of dwarves. It will be easy enough to reclaim what I and the people of Lake-town are owed.”

“Over my dead body. I do not care if you are a king, commoner, or god, you will not harm those dwarves.”

Vedis grabbed Oreliell’s arm, keeping her in place and preventing her from stepping toward Thranduil. Her words were enough to make the guards at the door become more alert.

Thranduil studied Oreliell for a long minute.

“How is it that an elleth such as yourself came to be betrothed to a dwarf? Were you threatened, or perhaps blackmailed?”

“My relationship with Thorin is none of your concern.”

“Perhaps not, but it is fascinating. You are terribly loyal to him.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, though I know it was not intended as one.”

“Interpret it as you will. But regardless, we will march upon the mountain tomorrow.”

“My lord Thranduil.”

The elves looked to the entrance, finding Bard standing there. He glanced over the three of them. He looked almost unsure if he should have interrupted.

“What is it?” Thranduil asked.

“Someone just arrived who is demanding to speak with you. Says his name is Gandalf?”

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 22

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

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Oreliell sighed as she splashed water on her face. She glanced up at the mirror in front of her. Her eyes were still just a little red, but it was less noticeable now. She had managed to fix her hair and braided it out of her face in an attempt to look put together.

She was grateful for the company that Fili and Kili provided. Thorin’s state was taking its toll on her. She hated to see him like this, so driven by greed that he could not function normally. He was not the same dwarf she had known and fallen in love with, let alone the same dwarf she had risked her freedom for in Mirkwood.

Oreliell took a deep breath to steady herself as she wiped her face dry. She would just have to take one day at a time until she could figure out a way to help him.

She stepped out of the room she had found, only to almost run into Bilbo.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Oreliell,” he said. “I didn’t see you there.”

“That’s quite all right, Bilbo.” She looked at him for a moment. “Are you all right?”

“Um, actually, could I talk with you?”

Oreliell nodded. She followed Bilbo down the hall. They stopped near the records room and sat on one of the benches outside. Oreliell looked down at the hobbit, noticing that he seemed a little anxious. She stayed quiet, knowing that Bilbo would share when he was ready.

“What is that?” Oreliell glanced to the side and stood up quickly as Thorin approached. “In your hand!”

“It’s- it’s nothing,” Bilbo said.

“Show me,” Thorin demanded.

Bilbo stuttered for a moment before lifting his hand, his fingers uncurled to reveal an acorn. Oreliell glanced at it before looking at Thorin.

“I picked it up in Beorn’s garden,” Bilbo said.

Thorin’s expression softened a little.

“You’ve carried it all this way?”

“I’m going to plant it in my garden. In Bag End.”

“It’s a poor prize to take back to the Shire.”

“One day, it’ll grow,” Bilbo said. “And everytime I look at it, I’ll remember. Remember what happened, the good, the bad. And how lucky I am that I made it home.”

Thorin smiled. Oreliell smiled back. She hadn’t seen him smile in so long… It made warmth bloom in her chest.

Bilbo chuckled a little and shuffled his feet.

“Thorin,” he said. “I-”

Oreliell looked up when she heard heavy footsteps quickly approaching.

“Thorin,” Dwalin called. “Survivors from Lake-town. They’re streaming into Dale.”

Oreliell watched as Thorin’s expression began to darken again.

No. No, no, no. Please-

“There’s hundreds of them,” Dwalin continued.

“Call everyone to the gate,” Thorin grumbled.

Oreliell reached out to try and grab his arm.

“Thorin, wait-”

“To the gate! Now!”

Oreliell watched him walk away. Dwalin sent her an apologetic look before following after Thorin. Her hand clenched into a fist at her side, wishing that she was able to reach out to him.

“Oreliell?” Bilbo said softly. She glanced down at him. “Are you all right?”

“I will be,” she replied after a long moment. “You managed to get through to him, Bilbo. We must pray that we can do it again.”

As ordered, the company gathered at the gate. Several of the dwarves looked out at Dale, where they could see the people of Lake-town moving around. They seemed to be setting up camp and lighting fires for the evening.

Thorin came toward them, his face still shrouded in anger.

“Gather what stone you can,” he demanded. “We must reconstruct the gate.”

“What?”

“Thorin, what do you mean?”

“Do as I say,” Thorin snapped. “The gate must be rebuilt to keep out the pests.”

The company exchanged brief looks with one another, but slowly set to work. They lit several lanterns and began to gather whatever stone and rubble they could find. It would take a lot to fill the entryway.

The hours trickled by and the sun set over the land. They brought pulleys and rope and ladders, allowing them to continue to build up as they went. The process was tedious, but the dwarves knew how to work with stone. Oreliell moved stone where it was needed, following whatever directions were given to her by the others.

“Up it goes!”

“More stone over here.”

“That’s it.”

Oreliell paused to look over the dwarves. While they were making progress, the company wasn’t moving terribly fast. Oreliell could tell that they were hesitant about what they were doing.

“Come on, lass,” Dwalin said, nudging her.

She sighed, lifting another large stone and setting it in place. She glanced up when Thorin emerged from the hall.

“I want this fortress made safe by sunup,” he called. “This mountain was hard-won. I will not see it taken again.”

“The people of Lake-town have nothing,” Kili suddenly said. Oreliell looked back at him, noting that he had stopped working. Several other dwarves paused to look at him, but continued working, not wanting to risk Thorin’s wrath. “They came to us in need. They have lost everything.”

“Do not tell me what they have lost,” Thorin said. “I know well enough their hardship. Those who have lived through dragon fire should rejoice! They have much to be grateful for.”

“Grateful for what?” Oreliell asked, turning to him. “Kili’s right, Thorin, they’ve lost everything. If we have the resources, we should offer them.”

He turned to glare at her. She saw that more dwarves were slowing down to listen and watch.

“They have their lives, do they not?”

“Not all of them.”

“Lass,” she heard Dwalin say, trying to quiet her.

She waved him off.

