Different Sense

Different Sense: 28

“Thorin, stop pacing they are all fine. We know they are fine.” Lothiriel said quietly.

Thorin looked at her briefly before pacing again. “They are my family, I cannot lose them.”

“You will not lose them, we know you won't.” Lothiriel said strongly. Bilbo – who was still listening in – looked at her. She fully believed in what she had said. It seemed that Thorin saw her honest faith in her words too.

Lothiriel gave a small smile, although it was odd. How could anyone see to smile at a time like this? She walked over to where Thorin had stopped his pacing. She held out her hand, “Come.” Thorin's hand enveloped hers and he allowed her to guide him back to where she was sitting. She sat down and he sat down beside her, she moved closer to him and leant her head against his shoulder. Lothiriel's other arm wrapped itself around his arm as her hand held onto his tighter.

“How are your injuries?”

“Eh,” Lothiriel said dryly.

“We'll have to ask to get them seen to.”

“I'm sure they'll love that task.” Lothiriel said while shutting her eyes.

Bilbo couldn't help but smile happily. How could two beings still be so content when trapped in a cell? It was beyond him.

“I wonder if there is a way out of here.” Thorin mused while looking around. He raised their hands and kissed her knuckles before placing his spare hand over it. Suddenly he gave a jolt, “Where's Bilbo?” Thorin's expression turned to one of deep concern.

Lothiriel shook her head. “I do not know,” her eyes looked up and glanced in Bilbo's direction. “I'm sure we'll get out of here soon though.”

“How can you know that?”

Lothiriel shrugged, her evasion of answering caused Thorin to narrow his eyes down at her. She smiled and leant away from his shoulder. “Because I have faith in the fact that I have no clue where Bilbo is. So therefore; he must be up to something.” It was then that Bilbo turned on his heels and pottered off down the corridor, he had a mission at hand to achieve.

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“Where is Bilbo?”

“I do not know.”

“I know you don't know!”

“Then why do you ask me such a silly question? A question that you know I cannot answer.”

“It was a rhetorical question, it wasn't meant to be answered.”

“Sorry, I must have been having an idiotic moment.” Lothiriel rolled her hand. “Stop asking questions no one is going to answer.”

“Your sarcasm is not helping anyone.”

“And nor is your temper.” Lothiriel's eyes equally narrowed, he was already looking down at her with narrowed eyes, and slowly he turned from her.

They had all been subjected to numerous questions being shot at them. These interrogations could last for an entire day. While they were being questioned they would not be allowed any food or water. But at the end of the day they were all allowed to be shackled to a table and eat together. It would surely have become a less awkward ordeal if they weren't eating with the elves. Thranduil would look at them from his seat of elven power.

The hall, which was the complete opposite of the cells and the rooms where their interrogations happened. It was a large space, lit by many candles which threw a warm glow over everything. If they were not allowed to eat in the hall, then food and water was bought to their cells.

Thorin's patience was growing thinner by the day. He had seemingly refused to sleep, and also unwilling to battle against his temper. It was his temper mainly which had more than once stopped Lothiriel from sleeping. Her mind was slowly tuning out of the words which he spoke too.

Lothiriel was not really one for anger, or becoming angry. But she was slowly becoming irritable in this space. It seemed that when her temper flared slightly, she and Thorin were not exactly the most compatible of people.

She was tired, of everything. She was more tired from having to deal with a dwarf who seemed incapable of calming himself. Eventually though Lothiriel's anger over ruled her sense of control. Jumping up she stomped over and clamped her hands on his shoulders, thus stopping his pacing.

“Please, please, I am pleading with you Thorin, if you do not calm down or be quiet, I will find a way of making you do so.”

“Lothiriel-”

“No,” she said utterly exhausted, her hands slipped from his shoulders.

Thorin could finally see the effects his ranting and angry comments were having on Lothiriel. He reached up and put a hand on her shoulder. “I am sorry.” Lothiriel looked up at him with a small pout. She would have laughed at the moment; the moment when the dwarf understood.

“I am sorry for mock threatening you.” Lothiriel smiled lightly and looked towards the bars of their cell. She was desperately hoping that Bilbo would appear and have some sort of plan to crack them out.

Thorin removed his hand from her shoulder and pulled her to sit next to him. “What are you thinking?”

“I think, and I hope, are two different things.” Lothiriel said quietly. “I hope that Bilbo is thinking of a plan.” She looked up when footsteps echoed down the corridor. A group of well-armed armoured elves appeared in front of their cell. One of them pulled out a key from his cloak and unlocked the door.

“Thorin Oakenshield, Lord Thranduil requests your audience.”

“Does he?” Thorin said sarcastically. “I wonder what for? Oh! Could this be over my quest? You know what, I actually had forgotten about it believe it or not; considering I’m in your great company.” Thorin paused to try and get his temper back in check. “You can tell Lord Thranduil, that which I have already told him numerous times, and that is all he is getting.”

“Lord Thranduil had thought you would say such a thing. So, he offers you a deal which includes the release of you and your kin.”

Thorin blinked slowly and looked at the elf in a state of disbelief. He jumped when Lothiriel nudged him. “You should go hear his offer, it can't hurt.”

“No.” He stood, while pulling her up with him. “No, it probably won't. But seeing him may.” The two looked at each other for a few silent moments before Thorin let go of her hand and stalked over to the door. The elf which had suffered being on the end of Thorin's anger filled comments also got looked at with such a disdained look, Lothiriel really was surprised he didn't exclaim something else. 

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, Thorin's dislike towards the elves was anything but obsessive and persistent. She really did give him credit for how long he could dislike them for. As obsessive and persistent as his dislike was, it was also a little entertaining.