Elven Princess Under the Mountain

Chapter 6

Welcome to Chapter Six! Let's see what Kili's idiocy brings to Jackie.

Also, sorry for the long waited update, family stuff, I wasn't able to post the new chapter but it's here now!

I do not own the books, no matter how bad we wants it, my precious, and we wants it. WE WANTS IT! Sorry, couldn't help it. I am changing the plot of the Hobbit but the Hobbit sadly belongs to J.R.R Tolkien so no matter how bad I want to I can't say it's mine.

If any of you guys did my challenge from last time (memorizing all the dwarf names), congrats! Your prize is... drum roll please ... A cookie!

WARNINGS: lambelë (Elvish: Language)

Sister. The word seemed to echo around in his head over and over and over again. Everything began to click together. How Dornessiti was so familiar with the dwarves, how they got along so well, her arrows and bow, the unfilled background section of her file. She was the sister of filth.

Dornessiti herself had her face covered by her palms. Legolas watched as the normally strong, fearless, bad attitude, unbreakable elf seemingly deflate in front of his eyes. She leaned against one of the larger branches that made up the flets wall, and slid all the way down it to the flet's platform floor. It felt wrong in his bones, Dornessiti was not supposed to be this weak elf he saw in front of him now, obviously scared, sad and ready to give up. She needed to be happy, no fear, doubt or worry should ever pass over her visage. Ever.

Surprised even by his own thoughts he pushed the absurd emotion that had risen in his chest and mind to the back of his brain The dwarf slowly began to realise his mistake and, for once in his life he decided to not take a bite out of him and just ignore the ugly creature all together he focused on the elf on the floor. The sun's last rays of light made her silver hair look snowy white. Small bruises and cuts began to form on her face, neck and exposed leg from their earlier encounter with the orcs. Dirt and half dried blood both were smeared on the same areas. Once again he had to resist the unfamiliar urge to murder the creatures accountable in the worst way posible.

Dornessiti had begun to rock herself back and forth, her position changing so her arms wrapped her knees close to her chest, her eyes fixed on some unknown spot on the wooden floor. She was humming to herself as well, moving back and forth in rhythm in such a slight movement that Legolas was sure that unless someone had elf ears or eyes they would not be able to pick up either action, sound or movement.

He remained standing there, taking all this and more in just a few seconds

"Fasta-. Fasta- Mime cundu. Care- vamme roit- sina nat, hela -ssë least mennai i úrin orta- atatya. Fasta- ni~ (Elvish: Please. Please my prince. Do not pursue this matter, or at least until the sun rises once more. Please I-)" A weak voice spoke, so quietly that he knew the dwarf would only hear mumbling, not like he would understand even if he did hear. Dornessiti had broken off, breathing in deep and shaking before blowing it out in the same manner. Not without breaking into a fit of coughing, the hand she brang down from covering her mouth was covered in blood. "Please."

Legolas almost shot himself with his own arrow. He could tell that her strength was failing, she would literally collapse soon. It was a miracle that this elleth was still alive, not just because of the physical exertion and danger she was forced into that day but because she used more than a healthy amount of life energy. Enough to send her to Valinor without a boat. Better, stronger elves had died doing the exact thing Dornessiti had done, there was a reason why using such powerful healing magic was only allowed in the most dire circumstances. After the elf is committed to the incantation they can not go back, and if it fails not only do the elf, or human, being healed will die but so will the caster. And even if they do survive casting they will have little to no life energy in them, they would be unable to do anything for a long time and be completely spent. A small amount of pity and, if he were not too proud to admit it, awe entered his heart.

Crouching down to her level Legolas pulled her beat up body flush against his, for the first time really realizing that though Dornessiti was tall but compared to him she was quite small. Tucking his right arm under her legs, he put the other around the small of her back. Standing up in one graceful movement, her head ended up on his shoulder, her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Allowing him to shift his arms to a more comfortable position for both him and Dornessiti.

He smirked to himself when Dornessiti did nothing to stop or criticise his actions in any way, too tired to even struggle or act like she wasn't ok with it aside from a small groan and a muffled I hate you. Of course it was probably due to the fact that she was out of energy more than anything else, but he decided he didn't like that possibility, or, at least his unnoticed part of his brain did.

Turning to the only bed in the flet he saw the dwarf lying down there, a smirk covering all the features on his face.

"Ssssnnnnore"

"Dwarf. Move." He spoke as quietly as he could so not to wake the sleeping elf in his arms.

"Ssssssnnnnnnooooore"

"Dwarf. Do not try my patience."

"SSSSSSSSSSS NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOORE!"

He cursed his father for making the beds in all the flets throughout Mirkwood fit only for one elf. True it was a dwarf who was lying but a dwarf chest is much broader than any elves but this dwarf, kili, he was taller than most of his kind, leaving only enough room to sit on the end of the bed. His cursing quickly changed direction toward the worm brained hole dweller who was on the bed and clearly meant to kick the prince of the bed.

Repositioning the motionless elf in his arms who was now in fact dead asleep so only one of his arms held her up. Using the other he yanked the soft grey pillow out from underneath the dwarf's head. Then Legolas placed it on, slowly placing himself in a surprisingly comfortable position considering it was the floor, refusing to even consider the possibility that the she-elf who was now virtually laying on his chest, legs laying beside his and fingers clenching tight to the leather of his tunic as if to anchor herself to this world while dark and evil dreams plagued her sleeping mind, had anything to do with it.

"Tye arë -va mysterime Jackie Dornessiti, er i ni sam- amna solved mal ni am lanta sinta -o qua. Mana are tye nurtale (Elvish: You are a mystery Jackie Dornessiti, one that I have almost solved but I am falling short of something. What are you hiding)?" he spoke softly, staring up at the stars peaking at him through the green leaves above him.

So? What did you all think? Of course it is short compared to some of my other ones and for the most part full of fluff buuuut... I think it was ok. I really am sorry my readers for not posting soner, all this stuff about covit is really turning the world upside down is it not?

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Until next time! ; ) Stay strong.