Thorin scoffed.

“What would you know about something like this?”

“Because I have been through dragon fire and seen my home be destroyed, just like you and just like the people of Lake-town. You know that, Thorin. You knew that before anyone else.” A brief silence came over the company at her revelation. “They’ve lost their livelihoods, families and friends. They are lost, Thorin. They have no one to turn to except us.”

“They appear to be doing well enough on their own.”

She stood up straighter. Her eyes met his narrow, dark ones. She knew that she was challenging him, but she hoped that she could knock some sense into him again like she had earlier.

“When Erebor was lost, did you not wish that someone would help?” she asked. “And when you were denied help, weren’t you angry and hurt? Would you truly choose to follow in Thranduil’s footsteps here?”

“I am nothing like the elven king.”

“No? You’re turning your back on others, just like he did. You claimed that Thranduil lacked honor. Where is your’s now?”

Thorin roared. He moved quickly, picking up a piece of debris and hurling it through the air. Several dwarves cried out, stepping forward slightly to try and stop him. But Oreliell gasped and jerked back slightly upon feeling a sharp pain at her forehead. She felt someone close by reach out to stabilize her. She lifted her hand to her face, touched lightly where the pain was, and pulled it away. Her fingers were red. She could feel blood dripping down her face, close to her eye.

“Oreliell!” several dwarves gasped, noticing her new wound.

She ignored them and looked up at Thorin. His chest was heaving up and down, and his fists were clenched at his sides as if he were restraining himself.

“Men shmek menu,” he growled. “Get out. If you set foot in my kingdom again, I swear to Mahal that I will kill you.” Oreliell stared at him in shock. How could she not have recognized how far gone he was? “Go! Now!”

Fili gently pulled on her arm.

“You need to go,” he said sadly. “I don’t want to think what he’ll do if you stay here.”

“He’s not himself,” she said.

“No. He’s not.”

He tucked a piece of cloth into her hand, his eyes darting up to her wound. Oreliell gave him the smallest nod and went to the wall. Bifur and Nori were there, setting up a way for her to safely get over the wall. She smiled slightly at them. She paused to glance over her shoulder. Thorin was glaring daggers at her.

If looks could kill…

“Menu gajatu, amrâlimé.” She hoped her forgiveness in Khuzdul reached him through the dragon sickness.

She heard scattered gasps and murmurs come from the company. She was aware that she had revealed her relationship with Thorin, which was more than likely a shock to them, but she kept her eyes on Thorin.

Thorin, however, simply growled again and reached for another rock.

Oreliell grabbed hold of the rope the dwarves had provided and quickly went over the wall. She lowered herself down, leaving small traces of blood on the rope. Once her feet touched the stone bridge, the rope was pulled up out of reach. Oreliell looked up to see several faces looking down at her, including Thorin’s harsh scowl.

Oreliell turned and started across the bridge. She was barely a few yards from the gate when a rock came flying at her again, barely skimming her shoulder. She did not turn around, nor did she stop walking.

“More stone!” Thorin shouted. “Bring more stone to the gate!”

A tear ran down her face, mixing with the blood. The wind caused the cut to string, but she almost felt numb to it. Her feet felt heavy as she walked. She could hear stones being placed down even as she got further and further away.

It took her a long time to cross the field. Every step felt harder and harder to take.

“Vedis,” she called out.

“Oreliell? Is everything all right?”

“I am approaching Dale. Where can I meet you?”

“I will be there in a minute.”

Oreliell nodded even though Vedis could not see her.

The bridge into Dale eventually came into sight. When Oreliell looked at it, she noticed Vedis standing at the entrance, waiting for her. She felt a lump form in her throat upon seeing her sister. Vedis quickly crossed the bridge, extending her arms toward her sister.

As soon as Vedis’s arms were around her, Oreliell felt the dam break. Her legs gave out and she practically crumbled to the ground. Her body shook with heavy sobs as tears flowed down her face. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. So many things had happened that it had become far too much for her. Vedis held her tightly, lowering them both to the ground as Oreliell cried. Vedis ran her hand through Oreliell’s hair, hoping that it would help calm her down.

Oreliell eventually felt Vedis lift her back onto her feet. She looked at her sister. Vedis’s eyes scanned over her face then honed in on the cut on her forehead.

“What happened?” Oreliell shook her head, but Vedis refused to let her look away. “Tell me.”

“Thorin cast me out,” she said, her voice quiet and rough. “He’s building a wall at the gate to keep people out. He’s been searching for… that stupid stone. He’s become blind to everything else. I couldn’t reach him, Vedis. I tried, and I couldn’t-”

Vedis shushed her softly, wiping away Oreliell’s tears. She gave Oreliell a gentle yet sad smile.

“We should get you settled,” she said. “Let me tend to your head then you can get some rest.”

“What about the people of Lake-town? Surely they need your help more than I.”

“We are doing what we can for them, but you are my sister. {Let me take care of you.}”

Oreliell nodded. Vedis wrapped her arm around Oreliell and gently began to guide her into Dale.

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 21

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

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They had barely settled into the mountain when Thorin ordered them to begin searching for the Arkenstone. They spent hours in the great hall, digging through the mounds of gold, searching. Kili was getting tired. While his leg was healed, his body was still recovering from the poison and near-death experience. Plus, he didn’t even know what he was looking for. All he was told was “you’ll know it when you see it.” There were so many jewels in the hall that Kili was beginning to doubt that.

Every now and then Thorin would shout, asking if they had found it. But no one seemed to find anything.

“No one rests until it is found!” Thorin shouted.

Kili couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“That’s rich coming from the one watching us work,” he muttered under his breath.

He heard someone huff nearby, making Kili look up in panic. He relaxed a little when he saw that Oreliell was the one who heard him. Kili offered an embarrassed smile.

He started digging again, but couldn’t help but glance at Oreliell. Since they had come to the mountain… he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but something was off about her.

“Oreliell,” he said softly. She paused and looked at him. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. A smile crossed her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’m all right.”

