Elven Princess Under the Mountain

Chapter7

Hello! Thank you for reading this far into my story, I'm on chapter seven and people are still reading so I'm counting that as an accomplishment. Also, call out to BooBoo33 for favoriting the story.

I do not own The Hobbit, which is the overall plot, I just changed a couple of things. I do not own anyone but Jackie or some made up character you might see in this chapter, that is a whole lot easier than saying everyone I don't own.

Thank you for reading! Now on with the show! I really pity those of you who actually read the author's notes.

WARNINGS: language

It wasn't the birds chirping or the sunlight that woke Jackie up. It was the shifting of what she assumed to be a bed under her that really woke her. Lifting her head the slightest bit she tried to take in her surroundings, hissing in a very cat like manner when a stab of pain seared through her body, head in particular. After wiping away the sleep in her eyes she finally began to realize where, and what she was laying on. Her hand admediatly unclenched from the fabric that she had assumed to be bed sheets until now and lifted herself up over Legolas's body, knees and hands on either side of his body. This action just brought another wave of pain down on her body and she collapsed, once more, into the prince's chest.

"Ni am- varda Dornessiti, reallime. (Elvish: I am flattered, Dornessiti)." The prince spoke, his voice rumbling through his chest sending small vibrations through her body.

Looking up she saw just where she fell on him. Her face had landed on his upper chest, just below his collar bone. Her body lay straight on top of his, everywhere except for her legs which were on either side of his. His face was looking down at her's, his trademark smirk already on his face.

Legolas looked at her, wondering what she would do, elf don't usually sleep, they can go week without it, maybe even months if they needed to so he had spent the entire night mulling over her. Now he watched. All she did was bury her face in his chest once more as if when she will bring her head up again it would be someone else or all the bad things in the world would disappear. Not what he expected to happen.

"Cundu Legolas. (Elvish: Prince Legolas)" Jackie mumbled into the prince's chest, counting to ten in her head before she heaved herself up once more, this time successfully collapsing on something other than the prince's chest, which turned out to be the floor. Legolas's chest may have been the better option, putting it being deeply humiliating aside of course.

Legolas rolled himself over on his side to continue staring at her, which she found unnerving. Not as much as her newest position: laying face first on the ground, the only reason her face wasn't a pancake was because she moved her head last minute so it faced the prince.

"I strongly dislike you, your highness." She groaned quietly.

"Ar símen ni ósanwe emme nér starting ana ianna- (Elvish: And here I thought we were starting to connect). " The prince replied quickly, not bothering to lower his voice, sending a splitting headache through her skull.

"You know I'm still here right pointy ears?" The long forgotten dwarf spoke.

"Tha Yol sorry Kili, ill was wrong oz forget othok when othok Nir ath need eron healuroz (Dwarvish: I am sorry Kili, it was wrong to forget you when you are in need of healing)." She spoke softly, for more her sake then his, drawing herself up to a kneeling position she leaned admitetly against one of the branches that made up the flet's walls and began to rub her temples in circular motions.

"Othok ath Nir more need eron healuroz than me karr'a. Tha may not Mer an Elger Ur Tha know yir ovrumm usuroz Anym Manok can Kav oz othok. Tha yol almost well, Tha Zal already walked around da flet multiple times, lare Ghoran from pointy ears ovrumm there eron course. (Dwarvish: You are in more need of healing than me sister. I may not be an elf but I know what over using life energy can do to you. I am almost well, I have already walked around the flet several times, no help from pointy-ears over there of course.)" He added in distaste. "Vos sirk! othok morred da othrumm hand var need at least E few days thoth othok ath well enough oz Kav Vos thuroz near fighturoz. Lare buts. Othok var Zal oz rely morred me Nar pointy ears Yoth E while, got ill (Dwarvish: Any way! You on the other hand will need at least a few days until you are well enough to do any thing near fighting. No buts. You will have to rely on me and pointy ears for a while, got it)?"