Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 14 : Submerged

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

My gaze is turned to the entrance who had just walked through. A long line of elven warriors cantering to their homes on horseback. There was one black as night horse. Yet the rest were like snow from the misty mountains. The dwarves huddled into a circle as I stood behind Gandalf. Was I perhaps concealing my identity? From Elrond? It had been years since we last spoke. The elves trotted around the small people of the company in a spiral pattern. Horses of the elves begin to go into a walk and steadily stop.

"Gandalf!" Elrond calls.

My breath is lost. Elrond dismounts his horse with his maroon cranberry elven armour.

"Lord Elrond," Gandalf says in relief, "My friend, where have you been?"

The wizard speaks in the elvish tongue, one that I can yet understand. After all I am an elf.

"We've been hunting a pack of orcs that came up from the South," The lord of Rivendell says in the elvish tongue, "We slew a number near the Hidden Pass."

Elrond and the wizard hug as a sign that they are happy to see one other.

"Strange for orcs to be so close to our borders. Something or someone has drawn them near," Elrond explains. Definitely wasn't us at all.

"That may have been us," Gandalf confesses. Waving his staff to the company of dwarves and a hobbit.

"Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain," Elrond greets to the King under the mountain.

"I do not believe we have met,"

"You have your Grandfather's bearing," Elrond starts to say but glances a womanly figure. That was my figure, "Casadon?"

I look up to the elven lord and as he strides closer. I feel like i look a little shock. It's a lot to engulf, when you see an old friend.

"Maybe it hasn't been a long time after all," I state.

"Indeed," He replies.

His height is increasing for an elf. Or maybe it's just me, who is one of the smallest elves in all the lands. I look like a teenager from the race of men. Our eyes are met and we stared into one another's eyes. The bodies were clamped together as he embraced me. I was startled at first. Bounty hunters don't hug, nor do they tend to hug back. But on this occasion ; since we're related, then i'll hug back. We stop hugging each other in a sign of a good-to-see-you-again and Elrond steps over to the company again. He speaks the elvish tongue in Sindarin. "Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests."

The dwarves do not understand Sindarin. Course they don't

"What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?" Gloin grips his weapon uneasily as do the other dwarves. Except the hobbit ; who is a hobbit.

"No, Master Gloin, he is offering you food," Gandalf says, that explain literally everything to the dwarves. Turning to one another, the dwarves discussed amongst one another about their further actions in Rivendell.

"Ah well, in that case, lead on," Gloin spoke.

Elrond turn to lead them on, towards his home. But instead he come over to me. I mean I was standing next to Gandalf, he mouth was close to my ear. Was he going to whisper something?

"I'll have the maids, run a bath," He says, rather quietly in my ear.

I had an urge to question him. "Why?"

My gaze is directly at his face and the wavering strands of hair that do not have in their hair. They are a soil brown from the depths of Dol Gurdur.

"Because you smell of orc."

Thought so.

"Yeah, no kidding," I say as he turns around to lead a cluster a dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard.

I was side by side with Lindir. He was gentle, had a gentle soul.

"I am sorry, Casadon for not recognizing you earlier," He begins to apologize. Why was he apologizing? "If i'd known it was you..."

"It's okay, that you didn't recognize me earlier," I cut him off, "But we've all changed, including those who have stayed."

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My head was submerged in cramped ; very cramped ocean. Though it wasn't an ocean. The water was fresh and not a insane salty flavour. White glistening walls that curved round to conceal my body from the outside world. Sometimes it felt good, to be alone. But i'm always alone. Alone in water. Like the drop of suicide ; these drops had a good purpose in their lives, but they will eventually die.

I resurface from being submerged, I have air. Consuming my lungs and then disappearing. It was like a circular motion in my body. The water had disappeared on some parts of my body ; one of life's mysteries. Cold creeps up my legs as they stick out of the ocean with walls. It feels like death.

After emerging from the cage of now cold and decrepit water, elven maids would seemingly runs over. I don't consider myself important for elven maids to be rushing over to me. They instantly insist on rubbing me dry. But i declare, i do it myself. For which the angered look on my face, frightened to maids and made them throw the towel, covering my breast as they scurried off. I begin to unfold my white like snow towel.

"You're not very good with people," A voice said, a low and hard voice with a lot of past.

I do an inward shiver of embarrassment. I'm naked. And someone is standing behind. There can probably see my ass. But the shiver fades and the tensions becomes familiar.

The King under the mountain.

Thorin Oakenshield.

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