Chapter 45: The Past

The days of imposed rest and confinement in King Thranduil's halls passed with exaggerated slowness. After having spent several weeks contained to a single path through the dark forest and months before that in the open, the rooms and communal area provided in the corridor felt unbearably small. The first day or two were not so bad as they were indeed used to rest and regain strength. Even Sara's strength had almost returned in full, and save for the white bandage on her arm one would never guess she had been in mortal peril days before. Bilbo bustled about quite cheerfully, happy to eat much and often as the elves were apparently familiar with the hobbit's meal customs and Bomber, Dori, and Nori had been only too glad to join in on the frequent meals.

Unfortunately, once the company's strength and energy had recovered the boredom had set in. For some it was better than others. Balin had requested books from Kings Thranduils's library and was mostly content to read by the window in the room that he and Bilbo shared, which happened to be the only room with a window other than Sara's. Ori likewise could often be found hunched over his sketchbook or records. Gloin and Oin kept to themselves for the most part, except when Oin would disappear to the infirmary to be near Dwalin. He went so frequently in fact, that the orderlies attending Dwalin had requested that Airdan regulate how often he was allowed to visit. Apparently Oin had begun to drive the elf healers a little stir crazy with his non stop questions, complaints, and unsolicited advice. Dwalin was still asleep two days after arrival but the elves had assured them that this was their doing as he would recover faster if he were asleep. They said that in another two days they would allow him to wake.

Bofur and Nori were restless in confinement. Bofur had taken to flirting with the female guards when they happened to be on duty at the end of the hall, that is, until one of them finally became fed up with him and pinned him to the wall, threatening to run him through should he approach her again. Bofur for his part did not stop his teasing, though he did become more covert and selective with his targets. Nori had been caught smuggling objects into his pocket several times and although he was subjected to a nightly search, Thorin has still instructed the others to keep eyes on him when he was around. Despite these measures, Sara was sure that her ceiling was more than a few stones shy. Her suspicions had been confirmed when the little white stones had cropped up being used as makeshift chips in the poker games that have become a quite popular pastime.

There was precious little money left in the group so they had begun to gamble for favors, the few trinkets they had, dares, or even simple bragging rights. Even Sara and Bilbo had joined in. To everyone's surprise Bifur had become quite adept at poker, even surpassing Nori, whom Sara was sure was cheating. The funny thing was that once it became certain the thief was cheating, the poker games had quickly shifted into a contest of who could cheat the most and not get caught. Sara soon found herself out of her depth in the games and so had resorted to teaching Fili, Kili, and Bilbo other card games. She and Fili were sitting on Sara's bed playing slapjack, while Kili sat behind her, inventing new ways to braid her hair when there was a knock on the open door frame. They all looked up to see Tauriel in the doorway, a bag in hand. Kili's hands ceased their work and behind her Sara could feel his body stiff.

"May I enter?" asked Tauriel.

"Of course," said Sara, setting her decidedly smaller stack of cards aside. "Come sit down." Tauriel nodded her thanks and made her way to the chair, a slight limp in her gate as she favored her uninjured leg. Kili dropped Sara's hair and quickly leapt to his feet, seizing the armchair and angling it for the elf so she didn't have to go around. Tauriel watched Kili hesitantly for a moment before she sank into the chair gratefully, setting the bag on the floor at her feet.

"Thank you," she said watching Kili return to his place behind Sara, taking up her fallen hair. Kili nodded mutley.

"How is your leg doing?" asked Sara.

"It is recovering, though still painful later in the day, but that is my own choice. The herbs that dull pain also dull the mind, so I endure. What of yourselves?"

"I never had more than a small cut on the head so I'm fit as a fiddle," said Fili, setting down his own cards and leaning back on his arms.

"My arm is almost healed," said Sara, holding up her bicep for inspection. "They say in another two days I can remove the bandaging, but I'm afraid I will have yet another scar to add to my growing collection."

"Then it is well you travel with dwarves," said Tauriel. "As I understand it, they take pride in their scars and wear them as a badge of honor." Sara looked at Fili, eyebrows raised in question.

"She is correct," said Fili. "In most cases we value our scars for the lessons they teach us. They are proof that we have overcome." Sara shook her head.

"You know... I'm not even surprised," she said. "It's definitely a very dwarf like attitude."

