Terror [Flanna]

[Leona Oakenshield]

(((So I was thinking one reply with Thorin, Flanna gets kidnapped, Ill do one reply with Kili and then the boys will branch off in their own thread and this one will be for Leona and Flanna?)))

Leona knew not how long they had spent upon the beach. Time had ceased to matter, lost in a fog of love, passion, desire and lust, scarcely an hour went by when they were awake when he did not claim her. He taught her, always, new ways to pleasure her, new positions, her angles, and she had slowly learned how to pleasure him back. He had denied her at first, telling her she needed to do no such thing, but she had wanted too and it had taken her only a moment to grow used to his body in a new way and the sounds she had produced from his mouth... they made her body tremble. He was heavenly and she could not get enough of him. God did she love him. It could not be healthy to love someone the way she loved Thorin.

She rested soundly, trapped in his embrace, body twined with hers in a mess of limbs and bare flesh, they had found a small cavern, carved out by the sea, and had claimed it as their own, for now. It shielded them from the tempermental weather and kept them hidden should anyone else attempt to invade their peaceful world. She wished such would never happen, but knew such a thing to be foolish. She shifted as gently as she was able, his body slipping from hers causing a quiet groan to escape her before she slipped from his embrace, gathering up her scattered clothing and slipping into them silently.

Day three? Or was it day four? Thorin had brought them a massive buck, well then enough to feed them for several days, a wondrous prize, but as she stepped outside to begin cooking them breakfast, the beast was gone, hanging in tattered shreads of bone and flesh. She froze, fear and unease creeping up her spine. A snarl to her left had her turning, eyes widening in terror, a great dog-like thing bore down upon her and on it back a wretched looking creature carrying a weapon of the most grotesque nature. Leona screamed. Ten... fifteen of them surrounded her, she had just found her heaven and she would meet her death... no it good not be she had not gotten her time with Thorin, not nearly enough of it.

They were upon her in an instant, claws tearing at her gown, teeth puncturing deep as the beasts tossed her to their riders. Their slimy fingers clawed at her and Leona screamed, fighting as best as she was able against them to no avail. "Thorin!" She screamed for her beloved knowing their would be nothing he could do. "Thorin!" She cried for him desperately wishing, praying, hoping that these... things would not take her. One of them cracked the hilt of his weapon into the back of her skull and she fell limp against him, her world spinning to black.

[Thorin Oakenshield]

Thorin and Leona had been spending all of their time in each other's arms, lost in their own world of contented marriage and love, lust, beauty... All of it in one, perhaps. He took her as many times as she'd allow and his body would allow, and they had spoken rarely of anything but their love. Perhaps this was their honeymoon, their short time away before he would really have to consider how they would be making money and spending their days together. She could not wander with him forever, he knew well.

This morn, he and she had spent the night in a cavern, shielding from the world outside. They had fallen asleep soundly together, she caught in his embrace and he holding her tightly to him. He would not give her up for anything in this world or the next. She was his one true love, the one thing he would seek out if ever she was to be gone. He was weak for her, his pride stripped down to humility and his heart carved around her own. He did not have to be strong or intimidating in her presence, but instead quite the opposite. While he still always protected her, Thorin was gentle, loving, caring, understanding, accepting.

Part of the way through the morning, when he was still partially asleep, Thorin felt a stirring at his side and a sudden loss of warmth. He could not bring himself to awaken, though, so exhausted was he, and somewhere in his mind thought that Leona would be back at his side just as soon. She probably went only to relieve herself. He sighed, stirring slightly, and after what seemed like far too long, he awoke gingerly and pulled on at least his pants and thin cambric shirt. But just as he was beginning to tie his boots, he heard a piercing sound that shook his world, and he was momentarily paralyzed. He stood, though, and bolted toward the sound of his wife's voice, running as fast as he could.

But he was too late. She'd been captured by orcs. He saw her laying unconscious on the back of one of their nasty dogs, next to an atrocious orc, and even as he ran after her, he could not keep up. "Leona!" he screamed, but he was of no use to her. He could not keep up, and he fell to his knees in agony. Why had he not woken with her? His bride! Gone!

