Bloodstained (Thorin x OC)

Barrels

"Bilbo, the keys!" Thorin shouted from in front of Agarwaen's cell. She still hadn't woken up, and he was worried.

The hobbit, who had just broken them all free, ran up to Thorin and paled at the sight of his friend lying bloody on the ground.

"What happened?" He asked as Thorin took the keys from him and shoved multiple ones in the lock before finding the right one.

"It doesn't matter right now." Thorin knelt down beside Agarwaen and picked up her limp form. "Agarwaen." He patted the side of her face with the least damage. "Oh, Mahal. It's even worse up close." He put his ear to her face to see if she was still breathing, which, to his immense relief, she was. Other dwarves gathered around her cell, worried for the elf's life. "Agarwaen." He called her name again, cautious not to be too loud. He carefully moved some bloody strands of blonde hair out of her face, and was about to just pick her up and carry her when she finally stirred.

"Thorin..." she mumbled. He smiled down at her. "You're alright, we're getting out of here just like I said. Can you stand?" She nodded painfully, and tried to get up, but the chains restricted her movement. "Here, hold on." Thorin took the keys again and she rolled over, wincing as her broken rib touched the floor. He unlocked her hands, her neck, and then her feet.

"Thank you." She forced out as Thorin helped her to her feet. She took one step and nearly fell over again due to the ground spinning and her head pounding. Thorin caught her and wrapped an arm around her waist to support her as they walked out of the cell.

"Have you found a way out, Bilbo?" He asked.

"Yes, follow me." The hobbit took the lead and they all followed him around the guards and out of the prison. Agarwaen tried on multiple occasions to walk by herself, but limping wasn't very effective when it came to running down the elven halls, and not to mention everything looked fuzzy and the floor spun beneath her feet still.

"Just stop it and lean on me." Thorin grumbled when she tried for the fourth time. She sighed and put her arm back around his head, leaning on the shoulder farthest from her. It felt a little strange, being supported by someone considerably smaller than her, but it was better than nothing. As Bilbo kept going, she began to grow confused. He was leading them further into the palace. Toward the cellars.

The only way out that wasn't guarded.

He led them down the cellar stairs, and hushed them all as they passed two drunken elves, passed out with bottles of the king's reserve on the table in front of them. Agarwaen licked her lips. It'd been so long since she tasted that wine.

"Into the barrels, all of you." The hobbit whispered.

"Bilbo, you're a genius." She smiled and limped toward the empty barrels in a stack, attempting to pull herself into one on top. She hissed in pain at the motion, and resorted to crawling into a bottom barrel. She laid with her knees to her chest, gritting her teeth when it irritated her broken rib.

"Do as he says." Thorin said at the dwarves' hesitance. They all climbed in the barrels, and Bofur poked his head out.

"What now?" He whispered.

"Hold your breath." Bilbo said as he moved toward a lever. Bofur asked what that was supposed to mean, but was cut off when the hobbit pulled said lever and the barrels began rolling. Agarwaen braced herself for the fall, ignoring the pain her body was in.

She hit the cold water with a gasp. Her tunic and trousers were soaked instantly, and without her coat, fur, and the rest of her clothes, she shivered as the water pushed them along. She looked back up at the trap door, nervous that Bilbo hadn't followed yet. Thorin halted all the barrels from the front of the group to wait for him. When he eventually did fall backwards into the water, she smiled weakly.