"They are not wrong," said Tauriel, her eyes flicking to Kili who seemed to be blushing. "What good are our past mistakes if we don't learn from them. But what of you Prince Kili? How fares your arm?"

"It's recovered, thank you," said Kili, not looking up as he undid a spoiled braid before trying again.

"So what brings you here?" asked Sara. "Not that you're not welcome or anything, I'm just curious."

"I understood your meaning. I came to give you these." She reached inside the sack at her feet and pulled out a pair of beautiful leather boots and held them out to Sara. "Your previous pair were irredeemable so I acquired these for you."

"Thank you," she said, accepting the gift. They were exquisitely made of a dark brown leather with a gold leaf pattern around the top. She was pleased to note that the boots would reach the bottom of her calf. Eagerly, she dug a pair of socks from her pack and a few moments later was pulling the sturdy laces tight around her legs. "They fit perfectly! How did you know my size?"

"I didn't need to," said Tauriel. "They would fit no matter your size. Likewise your feet will never be cold and you need not be troubled no matter how difficult the terrain."

"They are so light," exclaimed Sara, walking to the window and back experimentally. It's almost like I'm not wearing them all." Taurel nodded.

"They are Elvish, and as such should increase your stamina as well as you are human."

"Really?" asked Sara, surprised. "Thank you! They're wonderful!" She came to sit on the bed, clicking her heels together. "They are perfect! How can I ever repay you?"

"No need," said Tauriel, waving a hand. "They are standard issue. I know you have no money. Don't worry."

"That was certainly very kind of you," said Fili, watching the elf.

"Think nothing of it. I saw you walking barefoot down the hall to visit your companion earlier today and recalled that you required a new pair. It is a simple matter. I should return to my duties." She rose from the chair preparing to leave.

"Thanks again," said Sara, she, Fili, and Kili rising as Taruel went to the door.

"It's nothing," insisted Taurel. "You had a need and I simply filled it. It's my duty. Let me or one of the others know if you should require anything else." With that the door swung shut behind her. Fili stood watching the door after she left, a puzzled look on his face.

"You know... I don't quite understand her," he said, turning to gather the cards together in a neat stack.

"In what way?" asked Sara. "She seems fairly straightforward to me." Kili straightened the chair, a distant look in his semi blank eyes. He let out an almost inaudible sigh and his shoulders drooped catching Sara's attention.

"Well she does kind things, like bring you new boots, and tie up your feet, but then she insists that it means nothing, that she's just doing her job." Sara eyed Fili, eyebrows raised.

"I think you're reading too much into nothing. Even if it were something it's probably just the awkward situation we are in right now. Tauriel strikes me as a kind person but she is in an odd position," said Sara, watching Kili pull a long red hair from the chair holding it between thumb and forefinger frowning.

"How so?" asked Fili.

"In essence the elves are like our jailers, but at the same time they are tasked to take good care of us. But who knows if that might change tomorrow and we'll wind up locked and cells. I mean it's no wonder your uncle is so anxious. We are essentially in limbo and that's never a very comfortable place for anyone to be."

"Humm," said Fili, setting the cards on the side table. "I admit I'm not always the best at reading people. Take you and Uncle, I still can't believe I didn't see that one long before."

"Well then you better keep Kili close to you," said Sara unlacing her boots. "He's much better at catching things like that than you are. He knew almost before I did."

"True enough," said Fili. "What of it brother? What's your take?" But Kili was lost in his own thoughts, staring into the empty chair, twisting the hair between his fingers. "Kili?" called Fili. Kili's head snapped up startled.

"What?" he asked, hastily tucking the stray hair into his pocket. "What did you say?"

"I asked what do you think of Captain Tauriel? Do you find her actions odd?"

"Odd?" asked Kili, his frown deepening. "No. I don't find her actions odd. On the contrary she's been very kind and attentive, especially to Sara." Fili raised an eyebrow.

"You find her to be kind?" he asked, incredulous. "Are you not the same brother who swore he would never forgive her for claiming your kill?"

"I may have been too hasty in my judgment," said Kili, his ears turning pink. "I can't honestly say that I am positive I released my arrow first. I still stand by the fact that mine was the harder target, but she may have shot first."

