Winged Love (*Discontinued*)

Chapter 9

((Published - 10/10/16))

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit or any media that I use in this story. I only own my OC, Edin, and all deviations from the original plot of the Hobbit.

~Dinner and a Show~

I woke up to the sound of voices. My body felt sore and stiff. I tried to remember what I had done to feel this way. It took a few minutes, but it all came back to me. The trolls, my wings, the chase, the arrow, and arriving in Rivendell. The last thing I remember is Dwalin carrying me towards the healing room and Thorin's worried expression.

I open my eyes slowly, almost being blinded by the light coming into the room. The sun was setting, casting an orange hue over the room.

I tried to sit up, keyword being tried. I didn't get very far when someone push me back down. Looking up, I see Elrond giving me a disapproving look.

"I would not recommend sitting up in your condition. It could reopen your wounds." He said sternly.

I huffed and did as he said. "How are my wings?" I asked, trying to keep the worry from my voice. I apparently did not succeed.

"Do not worry, Edin. They are fine. You should be able to use them in a weeks time." Elrond reassured me. "Rest a little before heading to your room to prepare for dinner. Now If you will excuse me, I must see to the preparations of the feast." He said before he left the room.

It was then that I noticed that I was in one of the healing rooms, and I was not alone. Thorin was standing in the corner of the room. He must have replaced Dwalin while I was unconscious. I thought it was sweet of him to check on my well-being. However, knowing him, he would just tell me that it was his duty as the leader of the company.

He just stood there, not saying anything. We just sat/stood in awkward silence until it became unbearable.

"So..." I said, filling the silence.

Thorin cut me off from saying anything else. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?" he said sternly. I remained silent.

"You put yourself in unnecessary danger on that field. I do not know what i would have done had you been killed." He said as he walked over to where I sat on the bed.

"Promise me that you will not put yourself in harms way like that again, amralime." Thorin said, putting his had on my cheek.

I was in shock. From all of my travels across Middle Earth, I picked up some of the dwarves secret language. I knew what he had called me. He called me his love. Dwarves only have one love. I was speechless. I knew we were connected from the moment our eyes met at Bilbo's house, but I did not realize what it was at the time. I was blind to my feelings. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I loved him. He was my Chosen, which is what Faeries call their soulmates.

"I cannot promise that." I said truthfully.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because I must protect the one I love at all costs." I replied vaguely.

"Oh, and who might that be?" Thorin asked with a dulled look in his eyes. I could see that he thought I meant someone else.

"It's you, Thorin. You are my Chosen. I did not realize it until now, but you are the one my heart has chosen to connect with. From the moment I saw you, I knew. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I love you." I told him, looking into his eyes. I watched as the dullness left and was replaced by pure love and happiness.