The Half-Blood (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Trapped in a cage

Rose turned around and began to walk away. Her shoulder began to ache and her eyes were narrow. She clenched her fist, walking into a empty and dark corridor. She leaned against the wall, staring at the opposing stone wall. The indistinct whispers of voices echoed through the hallway, but Rose ignored them.

Rose heard the voice of Fili. "I'm going over the wall! Who's coming with me?" He said. The others began to agree, but the sound of Thorin's voiced interrupted them. "Stand down!" "Are we to do nothing?" Fili said. "I said STAND DOWN!" Thorin growled. Rose grabbed the shaft of the arrow and yanked it. The point of the arrow ripped through her skin and Rose gritted her teeth, the process painful and agonizing. She gripped onto her shoulder, bending over. She breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath. Rose was in terrible pain; her head ached, her shoulder throbbed, and she was exhausted. 

For hours, Rose stood in the darkness.  Rose heard the faint sounds of battle horns, roars, and the clashing of swords. She wanted to fight out there; she really did. But she could not. She was weak, injured, and if she left, Thorin would not let her back into Erebor. Rose sat up glumly, but a sound make her ears perk up a it. The sound of Dwalin's voice. She began to walk towards the sound, and she quietly walked up a flight of stairs. She found herself looking into the throne room. Dwalin was facing Thorin, and they were standing near the throne. "Since when do we forsake our own people?" Dwalin said. "Thorin, they are dying out there." "There are halls beneath halls within this mountain - places we can fortify." Thorin answered gruffly. Dwalin stared at the Dwarven king, his eyes full of disappointment and anger. "Shore up, make safe. Yes..." Thorin muttered. "...Yes - that is it. We must move the gold further underground - to safety!" Thorn began to walk away. 

"Did you not hear me?! Dain is surrounded!" Dwalin called out. "They're being slaughtered, Thorin." "Many die in war. Life is cheap." Thorin said, a crazy tone in his voice. "But a treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost. It is worth all the blood we can spend!" Rose looked away, Thorin was not himself anymore. He is a different person; a greedy, careless dwarf. "You sit here in these vast halls, with a crown upon your head, and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been." Dwalin said sadly. "Do not speak to me as if I was some lowly dwarf lord..." Thorin murmured angrily; he was clearly out of his mind. "As-As if I were still...Thorin...Oakenshield." He stuttered. He spun around, facing Dwalin. "I AM YOUR KING!" He bellowed, pulling out his sword. He stumbled a bit, showing how corrupted and overtaken his mind was. Rose took a step forward, but she hesitated. If she went down there, Thorin would hurt her even more. So she stood there and watched.

"You were always my king. You used to know that once." Dwalin said, bowing his head sadly. "You cannot see that you have become." He said, looking into Thorin's eyes. "Go! Get out..." Thorin yelled. "B-Before I kill you." After a short while of staring at Thorin, Dwalin turned and walked away.

Rose turned, but she flinched as her boot stepped on a golden coin. She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard Thorin stop moving. "Who's there?" Rose froze. Should she run? "SPEAK!" Thorin shouted. Rose turned around and walked out into the open. "It's Rose." She said, narrowing her eyes. "Your people are out there, fighting. Dying. We must go out there." She said glumly. She tried to show no emotion, although she was afraid that Thorin would do something. Hurt her. Even kill her. Thorin turned his head. "Why should I listen to some...some Elvish garbage?" Rose took a step back, furrowing her eyebrows. "Stop! You are out of your mind. Come back. Where is the Thorin that I once knew? You're soul; it is lost." She said angrily, glaring into Thorin's dark, greedy eyes. The dwarf looked at Rose. Thorin suddenly began to walk towards Rose. "Do not speak to me of loss!" He yelled. Rose stepped back, and stood up. She watched as he stopped right in front of her. Rose felt her eyes begin to sting. "Thorin, why do you hate elves? Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to make you like this?!" She yelled. Thorin stared at her, shaking his head and chuckling. "What--What did you do?" He laughed slightly. "You...you were born. That is what you did." Rose froze and her lips parted. She looked to the ground, then back to Thorin. "Excuse...me?" She spat through her teeth. She leaned down and shoved her finger into the dwarf's chest. "You...you...bastard!" She yelled. Thorin shoved her hand away from his chest. "Do not speak to a KING like that!" He shouted. Thorin rose his hand over his head, wanting to smack her across the face.

Rose flinched terribly. When Thorin pulled his hand up, Rose jumped back, falling to her hands and feet. She covered her head, trembling. Thorin stared at her and brought his hand back to his side. Rose breathed heavily, her chest moving up and down quickly. Her eyes were closed, and she was afraid that Thorin would begin to beat her. Thorin paused, and looked at his hand. Is this what he had become? Rose got up and looked at Thorin. She then turned and ran away, quiet tears falling down her cheeks. Rose stormed off, walking through one of the corridors of Erebor. Rose walked as far away from the throne room as possible. She walked into a random room and sat down, leaning against the wall. She held her head in her hands, fighting back tears of fear, anger, and sadness. Rose ran her fingers through her hair. She sighed in frustration and anger. 

After about half an hour, Rose's adrenaline kicked back. She began to hit and slap the wall. She eyed a pot on a table. She grabbed it and threw it at the stone wall. She picked up a shard of the pot and crushed it in her hand. Rose fell back onto her knees and stared at the palm of her hand. It began to bleed, and Rose began to cry. She grabbed a handful of shards of clay and threw them at the wall. The door swung open, and Rose threw one of her daggers at the door. It barely missed Thorin's head, lodging itself into the wooden door frame. The dwarf stared at Rose, who wept into her bloody hands. She hid her head in her arms, curling up into a ball. She heard the soft footsteps of the dwarf approach her, and Rose winced when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Rose looked up with tears still falling down her face. She opened her mouth, but then Thorin grabbed the back of her neck and leaned in, closing the space between their lips.