"As you say," said Fili, shaking his head disbelieving. "I suppose it's better not to be at odds with the elves in any case. I must go." He gave Sara a quick squeeze before kissing her cheek and turning to leave. "I need to check on Uncle. If I don't he's likely to wear a groove in the floor in our room with his pacing."

"Maybe I should ask Legolas to slip something into his drink so he rests for once," said Sara.

"Not a terrible idea," sighed Fili. "I have seen him sleep very little since we arrived, but I would hold off for now." He grinned as the door clicked shut behind him. Kili sank into the chair with a grown as Sara shook out the half finished braids from her hair, leaving only Fili's braid in her loose hair.

"Want to play Crazy Eights with me?" asked Sara, sitting on the bed and dragging the little table between them. Kili nodded absent-mindedly and she dealt them a round, but something was distracting the dwarf. She had to prompt him at almost every turn. Finally she lay down her cards.

"Alright Kili, spill it," she said, tugging his cards from his limp grip. "What's on your mind?"

"It's nothing," he said, looking away and leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed looking for all the world like a younger version of Thorin.

"Bull crap, Kili. I just told you to go fish twice and you took cards. We're playing Crazy Eights." He glanced at the cards in her hand with a scowl. "You're distracted, and something tells me it has everything to do with a certain Elf captain. You got all tense when she arrived and you were very quiet while she was here. And don't think I didn't notice that hair you slipped into your happened between you and Tauriel in the woods?"

"Nothing happened," said Kili, looking away, his cheeks pinking as well.

"Mmhmm. Yeah that is totally believable and explains why you look so guilty when she is around. Do you like her? She is pretty, I wouldn't blame you if you did."

"It's not.. it's not like that," mumbled Kili. Sara waited, letting the silence drag it out of him. He sighed.

"It's my fault," he said finally, looking miserable.

"What is?" asked Sara, confused

"Her injury. It's my fault."

"But she said a spider got her leg," said Sara.

"And it did, but I could have prevented it and didn't," said Kili.

"What do you mean?" she asked, sitting up, curious.

"I was still so angry with her when I followed you and uncle off the path. Then when we got separate from the others I was even less than happy about it, but I'm not stupid and knew that my best bet at getting back on the path was to stick with her."

"I still don't see how you being angry got her injured." Kili drug a hand through his hair and then to the back of his neck, blowing out a breath.

"Captain Tauriel she... she didn't hold back at all, and not only did she fight to protect herself, but me as well. She had my back."

"But you weren't exactly looking out for her, where you?" guessed Sara. Kili nodded unhappily.

"I mean, it's not like I was trying to get her hurt or put her in harm's way on purpose, but I just wasn't as vigilant as I should or could have been. I was thinking only of myself and not her. Not thinking of fighting as a team. Even after she was injured she had my back. I felt... feel, so terrible about it. After she got hurt I quickly shifted but by then the damage was done. I cannot take it back no matter how much I wish I could, and all over a stupid stag. I know that she is mostly recovered but I can't help but think that it could have been much worse. She could have been killed because of my foolish grudge." He shuddered. "I hate to think how mother would chastise me if she knew. Even if Tauriel was our captor at the time, she's still risked her life for mine, and she is a female, elf or no." They sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity.

"Does Tauriel know?" asked Sara, finally breaking the quiet.

"I don't see how she couldn't. She's a very skilled fighter and no doubt could sense my lack of... well enthusiasm to cooperate and the following shift once she was injured." He held his hands over his face, leaning forward on his elbows. "She probably hates me and she would have every right to."

"Have you talked to her about it at all?" He shook his head. "Well maybe you should," she suggested. "I don't think she would hate you, and if by some chance she doesn't know you can come clean. At the very least you owe her a proper apology and explanation for your actions. I would have to agree with your mother though, regardless of your feelings for her, your actions were inexcusable." Kili's shoulders seemed to wilt under her words. She tugged at one of his forearms, pulling his arm free so she could squeeze his hand. "Don't look so miserable. I said inexcusable, not unforgivable, there is a difference. Make a proper apology and I bet she will forgive you. She doesn't strike me as the type to hold grudges, at least not for slights against herself."

"I know you're right," said Kili, his head falling forward to hang in shame. "I'm just not sure how to go about doing it."

"That's simple," said Sara, smiling. "Two words, I'm sorry." Kili half snorted, half chuckled.

