Washed up - A Hobbit story

VIII

This one has some mentions of blood and stuff like that, but only mild ones. 

Thorin spotted me on the horse but didn't have the chance to say anything before an elf came next to me and offered me his hand. The other dwarves were too busy leering at the elves, but Thorin's gaze never left me as I grabbed the hand of the elf, allowing him to help me down from the horse, lifting me down bridal style. My left leg was hidden behind the horse so Thorin couldn't see my injury, just the fact that an elf had lifted me down. After the elf (I believe his name was Lindir) placed me on the ground softly, I walked, or more like jumped, from behind the horse. Thorin's eyes met mine, his face filled with disgust and anger. I tilted my head and squinted my eyes, sending him an annoyed look as he looked like I had just insulted him and his whole family and kin. The bandage was hidden under my trouser leg, so my wound wasn't there for everyone to see even now as I stood in front of them, but the pain was forcing me to stand on one leg. "I hope he still trusts me after this." I limped forward towards the dwarves and I locked my eyes on the brothers, who were still mourning over me in the middle of the defensive circle kind of thing the dwarves had made. 

Bilbo was the next one to spot me. His eyes were filled with happiness and he poked Bofur, pointing at me. Bofurs face lit up as well and he patted Filis shoulder gently. He turned around slowly and looked at  Bofur with eyes filled with so much sadness that my heart broke into million pieces. I limped forward slowly until he noticed me. He ran towards me but slowed down so he was standing in front of my face and searched it with his eyes that were filled with tears. As he blinked, the tears started to run down his already tearstained cheeks. I hopped a tiny bit forward and wiped the tears off his face with my thumb, smiling at him gently. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me close. I hadn't known before that I meant this much to the brothers and I breathed out, letting him hug me as long as he wanted. He let me go and I was immediately met with another dwarf, a little bit taller one with dark hair. He squeezed me so hard that breathing was becoming difficult for me, but I didn't try to pry away and let him keep hugging me because his shoulders were slightly shaking with his silent cries. My heart was still in millions of pieces and I hugged him back, stroking his back gently as he cried. 

Our hug was cut short when I was pulled away from Kili quite violently. I got spun around on my good leg, but my balance failed and I stumbled. I didn't want to put any weight on my hurt leg but my body acted with instinct and I leaned on my bad leg to gain balance. The movement caused the pain shot up leg onto my lungs as well as to my other leg that gave out due to the pain. The scream that came out of me was not human. I was caught yet again by an elf that helped me steady myself as Elrond walked closer to me with worry in his eyes. The pain was still coursing through my body and I whined, tears falling out of my eyes yet again. The elf that was holding me, Lindir, shot Thorin a look filled with anger. 

I reasoned that it must have been him to pull me away from Kili as he was standing in front of the brothers, looking at me and Lindir with hateful eyes. "I would kick his ass for being such crybaby about things that happened a loooong time ago, but with this leg, it might be more painful to me than to him." I was annoyed for the way he saw my interactions with the elves as betrayals towards him and the company. I understood the hate flowing through the two races was dense but without the elves, I would be dead right now. I heard Elrond talking in elvish and it made the dwarves all riled up, especially Gloin who thought he was offending them. Knowing what he had said, I fought the pain so I could speak and said quietly,
"Calm down Gloin, he is offering you food." I immediately knew that I should have not said that because the look on Thorin's face got even darker with the negative emotions and he turned his eyes away from me.
"I didn't know you spoke elvish, Bea." Gandalf's voice was surprised.
"That is because I don't. I understand some words and phrases." I answered. I also knew a few words of ancient dwarvish but didn't have the strength to mention it because the pain was still keeping a hold of on my body.