A War Not Yet Won {Thorin Oakenshield Sequel to My Heart My Mountain My King}

Chapter 17 - Trapped

I sharply looked behind me. The Defiler stood there, smirking. I ran to the bars.

"What are you trying to accomplish here?" I rasped. "You still don't have the Arkenstone!"

"Do you really think I am that ignorant?" he asked me. "I'm not a fool. There is no way you would give me the Arkenstone."

I clenched my teeth. "I will to get my family back."

He leaned in. "You have them back. Now you can rot with them."

"Oh, really?" I pulled the Arkenstone out of my satchel. Azog's eyes widened with lust for the object.

"Give it to me," he demanded.

I held it away from him and waved a finger. "Nah ah ahhh..." I teased. "Let us out of here, as well as all the other dwarves you've taken prisoner, then you can have it. Fair?"

"How do you know I won't kill you once you give it to me?"

"You tried that," I reminded. "It didn't work, remember?"

I heard Thorin groan from behind me. "Jaedda, don't..." he mumbled as the chains that were attached to him jingled. I turned my head around and glared at him, signifying for him to be quiet.

"Take my offer, Azog, you won't get a better one."

The Defiler's eyes wandered about, considering what I had told him. "I suppose an offer can be struck..." I let out a sigh of relief. "But, I'm going to need something more than the Arkenstone."

I sharply looked up. "What more could you want?"

An evil smirk tugged at his pale lips. "You must stay behind."

This caused all three of the dwarves behind me to protest, jingling the chains and moving their feet about aimlessly. Cringing at how horribly they had been beaten, I turned my head back towards Azog.

"Deal."

"No..." Thorin whispered. "No, Jaedda, no!"

I ran to him and cupped his face with my hands. "Yes, Thorin. It is for the good of your people. Our people. Please, just trust me on this." I planted a gentle kiss onto his lips before returning to the Defiler. "What now?"

He turned to the guards and shouted something in Black Speech that I did not understand. They sprang into action, releasing prisoners from their cells. The dwarves of Erebor ran for their lives away from the orcs.

Two orcs entered the cell I was in and released Kili, Fili and Thorin from their chains. Thorin almost fell to his feet, but I caught him in my arms. He looked up at me, weak.

"Take care of my brother," I requested. "And keep Kili and Fili out of mischief...please?" Tears brimmed both of our eyes as an Orc ripped Thorin from my arms.

They pinned me in Thorin's place to the chains hanging from the wall, cuffing them around my wrists. I felt like I was in the goblin caves again, only this time I was entrapped by creatures far worse than goblins, and I had no one to save me.

One of the orcs grabbed the "Arkenstone" off of the ground and handed it to Azog. His pale, blue eyes lit up as he admired the false jewel. Watching him admire something fake gave me some sense of satisfaction.

He tossed the jewel in his hand before handing it to one of the Orcs. "Put this above the throne where it belongs."

The Orc nodded and ran off towards the throne room. Azog turned his head towards me, his eyes glowing with malice.

"I'll be back later."

And with that, he disappeared, leaving me in the dark, wet dungeon.

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