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is, and it gets easier the more you have to say it. Just tell her how bad you feel about it. If nothing else happens at least you got it off your chest and you can sleep better at night."

"But how do I fix it?"

"You can't, all you can do for now is vow to do better in the future and not repeat the mistake, that's all anyone ever can do. You can't take back words once said, or actions once done, or in this case not done. I guess not all scars we learn from are on our skin."

"Don't… dont tell anyone," said Kili, miserably. "Especially Fili or uncle. I don't want them to know." Sara thought for a moment, remembering her promise not to keep secrets. Seems they would need to revise that agreement slightly.

"I won't tell them unless they ask," she said. "I'll send them to you for an answer. Fair? I promised no more secrets from Thorin."

"That's fair," sighed Kili. "Although I hope they don't ask."

"I don't think they will. They are kind of preoccupied at the moment dealing with this whole messed-up situation with King Thranduil and all."

"True enough," agreed Kili.

"Now," said Sara, scooping the forgotten cards into a pile before shuffling them. "Are you ready to play Crazy Eights... or did you really want to play Go Fish?" Kili smiled weakly through sincerely as he took the cards from her.

"I'll deal."

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The days crawled by... one...two… four... and now six. Meals came and went but the air of expencany only grew thicker and Thorin felt himself wax tencer as the hours and days ticked by. Did it really take so long for communications to come from Rivendell? Was Elrond perhaps so upset with them about their departure that he would not corroborate their claims? Even if he did, would Thranduil take his words as proof enough?

Thorin groaned and sank onto the bed. He had been so agitated the past few days that he had been avoiding the others, knowing himself to be poor company at the moment. Occasionally he had gone to talk to Balin, trying to prepare for what he hoped would soon be negotiations for peace, but as Balin had patiently pointed out, more than once, there was little to be done until they had spoken with the Elf King. Thorin had already gone to visit Dwalin who had come out of his herb-induced sleep two days prior. He had been much more alert today than in the days past, full of questions which Thorin had answered. The elf who stood in the doorway looking on had seemed miffed that they had continued to speak in dwarvish, but they had paid him as little attention. Dwalin seemed to have mellowed somewhat, but Thorin was unsure if it was his lack of energy, or that he had come to terms with their current situation. The warrior had even asked after Sara and Thorin had reported that she was almost entirely recovered. Sara for her part had not been to see him since he had awoken and Thoring was not sure he blames her, but perhaps soon they would be able to make amends once Dwalin had recovered more of this strength. There was a sizable chunk of flesh missing from his upper arm and shoulder where the spider's venom had destroyed the living tissue, causing it to slough off. Thank Mahal that he was showing signs of regrowth. The elvish healers had informed him that his arm may be very weak and it would be a hard road to full recovery, if full recovery were even possible.

Unable to remain still, Thorin rose and began to pace around the room. This waiting was unbearable. It had been six days now! Sara and Fili had tried to distract him as they could, trying to engage him in games, conversation, or enticing him with the food from the elves, but Thorin had no appetite, agitated as he was. The amorous looks he had been getting from Sara of late were no help in the matter either as there was nowhere to be alone with her in this short corridor, crowded as it was. Sara was hardly ever alone, Kili seeming to cling to her, as if trying to make up for his lack of attention through the forest. Thorin kicked angrily at the leg of the high back chair, turning it so he could sink into it, his head in his hands. He stiffened at the sound of footsteps and a knock outside the door.

"Thorin?" came a familiar female voice. "Can I come in?" He was not sure why, but he remained quiet, leaning back in the chair as the door knob turned. He closed his eyes feigning sleep while watching through his lashes as Sara entered the room. She peeked inside and spotting him, smiled before going to retrieve the ties and comb sitting atop Kili's pillow. She was on her way back past him when she paused, watching him with a slight frown on her lips. Tucking the comb and ties into her pocket she drew closer, bending over him. He closed his eyes completely, waiting for her next move. He felt the chair shift as she placed her hands on the arms leaning ever further over him. He tried to keep his breath steady and even, but could do nothing about the traitorous beat of his heart. She must be very close now or he could feel her breath on his face. He was utterly still, waiting. Nothing happened. He dared to crack an eyelid just in time to see her thumb and forefinger reach out and pinch his nose shut making him jump and open his eyes fully.

"I knew it," she gloated. "I knew you weren't really asleep." She grinning down to him as he rubbed his nose, glaring reproachfully up at her.

