Torn In Two | Thorin Oakenshield |

19. He's Lost

A/N: There may be one or two more chapters after this one, have to wait and see! Hope you enjoy this one!

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Everything has been disgustingly quiet ever since Thorin left me alone here in this cell. Save for the heavy thoughts that have been plaguing my mind with continuous screams. It's making my skull itch and ears ring, plus my heart hardly knows how to function now.

An anger filled cry rips through my throat as I throw a medium sized bolder at the bars, only getting the same conclusion as the other ten times before. A sharp clang that's enough to carry off towards all the other floors but I've gotten used to the sound by now.

Falling onto my knees with heavy breaths, I wipe the sweat off my forehead with my clothed arm and slump back down in frustration. It's felt like hours since I've been put here but time tends to stretch when you're alone.

I don't doubt that's it's only been a few minutes but that's enough for a war to start. Especially if Azog is on the horizon.

Please let me be wrong for once.

My eyelids shut briefly due to the newfound tiredness but the lack of sight causes the silence to become more torturous. I hear nothing yet can sense everything at the same time and it's altering my sense of reality.

Man do I hate being left in this state. Suffocating from my own mind and not knowing what's going on above.

I do understand that Thorin wants to protect me but who's out there to protect him? All of them? What if something were-

The thought of harm causes my heart to jump and I open my eyes quickly, realizing how labored my breathing has become.

I could be left down here to die if anything were to happen to them. And I wouldn't even be aware of it.

In panic, I scramble back onto my feet and nearly trip as I sprint for the bars but latch onto them tightly. The coolness radiating off the material helps ease the cuts on my hands and I press my forehead against them gently.

I've got to get out of here.

With a forced gulp, I lift my gaze up to stare at the ceiling and wish there was something here that could aid me.

The rock is pointless to use since it hardly made a dent, even after eleven times of throwing it. Thorin took my sword and I rid myself of my daggers earlier, thinking I wouldn't need them anymore.

How wrong I was.

I sigh heavily and weakly pull against the bars just for the feel of it, part of me hoping that it'll make a small difference.

Why, Thorin? I mentally cry and think back on all the times he was near, now being able to decipher his actions along with the hidden glint that was always in his eyes.

Thorin. You did all that because you love me? I sigh for the third time and move away from the bars, in order to sit against them.

I guess it makes sense now.

The way he would watch me from afar, came close when he probably thought I wasn't looking and always made sure to ride next to me. He even slept underneath the trees I would perch on, just to be close I assume. And on those cold nights, he would climb up just to sacrifice his own furs to shield me when I had nothing.

Then all those times he protected me from my own stupidity, like when I could've fallen off that cliff. Or that time I was climbing a tree, unaware of the weak branch my foot rested on and he sprinted just to catch me. Me.