He knew what to do. He needed to seek out Kili.

[Flanna]

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Flanna had not been long at home this day. She'd woken up, as usual, with the sun, and taken care of Talar, who she'd been lately ignoring at times for a romp with her long-missed Kili. But her husband was asleep right now, and she did not care to disturb him. She had Talar on her hip, the child happily jabbering in some nonsensical way (she was certain he'd made his own language) and her trying to support both his needs and her own desires to write this morning. She attended her workspace shortly, just to make sure things were in order, and Talar then began to wail in want of something.

"What?" she whispered, sitting and rocking him on her leg. "What is it you want, dear? Talar?" But he kept going and she knew what it would have to be. Hungry. Of course. She sighed but took her time nursing him. She hoped he would soon be out of this routine and able to take in goat's or cow's milk instead. When she had finished and Talar was contented, Flanna smiled and returned him to his crib. Now it was time to make breakfast. She'd wasted too much time with her son to do any writing at the moment, so she needed to get a move on with the rest of her morning routine. This ritual had become normal now, and she was becoming slowly a tamed housewife.

But she needed eggs from the henhouse, and so Flanna quietly left the structure of her home to go fetch them. However, as she was making her way in the growing light, she heard a sound outside, where the trees were, that made her jump. She looked round, hoping it had just been Croi or one of the other dogs, but she did not see any of them. Suddenly, she whirled around to find herself faced with a vile-looking creature. She screamed, looking to the half-deadened face with horror, and tried to run.

But she could not run, and it caught up with her, it and the huge dog it rode. She was swept up and thrown onto one of the dogs, her screams muffled by a disgusting hand. She looked about for help, for Kili, for Croi, and saw none of them. She did see another woman on another dog, but she looked rather dead. Fear in her eyes, Flanna tried for one more scream of, "Kiliiiiiii!" before she was knocked out cold.

[Kili]

Kili slept on his mind clouded with thoughts of his family, his bride, his son. She had expressed her desire to have another and Kili could only dream of a house filled with his rugrats running rampant, causing mischief and trouble for them both in abundance. They would be filled with light and love and family and everything else that they could ever dream of. He would make sure they were well taken care of, provide them with food and plenty. His family would never want for anything if he could help it, Kili would be their protector. His family was his world, which of course included his uncle... he had not seen Thorin in many moons now, and he was beginning to worry something had happened to him. With a groan he came awake. Saving himself the imagery at what may have happened to his Uncle.

Flanna was gone as usual, he thought nothing of it. Sliding from the bed he frowned a bit as he heard no noise coming from the rest of the house, not Talar and not his beloved. "Flanna?" Kili tugged on a pair of pants and ventured out of their bedroom, frowning as he took in the seemingly abandoned house. He peeked in on his son to see him sleeping soundly with Croi. Croi suddenly came awake pacing towards the front door, a low, bubbling snarl echoing deep in his throat. "Flanna!" A touch more desperate this time. He was met with no answer.

A blood curdling scream shattered his silence, and in an instant Kili had taken both bow and sword and charged outside as quickly as he could have. He saw them, but was too late, the orcs sneered and laughed, his beloved tossed unconscious and cold on the back of one of the Wrags. He charged after them but could not keep up. "Flanna!"He screamed her name, heart plummeting to his knees as he sunk into the grass, useless.

His jaw clenched and onyx eyes filled with a rage unmatched. God help them once help them once he got a hold of them, cause everyone knew he wouldn't. First a wet nurse and then he needed to find Thorin.

(((OOC: So I will go ahead and reply with Leona and then we can start a Kili and Thorin thread elsewhere ^^)))

[Leona Oakenshield]

There was a ticking soft and gentle, it beat in time with the throbbing in her head. She groaned and shifted trying to relieve the pressure in the back of her skull. The sound of rattling chains, however, had her quickly coming to her senses. Grey eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly, too quickly. Puncture wounds, three of them, oozed blood and screamed their protest and she gasped in pain, glancing down, one beneath her breast, one just right of her belly button and one just to the left of her lower spine. Damn.