"What betrayed me?" he asked. She laughed.

"That's easy. You weren't snoring. Not only that but you were sitting way too stiffly, and I may have seen you peeking at me." He frowned. "Why were you pretending anyway?" she asked. "Trying to avoid me?"

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"No," he said sitting up straighter in the chair. "I was hoping to discover the method of testing you unemployed several days to determine if I was asleep." She glanced at the closed door before grinning and sinking into his lap.

"I could just show you," she said, tugging gently at one of his braids.

"Could you now?" he asked, enjoying her weight on his lap. She grabbed another of his braids with her other hand pulling him forward slightly before kissing him languidly. As the kiss broke he watched her for a moment before pulling his head sideways so his braids slipped through her finger's loose grip.

"You have become quite comfortable with me of late," he said, his hands moving to her hips. She pulled away, examining him, her brows furrowed.

"Sorry, should I not be?" she asked, making to stand. He seized her waist, pulling her so her ear was close to his lips.

"I make no complaints," he rumbled, nipping her ear. "I enjoy your pluck. Few are so free around me. I find it invigorating." He slid his hand under the hem of her shirt, letting his fingers trace soft patterns on the warm skin of her lower back. She shivered and reached for his hand, stopping him.

"I think you have been cooped up way too long," she said, grinning as she pulled away so she could see his face.

"You think so," he said, sneaking another hand around to the back of her neck, pulling her forward so her lips met his. To his gratification she came very willingly, dropping his hand to slip hers around the back of his neck. He bit at her bottom lip and eagerly she let him in. After several steamy, breathless minutes she broke away, resting her forehead on his.

"We have both, definitely, been cooped up inside too long," she said, pulling away as he tried to place several kisses on her neck, giggling as his beard ticked her sensitive skin. He growled, knowing she was right. He was fully aware that if she did not soon vacate his lap, his frustration would become only too obvious to her. They were both spared this embarrassment as the sound of rappid feet approached. Sara sprang to her feet just as Fili burst through the door.

"Uncle!" said Fili, coming to a halt as he took in the all too apparent situation.

"Hi Fili," said Sara, blushing as she pulled at her shirt, trying to straighten the wrinkles. Thorin stood, surreptitiously adjusting the front of his trousers. Apparently not surreptitiously enough to avoid Fili's notice. His nephew scowled at him disapprovingly.

"Was I interrupting something?" said Fili in dwarvish, folding his arms over his chest, looking cross.

"Mind your words and your business," replied Thorin cooley. Sara looked between them irritated at not being able to understand their words but fully able to read the mood.

"You forget she is my business," said Fili, stepping between them. "She is to be my heart sister and even if you do best me, until that time comes I am responsible for her well-being, in every way, including those who wish to court her. You would do well to remember that."

"And you would do well to remember to whom you speak," said Thorin. "You are not yet king. You grow too bold."

"Yes! When it comes to Sara I would be bold and face anyone if it is in her best interest, and you can hardly blame me when you were the one who taught me thus."

Thorin pinched the bridge of his nose, grumbling under his breath. The galling part of the situation was that he knew Fili to be in the right. He was indeed obliged to bend to his nephew's wishes where Sara was concerned until such a time as he could disprove Fili's claim as heart sister. It was frustrating not to have full authority in something. Perhaps he had grown too accustomed to not being questioned. He had to admit that his nephew's devotion to Sara and her wellbeing were more than admirable and only reinforced Dwalin's claims that the whelp was maturing at a rapid rate. At least Erebor was assured a good ruler in the future… so long as Erebor had a future.

"So... what's up Fili?" asked Sara, shoving her hands in her pockets, effectively breaking the mood between them. Fili's defiant glare slid from Thorin, softening as he addressed Sara, returning to Westron.

"There is news." He looked back to Thorin. "King Thranduil is requesting your presence. Prince Legolas is waiting to guide us. He says you may bring whoever you wish."

"Did he say why?" asked Thorin. Was this possibly a trap?

"No, simply that your presence was requested," replied Fili.

"It must be good then," said Sara, biting her lower lip. Thorin looked at her, quirking an eyebrow. "Well if it were bad news we would probably just be hauled off to cells, but Legolas is here to escort us and they said you can bring whoever you want. Sounds like they at least want to talk if nothing else."

