Fallen Angel (A Thorin fanfiction)

You do not belong here

Hey guys so lately I haven't be in the right headspace but being the friend that she is, Diane encouraged me to start writing to take my mind of things so here it is. Sorry if it's really short or stupid but truth be told not a lot of heart went into this chapter and for that I'm sorry.

A quick shoutout to Diane. You're a annoying, crazy and sometimes I don't even know why you're my friend, but when it comes to times like these it seriously means a lot to be able to call you my friend. So for that, thank you so very much :)

-MJ Xx

Hyril’s POV

I struggled against my bonds as they pushed us forward along a narrow bridge. The goblin with the whip shrieked angrily as he grabbed my face with his filthy claws, “That’s enough out of you,” he spat before bashing the hilt against the back of my legs.

The stinging sensation and overall exhaustion brought me to my knees and I yelled out, my voice ringing out in the endless caves.

“HYRIL!”

“Quiet dwarf,” one of them snivelled, cracking a whip against Thorin’s back. With great difficulty I stood up and faced him, “You don’t scare me,” I countered making sure to spit into his face. Yowling with anger he once again forced me onto my knees and began kicking my sides, each kick harder than the next.

When he was sure I had had enough he smiled triumphantly and dragged me to my feet, “I think this one will be better off as a feast,” he snivelled tightening his grip around my neck. Despite the pain in my sides I still had my stubbornness, “You can try,” I said in between each desperate breath as I forced a smirk upon my lips. His triumphant smile was soon replaced by anger and he made to strike again but

one of the others held him back, “The Goblin King wants them alive.”

“Aren’t you going to finish me off,” I asked cockily as I stood over him.

“Watch your tongue,” he roared staring up at me his eyes blazing with anger, “Or I might have to chop it off.” Once again we were forced to walk forward bound by chains and held down by misery. I could faintly see Thorin ahead of the group, his shoulders slumped and head bowed down.

There was no hope, only Bilbo.

I shook my head dismissively as I remembered the beginning of the journey, “He will come,” I muttered remembering the leather pouch filled with coins I had won. Suddenly we were brought to a halt in front of a gruesome looking creature, “the Goblin King,” I muttered wrinkling my nose in disgust. He caught my eye and walked up to me, “Now don’t look at me like that,” he sim

pered reaching for me. “Nobody touches her, especially filth like you,” Thorin spat. The group parted as Thorin made himself known; he stared up at the Goblin King defiantly. He roared in anger as he stared the dwarf prince down, “You dare answer me? I am king under this mountain!”

I shuddered as he turned around to face Thorin, “Now that’s a sight I can go without,” I muttered turning my head away.

Before Thorin had the chance to reply the Goblin King stared at him thoughtfully before exclaiming, “Do my eyes deceive me? Thorin Oakenshield King under the mountain,” as he bowed mockingly. He then whispered something to the messenger and ordered for the goblins to claim our weapons.

“DO NOT TOUCH ME,” I roared pulling against my bonds. They were taken aback as I yelled and lashed out but driven by their master’s whip they hastily grabbed my arms and legs. “PUT ME DOWN,” I roared once more, struggling to reach for my hidden daggers.

I heard shouts of the other dwarves, “ENOUGH,” the goblin king called as he picked up Thorin and dangled him over the edge. My body was slammed against the hard floor but with the others help, I managed to stand. My eyes widened as I looked up towards him, “Let him go,” I spat menacingly reaching for a fallen sword.

He smirked as he tightened his grip around Thorin, making it difficult for him to breathe, “And what will I get in return?”

“Your life,” I countered pointing the sword towards him.

His eyes lit up as he sneered, “You care for him don’t you?”

“I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered lowering my eyes.

“Here’s my proposition,” he addressed the cave full of eager goblins, “I’ll let him live if you stay here as a prisoner. A life for a life.” My heart beat harder against my chest as I tried to decide, but in the end I realised there was no choice. My sword fell to the ground with a large CLANG which echoed around the cave.

Before I could speak, there was a blinding light, causing the thousands of goblins to shriek, “Gandalf,” I called over the noise trying to break free. As darkness engulfed the cave I felt the weight of my bonds being removed, “You can thank me later.”

I stood up and smiled knowingly as he handed me a weapon.

“RUN YOU FOOLS!” Gandalf led the dwarves toward a narrow bridge and as soon as they had crossed I hastily cut the rope which sent the goblins tumbling towards a dark abyss.

“I think we have lost them,” I called out shooting down the remaining goblins, their tormented screams ringing in my ears. “There! The mountain ends here and enters a forest, quickly!”

The branches cut my skin and ripped through your clothes but I did not care, for my focus remained on Thorin. He had slowed down and could barely keep himself upright. The strength seemed to be stripped from him, and his breath came out in short sharp wheezes. He winced and groaned as if each breath was slowly killing him.

Holding back tears I stopped to catch my breath and turned to see the group had done so as well. Kili and Fili were at Thorin’s side holding him up, but Thorin brushed them away.

For a moment everything was silent all except for the grumblings of the dwarves could be heard. “Thorin!” Turning my head around I saw that Thorin had collapsed and was desperately gasping for air. “THORIN!” I cried desperately tugging at his arm hoping to wake him up, despite the watchful eyes of all the others. Placing my hand over his chest, I squinted my eyes shut and muttered, “Please work.” Despite being born of elvish blood, I had never the skills of healing and light like my kin,

“Amin mela lle.”

My strength began to ebb away but I refused to stop.

As I muttered the last word, darkness began to consume light but I forced my eyes open. Falling backwards, Balin and Kili fell at my side at, attending to any wounds that might be fatal.

Thorin opened his eyes and gasped for air as the dwarves fell at his side muttering and helping him to his feet. Struggling to stand I watched as Thorin strode towards me, clenching his fists. “Hyril, I told you an elf among dwarves would bring us to our ruin.”

Sighing I slumped your shoulders and allowed tears to run down your cheeks. “Never have I been so wrong.” Pulling me to my feet, his lips found mine and for a moment I felt nothing but confusion.

Allowing my body to rest against his, I kissed him back, despite the tears mingling with our kiss and the hushed whispers among the others I did not care and for a moment everything felt right…..