Well that was convincing.

He wanted to question her more, but decided against it. For now.

The company searched through the hall for several more hours. They found many varieties of jewels and various different treasures. Some of the group had been tasked with sorting through what they found and starting an inventory. Thorin wanted to make sure that all the treasure was accounted for.

Suddenly, they heard someone stumble and slide down one of the stacks of gold. Kili looked to see that it was Bifur. Oreliell was closest to him and went to help him up. Kili’s eyes widened when he saw the dwarf still stumble after being helped up. It was like he couldn’t stand. Bifur tried waving Oreliell off, but she remained patient with him, talking him down and convincing him to sit.

Kili made his way over to them, as well as Bofur.

“What happened?” Bofur said, looking between his brother and Oreliell in concern.

“Bifur lost his balance and nearly collapsed,” Oreliell said. “He needs food and rest.”

“/I am fine, woman!\” Bifur protested. “/Let me up so I can-\”

“/Do not get up from that spot,\” Oreliell said sharply. Kili was still surprised by the Khuzdul coming from her lips. She fixed Bifur with a hard stare. “/You have not eaten nor have you gotten the proper rest after everything that has happened. Please do not argue with me on this.\”

Bifur huffed but didn’t protest. Kili was impressed.

“So what now?” Bofur said.

“Find Bombur and take Bifur to the nearest kitchen. Cook up whatever food you can find, enough for everyone.”

“But what about-”

“I’ll handle it.” Kili and Bofur exchanged looks. Bofur helped his brother to his feet and the two walked away to find Bombur. Oreliell sighed before looking at Kili. “Can you gather the others and have them go to the kitchen as well? Everyone needs to eat and get some rest.”

Kili slowly nodded.

“What about Thorin?” he asked.

Oreliell smiled, but it again didn’t reach her eyes. Instead, she almost looked pained.

“I’ll talk with him.”

Kili watched her walk off. He knew that Thorin was not himself since they reclaimed the mountain. Kili couldn’t help but worry about what his uncle’s response would be.

But he did as she had asked; he found the others in the company and told them that Bombur was making food so they could take a break. The looks of relief were clear on their faces. Kili watched many of them go, but Fili, Dwalin, and Balin stayed behind.

“What’s going on, lad?” Dwalin asked. “Thorin didn’t call for a break.”

“It was Oreliell’s idea,” Kili said. “Bifur nearly collapsed. He hasn’t eaten since yesterday, maybe before that.”

“It’s got to be going on evening now, I’ll wager,” Balin mumbled. “Where is Oreliell now?”

“She went to talk to Thorin.”

As if on cue, they heard Thorin’s voice echo through the hall.

“The Arkenstone must be found!” he shouted.

“And it will be,” Oreliell replied. Her voice wasn’t as loud as Thorin’s, but it did carry. “But the company must rest. They have not had any rest since the night you all left Lake-town.”

“We all must make sacrifices.”

“The mountain is reclaimed, Thorin. What more do you want from them?”

“Locating the Arkenstone proves their loyalty.”

“As if traveling across Middle Earth and facing a dragon does not prove that? Thorin, they are exhausted. Let them have this night.”

“And who are you to challenge me? I am the king!” The dwarves didn’t hear her response. The hall was quiet for several long moments. They waited to see what would happen. Finally, Thorin spoke again. “They may have tonight. But they return to work in the morning.”

Balin motioned for them to leave. They shuffled out as quietly as possible, not wanting to alert the pair that they had heard part of the conversation. They made their way to the kitchen, where they found the rest of the company lounging around. Bombur was cooking a warm meal for them all, using some of the meat they had been given by the Master. He finished in no time and soon, bowls were being passed around. No one said it aloud, but they were grateful for the rest.

As the group filled their stomachs, they began to tell stories. Kili was surprised that Bofur still had some left after all their travels. But it was enough to bring laughter to the company.

Kili noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He glanced toward the door and caught a glimpse of Oreliell disappearing from view. He couldn’t help but frown.

“What is it?” Fili asked, leaning toward his brother.

“I’m worried about Oreliell,” he admitted. “She hasn’t been herself since she helped us in Lake-town.”

Fili was quiet for a moment before he nodded slowly.

“You’re right,” Fili said. “I believe I noticed that as well.”

“Come on. Let’s bring her some food.”

Fili nodded and they stood up. Kili went to the hall to try and figure out what direction she went while Fili got her food.

Kili walked down the stone hall a ways, glancing down other corridors to figure out where she might have gone. Erebor was so grand that its halls could be confusing at times. He knew trying to listen for her would be unsuccessful - the company was far too loud and she was light-footed. However, he thought he heard something in the distance.

“Did you find her?” Fili asked, joining his brother.

Before Kili could respond, they heard a loud clang. They took off almost immediately, turning down several different halls. They rounded a corner and froze. They had found Oreliell, but they were shocked by her state.

She was sitting against the wall. They could see pieces of armor strewn across the hall.

The brothers looked at one another. Kili almost debated if they should approach her, but she was their friend. She had been there for them all throughout the quest. It was their turn to be there for her. Kili took the first step and Fili followed close behind him. As they drew closer, they were able to take in more of her appearance. Her shoulders shook slightly and her face was buried in her hands. Her hair was in complete disarray.

“Oreliell?” Kili said softly.

He heard her sniffle before she lifted her head. Most of her face was shielded by her hair, but she at least turned her head in their direction.

“Kili? Fili?”

“We thought you could use some food,” Fili said, showing her the bowl. “And perhaps some company?”

Kili thought that she would turn them away for a moment, but she eventually nodded. The brothers finished their approach and sat on either side of her. She sniffled again and pushed her hair back out of her face. Kili tried not to stare. Her eyes were slightly swollen and red, tears lingering in her eyes.

She had been crying.

Oreliell accepted the bowl from Fili.

“Thank you,” she said. “How are you both feeling?”

