Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 19 : First Light

Thorin Oakenshields P.O.V

There's a sound coming from Cas' room, a menacing scream, enough to put a child in a coma. What was going on with her? Does she just randomly scream in the middle of night all the time? Or is this just a one off? Her sword is on the bed, almost about to fall off. Her eyes are bulging out her skull. What happened? I need to know. Her hand is clenching her chest, where her heart is. Why is she doing that? The hand was moving, feeling the skin or the nightgown she was wearing in the area of where her heart was. Her head sharply turned to me and she was breathing considerably heavy.

"Cas, are you okay?" I asked in a concerned monotone. By her facial expression, my reaction to her screaming for some reason I did not was unexpected.

"I'm fine," She says, bluntly, turning her head to the face the draft cascading through the open doors of the balcony, "It was just a dream."

"Well, I'll see you at first light," I farewelled to her. If she was to continue on with this quest of ours. The company would see her at first light.

"Thorin?"

I stopped from exiting, and I turn. She going to ask me a question.

"Will you stay with me?" She questions.

We were not implying to have sex tonight.

I clambered in the bed the as gentle as possible she was on the left of the bed. Though that's the side I'd prefer to sleep on. Casadon is not hogging the blanket, it's more on my side than it is on hers. I turn to face, but I can only see her back. We were silent.

She has so many scars.

I guess there 'too personal' for me to know why she a collection of them.I touch one. She shivers like she flinch, like I just scared the living daylights out of her.

"We have to be by the mountain by Durin's Day," I say, informing of the new outcomes of the quest

"Durin's Day?" Cas cross-examined in a inquisition-like voice. It was like she had heard of it, but in the way, she hadn't

"The first day of the last moon of Autumn of the threshold of winter," I teached. She has every right to know what me and Elrond were consulting about. Cas is part the company.

"Where both the sun and the moon may be seen in the sky together," She says, in a disembodied voice. She knew what it meant. But how? Though I was curious on how she play the piano like she did, earlier in the evening.

When the last light was dying.

"Just tell me one thing," She turns to lay on her other side, facing me, as if to say 'I am listening', "How did you learn to play like that?"

She paused, hesitated, desisted -whatever she did, she did not want to talk about it.

"I taught myself."

Her answer was enough to go sleep on. I faced the ceiling, it was flawless, no cracks from the paint. It was pristine. I felt of sudden heaviness of two bricks, on my eyes, forcing them to flutter shut. The consumption of the darkness of the night sky; all weighed on my eyelids. Pressuring for me to go to sleep.

*

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

Snap!

First light was arising and as my eyes snapped open like a hawk, I could see the beams cascading over the floor through the balcony doors. Yet, I felt bounded to the bed. Last night was eventful, I'd had to say it could have gone worse. If Gandalf had gotten involved. From what my eyes could see; the mountain in the distance were a dark indigo cause by the sun's empire of glory, the ballet slipper pink floating like dust below the lilac and beyond that was the colour of of a purple eggplant. The vermillion is inferior. As is the butterscotch, but it's closer to the emperor.