They had stripped her of her weapons and of her clothes, thick, heavy iron chains held her wrists and her neck in a heavy collar... not that it was needed. Heavy bars made of God knows what held her captive in a cage and Leona bristled. It seemed this world was not devoid of such cruelties. She shifted, they had not done anything else to her, she was not sore anywhere besides the wounds. Whether that would change, she knew not. She would be useless here, especially against those... things. They had taken her weapons, they had taken her clothes, all she had left was the ring upon her finger and her name. There was no dignity to be had in this dingy cell.

There was no immediate danger, no one peering in through the bars and Leona took the time to explore the small cell. Water dripped from the ceiling, creating a small pool of water in the far right corner, she was loathe to drink it, but would if she had too. The bars were haphazardly thrown together, sloppy, disorganized. Leona moved her legs beneath her and stood attempting to walk forward, the chains yanked her back before she could so much as touch them.

To her left, her eyes fell upon the lifeless form of another, the same state of undress, the same chains. Leona did not recognize her, but right now she was her only companion and the odds of two against those things doubled their chance of survival...unless of course they had killed her. Attempting to make as little noise as possible she crouched beside her. Modesty, decorum and personal space would have to be forgotten for now. Right now survival was key, hopefully, this woman, whoever she was, would understand that. grinding her teeth against the pain, she hoisted the woman's torso off the floor and allowed her to lean against her chest. Two fingers pressed to her jugular seeking a pulse and once she found it, she shook the woman as gently as she was able. She did not seem as wounded, that was good.

"Wake up...wake up." The French accent was thick in her voice as she whispered sharply, not wanting to draw attention to them, lest someone be listening.

[Flanna]

Flanna did not know what happened after she was hit in the head by those awful things. She had blacked out, fallen into a state that she'd not often been in before. Occasionally, her once-prevalent drinking habits had cost her some hours of consciousness due to a large consumption of the liquid, but she did not drink anymore now that she had Kili and Talar to care for, to love, to be loyal and good to. Kili had been so good, driving away her drunkenness and her depression, and he had given her the most wonderful life she ever could have wished for.

She could not see or sense anything for a long time, but when Flanna began to sense the world around her again, she felt cold and her skin broke out in goosebumps. Sensation came slowly back to her, but she did not open her eyes for fear of what she would find around her. Her memory was returning, and the last things chronologically had been terrifying, awful, terrible! The Wrags, the Orcs....

She felt something on her neck, and Flanna tensed. She kept her eyes closed in hopes that it would go away but then something was moving her body and she began to tremble. Flanna could feel one great ache in her side, and it hurt more when she was moved and when she began to wake more and more. It was not a sensation she liked, unlike so many other memories she had... It registered just now that she was absolutely bare, and she twitched. She was leaned against something warm, and was hoping it wasn't one of those terrible looking things that had captured her in the first place.

Finally, Flanna mustered up the courage to open her dull, tired hazel eyes, and she felt fingers on her neck. She looked up to see the worried face of another woman, who was whispering to her in an accent Flanna did not recognize. Was she... no. She looked like a prisoner herself. Flanna whimpered as a pain shot through her body, but responded with a swollen tongue to the words. "I am awake... Where are we? Were you... captured, too?" Her eyes were weak and she was hungry.

She looked up to the other, trying to support herself. Finally, after some effort, she sat up, and turned back to the other woman, seeing the ring on her finger and then feeling for her own, which she was glad to find. "What's your name? Do you know Kili?"

[Leona Oakenshield]

Leona held the woman tightly, hoping she would not scream, or be...difficult. It seemed they were in this together... but why? Leona knew near no one and this woman was a stranger to her. Aside from a few slain trolls, she had caused no trouble, so why was she here and who was this woman? She could not let her mind drift to Thorin. That would be a deadly distraction and one that just might cost them their lives, Leona, was not ready to die and judging by the heavy set of the woman's chest beside her, she had recently been with child, she doubted this woman was ready for death to claim her just yet. She could do nothing, chained like a dog and weaponless against the cold stones, but she would be damned if they took her without a fight. She was Thorin's. Her body was Thorin's. Her heart was Thorin's. She would die before she betrayed that loyalty, that trust.

