Elven Princess Under the Mountain

Chapter 5

Hello again! I'm on chapter five, I love all you people who chose to read my story. 

I do not own the books (I have to repeat that every time.) or Legolas or Thorin or Tauriel or Thranduil or Dwalin or Balin or Kili or Fili or Dori or Nori or Ori or Oin, Gloin or Bifur or Bofur or Bombur oooooor Bilbo. Whew! I have a challenge to the readers, memorise all the names of the dwarves, if you already know them all, screw you for taking the fun out of declaring a challenge. In this chapter I start to pull away from the plot of the movie, if you choose not to read the authors note and then give me shit for changing the plotline I will be seriously pissed. I write these things for a reason!

WARNINGS: Language

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Running down the hall Tauriel, Jackie had to stop herself from laughing. The dwarves had escaped last night and had obviously taken her suggestion of the wine cellar. Depending on when they got out though they could still be in danger. Tauriel obviously had no clue what happened, she may be a friend but she was loyal to the throne and would have reported an attempt at escape if she had heard their conversation, thank Thrian that they spoke in dwarvish. Banging open the door of the wine cellar Tauriel looked so mad that Jackie actually had to grab the wall for a second and school her features into one of cool nonchalance, although she deemed it safer if she stayed at the doorway and watched as Tauriel yelled at the key keeper. Kicking the poor hungover elf she turned back to Jackie just as the Prince rounded the corner.

Rounding the corner the prince took in the scene in front of him. Tauriel standing over the key keeper, her face expressionless but her eyes full of anger. And then there was Dornessiti leaning against the wall and bending over. Arms wrapped around her core, her lips pulled into her mouth making a thin line, obviously an attempt not to laugh, humor written everywhere on her face. It took her a second to realise he was there and he watched a seh jumped off the wall and tried to look as serious as possible, anf failed miserably.

"I casar sam- úsiérs, -n sav- -ite arë imi i celusindi. (Elvish: the dwarves have escaped, I believe they are in the river.)" Jackie did a double take, how in the world had Tauriel known they would escape through the cellars? Looking back in the room she saw the wine-barrel platform still moving. The idiots.

Legolas, Tauriel and herself ran along the river's edge, the dwarves and their barrels were close ahead.

"Holya i andon! (Elvish: Close the gates)" Thee prince shouted.

The guard sounded the alarm for the gates to be shut and the guards on the other side of the river closed them just before Thorin and his company could get out. She heard Thorin cry in frustration. The elves began to close in on the dwarves that she called her family. Scanning the elves around her she was just thinking how many she could take down before they got her when a black arrow hit one of the elves with a satisfying thunk. Making eye contact with Tauriel one glance was enough to confirm her suspicions, Orcs.

All hell broke loose when they poured out of the trees, their crude weapons at the ready, evil faces sneering down on the elves as they engaged in battle. Ice clouded over Jackie's vision, cold swept through her veins, she could feel it moving through her, all emotion removed from her but desire to kill every one of these horrible creatures who took away her chance of ever having a normal childhood. Sometimes she was actually grateful because she had her family with the dwarves but looking on their faces, anything that might have redeemed their ugly hearts vanished.

She lost all control, killing Orc after orc after orc, she was cut in the arm once, she didn't notice, an orc managed to get a long deep slash down her back, she barely felt it. One after one they fell. Nothing could bring her out of this horrible icey state of bitter sweet revenge. Or, nothing had been able to.