Washed up - A Hobbit story

XXIII

There are some mentions of unwanted touching, but nothing happens. And a brief description of the spousal abuse Bea went trough. Keep an eye out for the duck marks." 

Soon, we were brought to the clearing in front of the big house, and the guards surrounded us, making sure that none of us could escape. I was pulled aside by the same guard, he took me to the left back corner of the dwarves. It happened so fast that I was gone before I, nor Fili or Kili could react. They spotted that I was gone a moment after, but they were being held still by guards, so they could only watch.
(-<>-) "You are so beautiful, stunning." His hand slid down my side, his voice slow, and filled with lust. I gripped my sword, preparing to defend myself.  His another hand reached my hip and another made its way into my breasts. I was happy that I had changed into the pants I had, it would have sucked to wear a skirt right now. (-<>-)
"Like a rose, a satisfaction to my eye, compared to the weeds that grow here. So lush, so desirable." That is when I unsheathed my sword with a single movement and pressed it to his chest. 
"But roses have thorns. You should be careful, you might get a nasty cut if you get too handsy." My voice was cold as I pressed the sword with a little more force to his chest and he took a step back, clearly stunned that I fought back. I slipped past him and past the guards watching Fili and Kili, who were looking at me with identical, proud and a little shocked, looks. I flashed a smile to them, even if I was shaking like a leaf, I tried to put on a brave face. I felt someone's hand on mine and a quick glance told me it was Fili's. A warm feeling filled me from head to toe and I blushed lightly as he gave my hand a squeeze.

The master barged out of the doors. 
"What is the meaning of this?" His voice was irritated, we probably interrupted his meal or something. 
"We caught them stealing weapons, sire," Braga answered, and stepped forward with a small bow. 
"Ah! Enemies of the state, huh?"
"A desperate bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, sire," Alfrid spoke, his voice oily and his gaze on the dwarves, looking down on them.
"Why are you here?" The master questioned us, but none of us answered. His gaze wandered amongst us and landed on me.
"You! Woman! Step forward." I did as I was told, even if Fili tried to hold me back. 

"Hey! It that the woman from the bargeman's boat? What are you doing here with this lot?" He stared at me, and I tilted my head and looked at him with the best "i-don't-know-what-the-hell-you-are-talking-about -face".
"I was not on any boat. You must have mistaken me for someone else." I looked at them with bright eyes, batting my eyelashes. Alfrid was looking at me, eyes filled with suspicion but he didn't say anything. Then, the guard, Gaston, stepped forward.
"Sir, this woman threatened me. I demand that she will be punished for the crime she has committed." Fear made my intestines shrink but I forbid myself from showing any marks of fear yet again, and I looked at them with steady eyes as I spoke with an even tone.
"I did no such thing." 
"You are lying! The sword you threatened me with, it's hanging by your hip." The guard exclaimed, but I kept my cool.
"This sword? No, it is only a mere decoration." 
"Lies! You used it against me! I demand a punishment for her!" The guard spoke and pointed at me. I managed to stay calm, even though I had to swallow before speaking, raising my voice into a fake shocked tone.
"I used it against you? I am a negligible woman, I can not wield a blade, let alone threaten anyone with it!" I placed my hand on my chest to exaggerate the shock I was "feeling". Inside, I was laughing like a maniac. "Take that, your own sexist habits are biting you in the ass. Suckers."
"Enough of that! There are more pressing matters at hand. There is no way this mere woman could threaten you, so take your place, guard!" I was laughing in my head, I was spiteful over the fact that I had gotten off the hook and the guard had gotten scolded for it.

"I demand you to tell us what is your business here." The master spoke, staring at me intensely. I didn't say a word, I didn't move a muscle.
"I am your master, I insist that you answer to me!" He growled, but I didn't do anything. It earned me a poke with a spear one of the guards was holding. 
"Your master asked you a question, woman. Answer it." The guard demanded, and I decided to speak. I was not going to give up the plan, that was Thorin's job.
"But he isn't my master. He has no authority over me." I spoke with a clear voice, and the townpeople gasped. The guard was looking at me in shock, and the master stepped down a stair as he stared at me with an expression that he must have thought was terrifying.
"What did you say?" He hissed, and I returned his gaze calmly, not terrified at all.
"You are not my master, you have no authority over me," I repeated, and he straightened himself, and spoke again, with a voice that was half hiss, half growl. 
"You are a human in this town, that makes you my subject." I shook my head and straightened myself so I was standing at my full height. It wasn't much, but it gave me self-confidence.
"Except, I have taken an oath that I will follow someone else. And that oath isn't fulfilled yet, so I am his subject, not yours." I allowed a small smile to spread on my face and it annoyed the master even more.
"And who might your master be, then?" He spits out the word 'master' like it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Him." I turned around and pointed at Thorin, who stepped forward, looking surprised but pleased. "Oh no, I just fueled his ego even more. I should have not have said that."  I backed away, back to the group of dwarves. Some of them whispered quiet words of congratulation, some just patted my shoulder with restrained movements, not wanting to gather anyone's attention. I smiled lightly before focusing on what Thorin was saying.