“Fine now that we’ve gotten to eat and take a breather,” Kili said, keeping his answer short. “What about you? You don’t quite seem like yourself.”

“He’s right,” Fili said. “You’ve been rattled since Lake-town.”

Oreliell lowered her bowl into her lap and glanced at the two of them. She had to know by now that they wouldn’t let up until she told them what was going on. She eventually sighed.

“Vedis and I used to live in a city in the north, along the Icebay of Forochel. It was called Thananti.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard of it before,” Kili said. He hadn’t meant to interrupt, but Oreliell didn’t seem to be terribly bothered.

“That’s because it no longer exists. When we were young, a drake attacked and laid waste to everything. Our people tried to kill it, but we had no means to do so. Our parents forced us to leave without them and escape. Vedis and I barely escaped. We only survived by swimming through the frozen sea.”

Understanding hit Kili. The haunted look on her face, the way she would cower away at different moments. He had thought it was simply because Smaug was destroying the town. But she had been reliving the destruction of her own home.

“We had no idea,” Kili said.

“No one does,” she replied. “Vedis and I don’t really share that part of our past with others. Doesn’t make a lot of sense when there are so few people who actually remember that it existed.”

“Does Thorin know?” Fili asked after a moment.

Oreliell nodded.

“Yes. He’s the only one.”

Kili glanced at his brother. His mind filled with questions, but he did not want to be intrusive. He could tell that Fili had the same thoughts. Oreliell finished her food during their silence and set the bowl down. She sighed and leaned her head back.

“You asked early in our journey how Thorin and I came to meet,” she said. “It was several years ago now. Vedis and I were traveling toward the west, having recently been in Rohan. When we met Thorin, he was inquiring with locals to find out if they had seen or heard anything about his father. We had heard rumors about sightings of him in the wilds, so we pulled him aside and offered our help. At the time, Thorin simply demanded to know the information that we had. We told him what we had heard and offered our help. When Vedis and I travel, we have no particular destination in mind, so there was no where we needed to be.

“Thorin, of course, took a lot of convincing. He wasn’t happy about it, but he saw at least some benefit of having us long. Tensions were high at first, though that was to be expected. He was very clear about his feelings toward us and our race. He ignored us most of the time, only speaking to us when he deemed it necessary. We didn’t mind much. Vedis’s abilities gave us an outlet to still communicate without needing to speak out loud.

“One night, after maybe two or three months, we had made camp for the night. Vedis had taken the night watch, so just Thorin and I remained at the campsite. But we were startled awake by boars. A hoard of wild thorn-tuskers came through the camp. They had been spooked by something and were running rampant. Thorin and I had to defend ourselves.”

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair before she continued: “One of the larger ones got too close. It was heading for Thorin, but I put myself between them. I steered it off course and back into the woods, where the others followed. I had been injured, but it was bearable and Vedis was able to take care of it once she returned. But after that, Thorin opened up to us more. I guess saving him from a raging pig made him realize that we were worth having around.”

The brothers chuckled at her words. Kili couldn’t help but be fascinated by her story. Her relationship with Thorin was one that had made him curious since they had been first introduced.

“What happened after that?”

Oreliell smiled. Kili recognized the look on her face, but he couldn’t quite place where he had seen it before.

“Over the next year or so, we became friends. Thorin made an effort to get to know us, slowly at first, but an effort nonetheless. We did not want there to be secrets between us, so we told him about our past and he shared his life with us. I remember he spoke fondly of the two nephews he left back in the Blue Mountains to search for his father. We had little to no luck in finding Thrain, but we became very close during our journey.”

“I don’t mean to cause any sort of offense,” Fili said, “but it seems like your friendship with our uncle is… more than that? You seem to care very deeply for him.”

Oreliell nodded slowly.

“That’s because I do,” she said.

She pulled a necklace out from under her shirt, pulled it over her head, and held it out in front of them all. Kili’s eyes widened when he recognized the pendant: a metal hair bead, with dwarvish engravings.

“Thorin’s and I’s relationship developed past that of friendship,” Oreliell said. Her voice was soft. “In the months before we parted, he gave me his bead and proposed that we begin a courtship.”

Kili realized where he recognized the look on her face. It was the same look that his mother used to give his father.

“You are Ones,” Fili breathed.

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 20

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Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

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Oreliell followed Vedis down the stairs. She kept a light but firm hand on her back to keep her moving. They had to go now or risk being killed. Smaug was flying overhead, seemingly circling the town.

He’s taunting us, buying his time and letting them build false hope.

Oreliell helped Vedis into the boat and looked at Tauriel.

“{Get us out of here,}” she said.

Tauriel nodded.

“Quickly, now,” the red-head said to the children. “Hurry!”

Oreliell sat herself down beside Vedis and pulled her close.

“We’re going to get out of here, muinthel.”

Once everyone was settled, Bofur and Fili took the oars and pushed the boat into the river canal. Oreliell glanced up as Smaug flew directly over their heads. She felt Vedis shudder, which caused Oreliell to pull her closer.

The panic… the fear… the chaos… it all felt familiar. While it had been well over two thousand years, fear like this was not something easily forgotten… no matter how young one might be.

The cold air was familiar. It was almost like being back home. But the smell of burning wood and flesh, the heat of fire roaring at every turn was also familiar. Overhead, a dragon flew. It was dark, but the dragon’s large shadow could be seen through the clouds and shadows.

Smaug swooped down, shooting a long strain of fire at the town.

People began screaming in fear and pain. Oreliell closed her eyes to try and block it out. She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as they tried to escape. She could hear him in the air, his wings beating like a hurricane. The buildings around them shook on their foundations. He changed directions and circled around for another attack, this time striking nearby. She flinched slightly when she heard the screams behind her.

“Look out!”

Oreliell’s eyes shot open as the boat knocked into something. A much larger boat had collided with theirs. A fat, greasy looking man was shrieking about the gold that was falling off his boat and into the water.

As soon as he was past, Tauriel urged them forward again. Smaug continued to circle through the sky, raining fire on Lake-town.

