Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 13 : I had changed

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

Horns of elves echoed in our ears. The company's ears. Though I was still lying on floor as the dwarves were bewildered into what just happened. The wargs that going to charge us from the passage turned to see the elves from Rivendell attack. Orcs hurtled of their Wargs. I needed to catch my breath. We hear orcs being slaughtered, cries of resilience and death upon them. I hear Yazneg let out a scream of loss. Serves him fucking right.

As i'm about to get up onto my feet, an orc rolls down the passage, violently. And it lands on me. Great. The stench was awful. It was dead. I never felt its heartbeat. If it ever had a heart. Merciless creatures.

"Get this bloody thing of me!" I command in a really annoyed tone.

Some dwarves snigger, as Thorin Oakenshield rolls the orc of me. Now I smell like orc. Gandalf lets out a wrinkled old hand to pull me up. In which I did, use his hand so I could back on feet. An arrow is pieced in the foul orc's neck. Thorin lifts the arrow from Gundard orc's neck. He gives it a frightening glare.

"Elves," The king remarks.

Bit offensive? He said it in an uncomfortable horrific tone as if I wasn't there. But I was though. Even though I had no socialisation with elves ; anymore, I can still be offended and feel insulted by his comment. I have every right too.

"I cannot see where the pathway leads," Dwalin makes comment. A useful comment, "Do we follow it or not?"

"Follow it of course," Bofur interrupts before anyone of the company could say a word. I would follow it.

"I think that would be wise," The grey wizard murmurs.

As the company follows Dwalin and Bofur in a seemingly long line. Gandalf turns to me. "I suppose you've figured out where we're going,"

"Of course, I know this passage like the back of my hand," I remark, furrowing my blonde brows.

"Really? Oh well, don't get too cocky," Gandalf obviously acknowledge my words and thought they were cocky.

I know this passage. A little too well for my liking

"I wasn't getting cocky," I say, disproving the wizards point. We begin walking down the passage, ever so slowly. My gaze turns in front of us and the dusty pathway ahead of us as well as beneath our feet, then to the wizard who raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Even though, I don't want to go back. I'm walking. Aren't I?" I retort back to the old fellow.

"It's a start," He muttered under his breath so I could only hear it. I huff.

We come to a dark charcoal cliff leg with a small stream-like waterfall pouring of it. That's where my attention was. Until I begin to look up and the elven roofs, and the water delicately flowing through the valley.

Rivendell.

Such a pretty place to be reckoned with. Wispy foam of the waterfalls galloping like gently gleaming white horses. I felt like I was at home. Rivendell is not my home. Thorin angrily stands up to Gandalf.

Looking very short.

"This was your plan along," He begins to accuse, "To seek refuge with our enemy."

"Here we go again," I murmured under my breath. No one heard it.

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield."

"You think the elves will give our quest their blessing?" Thorin demands. My gaze turns to Bilbo, "They will try to stop us."

"Of course they will, but we have question that need to be answer," Gandalf replies. Thorin knew he was right as his looked down and sighed in disappointment, "If this is to be successful this will need to be handled with tact. And respect which is why you will leave the talking to me," Gandalf explain

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We begin to walk, the wind of the falls containing a vortex of streams and river hence the name of Rivendell. A calm, luxuriant flowing piece of earth.

"Gandalf?" I say. The wizard looks back at me as if to say 'yes', "Shouldn't I do the talking?"

He hesitates. Why does he hesitates? "Cas, the last time you talk to an orc. You cut there head off."

I bit my lip in embarrassment, as well as turning around to see the company snickering soon after. My piercing eyes held fire. Like the fire the Smaug breathes through his nostrils. The dwarves stopped laughing. Were they afraid of me? Because I kill people?

"When was the last time your here?" Bilbo says to me as we were walking side by side.

"How do you if I've been here?" I question, smirking.

"Well...Erm... You're an elf, so wouldn't you have been here?" I think he was breaking a sweat. He stuttered a lot when a said the statement.

"I haven't been here for a long time. Its feel like a millennium," I say rather softly.

As we walked over the stone bridge, over a foamy river with rock consumed by it. I stand next to Gandalf as the dwarves being to talk amongst one another. Then a familiar elf walks down the stair with tar black hair and a dull violet, cranberry robe. Lindir. It had been a long time.

"Mithrandir," the elf calls. I cross my arms and lean on one leg.

"Lindir!" Gandalf greets back in such a happy and i'm-so-happy-to-see-you voice.

"We heard you crossed into the valley," Lindir says. He hasn't noticed me. Yet

"I must speak with Lord Elrond," Gandalf tone is suddenly serious.

"My Lord Elrond is not here," Lindir says.

"Not here? Where is he?" Gandalf questions.

It had been a long time. I had change, and the elf 'dwelling' with the wizard hadn't come to recognized me. Yet. Them another elvish horn echoes in our ears.  

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