"I agree with Sara," said Fili. "What would you have me do Uncle?" Thorin thought for a moment.

"Get your brother and Balin. Meet us at the head of the corridor. Sara, you come with me."

Within minutes the entire company stood clustered at the end of their enclosed hallway. The elf Prince stood looking on, his hand on the hilt of Orcrist as he waited for them. When at last Balin, Fili and Kili had come to the front Thorin nodded to the Elf Prince.

"We are ready. Lead on."

"Wait," squeaked Bilbo's voice as he pushed to the front being careful not to jostle his arm. "May I join you?" Thorin regarded him for a moment before nodding.

"As you wish Mr. Baggins. You are welcome."

"Anymore and you may as well bring your entire party," griped Legolas, turning to lead the way. Thorin ignored him and instead grabbed Sara's gloved hand in his. They were led down halls and across large caverns supported by broad stone columns until they finally stood in front of two large doors carved from wood. Legolas stepped forward and rapped sharply on the door and it swung open, flooding the hall with golden sunlight. Legolas motioned them inside and as they passed over the threshold Sara gasped, pulling her hand from Thorin's. The room was filled with the warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through the red and gold dappled trees that grew along the edge of the balcony that made up an entire side of the room. Seated at the head of a wooden table was the Elf King Thranduil, three envelopes and a dirty-looking pouch spread out before him. He watched them enter, amused as Bilbo was drawn to the balcony to peer out into the open world.

"Come be seated Thorin, Dwarf King," said Thranduil. "You and your... entourage may be seated." Thorin strode forward to trying to ignore Thranduil's tone and pulled out the chair and sat. Despite the opulence and beauty that surrounded them he found his nose wrinkling at the smell of rotting flesh which was no doubt coming from the small pouch on the table. Following his gaze the elf raised an eyebrow as if daring him to question it. Thorin ignored him instead watching the others find their seats. Soon everyone was settled, Fili and Kili to his left with Legolas, Sara, Balin, and Bilbo across from them.

"Why have you asked me here?" asked Thorin, addressing Thranduil. The elf smiled and gestured to the papers before him.

"There has been word of you from both Rivendell and the Skin Changer, Beorn."

"And do they substantiate our information?" he asked. Thranduil's blue gray eyes watched him as a smirk played at the corner of his mouth, clearly enjoying holding them all in suspense. Finally he spoke.

"They do." He opened an envelope and handed its contents to Thorin. "Lord Elrond does indeed say that you have been traveling with the Grey Wizard and that your quest was in large part orchestrated by him, though without the council's prior knowledge or approval. Elrond also warns me to keep a watch on my food stores and all silverware. It seems that he has been missing some since your... hasty departure." Thranduil's eyes flicked to Thorin and then to Sara and Bilbo. "He confirms that Gandalf did insist upon the presence of your woman and hobbit companions, though he did not give a reason. Perhaps you are willing to tell me." It was quiet for a moment.

"If I may King Thranduil," said Balin, drawing the Elf King's attention. "There is no way to know the mind of a wizard. He did however suggest that Mr. Baggins would be able to obtain the Arkenstone from under the dragon's nose without notice due to his habit nature where we could not."

Thranduil drummed his fingers on the table. "While an entertaining notion, a hobbit against a dragon, it still does not explain the presence of the woman Sara Miller. My son had observed some peculiarities in her habits and speech that he finds quite intriguing, but none that would make her more or less suitable for a quest of this caliber. What then are the wizards reasons for including you Ms. Miller?" Thorin looked across at her and could almost hear the thoughts racing through her head and Thranduil awaited her answer.

"I'm not entirely sure," said Sara, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. "It's true I'm not someone you would typically want along on a journey like this. I believe I benefit more than Thorin and the company. I have been separated from my family since long before I can remember and was raised by a kind elderly woman. For some reason I am unaware of, Gandalf took an interest in me, and when I discovered recently that I could possibly have family in Lake Town he insisted they take me along, as they would be passing through that town."

"Does this company not benefit from your inclusion at all?" asked the Elf King. Sara flushed, though Thorin was unsure if it was from anger or embarrassment.

"She has saved the lives of not only myself and my brother Kili," said Fili, jumping to her defence. "But Uncle Thorin as well. She has proved herself invaluable to us in more ways than one."