Valar have mercy.

Buildings were on fire. People lay dead in the streets. Oreliell felt like she was tripping at every turn, despite being light on her feet. Arrows were flying, trying to pierce the dragon’s skin. But dragon’s had the strongest armor, nearly impenetrable.

“Da!”

Oreliell looked up again as the children screamed. She looked toward the bell tower, where a human man was shooting arrows at the dragon.

“He hit it!” Kili cried. “He hit the dragon!”

“No,” Tauriel said.

“He did! He hit his mark, I saw!”

“His arrows cannot pierce its hide. I fear nothing will.”

Not a minute later, Bain managed to lift himself out of the boat.

“What are you doing?” Bofur said.

“Come back, Bain!” Fili called. “Bain!”

But the boy had touched down on the dock. Oreliell stared in shock as he ran away, ducking through the crowd.

“Leave him,” Tauriel said. “We cannot go back.”

“Bain!” young Tilda cried, tears in her eyes.

Oreliell looked at the girls, taking in their tears and fear on their faces. It was painful, too familiar. Oreliell had to force herself to look away. She looked at her sister instead.

Vedis pulled Oreliell along quickly. They couldn’t stop. There was too much danger around them. And their parents had practically ordered them to run. Oreliell raised her arm over her head to try and protect herself as the flames rose higher. She felt like she was choking on smoke. She most likely was. Vedis tugged on her arm again. Oreliell looked at her sister. She could see the flames reflecting in her eyes.

“We are almost out, Oreliell,” she said. “Only a little further.”

Oreliell could see Vedis’s eyes darted around them, taking in the tragedy. Flames were reflecting in her eyes. She took Vedis’s hand, trying to get her attention away from the docks.

“We’re almost out, Vedis. Only a little further.”

Smaug swooped down again and landed on top of the town, crushing several buildings.

The ground shook as a nearby building crumbled. Vedis pulled hard, causing Oreliell to stumble. They were almost to the bridge. However, when they got there, they found that it was destroyed. But they had no choice but to keep going. Vedis nodded to Oreliell, trying to reassure her little sister. Suddenly-

Smaug’s roar ripped through the air as he crashed through Lake-town. Oreliell looked over her shoulder. Smaug flew up into the air. He sounded like… he was in pain. She watched as he practically clawed at the sky, away from Lake-town. And then… he was falling.

Oreliell couldn’t decide what was worse: the attack or the aftermath. People were still screaming and crying, but this time… this time, they were searching and mourning for their loved ones. They were trying to figure out if their loved ones were still alive. They were attempting to salvage what they could from the water.

Tilda and Sigrid were among those looking. They called out for their father and brother, desperately searching through the water-logged crowd.

The dwarves found a boat that was in good condition and readied it for passage across the rest of the lake. They were going to try and get to the mountain. None of them had any idea if their friends and family were still alive.

Oreliell watched Kili step away from his kin to approach Tauriel. She looked away from the two of them to let them have their moment. Instead, she looked at Vedis. Her expression had barely changed since the attack, but her eyes remained trained on the people of Lake-town.

“Vedis?” Oreliell said, quietly.

“I will be staying with them.”

Oreliell nodded.

“You’re sure?”

“Winter is fast approaching. People are wounded. They need someone who can protect them.”

Oreliell touched Vedis’s shoulder, gaining her attention.

“Then stay well, muinthel. We shall see one another again.”

Vedis tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Oreliell gently pressed her forehead to Vedis’s before she pulled away. Oreliell joined the dwarves and helped to push their boat into the water. She motioned for the dwarves to get in while she guided the boat further in. She noticed Fili kept looking behind them.

“Don’t worry, he’s coming, Fili,” she said. “Get in.”

Fili climbed into the boat and began helping Bofur and Oin rearrange their things to make room for them all. Oreliell waded into the water, keeping her hands on the boat to keep it steady. The water sent a chill through her. Her grip tightened on the wood, but she refused to let it show. When Kili did join them, she smiled gently at him. He nodded to her. She helped him in then climbed in herself, taking the oar that was handed to her. They began paddling the boat back onto the lake.

With their combined effort, they reached the shore before the mountain in no time.

Oreliell looked up at the mountain as the dwarves gathered their few belongings. The journey up to the mountain wouldn’t take long. Once the dwarves were ready, Oreliell began leading them up the large hill.

She had to keep a slower pace, but she didn’t mind. She listened to the dwarves talk about the mountain and how spectacular Erebor looked just from the outside. They talked about their families, lightly wondering if they had survived the dragon. Oreliell tried to block those bits of conversation out, but the thought was weighing heavily on her mind.

Were they all alive? Had anyone been hurt? Where were they now?

She hadn’t realized that they had come to the entrance. She slowed to a stop, staring up at the grand stone, even though it had mostly been destroyed by Smaug. Around her, the dwarves exchanged looks before running inside. Before he crossed over the threshold, Oin turned to look at her.

“Well don’t just stand there, lass!” he called. “Come on!”

Oreliell smiled slightly at the older dwarf and followed.

“Hello!” Bofur shouted. “Bombur? Bifur? Anybody?”

The entrance had been almost completely destroyed. Rubble covered the ground, most covered in dust but there was definitely new debris. Fili took the lead, going deeper into the mountain. Oreliell couldn’t help but look around. Erebor was beautiful, despite its coldness and stillness. She wondered what it must have been like when there were dwarves actually living here.

Fili started down a flight of stairs, the others following close behind.

“Wait!” a voice said.

Oreliell looked around, trying to find the source.

“Someone’s coming,” she said.

“Wait! Wait!”

She spotted a figure running across one of the paths toward them.

“It’s Bilbo!” Oin said. “He’s alive!”

The hobbit came to a stop before them.

“Stop! Stop! Stop,” he said, breathing hard. “You need to leave. We all need to leave.”

“We only just got here,” Bofur said in protest and confusion.

“I have tried talking to him, but he won’t listen.”

