"Bind their hands! Cover their eyes!" Legolas commands the guards.
Fehlina's quick to take care of Thorin. She doesn't tie the rope so tight around his wrists, and puts her hand gently on his shoulder, moving him towards the gate of the elvish realm.
Thorin sighs. He knows Fehlina has to obey Legolas, but he's hoping against hope that she'll help them escape.
The dwarves are thrown into the dungeons, but Thorin's taken to stand before the king.
Fehlina follows him to king Thranduil's throne, and then she has to leave.
Thorin and Fehlina haven't had a chance to talk yet, as they're being watched, and Legolas's paying extra attention to them.
Fehlina's really curious about what's being said between the two kings.
When she got back from her journey, she was anxious to learn more about the lover she took in Bree, and found out that Thorin's the son of Thrain, son of Thror, The Last King under the Mountain. She learned that the dwarves were once robbed of their gold and home, Erebor, by the dragon Smaug, the words to Misty Mountain now making sense to her, as she sat there in the dark reading, Thorin's deep voice sounding in her memory.
She wonders where Thorin and his company are heading, and what they're up to.
They can't possibly be heading for The Lonely Mountain?
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Unexpected Love
FanfictionA story about dwarf lord Thorin Oakenshield and an elf from Mirkwood called Fehlina. Size and background doesn't matter, all is fair in love and war. PS! I do not own the cover photo! Credit to owner Rodrigo Gonzáles T.