Finally the woman stirred, Leona would slap a hand over her mouth if need be, she prayed it would not come to that, she would rather an ally than an enemy but at the moment she needed to think, to assess, to come up with some kind of logical plan. Her eyes, blurry and fogged blinked open and Leona watched her carefully. Watching as her eyes slowly came into focus, locking on her own form. Her words came heavy and fogged and Leona sighed, grateful that she still possessed her head. She spoke in hushed tones, soft, quiet. "I have no idea where we have been taken... I assume you were kidnapped by those... things as well? My name is Leona Oakenshield... who are you?" Leona answered as softly as her defensive mind would allow.

Her eyes were sharp and hard, but her voice was gentle. She did not wish to be seen as another enemy. She could use all the allies she could get. She blinked owlishly at the mention of Kili, taken slightly off guard, but just as quickly, casting a quick glance at the door to be sure no one peered in, responded. "I should hope to at least know my brother-in-laws name." She smiled slightly, bemused. "I know him decent enough, I worked at the Golden Inn, he speaks of his beloved non-stop..." her mind quickly put two and two together and surprise flickered through her eyes. "Are you Flanna?"

[Flanna]

Flanna was waking slowly, coming to, but she was beginning to feel pain and she knew that it was an awful sign. But there was someone there with her, supporting her, holding her up. She was feeling frail, cold, ill... all sorts of things. What had gone on? As she awoke, she began to remember and all that she could think of was her husband. Where was Kili? She needed him. Missed him. Needed him and Talar or she no longer had a life worth living; she loved them both so much. Her family! Where had they gone? She missed them so much. A tear fell from her tired eyes, and then she finally decided to face whatever was going on here.

It finally came into her view, the woman that was holding her up. Her face was sallow, a little bit tired obviously, and there was a great pain written in her eyes. Flanna looked upon her with concern. They were both chained, both stuck in this place together, and it was all that Flanna could do to assume that they were on the same side. Her hopes were falling on this woman now, and that her faithful husband would save them, come after them. She rose to sit up groggily, and shook her head clear. But the woman's words were soft enough, caring enough to soothe her just the slightest. "Neither I. Yes, those... half-dead, terrible things." Flanna answered, and took a deep breath. "Leona Oakenshield..." she repeated, thinking that the name should have sounded familiar.

But there was a sharp stab in her side as she drew a breath, and Flanna coughed in surprise. "Damn!" she swore, her hand darting to the injury. She hated being bare, but even more so with someone she didn't know, and hurting. The stab in her side wasn't too deep, but it hurt like no other. She pulled a bloodied hand from her side and shook her head. She could survive this. Turning her attention back to Leona, Flanna found herself confused for a moment. "You... do? What?" Her eyes grew wide for a moment, and then it all spilled out. "Oakenshield... You're Thorin's... wife? Yes--I'm Flanna. I'm Kili's wife. Why have we not met?"

[Leona Oakenshield]

The wounds were painful, three of them all still oozing blood, she did not know how deep they ventured, or how much blood she had already lost, but it needed to stop, lest she bleed to death. Her eyes scanned the damp cage for anything she could use for pressure upon the wounds... there, in the stagnant pool of water, moss. She stretched, the chains rattling too much and her gaze continuously sought the bars, ensuring they were still alone. She gasped in pain, the stretch making her injuries strain. The water was as cold as ice, pneumonia was likely now for the both of them. Disease, illness, possible infection if the wounds were deep enough...damn. The odds were not in their favor.

Grinding her teeth and wincing she stuffed the wounds, until she was satisfied that they would bleed no more. She was good, at least, at improvising. Flanna confirmed her suspicions that the things had taken her just the same...and just as she, it seems her counterpart had no idea where they were, not good. The cry of pain however quickly drew her attention, first to the door, and then to the woman. She winced slightly as the woman's hand returned in blood. It seemed neither one had managed unscathed.

