Young Magic (The hobbit love story)

Chapter 22: *whistle* BILBOOOO WHERE ARE YOUUUU

Salacia POV

I snuck around the woodland kingdom, quiet as a mouse. 'I swear I woulda just knocked this place to the ground if I could' I thought. However, I made a promise not to use my full magic while Gandalf was away...the forest indecent...was an accident. I stopped hearing someone coming and held my breath. I watched them pass before I continued on. "Here hobbit hobbit hobbit..." I whispered. I stopped and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms and tapping my chin thoughtfully. "Now...if I where a small hobbit made out of entirely sassy facial expressions where would I be?" I said to myself. I suddenly felt the very presence of him. "Oh you little turd I know your here!" I whisper yelled looking around viciously.

Thorin PoV

I was escorted towards the throne room, wondering how this was going to go given the conversation Salacia had with him...or what would come out of it. As we approached I saw Thranduil, sitting atop his throne. Looking down at me. "Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon. I myself suspect a more prosaic motive: attempted burglary, or something of that ilk." He said. "You have found a way in. You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule: the King's Jewel, the Arkenstone. It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that. There are gems in the mountain that I too desire. White gems of pure starlight. I offer you my help." He said with a happy gaze. "I am listening." I said. "I will let you go, if you but return what is mine." He said. I slowly turned my back to him and began walking away. "A favor for a favor?" I asked. "You have my word, one King to another." He said. I stopped and kept my back to him. "I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us!" I yelled. I turned around, my heavy glare set on the elven King. "You lack all honor! I've seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you turned your back. You turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us!!!!" I yelled. "Imrid amrad ursul! (Die a death of flames!)" I yelled. Thranduil shot a glare at me before leaping from his throne to place his face infront of mine. "Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin. I have faced the great serpents of the north." He said. I watched as he spoke his face revealed burns and scars, his left eye was a milky white color. Though as he drew away the scars disappeared. "I considered letting you go because of a promise Salacia the Silver made me." He said. I looked at him confused, "What promise would that be?" I asked. "Oh, a simple oath or repayment for releasing you and the others." He said. "What...would be the repayment?" I asked skeptical. "Oh. A repayment of her body, giving it to me." He said with a smug smile. My eyes widened and I was immediately enraged. "YOUR LYING!!!!!" I yelled. "Oh, you think so? Why don't you ask your great strong wizard. She is however beautiful, don't you agree?" He asked. "Of course I agree. However I know that Salacia is no whore and that she hates Mirkwood elves." I said. He frowned and turned away, "always trust the word of a wizard, especially the word of one...so powerful." He said. "What power does she withhold?" I asked, I demanded to know. Salacia was spoken so highly of and made such a fuss over to control. "You do not know of her strength?" He asked looking back at me. "She, has collapsed mountains with a snap of her fingers, not only slayed them with a dagger... but trained dragons with her mind. I have witnessed her disintegrate an army with a single blast of her powerful, a very powerful energy slowly through her veins. Salacia is without a doubt the most powerful being in Middle-Earth." He said. "Then why do people guard her so much if she is so powerful, and obviously capable of caring for herself?" I asked. "She can easily be taken over mind and body. The members of the white council place protection energy around her as much as possible...however she can easily succumb to darkness." He said before smirking at me. "If you think the hardships you have faced will ever match up to the internal terror and confusion Salacia goes through every day of her life. You are so dreadfully wrong." He said. "How do you know so much about her?" I asked. "Though she despises me, I have asked other and been told of her, given the information to protect my kingdom...just incase something happens." He said. He began to slowly walk back up the stairs to his throne. "I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he would not listen." He said. He suddenly made a gesture with his hand to his guards, who in suit grabbed me and began hauling me back to the dungeon. "You are just like him," Thranduil said. "Stay here if you will, and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I am patient. I can wait." He said as I struggled against the grip of the guards.

Salacia POV

I wandered aimlessly, I could feel him around me, however could not see or hear him. "Come on bilbo! I thought we where friends! I'm not going to hurt you and you know it!" I whispered. I stopped and leaned against the wall, hidden from sight. "You know hopefully you still have a sword and your not blacked out, if that is the case then your good as gold. As least your not in jail...I just realized I'm not ether." I said crossing my arms. "You know jail isn't for me...they portion control food and I don't really like that." I said kicking myself off the wall and walking once again. I rolled my eyes and decided the risk of being seen was alright. I placed my fingers in my mouth and blew a loud whistle. "BILBOOOO WHERE ARE YOUUUU!!!!" I yelled before I held my breath turning invisible. Suddenly I heard loud elvish yells and guards run past me. Some stopped and looking around, I felt my lungs begin to strain for air. Soon enough they ran on and k I let myself breath heavily. "Mahal, if I got paid for every bad decision that I made, I would be one rich bitch right now." I murmured to myself. I stopped speaking as I suddenly feeling a cooling sensation in my chest, much like the feeling of a cool mint paste you would put on a burn to sooth it. "Salacia..." I heard a female voice in my head, Lady Galadriel actually. "Y-yes my lady?" I thought back. "You disobeyed me." She said, I could hear the utter disappointment in her voice. "I'm sorry...I had to go back to Gandalf and the dwarves." I thought. "All is forgiven...however, you must go to Dol Guldur." She said. I froze, "Dol Guldur? Why?" I asked. "Gandalf, he is in danger. You must go and protect him...however, take care to protect yourself." She said. "Must I go now?" I asked. "Yes. Leave Mirkwood immediately, the dwarves will be fine." She said. I breathed, "yes my lady, as you wish." I said before I completely abandoned my mission to find Bilbo, searching for the nearest exit. "Oh, and Salacia." Lady Galadriel said. "Yes?" I asked. "You are freed from your promise to Gandalf, use your magic as you deem necessary." She said. I smiled, "as you wish!" I said sprinting down the nearest hall. As I ran I was spotted by two guards, before they could even speak I shot a spark of electricity into their bodies, not enough to kill, only to knock out. I looked at my hands. "I think...this is the first time in a long time I haven't had restrictions on my powers." I said to myself before leaping over the knocked out guards and carrying on to find an exits, worse comes to worse and I can't find one, I'll make one.