Short Affections (Thorin x Reader x Bilbo) Book 2 of 3

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Chapter 10

You were suddenly thrown at someone's feet, causing you to scrape your hands and knees with a hiss.

"So," Thranduil began. "My son says you too, have also managed to wonder into my lands without invitation, but what interests me more, is how you came across this blade." He said, beginning to circle you as you stood back up onto your feet, keeping an eye on him as he inspected the sword with interest and possibly nostalgia.

When you did not answer, he continued instead, not seeming bothered by continuing to talk. "I remember when this sword was made. My father before me worked on this sword, as did many others. Even I had a part in it's making when the time came." He paused behind you, leaning over your shoulder. "So do not think for one single second that I believe that this sword; Faer Blade,  is yours... it was made for one person... but sh-! He is gone now..." He went silent for a couple of moments, before leaning back to his towering height and clearing his throat.

You had remained silent throughout his speech, taking every word he said into mind, before choosing your words carefully in order to try and get Soul Blade back. "Oh. But you are wrong Thranduil. I have returned to Middle-Earth once again to stop a great evil that tries to purge these lands... but I need my sword back in order to do so, for I am nothing without it, just a name with no face." Fancy ways with words have never really got you anywhere in life, but it's always worth a shot.

There was a moment of hesitation in his eyes as he looked at you, almost as if for a split second, he would consider giving Soul Blade back to you... but it was quickly gone. "No," The word rang clear throughout the throne room. "I do not believe you to be her... you cannot be her. How you came across the blade is no longer of interest to me. But I will be keeping this sword under careful lock and key. Take her away and leave me!"

A set of hands wrapped around your arm and began to drag you away, but almost as if the words were not even your own, you suddenly spoke, filled with anger. "Cin lothron take faer Blade o nin hi, Thranduil. But ha will always rad- ha's té back na nin, wheater cin like ha ben ú-!" You yelled, thinking you were speaking in English, but really, you spoke in their elegant tongue, with bits of English breaking through.

You could not be away from Soul Blade... it was almost as if taking a piece of you, scratch that, he was taking a piece of you away. It left you feeling cold and empty. Soul Blade was your trusty sword since the beginning, and now it was being ripped away from you by a stubborn Elf King.

For a second, he stopped, almost as if he was going to turn around, but after a deadly silent moment, he waved his hand and began to climb the steps to his throne, where he watched you being dragged down to the dungeons below.

You couldn't be her... you could not be his beloved Rasha. You just couldn't be.

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You were pissed, no, beyond pissed. You were livid.

There were so many things you wished you had said to him other then playing nice to try and get back Soul Blade.

If only you could see the future, then you wouldn't have even tried.

Suddenly, you were knocked out of your murderous thoughts by the sound of cell doors being swung open and closed.

Man, they aren't trying to be quiet at all.

With the quickest thinking you have ever done, you knocked heads with the guard who was leading you to your cell from behind, causing him to hold his nose in pain as blood began to drip from it, and before he had time to collect hisself, you punched him straight in the temple, knocking him out instantly.

Cursing quietly to yourself, you held the back of your head and began descending the stone steps towards where you hoped they were at, and hopefully they hadn't left yet, or you'll be in for a long swim.

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When you made it down to the wine cellar, you couldn't help but look around at all the options.

I mean, you're over 21, so...

But then you seen Bilbo standing there, not knowing what to do, and hearing the drunken Elves beginning to stir.

With a sigh, you grabbed two of the first ones you seen before sneaking over to the Hobbit.

When he seen you, he looked almost relieved, but didn't question the wine you carried.

"Come on Bilbo, lets share a barrel." You whispered, unknowingly causing him to grow beyond flustered by your words.

But all those thoughts were abruptly halted once he seen the red haired elf lady flying down the stairs towards them both.

Her eyes widened once she spotted you, by before she could come closer to catch you, you began to slide backwards.

"Tell Thranduil I said thanks for the wine!"

And with that, you both disappeared beneath the floor.

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"Cin lothron take faer Blade o nin hi, Thranduil. But ha will always rad- ha's té back na nin, wheater cin like ha ben ú-!"

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"You may take Soul Blade from me now, Thranduil. But it will always find it's way back to me, wheater you like it or not! You can never keep it from me!"

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