Elven Princess Under the Mountain

Chapter 12

Chapter 12! Hooray! PLease tell me if I should continue my story. I want at least six answers before I decide, so far I only have one.

WARNING: This chapter -at the beginning- is a little bit dark until the first section is over, I do go into description of injuries that you may not like if you are great at imagining things and are squeamish. Then it gets better I promise you.

Legolas ran down the hall, hoping to catch up to Dornessiti, he needed to talk to her, to ask if he was correct in his theories. He hoped beyond hope that they were wrong but in his experience he was rarely that lucky. He found her exiting the entrance hall.

"Dornessiti!" He called out

"Legolas. I asked you not to talk to me again unless you had~" She said, beginning to turn around.

"Figured out your past? I know. But I believe- I believe that I may have."

"Oh?" Dornessiti humed, he could see the disbelief written in her eyes at his statement.

"I believe you lived here for a while. And that you were a member of the royal family during your stay." He rushed out in one breath. Silence was all that followed for a while. "Am I right?"

She mumbled the last part so low that had it not been for his elven hearing he would have missed her words completely. "I've never told anyone this before..." She paused and then took a deep breath, leaning on the stone wall for support. "You're not far off from the truth. My name, as you know, is Jackie Dornessiti, dwarvish for princess."

He stared at her. She was actually going to tell him about her past!

"My father gave me that name when he adopted me at the age of four, unable to pronounce my elven one. His name was Thrain I, King Under the Mountain."

Legolas couldn't help himself; "Thrain! He died over two thousand years ago!"

Dornessiti just continued as if he never spoke. "He raised me from that day on as his own daughter. I became the Princess Under the Mountain. At the age of fifty-eight I left my home and lived in Mirkwood, returning to the Lonely Mountain on frequent intervals. In the beginning I was not always accepted...."

Jackie, at the age of seven, was walking back to the royal chamber of the lonely mountain, not noticing, or just not caring about the evil glares she received from the common dwarves around her. She rounded the bend into an alley-way like passage, one of the shortcuts she had discovered early on in her first years at the unknown place that now felt like home. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she did not notice the three dwarves from the street that followed her.

They were probably around fifteen, each burly, strong and ugly. Jackie, taking notice of the heavy footsteps behind her, turned in a friendly greeting only to be shoved up against the wall of the alley-way by the biggest and ugliest of their number.

"What are you doin ere elf?" He spat, spit coating her face.

One of his friends stepped up behind him. "We doint what yer kind ere."

Jackie shuddered and tried to speak through the globs of spit on her face. "I'm not doing anything wrong~" She began.

"Yes ye are!" The third shouted, only to receive a glare from the second minion. He then lowered his voice. "You existed, ye set yer prim, perfect feet in our home, yer still alive. That's what ye did wrong elf." He said, saying the final word like it was venom on his tongue.

She stared at him. Every dwarf she had met so far was kind and friendly, never had she seen such hatred. The leader's forearm started to dig into her throat. "Stop- I can't breath- stop~" She rasped, her air supply being cut off.