"Come here... if there's one thing I do know, it's how to stop a wound from bleeding and its well below fifty here, you are going to need all the warmth you can get." She waited until she drew closer, gathering up whatever little moss still remained. It wasn't horribly deep, but it would scar and this would hurt. "I'm sorry. This is not going to feel pleasant but the bleeding has to stop." She warned her quickly and worked as fast and as gentle as she was able in covering the wound, if they were lucky, the moss would prevent further infection, but rarely was Leona lucky. When she had finished, she sat back, bringing her legs beneath her in an attempt to conserve whatever little warmth she still possessed. She hated this exposure, she was not comfortable with the scars upon her back especially, nor did anyone else, besides her Thorin, have the right to view her body, but there was little she could do.

Her attention returned to her...sister. How utterly ironic, everything began clicking into place. "We are family? I can't say this is the most wondrous of meetings but I suppose it could be worse." For a split second her eyes glittered with humor before they hardened once more, glaring at first the chains and then the bars that held them captive. "We were married only a scarce week ago... I did not think to be so soon separated from him so soon." Her face was stoic, expressionless, but her eyes revealed how much that knowledge wounded her, it was gone quickly, she had no time to dwell on such things. She shook her head lightly drawing closer to Flanna, restless in these binds. They made her think too much about her past. "This must be a vendetta against my husband and yours."

"Normally quiet introductions and a peaceful dinner would be called to order, but I fear we need to skip such formalities for now, instead I think brutal honesty is our best chance at having a hope in hell of surviving. I am distant, blunt, quiet, and I don't like attention and until just recently the only true thing I did was survive. My past is not pretty and its marks mar my flesh, but Thorin saw through that, he is... everything to me. My only family, my best friend, my earth and my stars. I love him with everything I am and he adores Kili and if you are precious to him then you are precious to me. I may not come across as kind all of time, but I will do my best to see you back to your husband. You are my sister and although I would love the chance to know you better, this is all I can offer for now."

[Flanna]

Flanna was diminishing in strength quickly from the wound in her side. She could see the scattered wounds about her companion's body, more numerous than hers, but she hoped for Leona's sake that they weren't as deep. Flanna's hurt so terribly, feeling like a literal thorn in her side, piercing and twisting and hurting like Hell. It was a new kind of pain that she'd never known before. But she'd birthed a child. Surely she could survive this.... She looked up to Leona, her eyes weak but trying to keep the rest of her face strong. Flanna tried to wipe the blood from her hand, on her back so that she wouldn't see it. She did not wish to be reminded of what had already been done to her. And... being bare did not make it any better. It should have been only Kili who saw her this way.

Leona pulled her in closer, and Flanna was glad to find that their shared body heat was a little bit nicer, no matter what it might look like. Her personal convictions no longer mattered; this was purely a game of survival and they would do what they had to do to make it out of here alive. Leona covered her wound with moss, and while Flanna grimaced, she noted that it began to feel a little better as time passed. Perhaps the bleeding had stopped now, at least. "Thank you... thank you," she said meekly, feeling a little odd speaking in such close proximity to someone she barely knew.

"I suppose we are," Flanna said quietly, returning to her shell. She was back to the quiet, scared thing she'd been for so long, because she rarely spoke or associated with anyone but Kili. He was her everything, and the only person she had ever trusted so fully. She thought on the words. Poor thing. "A week?" She turned her eyes aside. She could not imagine being pulled away from Kili after only a week of having him to herself. Poor Leona. "Yes, perhaps. I daresay... against yours in particular. Isn't he... king?" she asked, more to make conversation than to ask, because Kili had told her a lot about Thorin. He idolized his uncle. And it was nice to just think about her husband, because it was making her a bit warmer.

Flanna blushed and cast her eyes away at the monologue. She did not know if she wished to expose her inner self to this woman, but it was only fair that she at least offer something. Shyly, her voice weak, Flanna said, "I appreciate your honesty then, though I think you a good woman. I adore my husband as well. I am... shy. Quiet. Scared. I don't make much of a companion. My son... I..." She got worried, biting her lip, and did not speak anymore. Her body was growing weak.