“What do you mean, laddie?” Oin asked.

“Thorin.” His voice echoed with his outburst, making the dwarves flinch and Oreliell’s eyes widen. Bilbo quickly quieted down. “Thorin. Thorin. He’s been down there for days. He doesn’t sleep. He barely eats. He’s not been himself, not at all. It’s this… it’s this place. I think a sickness lies on it.”

“Sickness?” Kili asked. “What kind of sickness?”

Oreliell looked at Fili, who began moving around the group. His eyes were trained on something below them.

“Fili?” Bilbo said. “Fili. Fili!”

Bilbo was the first to go after him, followed by Oreliell, then the others. They moved quickly, trying to keep up with the blond prince. Oreliell’s mind raced with questions. What did Bilbo mean? Was Thorin all right? What had happened?

Oreliell paused on a platform, and her eyes widened. Below was a sea of gold. It seemed to glow in the darkness of the mountain, reflecting off the lit fires. There were mounds of it everywhere, towering over them in some places. Oreliell slowly joined the others on one of the lower platforms, but remained behind them. She could hear metal clinking together, like someone was walking through the gold. She feared what that could mean.

Thorin soon appeared, draped in grand robes.

“Gold,” he said. His voice was low but drew everyone’s attention to him. “Gold beyond measure. Beyond sorrow and grief.” Thorin finally looked up. Oreliell exhaled, feeling like she lost all breath in a single moment. He stared at them for a long moment before speaking again. “Behold the great treasure hoard of Thror.” He suddenly threw something toward them. Fili caught the item easily and looked at it: a large red jewel. “Welcome, my sister-sons, to the kingdom of Erebor.”

Oreliell stared down at Thorin. She barely registered that Bilbo was directing the dwarves away after Thorin turned his attention away. She took a step forward. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Thorin, no matter how much they teared up. She reached up to her collar and grasped at her necklace, holding it tight in her hand. She didn’t realize that she had made a sound until Thorin looked back in her direction.

They stared at one another for a long moment.

“Gimlelul,” he eventually said. “Welcome to Erebor.”

Oreliell felt tears fall down her face.

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Star of the Mountain: Part 3 Preview

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Were they all alive? Had anyone been hurt? Where were they now?

“Well don’t just stand there, lass!” he called. “Come on!”

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Personal Update

Hi all!

Things have been very crazy for me the last several months. I started a new job, which takes up most of my time, and by the time I get home, I am mentally exhausted. I've also hit a little bit of writer's block on my fics, which is why I haven't updated in a while.

I ask that you stay patient and bear with me as I work through things. I have at least two fics in progress, and I am planning several others. Ah the life of a writer with an overactive imagination, am I right?

For Star of the Mountain, I'm waiting to post more until I am officially finished writing it. Hopefully that will be soon - only a few more chapter to go! I will tell you, things get

Thanks all for your patience and support! Stay tuned for more.

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Trust

2022 Month of Writing: Day 20

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Prompt: "It's hard to bury your past."

Word Count: 3k (this turned out longer than I was expecting)

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

I'm not totally sold on this, but if you're interested in a part 2, please let me know!

I based this off the Netflix show Shadow and Bone (even though I liking the books better 😅) - just a heads up

y/n pressed a damp cloth against her arm where she had gotten a long cut. She winced slightly but focused on cleaning the wound before it got infected. She and the other crows had just barely survived an encounter with Pekka Rollins and his men in what, unfortunately, was an ambush. Her abilities as a Squaller did help some, but one of the Dime Lions sliced her arms, making it more painful to control wind. She had been lucky with her injuries and required far less attention, thus why she was tending to herself. Nina needed to be focused on Inej instead of her.

She tensed slightly when she heard the familiar sound of footsteps accompanied by the thump of a cane. They stopped somewhere behind her, letting silence fill the room for several minutes. She knew it was petty, but she wasn’t going to be the one to speak first. Several minutes later, he finally caved.

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said lowly.

“It doesn’t matter. We need to talk.”

“Yes, it does matter, Kaz.” She sent him a glare over her shoulder. “You almost got us killed tonight.”

“We have to cut off Rollins’ resources-”

“Do we? You’ve been content just doing simple business for the Crows Club. Then, all of a sudden, you take a mission to saints know where and somehow manage to cross Rollins in the process. Now, we have been framed for murder. And I wasn’t involved in any of it, since you left me behind, yet I still got dragged into this mess.”

She threw down the cloth and picked up a clean one to press firmly against her arm. She held back another wince, glad that the bleeding had seemed to stop for now.

“The mission was need to know.”

She glared at him.

“And I didn’t need to know?” Kaz didn’t respond, but he didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “I had to go into hiding, Kaz, because Rollins added my name to that bounty before you even stepped foot onto the boat that brought you all back to Ketterdam.”

“It was never my intention.”

y/n scoffed.

Kaz slowly came closer, but still kept his distance.

“We were sent to Ravka to locate the rumored Sun Summoner,” he said.

That made y/n pause. She had heard the rumors. All of Ketterdam had. Especially when the Fold expanded and wiped out several towns. The Sun Summoner was a Grisha who was able to manipulate light, who might be able to use their power to help tear down the Fold once and for all.

“And?” she asked.

“We found her. The Darkling used her power to expand the Fold. We had several run-ins with her, but she didn’t come back to Ketterdam with us. Our employer was looking for answers.”

“About the Sun Summoner?”

“Amongst other things.” She glanced at Kaz. He was looking at the far wall, but was only a few feet away from her now. Feeling her gaze, he looked down at her. “He took a particular interest in you.”

“Me?”

“He saw your wanted poster in the street and made an inquiry.”

“That’s not much to go off of, Kaz.”

“He’s a privateer. Rich. Seems to be from Ravka. His inquiry was brief, since his main focus was on the Sun Summoner, but he seemed determined.”

“Again, not completely helpful. This privateer have a name?”

