Skin Changer : A Hobbit FanFiction (Discontinued)

Devious Thoughts

Ilma struggled against Legolas' grip, but he only held her tighter.

"Let me go!" She cried, well aware of the tears in her voice. "If I go now, I can catch up to them!"

"And do what?" Her brother replied harshly, jerking her away from the riverside. "Die on a fool's quest? Or live, only to watch your dwarf die instead?"

She pulled herself away, turning to glare tearfully at him. "Stop it! What purpose does this serve?"

He didn't reply, meeting her glare with one of his own, his chest heaving angrily. "You," he said lowly. "Are not of Rivendel. You don't have the blood of Man, nor can you shorten your life for a mortal lover. You are of the wood, and always will be."

Her tears finally spilled, running down her dirty cheeks. "I know that! I know that," she repeated quietly. "I know that."

Legolas sighed heavily. "Come home, sister. Father will welcome you."

He held his hand out to her, pale fingers encrusted with black blood. She stared at it, holding her hands to her chest. Her heart jerked against her ribs, and she looked forlornly over her shoulder. If she tried to run, her brother would stop her, and she'd have no chance of joining Thorin.

Oh, Thorin.

If she went without complaint, she'd be under less surveillance, and escape would prove easier. Slowly, she took her brother's hand, squeezing his fingers gently. He smiled with relief and wasted no time pulling her upriver. Tauriel was scowling as they passed her, her eyes trained staunchly on the riverbend where the dwarves had last been seen.

Well, perhaps Ilma would not be alone in her escape efforts.