Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 30 : Utter Turmoil

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

"What are saying?" I whisper in confusion. What was he saying? He speaking a different a language. What did he mean? What did he want?

"What happened, when I die?," He says. My mind is in turmoil.

Utter Turmoil.

I couldn't think back to that fiery night properly. The turmoil clogged the thoughts. How could I explain myself? Without unleashing any secrets? It would ruin me. I fought the creature of the night, lost my elven hair because of it.

"I...Fought...Azog,"

Every word poisons me; every word stabs me; every word kills me again and again until a lay a bloody pulp. Thorin knew I could fight on my own. I was bounty hunter. Still am. It will be a burden as many as scars. It will carry blood and fire and anguish where I go. Does the dwarf king care? If he truly cares about me, he wouldn't have a fit of rage. He wouldn't go out of his way to be angry at me. Does that mean I'm afraid of him? I'm afraid he bared and bottled?

My eyes dart to his pupils shrinking as it squinted and then his mouth which opened to speak that lavished words.

"That's why your hair's gone," He whispers back in a rather sad voice, "your beautiful elven hair."

I look at him blankly. What was he saying? He cared about my hair. That's not strange at all, especially since I know he doesn't like me. But now, things have change.

"That's why you bare this scar," Thorin explains.

I think I already know.

"It's nothing. Just leave it," I sacrificed. I do not need Thorin's attention. I do not need anyone's attention.

"It's not."

"Just leave it," My tongue hisses much like a snake. But we had to be quiet.

"Cas," The king's voice is soft

"I saved Bilbo's life. It was nothing."

"You did what?" The king begins to question. I roll my eyes discreetly. "You sound more like a hero, than a bounty hunter."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Thank you, Thorin Oakenshield" Was he saying that I was a bad person? That was now turning and having a change of heart. I don't think so. I'll show him how much of a bad bitch I can be. But, why the sudden change in attitude?

It bewildered my soul.

The dwarf king leans in. Slightly. I let him. I do not move. I can't control my muscles; I can't control what is not mine originally. Our eyes gazing and gazing into the endless fields of Erebor; where the grass was tall and the sky a cerulean blue, and ominous creatures could disrupt this beauty. I lean in further.

And kiss then dwarf on the forehead

"Thorin, son of Thrain, my loyal protector," I mutter in his dwarven ears. He protected me from evil. From the absurdness that was forged in the Goblin cave, and from the partnership of our souls that aided each other.

Pulling away from the dwarf's circle of space and turning over, onto to my side. Facing away from Thorin; facing away from the dwarf I just showed my affection. I had showed my affection. My affection. The most precious thing I had hold dear to my heart. But I lost it. Lost it in battle all those years ago. But this being- this king...had restored my affection for things. My love was restored. Thorin was a saviour. Things begin to close out of the great paintings, begin to go dark as my eyes drop to a close.

The end of a portal.

Then I was surrounded by darkness of an unconscious mind.

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