What Once Was Lost {Hobbit Fanfic} Book 1

Nàmhaid (Enemy)

Recap (Last Time with Thorin and Co) -
(Chapter 14, Niart Aigney (Inner Strength)

Legolas walked over to a red-headed Elleth and asked in Sindarin (Elvish) "Are the spiders dead?"

'I'm kinda getting tired of hearing many languages... Note to self, Ask Gandalf about this.' "Yes, but more will come." The red-head replied.

He looked curious at that reply.

I looked to my right and saw an Ellon still removing daggers from Fili. "Geez, Fili. How many do you have?" I asked. He smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know?" I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "They're growing bolder." The Elleth continued. 'So the Elven convo' is still goin', eh?'

Blondie walked up to Adad and examined his Sword, Orcrist. "This is an ancient Elvish blade. Forged by my kin." He had the guts to ask him where he got it. "It was given to me." I stepped in-between the two when he pointed the sword at Adad. "Not just a thief, but a liar as well." I glared. "No, Blondie. He is not! Gandalf gave him that sword." Blondie paused "Really? Did he give you that ring, also?" Orders were then given out by Blondie to take us somewhere, where he didn't say.

"Thorin, we're missing three!" Bofur whispered.

Thorin looked around frantically.

"Oh no..." I whispered.

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* Apostrophe ' in italics 'are thoughts'
* Also, there will be bold lettering when you see it, it's Sindarin - a form of Elvish. And Dwarvish also!
* There's a Vision in this chap, also.

Enjoy!
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---- Back to Thorin and Co. ----

The Elves pushed us into a single file, our hands bound. Adad in front of me, 'Thank Aulë' Balin was still behind me too, which I was thankful for. Behind him were Gloin, Bifur, Nori, Bofur.. I couldn't see beyond that. The blond Ellon and red headed Elleth bringing up the back. I assumed. I looked behind me once again as I heard him shout *Close the gate!* then they slammed shut behind us. I looked around. 'I gotta admit, this place is pretty nice..' In a way, it reminded me of Erebor. With the walkways - they didn't have railings. And were far too high off the ground for my liking. But everything was brown and made of wood. All the same color.

We were being led forward towards the dungeons.

On our way I got a glimpse of King Thranduil I've heard rumors about him, how he's stony, un-caring, greedy. And exactly in that moment what Gandalf told me earlier ran through my head how I remembered it all, I have no idea.

"Arietta. I need you to look after the Dwarves and Bilbo. This is not the forest you traveled through 60 years ago. I have something I must do. If you happen to run into King Thranduil, you must not let him know what or who you are."

I got shoved into a cell 'No special treatment, I see.'

I yelled "òinid!" To the Ellon that shoved me in. Which, in Westron would translate to *fool!*

Some of the other Dwarves were shouting things like:

"Hey, let us out of here!"

"Get off me!"

Several of them started to bang against the bars, trying to get out. I sighed, plopping down against the damp wall.

"Leave it!" I heard Balin shout several feet away "There's no way out! This is no Orc Dungeon. These are the halls of the Woodland Realm. No one leaves here but by the Kings consent."