An Arranged Marriage (The Hobbit)

Chapter 31

*Legolas POV*

"Amara!" I yelled.

I had just finished killing Bolg and I was trying to find Amara. Where was she?

I climbed up the steps, skipping some, trying to find her quickly.

Then I heard her scream, I quickly followed the direction of her scream. I knew that for years to come that sound would haunt my mind.

"Amara!" I yelled again.

Nothing came in response. I ran up more steps and into a cave, before coming to an opening.

"I love you, Legolas."

I heard those words and quickly followed the sound of her voice. She was still here.

But when I ran out to the opening she was laying next to the dark haired dwarf. He was dead.

I turned my eyes towards Amara. She was laying in blood. The ice around her had turned a dark red color.

"Amara!" I yelled and quickly ran to her.

She didn't say anything. She was barely breathing. I held her in my arms.

"Please, please, please be okay. I need you here with me. I cant live without you." I said.

I held her and cried. Her arm and leg was still pouring out more and more blood by the second. She was faintly breathing and I knew she needed help and she needed help fast.

I picked her up and began to run the way I had came. I ran into my father on the way.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Bolg." I said.

"Where is he now?" My father asked.

"Dead. I finished him."

"Lets get her help, quickly." My father said.

We ran down the stairs and saw the small hobbit. He was sitting next to Thorin Oakenshield's body.

So he was dead too. This is horrible.

We ran down before some eagles came and helped us.

When we were back in Dale, a Dwarf recognized Amara. He had crazy brown hair and a matching beard.

"Is that Amara?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Bring her this way, lad." He said.

I looked at my father before running with them.

"Go son, I'll meet both of you back in Mirkwood." My father said. I nodded.

Instead of staying in Dale we brought her to the mountain.

"Come! Amara needs help! Dori!" The dwarf began to yell.

A dwarf with white hair looked up and saw Amara. He quickly began to rush back to some room and the other dwarf led the way. I ran after them.

The dwarves who saw Amara, bowed their heads slowly. She really did make friends with them. Respected them. And they respected her.

When we reached a small room, I laid her down on the nearest bed.

"You'd better get outta here and let Dori do what he needs to do." The dwarf said and ushered me out of the room.

Please, Amara. You have to live.