“He called himself Sturmhond.” y/n froze. She knew Kaz was watching her for a reaction, but she couldn’t care. “You know him.”

y/n tossed the dirtied rag aside. She nodded slowly.

“I used to. It was a long time ago.”

“When?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because just hearing the name caused you to freeze up, y/n. I need to know if I can trust you to still function properly should we encounter him again.”

She looked at him.

“You’re worried about how well I’ll perform? Thanks for the vote of confidence, Kaz.” He continued to stare at her. She picked up clean bandages to begin wrapping her arm. “You don’t have to worry about it. It was a long time ago.”

“Not good enough.”

“Will you just leave it?”

“No.”

“Kaz-”

“y/n.”

“Drop it.”

“Tell me.”

She sighed.

“He’s my brother.”

There was a long beat of silence as Kaz took in her words.

“I wasn’t aware you still had family.”

She scoffed.

“As if I could call them that. I was the third child and therefore expendable. Being Grisha just gave them another reason to ignore me.”

She tightened the bandage she had put around her arm. It was a rough job, but it would hold until it could be properly looked at later. She began to clean up her supplies, sticking it in a corner for when it was needed again. As she moved, she caught a glimpse of Kaz. He was still looking at her, as if trying to find more answers.

“What?” she said. Her voice sounded more harsh than she meant it to.

“There’s more that you’re not telling me.”

y/n rolled her eyes.

“Just drop it, Kaz.”

“Not if you have information that will help us.”

“And how is my past going to help us with Pekka Rollins?”

“It will prove that I can trust you.”

y/n stopped. She set down the clothes she had been folding and looked at Kaz. His expression remained cold and hard. He rarely showed emotion as it was.

“You’re questioning my loyalty?” she asked. He simply stared at her, causing her to huff. “Thanks for that, Kaz. After all this time, I’m glad to know where we truly stand.”

She got up quickly and made her way to the door, passing by Kaz along the way.

“y/n-”

“Don’t. Just don’t.”

She hurried outside to avoid him seeing the hurt on her face.

The following week was rather eventful. The Crows had created quite a bit of chaos after releasing false Firepox at all of Pekka Rollins’ businesses. In the same night, Kaz got Rollins to lift the charges he had put on the Crows and admit that he was responsible for the crimes. Rollins had been arrested and taken to Hellgate.

During that time, Kaz and y/n had barely spoken to one another. They only spoke when necessary and even then, they did little to converse with one another. Jesper and Inej were quick to notice the difference. Even Nina and Wylan noticed but neither felt it was their place since they hadn’t known the Crows long.

y/n had been reading in her room when a sharp knock came. She stood and went to the door, finding Kaz on the other side.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Downstairs,” he said. “We have guests from Ravka.”

y/n sighed but nodded. She stepped around Kaz to make her way downstairs, letting him go to wake Wylan and Jesper.

“y/n?”

She looked up sharply at the familiar voice, her eyes widening.

“Zoya?”

The dark haired Squaller smiled widely. She moved forward to hug her.

“Saints, what are you doing here? We thought you were gone! Not even Baghra knew what happened.”

y/n looked down.

“Zoya-”

“And who is this?” A tall man approached them, a smile on his face.

“Tolya, this is y/n. Nikolai’s sister.”

Tolya’s smile grew.

“You’re Nikolai’s sister? It’s wonderful to finally meet you. I traveled with him for many years. He’s spoken of you often.”

y/n was going to respond when a glimpse of Kaz caught her eye. He was standing by the stairs, watching their interaction. Her shoulders deflated when his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. She knew immediately that he had caught at least part of their conversation. She looked back at Zoya.

“It’s a bit of a story,” she said. “One that can be shared later. I assume you are the guests Kaz told us about?”

“Yes. We have a mission for you.”

Soon, the Crows were seated in front of Zoya and Tolya, who handed them a document.

“The neshyenyer?” Nina said after they had explained the mission. “Sankta Neyar’s blade.”

“So you haven’t completely forgotten what you were taught at the Little Palace,” Zoya said with an almost taunting tone. “Just your loyalty to Ravka.”

y/n couldn’t help but feel like the statement was also directed at her.

“Ravka or Kirigan?” Nina countered. “It didn’t take him destroying a city for me to question my loyalty.”

“So, that we all know you two have history,” Jesper said, “what’s the payment for this particular job?”

“Name your price,” Tolya said. “It matters that much.”

“Is that the Lantsov family crest?” Wylan asked, looking over Nina’s shoulder at the paper.

“You know it is because it’s hideous.”

Zoya shot her a glare before glancing at y/n, who only smiled in amusement. She was never a huge fan of the Lantsov crest. To hear someone felt the same was a little refreshing.

Tolya looked at the group. “Prince Nikolai requests your services to retrieve and deliver the neshyenyer to Alina Starkov in East Ravka.”

“She’s returned?” Nina said.

“As has the Darkling,” Zoya replied. “With an indestructible army of shadow monsters.”

“Saints,” y/n muttered.

“I do not like the sound of that,” Jesper said.

“She needs the blade to kill them. It’s the only thing that might work.”

“Retrieve the blade, and the prince will pay you whatever you ask.” Tolya told them.

“But I like the sound of that,” Jesper said.

“I assume same goes for you?” Zoya asked Kaz.

“I’d welcome the chance to help your prince spend his country’s money.”

Nina quickly expressed how instead of kruge she wanted someone released from Hellgate. Zoya decided to poke fun at Nina for her attraction, but y/n nudged her arm to quiet her. Nina had told y/n of Matthias, the Fjerdan she had fallen for before she came to Ketterdam. She admired Nina’s determination to free him.

“The offer is the offer,” Tolya said. “And Prince Nikolai is a man of his word.”

“But we need to go now,” Zoya told them.

y/n looked to Kaz, who was scanning over them. His eyes lingered on her for a long moment before he pocketed the document.

“It’s settled,” he said. “We’re in.”

The group dispersed quickly after to begin preparing. y/n watching Kaz walk away. When he disappeared upstairs, she sighed.

