Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 34 : Under the Current

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

My breath drew as my heart pounds in my ribcage. I look back at the King, his Prince and his Captain. Seconds becoming minutes as I only had a few to decide whether I could leave and get my riches or stay. For I knew where that was whistle was blown -the company treating me like a horse.

Adrenaline coursed through my forsaken blood, as I begin to run from the throne room. Yet, my mind was somewhat frantic was unwanted thoughts:

"What if I don't escape? Then I will be charged with treason and executed."

My hair wavering behind me against a man-made wind, I forged. Breath is quickened by each step, trying to appease my need for air. By the time, I had located the whistle -a large room with two passed out elves, shelves of glorious wine and a trapdoor, where a hobbit stood confused.

Drunken whores.

Wait. Bilbo. He hadn't been captured by the elves. So where was he. The Ring. He had The One Ring. That's how the dwarves are escaping.

"Bilbo," I whisper, my voice gentle and soft. He turns around and looks rather surprise. I'd left the company -he didn't know that I'd come back, "Where are the dwarves?"

Bilbo gestured to the trapdoor. The dwarves had escaped in barrels. I walk around the trapdoor; my weight will cause it too open again.

"I'm glad you're okay Casadon," Bilbo says.

I pause. He wasn't there when Legolas said that name. He didn't emphasis it like Thorin had.

"Me too," I gave a gentle smile back at him.

The dwarves were under this trapdoor, meaning that me and Bilbo had to slide down it to be with them. I press when foot over half on the trapdoor.

"Cas, what are you doing?" Bilbo's faint cries our block out by my concentration.

Then I press my other foot down and the trapdoor springs up. Both of us slide down into the water. For the coldness stuck to my clothing. Made my hair like a slithering serpent. I resurface, making a dramatic gasp for air, it was all sucked out of my lungs. A blurred vision of dwarves is now in my perspective, all are in barrels. Bilbo also resurfaces, gasping for wanted air. I begin to paddle towards the Dwarves.

"Cas?" Nori says, surprised.

Before I answer back, a mouthful of water invades my mouth and I begin to cough unwantedly. But I grab Bilbo's velvet sleeve and pull him towards Nori and pull him up, to hold onto the barrel.

"Where's Thorin?" I ask.

Time was running out. Then, the Dwarves around Nori started to notice my presence. I wasn't dead, and I needed to lie to save my skin. How would I explain to them that Thranduil didn't want me executed? I'd be better off dead.

Ripples of light and still water begin to surround me, as I'm trying to paddle towards Thorin -who happens to be leading the company. My grasp is met onto his barrel and his facial expression seemed rather surprise that I was alive and not in my grave.

"Come on, let's go," He calls, using his Dwarven hands to paddle his way through the current.

I was half-drowned and I could see Elves, rushing to prevent our escape. The company emerge from the shadows; into the sunlight; and under the current. For my gaze was too attracted to the Elves movements.

"Hold on!" Thorin yells. My attention was grabbed, I was not ready to plunge into darkness.

And I forgot, to hold my breath.

First to plunge down the rapids to only be rescued by the raging river. Mighty and strong and possessed a lot of power. For the water was stinging my eyes, blurring it to its desire, fulling my water with it's food.

All of us were floating away.

"Shut the gate!" Legolas commands in Sindarin, my eyes twitching to his content. We wouldn't escape.

I would be executed this time, for running away again.

To my ears, an elves blow a horns, we were so close to the gate, only a few would escape if we got they in time. One of the heavily-armed Elves pulls a lever and the it caused the heavy sluice gate to go to a close.

"No!" Thorin bellows to his dismay.

I begin to gape in shock. I might as drown here now and save the pain that is yet to come, if we do get captured again. With me and Thorin at the front, his hands gripped tightly around the bars as the Dwarves begin to pile into each other. I hear swords draw with a clang, until growling comes and my eyes are drawn beyond the gate.

Orcs.

I submerge myself after gasping in air and the water pressures my ears and my temples as I unsheath a devearing brother. I claw the knife into where the bars of the gate lay. It would make the gate lose, so I could swim under and be free.

Because I was selfish. I was afraid. Afraid of the what is yet to come, that I have to save myself and not Thorin and the company.

My lungs compacted together and tightness begins to spread across my chest. I was losing air and I immediately emerge, only to realise there was no hope and we were trapped.

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Hello!

Sorry for this short and shitty chapter, but today marks the 1 year anniversary of this story and I wanted to write because of that. Which is sad. Very sad. But did you have a nice Christmas and a New year?/Any new resolutions?

BYE MOTHER TRUCKERS.