The Fifteenth Member (Thorin Oakenshield/OFC)

Chapter 33

A/N: I have to go back to school tomorrow! *Snoopy wail* (kudos to all who got that reference). Anyway, I'm expecting my laptop back in like mid-September sometime. After that, depending on my workload, as I DO have four honors classes, the updates will be either every weekend or every other weekend but be assured that I am constantly writing in my spare time. I try to keep at least 1-2 chapters ready to upload in case of an emergency that prevents me from writing.  I also have to balance my time between this and the four other fanfictions I have going on.

Chapter 33

The two of us walked quickly through the halls of Erebor and back onto the battlefield. As I requested, the dwarves that were uninjured were carrying the dead bodies of fallen dwarves away. Dale was a battle field as well. People were lying dead in the streets. Women were mourning their lost family members and children their lost fathers. Paying no heed to them, Bard continued to lead me to the Great Hall, where those who were still alive lay on cots and blankets. I could not believe how much it stank. The smell of gore and death filled my nose and I resisted the urge to gag.

"Are you alright, Mereniver?" I waved him on without replying, not trusting my stomach to hold up if I opened my mouth. Bard stopped beside an older man with longish gray hair.

"Bard." The man croaked weakly, "You made it out."

"Be still, Percy. You will make it as well. Where's your injury."

"He was shot in the chest by an orc arrow, Lord Bard. Not enough to kill him instantly but there's nothing I can do for him, he's not going to last the night." A woman whispered the last part to us. I looked at Bard, who nodded.

"He has a family he must return to."

"Then I'm going to need a clean blade, it doesn't have to be big, just sharp."

"Wait here." Bard dashed off and returned a few moments later with an unused arrow in his hand.

"Will this suffice?"

"Yes." I took it and held my breath, steeling myself against the pain that I knew was coming and pressed the tip into the side of my hand. I bit my lip to keep from crying out but the damage was done. I squeaked in pain and held my hand above the wound. Blood collected on the nadir but didn't fall and Percy had started to look worried.

"What's she doing?"

"She's going to heal you."

"You two will need to hold him down because it's going to hurt and I can do nothing about the pain." Bard took a firm grip on his shoulders while the healer went for his legs. Both of them locked eyes with me when they were ready. I squeezed my hand into a fist, just enough to cause three drops to fall onto the wound. The effect was immediate. The wound began to steam and Percy began to squirm but he didn't make a sound. After a few moments, the steam had gone down and Percy's face relaxed.

"You can let him go now. The wound has been healed and there will be no scarring but he will need to take it easy for a couple days." Bard released him and made to lead me away but Percy stopped me, placing a cold hand on mine.

"Thank you. How did you do that?"

"Alfred may be a dirty rat but he wasn't lying when he called me a mermaid." The healer gasped and Percy's eyes went as big as dinner plates. Percy's hand dropped from mine. I simply bowed my head and allowed Bard to lead me away.

I healed another man, a woman, a teenager, and a small child. All of whom had been wounded in Smaug's attack and they all had the same reaction when I told them what I was. When the two of us finally left the Great Hall, the sun was beginning to set on the horizon.