Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 15 : Mountain Fields of Erebor

Thorin Oakenshield's P.O.V

"Would you prefer to have a conversation at dinner?" She interrogated, "When i'm not exposed?"

Her anger gives me a smirk. She was probably wondering why I invaded his private quarters here in Rivendell. Did you know, she had her own room and us dwarves did not. I find that very unfair for a bounty hunting scum. I am yet the King of Erebor. Though if Gandalf had told me she was an assassin then i would have killed her in Hobbiton. Assassins are more obsessed with death then they are with the reward they get at the end of every kill, whereas bounty hunter only care about money. They desire it so much, they would die for it. I'm worried of our arrival to Erebor. What if she steals everything i'm entitled to?

"Could you turn around?" She asks, gesturing her hand.

"Of course Milady," I say, in a sarcastic tone, turning ever so slowly to annoy the living the daylights out her. The only title she had was Casadon, she not lady, madame or your majesty. Casadon had wrapped the white towel that the elven maids had given her, around her slender body.

"Where are you here?" She questions, her head turning to face to see my position facing her. Then she slowly her body. Our height is impeccable, she's so much taller then me. But she's not as tall as the elves.

Her eyebrows are thick, and I can see every individual strand and above her emerald eyes. They were like the grass meadows surrounding the mountain fields of Erebor. They were pretty fields. Beautiful in fact. Her blonde hair was now a honey gold and was pushed back behind her shoulders. It was beginning to dry rather slowly, she had a lot of hair.

"You got a new sword in the troll hoard, didn't you?" I say.

"Yes, I did," She answers, "Is it because you know Elrond names the swords, so you desire what is called?"

"You speak my thoughts, Cas,"

Was it a bad idea to call her Cas?

She goes into the other room as I as was still leaning against the door frame. Whe she comes from the other room, she has a sword in her other hand. She throws it to me. It is not the sword she had found in the troll hoard.

"This is not the sword you found in the troll hoard?" I query.

"So what does that mean to you?" She says back. She obviously doesn't give a shit.

"Well, I just thought-"

"I have not been here in ages and I think I'd like to know what my original sword is named, Thorin Oakenshield."

Shouldn't have asked.

"Now please," The elf begins, "Go. Away!"

I walk out the room with my now founded sword and her old and tatty sword. Is she not attached to her new sword as I am to mine?

*

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

I huff. Men are so predictable. I go to my quarters to find a dress lying on the bed. There is no bloody way on this land am I wearing a dress. I'll go naked if I have too. An Elf maiden steps out of the shadows. Well, she ponders into the room, while still have a towel wrapped around my torso.

"Do you need assistance with the dress, Milady?" The maid asks, in the nicest voice possibly imagined. I don't get how maids such as her could put up with an idiotic pain in the ass like myself. She wouldn't help me if she knew what I was. But she most definitely would if she knew who I really was. Deep inside my heart; where all the secrets lie. Yet they are not forgotten.

And they never will be. They will stay, like an unavoidable irritation, but they will rise.

Her hair was a cedar brown, with the elven braid tying to one small ponytail from the strands of her above her sharp and alert ears. Her ears were exposed as were mine since I was bathed. Dull, slate-like eyes staring rather politely to mine bright, dazzling emerald green eyes. Do I need assistance with the dress? I hadn't even bloody seen it. From what I know, I haven't worn a dress in what feels like a age.

"I'll be fine," It was like I had to pluck enough courage and bravery to tell her 'no'. Why though? Was I secretly afraid? Was it because I had never wanted attention and I will never assume I will get some either. I would despite going back to my old life where maids would fuss and fuss. The elven maid left without a word being said from her kind mouth.

I turn on my heel and click my tongue as I am alone. Once again. My legs stride ever so slowly to the wear the dress was hung, from the back of the door of the bathing room. It was a paley peach peach bodysuit underneath yet the corset was over the top of the bodysuit, with it being the same colour and dress was over the top of it. Transparent. The sleeves had a butterfly effect to it; also transparent. But stunning golden patterns bedazzled my eyesight as it ran almost three quarters of the dress. The patterns were aligned in lines; reminder of the royal patterns of the race of men.

I felt unseemingly uncomfortable towards the factor of the dress yet comfortable in this surrounding. Why? Why did I feel particular about this environment? Was I at home? No, home is further away. Not here.

I may have relations here. But this is not my home.

*

Helloooooo! 

This chapter took me ten days to write even though it was the half term and I was watching 'The Muskateers' (highly recommend you watch the show!) Also I changed the cover of this story again for the trillionth time. I know i'm an indecive bitch. :) 

For those that are reading 'Working for the Light' I'll you know that planning has started and by that I mean in my head :) Hope you like this small moment between Thorin and Cas!

Bye MOTHER FLUFFERS (Something a little different)