My Prince, My King, My Love

Chapter Twenty-Four

Everyone was staring at me by that point before a guard of elves came forward and surrounded me, trying to strip me of my weapons, though I fought back and refused to let them. My weapons were important to me and my family, I wasn't about to let them be taken. 
"Touch nin a im will split cín dol sui im did i arachnid's." (Touch me and I will split your head as I did the arachnid's.) I seethed at the elves in elvish (much to the shock of all but the company). 
"Naneth?!" (Mother?!) I heard both Legolas and Tauriel call out to me in elvish. 
I looked at them and saw their surprised yet happy faces. I smiled at them. 
"Mui hîn." (My children.) I said to them with a motherly smile and tone. 
Before my attack in Mirkwood that got me Tatsiem and Tsuliem I had been close with the royal family of Mirkwood and was closest to Legolas and Tauriel as I had taken the place in their lives as their mother when neither of them had one. Both elflings rushed up to me and enveloped me in a hug. I winced as I was still rather tired and my body was sore from the run-in with the spiders (not to mention that my body seemed to have rebelled against me). I tried to keep them from seeing my pain, but they must have caught a glimpse as they both pulled away quickly with concerned looks on their faces. 
"Naneth, what na- roeg?" (Mother, what is wrong?) Legolas asked me. 
"Im'm tríw mui dears." (I'm fine my dears.) I said trying to reassure them. 
Neither of them seemed to believe me but left it as it was. 
"What are cin doing hi? With dwarves baw less?" (What are you doing here? With Dwarves no less?) Tauriel asked in confusion. 
I sighed, "It is a long story, one that is not safe to speak of here." 
They both seemed confused at my response but didn't question it. I was about to say something when I felt a pain shoot through my lower back and stomach. I let out a whimper and small squeal of shock, dropping to my knees on the ground and clutching my stomach in pain. 
"Naneth!" (Mother!) I heard Legolas and Tauriel call out, though it seemed as though they were speaking from a distance. 
"Natali!" I heard Thorin's voice this time, and it was as clear as though he were right beside me. 
I looked up to look at Thorin who was trying to fight against the elves and get to me. Looking at him, I had a sudden urge to be with him. I needed him next to me. To hold me in his arms. I was about to call out for Thorin in my sudden need of him when Legolas rushed to him and held a knife to his throat with a threatening look. 
"Do not dare speak my mother's name," he threatened. 
"Legolas, i na- farn!" (Legolas, that is enough!) I snapped him, "I raised you better than that." 
The dwarves all heard the exchange, leaving them shocked and confused. I was starting to become angry that Legolas was still holding the knife to Thorin's throat and not listening to me. The part of me that was his mother wanted to scold him for disobeying me, while the part of me that was Thorin's One wanted me to make Legolas drop his weapon and step between the two to protect my One. 
"Legolas! Drop your weapon now!" I ordered him in the tone that I used when scolding him as his mother. 
I figured I would try to make him stand down verbally and if he still refused, then I would use force. Legolas seemed to falter for a second, before turning to look at me confusedly. 
"But Naneth-" Legolas tried to speak, not believing that I was protecting a dwarf and scolding him (or at the very least not understanding why). 
"I told you to drop your weapon," I said to him, my tone now becoming dangerous as my protective instincts to keep my One safe were now in charge, "You are not to threaten my One." 
Legolas froze. Everyone froze. They were shocked by my behavior and words. However, more than that, Legolas and Tauriel, even in their youth, had never seen me give them such a look before. Honestly, I never wanted to have to use such a look on them and I probably didn't need to really, but with my instincts and whatever was causing me to act nearly irrationally, I wasn't thinking about Legolas as my son anymore, I now saw him as a threat to my One. 
Legolas slowly removed the weapon from Thorin's neck and moved away from him. Taking advantage of Legolas's fear of me, Thorin raced over to me and took me in his arms. The moment Thorin took me in his arms, I felt all the pain in my body disappear. It was strange and rather confusing, but I wasn't about to question it at the moment and instead reveled in the relief of no longer being in pain. 
"Are you alright dorzada?" Thorin asked concernedly. 
I merely nodded and snuggled further into him. My consciousness began to fade off. 
"So tired. . . and hungry," I muttered aloud before I finally lost consciousness. 

"Why does the Dwarf stare at you, Tauriel?" I heard Legolas ask Tauriel, the jealousy in his voice was evident. 
I would have smiled had I not been in a lot of pain. That alone told me as much as Thorin's absence, but nothing more such as where he had left to. I was about to ask where he was when I felt another wave of pain wash over me causing me to let out a whimper. 
"Natali!" I heard Dwalin's voice call out in worry, "You alright there lass?" 
"Wh-where's Th-Th-Thorin?" I managed to get out through my groans of pain.
"He was taken to. . . speak with my father," I heard Legolas tell me in a hesitant tone.
I immediately forgot about my current physical pain and was overrun by raw anger. I rose to my feet and walked to the bars that held me captive in my cell. I switched back to my elf size (seeing as my body had shrunken back to dwarf size after Thorin had me in his arms), and looked into Legolas's eyes with a deadly serious expression.
"Take me to him," I ordered.