My Prince, My King, My Love

Chapter Six

I slowly started to close my eyes, letting my body slowly lean in towards him. We were so close, my eyes were closed, and our bodies nearly touching, and-.
"Trolls, trolls!" Thorin and I jumped apart from each other, looking with wide eyes in the direction of the voice that interrupted our moment, "Help, trolls!"
Fili and Kili came crashing into the camp with worried and partially scared expressions. They had caught everyone's attention by this point.
"There are trolls nearby that have taken some of our ponies and Bilbo went to save them," Kili explained.
Without a second thought or the slightest bit of hesitation, I leaped up, drew my twin swords, and raced off after Bilbo. I didn't know exactly where he was but based off the direction that Fili and Kili came from and the sounds and light coming from a specific place, I had a pretty good idea of his location. Not to mention, being a half-elf, I could smell the disgusting and vile creatures even from where I was.
I soon found the light of the troll's fire and followed it to where they were camped in a small clearing in the middle of the forest near the bottom of the mountains nearby. I scanned the area for any signs of Bilbo and found him trying to nab a large knife from off one of the troll's waists in order to cut the rope on the makeshift cage that the trolls had created to hold the ponies they had stolen in hopes of making their dinner. The moment I realized what he was doing, or trying to do at least, I instantly knew it was a bad idea.
I looked around me and saw that there was a tree to the left of the trolls that would allow me to overlook everything and stay hidden at the same time. I smirked and ran over to the tree, and just as I was in the middle of climbing the tree, I heard the battle cry of the dwarves as they came rushing out of the tree line with their brandished weapons. I rolled my eyes at them and continued to climb the tree, keeping my eyes on everything upon reaching a small perch just big enough for me, let's just say that I was, at the moment, grateful for my small stature. I suddenly caught the sight of one of the rolls going after Bilbo as he was trying to free the ponies once more and was oblivious to the threat that drew nearer to him.
Acting on instinct, I flipped my hood on to cover my face, grabbed hold onto the tree branch that I was perched on, and swung myself down and into the fray of battling dwarves and trolls. I used my twin swords to block attacks and deliver them to the trolls, all the while making my way to Bilbo and his assailant. Just as the troll reached out to grab Bilbo, the later still oblivious of the situation, I jumped into the way, pushing Bilbo out of the way. I acted fast and placed one of my blades between myself and the troll's hand, blocking him from grabbing me. I held him there as he scowled and pushed harder and harder against my blade, only hurting himself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the other trolls reaching for me as well and quickly placed my other sword up as I had with the first. I now had so much force pushing into me at once, it was hard to hold it all. I saw that the third troll was now also coming at me, but once it got to a certain distance from me and still coming closer, I jumped backward, making the other two trolls fall forward and collide with the third.
I saw that all the trolls were having a hard time getting up, so I took the chance to turn around and check on Bilbo, only to suddenly have two large, stone, and cold hands grab ahold of me from behind, lifting me into the air and squeezing me tight. The trolls, who I found were the ones that had ahold of me, had pulled me up high to show the dwarves, holding me by my arms, legs, and stomach.
"Drop your arms, or we rip hers off." the troll, that I had decided was the smartest of the three, ordered with a threatening tone.
I squirmed around in their grip.
"Don't you dare listen to him," I yelled at the dwarves but saw them slowly lowering their weapons nonetheless.
I could do nothing but watch as the trolls gathered all of our weapons, including my own which was pretty uncomfortable because they had to take them off of me themselves. They then carelessly dropped all the weapons into a pile in a far corner. What made it even worse was when they stripped us all down to our undergarments, leaving me in nothing but my bandage wraps that I use for my breasts, my underwear, and a dark forest green tunic that didn't really have sleeves, barely covering my shoulders, and ended a bit above my mid-thigh. I was embarrassed beyond, just anything and everything. I mean, I was the only woman there! And in my undergarments no less! Luckily there wasn't much time for anyone, especially the dwarves, to gape and stare at me and my near-naked form, because the trolls had put me in a sack, coming up to my neck. I was at least grateful for that.
Half of the company were put into sacks and tossed onto the ground like potatoes, while the other half were put into bags and tied to a spit that had them burning over a fire. At some point, I heard Bilbo start talking to the trolls after getting himself into a standing position. I couldn't see anything though. Why? Oh, because when those dimwitted trolls threw me onto the ground with the others that weren't burning on the split yet, I landed face to neck with Thorin. I was blushing due to the position we were in, thoughts coming to mind that probably shouldn't be there, but I tried my best to hide it by keeping my face nuzzled into his neck, it was rather comfortable really.
I attempted to shift off of my now bruised side, compliments of the trolls that were previously squeezing my arms, legs, and waist. However, the moment I tried to move I felt a searing pain through my body, mainly waist. I sucked in a breath and seized up frozen with my eyes squeezed shut tightly. Thorin must have noticed because he looked down at me curiously, only to see my pained face.
"Are you alright?" he asked me in a whisper.
I merely gave a curt nod, though I knew that I wasn't fooling him in the least. He frowned down at me, though I could barely see it through my squinted eyes.
"Rest, Natali, you need it," he told me as he sat back and turned to listen to what was going on with Bilbo and the trolls.
I couldn't keep my eyes from falling after that point, letting my body slowly seep into the surprisingly inviting darkness. I was awoken not too long afterward by a searing pain striking throughout my body. I screamed in pain, my eyes pricked with tears. My eyes snapped open to see Oin, Thorin, Balin, and Dwalin all looking down at me. Balin and Dwalin took to holding my arms and legs down to keep me from flailing about while Thorin and Oin were looking at me from either of my sides. I felt, who I assumed could only be Oin, pushing my shirt up to expose my stomach. Realizing this, my mind went into a hyper-defensive mode. I started acting on instinct, memories, painful and disgusting memories coming to mind. I started struggling fiercely, my vision starting to go blurry in my blind panic.
"Calm down lassie, we're not going to hurt you, but if you don't stop struggling like this it'll only end up making it worse for you." I heard someone say, but I couldn't figure out who the voice belonged to.
"Stop struggling already and accept it. If you don't stop struggling it'll only make it worse for yourself." I heard his disgusting voice in my head.
"No, no! I refuse! Not again! I won't let you, you dirty bastard! I won't let you, not again!" I screamed out.
I only got worse, especially when they started to try and hold me down by pushing on my stomach, but I jerked at the action, making one of the hands slip and land on one of my breasts. That really set me off. I took to screaming, biting, hitting, kicking, even attempting to reach for my weapons, forgetting that the trolls had taken them away with the rest of my clothes. I just wasn't in a state to think coherent, orderly, and sensible thoughts. I wanted these men away from me, and I wanted it at that very moment.
Just then, Two hands landed on either side of my face, keeping my face in place. I looked and saw the lining of a familiar man with dark features, minus his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful blue. They started to slowly calm me down until I was able to see somewhat properly, but enough to recognize the man as Thorin. That one thought alone helped to ease my mind and body.
"Shh, shh, it's alright. We're just trying to look at your wounds. I promise." Thorin said quietly, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I was entranced by his voice and eyes. I could bring myself to neither look away nor make any sound. I just stared into his eyes, my breathing slowing, my heartbeat steadying, and my body relaxing. I could feel a cool, comfortable tug at the back of my head, threatening to send me back to the darkness to rest in slumber; and I let it.