The air was laden with heat. The sky was shining brightly. The stars were dancing around the moon above the peaceful kingdom of Lothlórien. The elves were already fast asleep as Irmo ruled over their dreams. The light that lit the majestic trees was...
A/N: Hi everyone! Hi hope that you will like this Chapter of Fallen Stars! I can't believe that I'm reaching the end of the first movie!! I really can't believe it!
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Chapter 9: We all hate goodbyes
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"Thorin, wait!" Elen shouted as she tried to catch up but the dwarf was already pacing angrily at the end of the hallway. "Please, Thorin!" She called out but a strangled groan of pain left her lips.
The elleth brought her left hand to her abdomen, the wounds from the orcs' arrows were still painful. Elen leaned against the wall and she tried to breathe in order to soothe the pain away. Her quiet groan caught Thorin's attention and he turned around after a while, feeling even more angry as he saw the poor elleth in pain. Thorin rushed back in her direction and stopped before her.
"Elen..." He breathed out, reaching his right hand to cup her cheek. The elleth jumped at the sudden touch and opened her eyes. "Are you alright?" Thorin asked, his eyes looking scared and worried.
"Yes, don't worry. It's just a bit sensitive that's all." She said, a soft smile appearing on her lips as she relished in the feeling of his warm skin on hers. Thorin's eyes observed her for a while, as if he was trying to see if she was telling the truth or no.
"You don't know how sorry I am. You are in pain because of me." Thorin whispered, his eyes turning dark with guilt. Elen shook her head and softly took hold of his hands.
"Thorin, none of this is your fault. I acted on my own will, you know it." The dwarf king looked down and the elleth sighed, one of her hand slowly moving to cup his cheek. Thorin's eyes shot up at the contact of her skin on his beard. Little shock of electricity ran down his spine as he felt the tip of her fingers caress his cheek. Elen had to try hard not to blush, she knew how important hair and beards were to dwarves but she simply couldn't help it. Little flashes of their almost kiss by the fountain came back in her mind and her heart started to beat fast and hard against her chest.
"Elen..." Thorin breathed out, his voice hoarse and filled with love. Elen blinked several times as Thorin's gaze shifted down once again. "Lord Elrond is right... Who knows what could happen if we reach the mountain. I might not resist the Dragon Sickness and become like my grandfather. I might hurt you or the others..." He whispered, his voice breaking at the end. Elen observed his face in awe, she never thought that he would let her see that vulnerable side of him.
