lost in the fire

mirkwood

A/N: Cameron is visited often by Thranduil... and plays chess?

"She's obviously too injured to be travelling around, not that these insolent dwarves would realize that." I wake up to a certain King's sneer, confusing me. Why was King Thranduil in my room?

"She got hurt pretty badly. Any normal human would've died from her injuries, but she didn't. It's a miracle, honestly." A different, unknown voice answers him. Perhaps he was the healer Tauriel had told me about.

"How long ago do you guess it happened?" The King asks, trying to keep his voice down.

"Very recently, barely two weeks ago I think. Something else has made her better. I've never seen anything like it before." The healer muses.

I open my eyes.

"You're awake, good. You may leave us for now." I now see Thranduil, his icy blue eyes set on me as he waves off the elf that looked indeed as if he was a healer.

"How are you feeling?" He asks once the elf leaves, walking over to sit in a chair next to my bed. I move to sit up myself, pulling a face at the all too familiar pain in my back.

"I'm okay." I answer, which is an obvious lie. Despite me being upset over the fact that I wasn't with my friends, a night of sleeping in an actual bed helped my back a lot. I doubted they were given the same luxury.

"Really? With that injury?" He asks suspiciously, clearly not buying it.

"It's not that bad." I argue softly, shrugging.

"The medic took a look at your back while you were sleeping. He told me you have an injury inflicted by an orc's sword. What's that about?" I almost roll my eyes at his questioning.

"As I told you before, the orcs took us by surprise. I merely tried to defend our merch and my friends." I state slowly. Maybe now it would get into that thick skull of his. I wasn't a snitch.

"You're still a terrible liar. Do you realize that I could throw you back with the others for this?" he asks, obviously threatening me.

"I would not mind being reunited with my friends. I'm telling you what I know." I state, staring back at him. He sighs at that.

"Why are you here?" I ask after a moment, still not sure as to why he was doing this for me.

"You were injured. I might seem cruel, but I would never refuse to help the injured." He states, and I think back of why Thorin hates him so much, of how he refused to aid the dwarves. I barely refrain from telling him just that.

"Thank you." I grit out instead, swallowing down my words. Sometimes, I'd learned, it was easier to tell people what they wanted to hear. He remains silent for a moment, simply staring at me.

"What is your name?" He then asks, surprising me. I didn't expect him to care about such things.

"Cameron." I state, glancing over at him.

"It was interesting to meet you, Cameron. I suggest you get some more rest. My healer will check up on you every once in a while. If you need something, feel free to ask for it." His Royal Handsomeness states, surprisingly kind, and it confuses me. I nod at him, however, and before I know it he stands up and leaves the room.

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Getting some more rest was getting super boring. I did manage to get some sleep, but I dreamt of goblins and Azog and spiders killing my friends and Thorin, and when I woke up I only worried more for them, not knowing what they were doing right now. Probably not much, considering we were all prisoners, but still. I wanted to be with them. Occasionally, the healer would come in to check up on me, but he didn't say much, except for musing about how quickly I was healing and how it was not normal, which annoyed me immensely. I was almost beginning to hope King Thranduil would visit me! Anyone was better than this silence.