The Darkling(Legolas/The Hobbit) Book 1 ✔️

VI

To Angelicsailor - for being the only comment not asking me to update.

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Arya hadn't known at the time that it would be days until she would see the elven prince again. Days of sorrow, days of despair, of turmoilt and anger but most of all, days of fear. She was not accustomed to the feeling of fear. Atleast not that she could remember.

Now though, fear was tugging at her heart. Fear for the dwarves, fear for the little hobbit, fear for Gandalf. Even the elven prince, if she chose to look deep enough. She didn't feel any fear for herself though, never for her self.

By the Valar no.

Arya and the remaining dwarves had left Lake-town as soon as they could, Arya keeping a close eye with Kili as he walk in front of her up the mountain. All of them were eager to find the others again, but their tracks were hard to read on the hard mountainside, and even Arya had trouble spotting any clues of their whereabouts. She didn't rush the dwarves, rather tried to calm them down, especially the youngest ones. She knew that all of them were able to take care of themselves, even Kili and Fili - as they had proven multiple times during their journey, but they were still youths in the eyes of the elder dwarves, teenagers really.

Arya had to agree.

What they lacked in wisdom, they made up for with quickness and weapon-skills though, both on and off the battlefield, not to mention their spirits. A small chuckle left her mouth as she watched them stumble in their haste to find the others, reminding them, yet again, that they could just go to the front gates and figure out what they were going to do from there.

"ARYA!"

Whirling around with her swords already twinkling deadly on each side of her, she saw Bofur standing behind her with wide eyes and raised arms, as if in surrender. Quickly, she took a glance at the landscape behind him, looking for threats, before she slowly lowered her twin blades. "What the devil made you shout like that?!" She hissed, feeling warmth spread underneath her skin rapidly. Taking one look at the frightened dwarf in front of her she quickly calmed down, sheathing her swords and lowering to her knees in front of him.

"I... eh... I'm sorry," Bofur said, his eyes still as wide as saucers, and his arms still stretched towards the air. "You would not reply though. I tried saying your name three times with no response!"

"It's me who should apologize, master dwarf." Arya bowed her head solemnly. "I lost my temper, not because you yelled my name, but because I am on edge. I fear for everyone," she said dejectedly. "I feel afraid all the time, and it is tearing a hole through my chest."

"Even for the elf?" Fili said suspiciously, his eyebrows quirked. Looking over at him with a small twist of her lips, Arya nodded her head, "even him young Fili, though not as much as I fear for you."

"You think him a better warrior?!"

Kili looked at her with his mouth hanging open, disbelief and even a little jealousy shining in his eyes. "No, Kili." She chuckled, "this has nothing to do with how good you are at wielding your weapons."

He snorted slightly, but gave her a smile only seconds later, and just like that all was forgiven. Brushing off her knees as she got to her feet, Arya took a glance at the sky, and then at the mountain still towering over them. Spotting what looked like a little dent in the mountainside, she raised her hand, pointing it out to the dwarves. "We walk to that point, but no further. You are no use to anyone when you are exhausted."