Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 17 : Take Flight

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

Night was upon us all. Every species that walked Middle Earth. I was standing in my quarters, out on the balcony. The curled and spiralled patterns came to a stop above my waist. They intertwined elegantly like a parade of ballerinas. Torches are burning through the stone paths throughout this safe haven. My eyes wandered over the near distance. The moon is full tonight. Thorin, asked me to go with him when Elrond was reading the moon runes of Thorin's map. I denied. Which obviously I shouldn't have.

I feel alone.

I turned and walk into my quarters, descrying at the snowflake glistening bed sheets and the four posted bed. Harnil is position on the white sheets. A piano is positioned in the corner, near the bathing room. I saw it before but wasn't intrigued then as I was before. Urging to sit on the stool and waving my fingers on the ivory keys.

Positioning myself on the cedar wooden stool, raising my hands. Would I still remember? Would I still remember how to play? It's been so long. Since I played, majestically. I believe the first note of the song i desire to endure in sound is 'G'. Just a normal 'G'. Not flat. Nor sharp. I remember where every key and every note that is placed. Which I consider strange. My feet are ready, to gently push down on the three pedals, my left hand ready to play the bass line and my right preparing to play the melody. A smooth, soft sound swifty escaped the piano as my third finger presses the key.

The bass line has a considerably amount of more notes than the melody. Suddenly the notes become half notes with individual rests in between them. Then becoming quarter notes within the melody. The sound is flowing right through me, through my veins, through my heart. I begin to shut my eyes shut, and let my fingers glide across the elegant instruments. The sound becomes more intense as my fingers begin to run like a thousand gazelles. The tempo is fast. My heart begins to beat in time with the music. Forte was beginning to increase.

Then I feel something on my shoulder. A hand preferably.

"It's beautiful," A voice remarked over my shoulder.

I recognize it immediately.

I pressed every single key that my fingers were touching, down. It made a loud, tremendous sound. My heart was thumping out of my chest. It was Thorin. Why would he intrude, in my quarters?

And he ruined my playing

I lift my fingers of the piano. "What are you doing here?"

By now his hand is of my shoulder, and he was walking near the door frame, which would lead him to the balcony. Feeling his beard with his right hand and his right arm resting above his left. He still has time to answer my question. Cause I have all night.

"I could hear the angels playing, a few halls down. So I followed its perfect sound," Thorin seeked. He called my playing 'angels'. I feel light-headed. Never in my life has someone said that to me. Why is he complimenting me? When we first met, I got the impression that he hated me. Like he wanted to slice my stomach open and hang me by my intestines.

"Tell me, Milady Erik, how to learn to play like that?" He asks, turning around to face. To which I am still gazing at the piano. Deep in my thoughts. I spin around on the piano stool to face him. He staring at me.

"I believe that is none of your business, your Majesty," I replied, gazing at piano keys, once more.

"Your were put in a room with piano, for a reason, Cas," He begins to argues.

I feel intrigued.

I stand, from the piano stool, pondering over at the balcony. I'm standing before the wooden railings.

"If you seek the answer, I suggest you consult it with Elrond," I forenamed, to the King under the Mountain, trying desperately not to impel an quarrel. He had no right to invade my private life. After all, I'm only here for my share.

"Well at least tell me how you come by Harnil?" Thorin craved. He'd been thinking about all night. It was on his mind, and it wouldn't been easy for him to let go. But the way he said the name of my tipped blade. That sword means a bloody lot to me.

"I don't know," I hesitated. What? That is an answer you do not want to speak, when specifically asked this question.

"Yes, you do."

His words made a cold demon, scratch its way up and down my back. Didn't help that I was wearing a dress. Instead of staring out into the open, and night's only light of the moon holding certain promises. I slowly move my eyes, then my head, then my body. He's looking at me, he's staring at me in fact. Why? Is there something on my face? Maybe X marks the spot. As if he's staring at me in a particular way, eyes meeting and exchanging an unforgotten look.

"I'm entitled to my own secrets, Thorin," I said in a smoky voice, sounding not at all mysterious.

"Yes, but is too many secrets an infestation, a disease? I know you hold a lot of secrets, but the truth with hunt you down, sooner than later," He explained. Those last words. What is he trying to do? What will achieve?

"Everyone holds enough secrets to survive," I point out, trying to disprove his explanation. What was going on in our words? Why is he even here? I know he me playing but that doesn't make an excuse. Did he just come he to say I have a lot of secrets? I bloody do. But it's not of his business, either. There seem to be a long pause, between us.

"You may be brave on the outside, and even act like but you're are weak and dying on the inside," He began, in his hoarse voice, "I've your kind before, they don't last one sec-"

"Get out" I firmly interrupt the King. I was disgusted. I felt like I was going to cry. Had our conversation really turned into this? Madness?

He stood there, eyeing me whilst my eyes begin to shred rivers of water. I wanted to take flight and leave this god forsaken place.

"You have no idea, what i've been through to be here," I say, feeling like I should have been crying. Full on tears streaming from my sockets. My voice should have been sounding like whiny child and the string of drool should have been visible. But no. The past has toughen me up. I'm not afraid of nothing. And I have not shed a tear since.

Thorin walks out my quarters, slamming the door. It makes me flinch. Enough for my skin to become an extra layer. But not on my body. I look back at the night. Did they uncover the map? Is that why Thorin came to my quarters? To tell me what was scribed on the map?

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Hello!

So I have FINALLY finished school and I won't be back there until like middle of september! So i can bloody write this fanfic :) . thank you for all the reads (last time I check we had 352 and now we 421; How!?) And I know it this part of the story seems of bit off, but I tried my best with it and I will be editing it after all. This chapter also features one of Lindsey Stirling fabulous songs, covered on the piano and I was well and truly insired by Sarah J. Maas' : Throne of Glass

Bye MOTHER-FRAZIER'S!