[Leona Oakenshield]

Leona was accustomed to pain, both in mind and body. It mattered little her blood loss, or her pain, she would fight through it. She would survive. She would not die here. Not without a damn good fight. She was exhausted, frightened, nervous and cold, but she swore she would not stop fighting and if these creatures took her life, if they tortured or maimed her, she would not give them the pleasure of her screams or her pain. Her eyes were set like stones, cold and indifferent to the cage that held her. She would see Thorin again. She would have him to herself. She would follow him to the ends of the earth and bear him enough heirs for an army if he so wished it. She was strong, she would survive this, she had survived a war and the tortures it brought with it. These repulsive creatures would not best her. She was Leona Oakenshield and even if he was not here she would draw strength from her husband. She was Thorin's wife. She would be brave, she would be strong and she would protect her newfound sister. She would make Thorin proud.

Flanna's words however, shattered her thoughts. She blinked repeatedly, her determination faltering for only a moment as surprise flickered through her gaze. She had not ever thought of Thorin as a King. Thorin was her beloved, her protector, her warrior, her lover... and yes he had called her Queen many times but it had never dawned her that she might, one day have to actually take the title. Queen of a people she knew only what little Thorin had told her. "Yes... yes he is." She muttered quietly. It only gave her motivation to succeed. She needed to be strong then and if even that strength only ventured to the woman beside her...

Flanna swayed dangerously, edging closer to her, obviously craving her body heat and Leona, fighting against her own reclusive nature wrapped her arms around her. "Flanna... you must fight it, blood loss it makes you weak, but draw strength from your family. From Kili, from your son. Do not give into your body's weakness. We will not die here this day. I promise you.

A crack, the sound of footsteps and Leona froze, dark eyes glaring as the door to their cage was ripped open, a great muscular creature as white as snow wielded a massive dagger. He stepped forward and Leona stood blocking Flanna from the beast to the best of her ability. He spoke in a language that Leona did not know, before one massive hand wrapped around her body, the chains snapping from the wall as he hoisted her up into the air. he continued speaking and pressed the blade to her forehead, dragging it down her cheek, the side of her breast, her torso ending just before her hip, just enough to make her bleed, blood oozed from the wound and Leona grinded her teeth against the pain, not a peep escaped her vocals, but the creature could see the pain in her eyes and he laughed cruelly, pressing a thumb against the two puncture wounds upon her stomach. She gasped in pain, his fingers grinding into the stabbing wounds, and suddenly she understood.

He did not wish to kill her, he was trying to put on a show, to convey a message to her husband. He laughed wickedly and leaned mere inches from her face, speaking a word she knew all too well. "Thor...in." He ripped Flanna away from the wall just as he had done to her, lifting her high into the air, squeezing her torso, inflicting more pain, before carrying them away. She sent a prayer to her beloved, willing him to feel her love. She wasn't sure either one of them would survive this but she would do her damndest to try.

[Flanna]

Flanna's mind was wandering too much to her husband, her lover, her best friend and constant companion, the man that had so often made her feel strong and better than she knew herself to be. She loved him with every fiber of her being, and now that he had been torn from her--or rather she from him--Flanna felt so utterly alone. She had been alone in her life before, but now that she had found and understood love, she was having a harder time on her own. What Flanna needed was to find that inner part of her again that held all of her strength, to call upon it to get out of here so that she would once again be back with Kili, safe at home out of harm's way for a little longer. Until something happened again, like always it did.

Leona seemed a little taken aback at the question. Flanna hadn't meant it to be surprising, just a gentle time-waster, because Kili had told her so much about Thorin already. "A good man. Or... Well, Kili's said. He talks constantly of him." She smiled as slightly as she could manage to, not one for words right now but sorely needing the company they could provide.

That, and she also needed the body heat of her companion. There was no longer room to have qualms about personal space and worrying about personalities. Leona was welcoming enough and for now she'd take it. It did not matter, so long as Flanna was being warmed and was trying to keep awake and unmoving. Unless they could find some way out of this place... She forced her eyes open, blinking. Leona's words were strong, assuring. Flanna thought of them, of Kili and Talar, and now she was trying to hold in tears. She couldn't think of them. She just needed strength. "Talar," she whispered.

