To Astrolaterr - for reading my story at 2am
**** please read note at the end****
Blearily her eyes opened, the light in the room making her groan and squint until her eyes were adjusted to the brightness. As blurry memories from the fights flashed through her mind her eyes sprung open again and she tried to get out of the soft bed, her whole body fighting against the wariness she felt in every limb.
"My king, she's awake!"
Fighting again to get up she realized that it wasn't only her tired and beaten body was keeping her chained to the mattress, but thick chains that were wrapped around her arms, legs, chest and hips.
"Calm yourself. Show some restraint."
Her head whipped around until her eyes settled on the elven king. Though Thranduíl still had the cold gleam in his eyes, there was also something else there. It took her some time to realize it was worry. But worry for who? She swallowed the question that was at the tip of her tongue and settled for something else:
"Why am I chained down?"
"You lost control."
He didn't say more than that, only looked at her for a couple of seconds before he started pacing back and front at the end of her bed.
"Thorín?"
"Dead."
She gulped some much-needed air into her lungs but stayed calm, sadness tearing her heart apart bit by bit.
"Kíli and Fíli?"
"Dead."
He uttered it without as much as an ounce of sadness or compassion in his voice, and she could feel her lower lip tremble as she took in the information and readied herself for the next question:
"Where-" she had to stop and collect herself and find her words, "where is Legolas?"
Thranduíl's sharp eyes met hers again, and the worry that had been slightly veiled earlier was suddenly clear as day in his eyes.
"W-What happened? Is he dead?! I- He- He can't-"
"Arya!" Thranduíl's voice boomed across the room and silenced her completely, but she couldn't stop the shaking of her body, the control she possessed slowly leaving her body.
"Legolas is alive."
"But not ok." It was a statement, not a question.
"He's hurt, and our healers are trying their best."
Arya's eyebrows furrowed, and she once again struggled against the heavy chains that were draped over her body; "well what are you waiting for?! Release me and let me heal him!"
"Arya." Thranduíl's voice was clipped and his gaze stern as he narrowed his eyes at her, "you were the one who hurt him."
The words she wanted to yell at him seemed to be lost somewhere in her muddled brain. "I...N-no... Legolas."
A guard came into the room and spared her a side-glance before he walked over to the king, softly whispering something into his ear. Thranduíl's face morphed into something between fear and sorrow. Arya once again fought against her restraints, her whole body seizing up in blinding panic. Looking at, but not really seeing Thranduíl and the guard anymore her body arched against the chains, making the bed-frame groan underneath the pressure. The chains suddenly snapped and she shot up from the bed in less then a second, her by now orange eyes with slitted pupils zooming in on Thranduíl and the guard.
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The Darkling(Legolas/The Hobbit) Book 1 ✔️
Fanfiction"You talk too much elf-boy," Arya muttered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done due to the pain of her injuries. Legolas scrunched up his nose in disdain of the nickname, but a smile soon found his way onto his face. ...