Enigma | The Hobbit: Thorin Oakenshield |

Ch.27 - Deal

A/N: Could've been better I know sorry

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"Mira..." Balin trails off from behind me with uncertainty in his voice. For once, the intellectual Dwarf had nothing to say. The rest of the Dwarves fall into a heavy silence, looking down at our fallen King.

I clutch onto my head tightly, my hands shaking and tears still streaming down my cheeks. No one knew what to say, the shock and grief in the air was heavy and quite unsettling. I had not spoken a word since Thorin's death and none of them dared to come near me. As soon as they arrived, I was already a complete mess. When Bofur tried to comfort me, it only caused me to lash out and cry even more. I couldn't even bring myself to move away from Thorin's body. I didn't want to leave him.

A small sob chokes out of my throat and I've become completely exhausted. All this crying and screaming, has only intensified the pain radiating off my wounds. My body was on fire and everything was starting to become blurry. More blood has flowed down onto the ice, causing it to become a sickly red. It's not from Thorin's wounds but mine. I shake my head and scream out in agony, my voice raspy and throat burning intensely.

Someone suddenly grabs hold of my waist and I instantly jerk my body around when they pick me up. More cries escape my lips and the only pain I can really feel, is the one deep in my heart. The person holding me is stronger but my actions make them struggle to drag me away. I claw at their hands, desperately wanting to be reunited with my mate. They grunt and turn me around, not bothered by the fact I had just attacked them. Strong arms wrap around my body and they cradle my head gently into their chest, whispering words of reassurance. My tears escalate even more and I bury my face deep within my brothers chest, holding onto his armor tightly. He's on his knee so that our height difference isn't a problem and he's sheltering my exhausted body from any threats while doing his best to comfort me.

"It's ok, Mira. It's going to be ok." He whispers and I shake my head in denial, "the war is won. Erebor has been reclaimed. You need rest and require aid from healers."

I shake my head again in fear, "He's gone, Legolas." My voice is low and raspy like expected and cracks on occasion. "My mate is..." More sobs break out and it takes a lot just to hold up my body.

"Mira." Another voice says and I feel their hand grasp onto my shoulder, "Thorin wouldn't want you to die from grief." Tauriel whispers with a saddened tone, "Your father is still here... He and others are giving aid to those that need it. He'll want to know that you're alive and safe."

Legolas tightens his hold a bit but not enough to damage me any further. He and Tauriel must know the truth. Even if my physical body gets healed, my heart and soul will not. Skin-Changers only have one mate in their lifetime and I can't live without Thorin. At this rate, I don't even think I'll last a week without trying something myself.

"I'm dead either way," I choke out and slightly pull away to stare at Tauriel. Her eyes widen upon seeing my broken face and it looks like she's holding back tears. "I'll either die from my wounds or from this grief. My mate is dead and it hurts more than anything." My gaze shifts over to the Company and some make their way over to me, after paying their respects.

"Lass," Bofur frowns and keeps a hardened look on his face, "Thorin wouldn't have wanted ye to be like this."

I force myself out of Legolas's embrace and take a step forward. Jolts of pain shoot up from my legs and a sharp gasp escapes from my lips. They all reach forward to help me but back off when I growl lowly. I hiss and clutch my side tightly and limp over to Thorin's body. My legs instantly collapse upon reaching his side and all I can do is stare at his face. Despite all the blood, he's still a gorgeous man. A peaceful look is on his features, one that had been there since we kissed. My heart tightens and I reach out to hold his gloved hand.