Elven Princess Under the Mountain

Chapter 11

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After the beastly dragon had fallen to the ground, crushing the greedy townmaster in the process, Jackie had said goodbye to Balin (who was taking a more direct underground route that would get him to the other dwarves faster) and left for the lonely mountain. Legolas tagging along in the process, for some reason reluctant to leave her presence. The two had galloped away on their own respective mountain horses that had nobly stayed put at the town during its attack from the dragon.

Now riding up to the entrance of the mountain as the sun continued to rise in the sky Jackie was saddened at the site of it's once mighty gates in ruins. My home in ruins. All her childhood memories sat within these walls. Growing up, learning to talk, learning to run. Her first prank, her first dance, her first time stowing away in the armory enclaves to avoid the annoying teachers or father urging her to practise a ballroom dance one more time. Entering it again after one hundred and seventeen years of being away, and the last time seeing was when it was first being overrun by Smaug, It was jarring.

Her overly large light brown shirt was flapping in the wind as they passed through the decimated front gates. The sound of her and Legolas's horses echoed through the empty entrance hall. She stared at the floor that was now pure gold all the way around the hall. What in the Valars name happened here?

Dwalin and Gloin appeared out of nowhere hefting their large battle axes back and forth between their respective hands in plain view of the two newcomer elves. All the while conversing loudly, or their quiet, quiet for a dwarf, conversation was being magnified by the arching wall around them. Even without their enhanced hearing Jackie and Legolas would have heard them loud and clear.

It was Dwalin who they heard first; "-Two Inbul-hibir fundhamâd-ublags (Dwarvish: Pointy-eared lembas-munchers.) huh. I call dibs on the long blondy." Jackie snorted in a very un elf like manner earning a raised eyebrow from the Prince.

"Wondir what their doin here."

"Thorin was yellin bout' how they were here fer the treasure."

"But what da ye think?" Gloin proded.

"I reckon... that Throin was a wee bit..... paranoid." Dwalin said haltingly.

"Bet yer right." Gloin said before quickly adding in in a pleading tone; "Are ye sure I can't 'ave the blond one?"

"Aye. Blondy's mine. Ye can have the lassie." Dwalin retorted a bit harshly.

"Fine, fine. But- but I bet the lassies a piece of work so she'll be a lot harder than yer pathetic blondy." Gloin said indignantly, as if trying to find some grace in his target.

Jackie just rolled her eyes at the bantering about who would kill who. Legolas, who had already reached for his bow, was getting ready to draw it back and let loose when she cut in and lowered the weapon. Then she turned to the approaching dwarves who were now about twenty yards in front of them and smiled. Knowing that there were probably other dwarves all over the room, and probably Thorin himself with weapons poised, she made sure to magnify her voice.

"What, no royal welcome? No 'Oh hey Jackie it's only been one hundred and seventeen years since we last saw each other not counting the time you had us locked up?' Not even a 'how have you been?' Wow, dwarven courtesy has gone down a lot if you go straight to killing, usually that happens around the next day." All she got was bemused stares from both the elf and the dwarves in the room for about five seconds before the two warriors broke into smiles and charged.