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(The Hobbit) Imagine Being in a Love Triangle Between Thorin and Thranduil PT. 3

~I don't think I've ever done a part 3 before, but hey, there's a first time for everything! Besides, I think this concept is worthy of it. Much love!~

You looked to one of your fighters. You sent a signal to her with your finger that the Silver Warriors used to mean gather. She nodded and dashed off to go to the other villages to get the rest of the troops. 

You tried to begin to subtly shift your way over to the side that your warriors would be arriving on. "YOU!" The leader orc boomed, pointing towards you. You froze, preparing yourself to grab the dagger that was hidden in your boot and fight. 

You held your head high, the fire of orcs' torches dancing in your eye. "The Chief's daughter!" He laughed. "Yes, you will do nicely. Tend to the King's needs, girl." He shoved soured wine in a goblet toward you. The smell was very strong. "Wine for the Kings!" He laughed and the orcs cheered. "Go on, girl. Serve your masters." You grit your teeth and approached where the kings dangled. An orc snapped at you as you went by but you barely flinched, still holding your head high. "Are you sure you did not raise a princess, little chief? She thinks so, she does." You ignored the filthy orcs' taunts. 

An orc produced a tall stepping stool for you to be able to reach the Kings. You stepped up on it, the kings looked at you, fear clearly in their eyes. "My Lords." You put the goblet of wine out toward them, willing your steady hand to shake slightly. You couldn't let the orcs know that you were far more angry than afraid. 

Thorin was the first one to willingly receive the wine. He winced at the smell, but his eyes did not leave yours, mercy-filled them. You knew he was doing this for you so that you would not get hurt or punished. He took a sip, swallowing it down as quickly as possible. The orcs laughed boisterously. 

Then came Thranduil, who eyed the wine bitterly. He looked like he was about to refuse when he met your eyes. You tried to look strong, but you also knew it would not end well for anyone if he refused. He gave you a respectful nod and opened his mouth. You poured the wine in. He choked, making the orcs laugh even more, but only a bit dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. You pulled a handkerchief from your pocket and wiped his mouth clean. He looked surprised but said nothing. 

You stepped down off the stool and turned to the leader. Could you slip off unnoticed now? 

The orc leader was talking and laughing with several other orcs. None of them seemed to be paying any attention to you. But you still felt eyes on you. Much to your surprise, it was the two kings, tied together over a boiling pot of who-knows-what, who were both staring at you intently. 

You pursed your lips together at them, before turning and walking off. You were about to step into the shadows, where no one could find you once you were emersed within them, when the orc leader called out, "lovely little lady!" You froze, flinching. 

The ground shook as the massive leader stomped over to you. "Listen, little lady. We gave the Silver Warriors three hours, but the truth is, we dunno if they gonna make it in time. But it's the Silver Warriors we really want, not the weakling dwarves or your village. It might be days before we finally kill 'em. I know it's crazy! I mean, I questioned it, too. But the boss was clear. I mean, we got the kings in our grasp! We should knock 'em dead right off, right? Makes sense, but the boss says no. Keep 'em alive. Keep 'em fresh. Meaning, we need a nice little serving girl, and a nurse to make sure the Kings and their 'lil friends don't die before that." He grabbed your shoulder and led you back into the middle of it all. 

"Why would you tell me that?" You managed to say, attempting to ignore the pain he was causing you by the great pressure he was putting on your shoulder.