“Well something’s going on with you two,” Tolya said suddenly.

“Excuse me?” y/n said.

“You and Brekker.”

“It’s nothing.”

Tolya hummed as if he didn’t believe her.

“I haven’t been here long, but I can sense the tension between you two.” He slid into the seat that Zoya had vacated and tilted his head at her. “What happened?”

Despite being much larger than her, he did not come across as intimidating. y/n felt herself relax.

“You said that Nik told you about me. Well, I’ve never talked about my family. But when Nik was in town as Sturmhond not long ago, he made inquiries about me. Kaz demanded answers I wasn’t ready to give.” She sighed. “He implied that he couldn’t trust me.”

Tolya nodded slowly.

“Have you tried talking to him?” he asked.

“Kaz is unbelievably stubborn.”

“And if Nikolai’s stories have revealed anything, I believe you are too.” y/n chuckled. “So why haven’t you told him?” y/n paused and looked at him. Tolya offered a small smile. “Perhaps the first step in receiving trust is showing it? Someone always has to take the first step.”

y/n watched Kaz from the doorway of his room. He was going through various maps and documents spread out over his desk. She knew that he knew she was there. Somehow he always knew. Nonetheless, she knocked on the doorframe.

“Yes?” Kaz said.

“We need to talk.”

He barely glanced at her.

“It’ll have to wait.”

“No, Kaz. We need to talk now. We can’t keep working like this and you know it.”

He huffed and looked at her as she stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. He leaned back against his desk.

“What is it?” he asked. “In case you’ve already forgotten, we have to leave for Shu Han soon.”

“I haven’t forgotten. But if this plan works, you need to know the truth.”

“About?”

“Me.” She waited for him to make a quip or dismissal, but received none. So, she took a deep breath. “My real name is y/n Lantsov. I’m the third child of King Alexander and Queen Tatiana. I never made my society debut because once it was discovered that I was Grisha, I was taken to the Little Palace. From then on I was raised with the intent of identifying as Grisha, not a Lantsov.

“As a result, my parents basically forgot I existed. My eldest brother barely spoke to me as it was, so I was only truly close with my other brother. I wasn’t allowed to see him. Kirigan wanted there to be little to no reminders of our pasts so that we could separate ourselves from the otkazat’sya.”

She paused and looked outside. Ketterdam was bustling with activity, both legal and illegal, just as it always was. Ketterdam never slept.

“Early on, Nik and I would sneak out at night to meet. We were children and would rather play than train and learn. Nik loved to play pretend. We had found an old boat and we’d be sailors. I’d use my powers to steer us. He’d call himself Sturmhond with the distinction that he was a privateer, not a pirate.

“But we eventually got caught. I was disciplined by my instructors and put through more rigorous training. More so than some of the others. At first I thought it was because I had snuck out, but time went on and I was still pushed harder. My powers are no where near Zoya’s level. I doubt even an amplifier could get me there. Unfortunately, it took me too long to learn why that was.

“Kirigan wanted me pushed because of my background. He was… almost giddy about the fact that I was a Lantsov. I started noticing his power plays against my family. When he would visit the Grand Palace, I was among his small entourage of Grisha. He would give me special tasks when we visited, as if flaunting the fact that I was under his command instead of my parents.

“One day, while a group of us were traveling, we were attacked by Fjerdans. Drüskelle. They ambushed us, their goal to bring us to the Ice Court for a supposed trial. But we knew better so we fought back.” y/n took a deep breath to calm herself and force back the memories. “When I realized I was the last one standing, I used my powers to knock the remaining Fjerdans unconscious. I couldn’t kill them, despite the fact that they had just killed my friends.

“But as I stood there, I realized that I was alone. For the first time in years, I was by myself. I realized that there was nothing tying me down in that moment, so I fled. I went to the nearest port and stowed away. I ended up here and chose to make a new life for myself. One where no one knew who I was, where I would have more freedom than I could have imagined. Then I met you. And you know the rest.”

Silence fell over the room. y/n didn’t want to admit it but she was nervous how Kaz would react. She could feel him watching her, staring holes into her back.

After a minute, she felt the air shift and heard Kaz push himself off the desk. He slowly walked toward her, cane thumping at his side. She continued to stare outside even as he came to stand next to her.

“So Sturmhond is the prince,” he said.

y/n almost wanted to scoff - of course that was what he chose to say first - but she refrained.

“Yes. Tolya confirmed it for me.”

“And when he came to Ketterdam and inquired about you, it was because he thought you were dead.”

She shrugged.

“I suppose so. I don’t know what got reported to the king or Kirigan after the ambush. At some point, I stopped caring. It wasn’t my problem anymore.” She looked down. “Guess I was kidding myself. It’s hard to bury your past.”

Kaz huffed.

“Not if you bury it somewhere no one will ever look.”

“And I thought no one would look in Ketterdam,” y/n said, finally looking at him. “The Darkling never left Ravka and I had no idea where my brother was. I hadn’t seen him in years. I didn’t even know he had gone to serve in the military until he had been gone for three months.”

Kaz studied her for a long minute. y/n wished (not for the first time and certainly not the last) that she could read him.

“When we retrieve the neshyenyer and go to Ravka to deliver it, what will you do?” he asked. “I have no doubt we’ll run into your brother at some point.”

y/n sighed.

“I don’t know. I suppose I should talk to him at the very least. He deserves that.”

“And after?”

She shrugged.

“I’ll figure it out when I get to it.” She looked him in the eye. She knew that her answer probably left him unsatisfied but it was the best she could offer in the moment. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Last week you said that my past would tell you whether or not you could trust me. Now you know. What’s your verdict?”

Kaz’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he scanned her over. She refused to look away. Finally, he nodded.

“I trust you,” he said. “You’ve got our backs.” He stepped back, breaking eye contact with her so that he could gather various things off his desk. “Now finish gathering what you need. We leave for Shu Han in an hour.”

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