Dance Of Darkness And Light

Chapter 19: Remember Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 19: Remember Thorin Oakenshield

The battle below them was fierce, so much so that Linshara felt every death on that field keenly. This required her to wall herself up mentally to be able to focus at the task before her. Thorin needed to be freed from the Sith's grasp, Erebor had to join the battle.

The dwarves had been shocked when Thorin ordered the stand down instead of.joining the battle. Rage, shock, disbelief and a tiny amount of relief coursed through her staunch friends. Now all of them, bar Thorin and Dwalin sat in the main armoury, waiting.

Kili paced restlessly, picking fights which Nori picked up with ease. Gloin and Dori were at eachother's throats whereas the others, bar Fili, Oin and Bofur cheered them on or tried to pull them apart.

Linshara sat on her knees at the other end of the room, seemingly meditating. She was focusing her mind and her mastery of the Force onto her task, task she would engage in once Dwalin returned.

"Lass, can't ye 'elp?" Bofur whispered to her as he stepped over.

The blonde opened her eyes slowly and looked over at the funny hatted dwarf, "have faith, my friend." She smiled.

He didn't, she could feel it but true to himself he smiled and nodded, ambling away. Before she could refocus she could feel Fili's concerned presence next to her. He mimicked her posture and tried to say something.

She looked over at him slowly, her green eyes softening as she caught the expression of his face. While serious, his eyes were soft, concerned, loving.

Lightly, he took one of her hands into his and squeezed gently. That act alone made her realize she had to explain.

"I feel everything that's going on outside, every death, every injury, the fear, the anger, the hate. It is hard to focus unless I detach myself." She whispered to him. "I will go see Thorin once Dwalin returns, do what I must do."

He put his other hand over their clasped ones and squeezed firmly, nodding. "Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Keep everyone here," Linshara replied in the same, hushed tones, "if I should fail, be ready to lead your people and join the battle."

A tight squeeze of her hand, "I will be ready." He whispered solemnly.

Linshara could feel his reluctance but also resolution. He was concerned they would not make it out if this battle alive should they go, but also determined to try. In a manner she'd come to understand was very dwarvish, he was concerned for her as well, as his kind was very protective of women, and he unabashedly considered her HIS woman.

"And the Sith?" He queried again.

Linshara sighed, "he is close, he is gripping and Thorin. The mountain somewhat shields him, but when he is at the gate he is vulnerable. If I manage to break Thorin from his grasp, he will be even more dangerous. A confrontation between us is inevitable until only one of us remains standing."

She knew in her heart her words were very dark, a very dangerous path to even consider, but there was no other choice, she knew. She had to eliminate him or he would ally himself with the great evil of this world and he would be all but unstoppable.

"Linshara," he leaned in closer, she could feel the full heat of him now and dearly wished they were alone, "I am not foolish enough to fervently believe that we will survive this. However, should we do so, will you consider becoming part of my family? Part of the Durin line? I know our courtship is barely in its infancy but I have come to know you since and I would consider no other even close to worthy."