All too soon she needed that strength, as everything around her happened so suddenly. The cage was torn away and Leona ripped from her sides. Flanna watched in horror as the nasty, vile thing tore away her friend, pulled a blade down her side, and all the while Leona was silent and trying to stay strong so that those things would not see her pain, even though she surely felt it. Flanna whimpered a bit but bit her lip so the sound would stop.

And too suddenly, she was ripped away as well, a scream falling from her mouth, and thought she felt a crack in a rib or two. Trying to hold in her voice, not wasting it, Flanna bit her tongue until she tasted blood, but she was being carried away and she wasn't as strong as Leona and she just couldn't handle it and Kili would have to forgive her and... Flanna screamed, loud and piercing. If her husband was here, maybe he'd hear her. Carried to another room, a dark one lit very dimly. Was this the end?

[Leona Oakenshield]

Pain rippled through Leona's body but stubbornly she refused to cry out, knowing that if in fact her Thorin was here, the sound would only distract him. It mattered little how much pain she was in if he could not get to her, distractions would only prove to hinder him. She would endure this agony silently. He squeezed her, digging into the puncture wounds from that beasts teeth and the new gash that covered the length of her body. Would this thing crack bones, rip off limbs? What kind of torture were they in for? It was already made quite clear that neither one of them would remain long in one piece.

Her head spun and her stomach churned, he swung them around like rag dolls and she grew disoriented. her vision darkening and then swimming with color. Pain and discomfort rooted within her and she grinded her teeth, willing her mind to focus, willing herself to stop dwelling on it. She could not be the woman in love with Thorin, not right now, she needed to be that cold detached creature whose only goal was simply survival, she needed to be strong, she needed-

Her thoughts were shattered as Flanna screamed and in this moment she hated the woman, because that cry was sure to reach her beloved and her brother-in-law if they were, in fact here. She would shatter their concentration, she would make them more susceptible. She forced her anger to subside, it would do her no good. It seemed that Flanna was unaccustomed to such pains, she could not truly blame the woman, however weak and futile she may be, she was terrified and perhaps she was breaking, giving up. Leona hoped not, she hoped she was strong enough to keep fighting, if not for herself than for her husband.

The creature carried them from room to room. Her wounds oozed blood she could feel it running down her face, smearing across her torso as the thing swung her body, she looked like death warmed over she was certain, her head was starting to spin from the loss of blood. The creature squeezed her tighter, halfway constricting her ability to breathe. Finally they reached a massive wooden door and with a grunt he smashed into it with his shoulder. Blood, dead bodies, the creatures that had originally captured her lay slain across the battlefield, but her gaze did not linger upon them.

She hardly noticed Kili for her beloved stood strong, blade in hand, a fierceness the likes of which she had never seen upon his face. He was glorious, breath-taking, even half covered in these creatures blood he was beautiful and despite her wretched past she found herself unafraid of him. The pale creature that held her was speaking and she heard it drop Flanna, the sickening thud of her body crashing into the stones, still not enough to pull her gaze from Thorin. Her determination, her anger, her pain... they melted away and she forgot them. She reached out to him his name upon her lips, but before she could speak it, its free hand grabbed her arm, twisting it backwards and dislocating her shoulder. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream that she refused to let pass and her eyes spilled tears as agony shot through her body. Holding her by the dislocated appendage and releasing her body, he uselessly flung her into the wall, her spine colliding with the stones. Her vision dotted black as she crumpled to the floor, a mess of flesh and bone and blood, agony made her vision dot, she could not feel her arm, it hung at an awkward angle, useless at her side. She grinded her teeth, tears spilling from her eyes, she could not keep her pain to herself any longer. She watched the pale orc engage both dwarves but there was nothing she could do.

Her tongue felt heavy and thick within her mouth, but she forced her legs beneath her. "Flanna..." She groaned her name, tried to stand and crumpled back to the ground, she was not so terribly far away. She extended her good arm, reaching for her, the woman's chest sunk in unnaturally on one side, broken ribs more than likely. She didn't wish to know what her own body looked like. She dragged herself closer, lacing her fingers with Flanna's her gaze drifting to the intense battle that raged before her. "Thorin.."