The Dark Dragon of Middle Earth

Confronting the Dragon Sickness

I reach the newly-made gate the dwarves have made overnight. I stand, and take time to admire their work.

Say what you can about their stubbornness, and their table manners. They are really good makers when they want to be, or not.

A rope appears to the left of the gate, and a voice calls out. "Hurry, lass."

I take a running start, and jump up. I reach the middle of the rope, and it takes less than a minute to reach the top. I jump up the last part, and land soundlessly on my feet.

Dwalin rolls his eyes, and crosses his arms. "Elves."

I cross my arms, and huff at him. "Give me a break, dwarf. I haven't acted like an elf when I first met your ancestor, so excuse me for wanting to show off for once!" I say back.

"Elanor!" the others shout. I take off my helmet, and my raven hair falls over my shoulders, and down my back. The two beads are visible in the moonlight, along with my eyes. I give a smirk. "What other elf do you know will sass back at Dwalin?"

Everyone laughs, and even the stone-cold killer let's out one. Fili and Kili are the first ones to hug me, and I hug them back. The others join for a group hug. Soon, I can't breathe.

"GUYS! CAN'T. BREATHE!" They let go, and back up. I gasp, and hold onto my belly. When I get my breath, I start to rub my belly. Soon, a sickening taste fills my mouth, and I let out the contents over the side. When I'm done hacking the last of the disgusting taste out of my mouth, I rub my stomach to soothe the little ones. I must have had a weird look on my face, as Oin came forward, and put his hand on my forehead. 

"Are ya sick, lass?" I shake my head. "No. I know what it is, though I don't think I should be showing signs this early," I tell the healer.

I lift my shirt over my belly, and see some of my back scales, the toughest on a dragon, cover it. When I have them disappear, a small bulge is visible. Oin rubs a hand over it, and over the small stretch marks. 

"Thorin is the father, if you must know. I wouldn't do that to him." This gains the attention of all the males, and I can see Bilbo behind by the steps. Fili and Kili rush forward, and start asking questions.

"When did this happen?" 

"Why wasn't Uncle being responsible?" 

Those are some of the questions. Dwalin makes the two stop before they get too loud. When everyone's silent, they have Bilbo check to see if Thorin was coming.

He comes back minutes later. 

"No, I couldn't see him. I checked around the corners, and everything. I saw no sign of him." 

"Are you sure, Bilbo? He's known to be quite the sneaker," I point out, remembering when he was listening in to my and Beorn's conversation

The dwarf isn't as sneaky as he tries to be. He's much too loud.

"But, Auntie." I look at Kili. "How can you be with his kids when you were between life in death in a lake?"

I shake my head. "I don't know, Kili. I honestly don't. For now, let's just focus on keeping Thorin's attention on breaking out of his sickness. I need my bag for a spare change of clothes."

I ask Bilbo to find it, as he's smaller, and sneakier. 

"It's in a corner by the treasure room. It'll be near the top step in a vase. If Thorin's there, don't attempt it. If he isn't, make sure you look everywhere for him. I need my bag if I'm going to be outside. I can't be found here yet by Thorin, as it might make things worse."

"And how long were you planning on hiding you're alive from me, Treasure?"

Everyone freezes, and we all look at Thorin, who's standing behind Bilbo with his arms crossed, and staring right at me with his gleaming, bright blue eyes.

Oh, Valar and Mahal save me, please.

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Sorry if it's shorter than usual, but it seemed best for when she reunites with them and Thorin.

I'm having a block, sort of, for the next chapter. Please bear with me, and I promise to update when I can proof-read it. But it will be soon.