"I asked Ms. Miller," said Thranduil dismissively, waving away Fili's words. Legolas studied Sara as if waiting for something to happen. She sat up straighter.

"Fili spoke the truth. I have saved their lives but other than this, Gandalf did once express the hope that my presence might…. well might have a calming and genteling effect on the company, Thorin in particular." Her eyes flicked to him in apology. There was a definite smirk on the Elf King's lips as his gaze swung towards him, and Thorin found it difficult not to grind his teeth in frustration. He knew it had been Sara's only way out of a corner without revealing her secrets, but he would have to speak to that meddlesome wizard when next they met.

"And did you meet with success?" Thranduil asked Sara, never taking his eyes from Thorin's. Sara did not answer but remained silent as the two glared at each other.

"Surely it behooves a ruler to acquire all the traits and attitudes that make him most suited to his responsibilities," said Thorin, thoroughly unhappy with the direction this conversation had taken. "What does it matter how he comes upon them so long as he rules well."

"Well answered," smirked Thranduil.

"Are you now satisfied?" asked Thorin pointedly. "Or will you try to humiliate me further?" Thranduil regarded him seriously for several moments before leaning forward, elbow on the table, fingers pressed to his cheek.

"I am satisfied," he said, mirth returning to his eyes. "In more ways than one. Not only were your claims true, but I also find myself pleasantly surprised with the difference between you and your father and grandfather. Perhaps the wizard was correct to include Ms. Miller."

"Sara," said Kili. The table turned to look at him. "She prefers to go by Sara or Ms. Sara, not Ms. Miller."

"Does she now?" said Thranduil tapping a finger on the table top.

"I do," said Sara nodding.

"Very well Ms. Sara," said Thranduil dismissively, reaching for a dirty creased parchment in front of him. "Returning to the matter at hand it was necessary for me to also confirm your claims of armies to the east. To this end I sent word to this Beorn person, the skin changer. He is indeed a most crude fellow although he intrigues me. In response to my request for information on the orc and goblin armies he confirmed your information and expressed regret that my falcon was not large enough to carry back the two heads that are now mounted decorations in his garden. Instead, he sent hanks of hair from their heads, if indeed it can be called hair." Opening the brown stained pouch, he held up two grizzly chunks of hair and scalp between thumb and forefinger, eliciting a squeak of disgust from Bilbo who held his hand over his mouth and nose looking quite green.

"Quite," said Thranduil, letting the glory tokens fall back into the pouch. "If this Beorn holds these sentiments toward our enemies, I believe I should very much like to meet him in future." A disconcertingly sinister smile spread over the Elf King's face and Thorin could not hide his slight surprise at Thranduil's evident pleasure. Perhaps he and this elf could see eye-to-eye on at least this. "Besides this Beorn did speak of amassing armies and warned that it would be prudent to prepare for an attack from the East."

"And what of the third letter?" asked Thorin, nodding towards the last envelope that lay face down before the elf king. "Who else did you ask to verify our tale?"

"No one," said Thranduil smugly as he slid the envelope towards Thorin. "This arrived from Rivendell address to you." He took the envelope from the elf and opened it to find another smaller envelope and note inside. He scanned the short note and turned his attention to the envelope, the familiar handwriting catching his eye. Finally.

"Mother," said Fili quietly, spying the letter in his hands. He nodded and tucked the letter into his pocket unopened. Tharaduil watched them, clearly awaiting an explanation.

"It is from my sister, Lady Dis in the Blue Mountains," said Thorin. "We used one Elrond's falcons to communicate with her and this is her reply on a personal matter regarding Sara and an offer Fili made her."

"What offer?" asked the Elf King.

"The offer of heart sister," said Legolas, glancing between Fili and Sara. Thranduil leaned forward, clearly interested.

"Is that true?"

"Yes," said Thorin, frowning as he watched Legolas, who was watching Sara. He turned back to Thranduil. "If it is true that Lord Elrond verified our claims then what of Orcrist which was conferred on me by Elrond. What becomes of the blade?" Legolas' eyes snapped away from Sara and to Thorin. Looking displeased, the Elf King addressed his son in Elvish, the command in his voice clear. Scowling, Legolas untied the sword from his hip and placed it in the middle of the table.

"Elrond assured me that he did indeed give the bald to you," said Thranduil. "Though I am at a loss to understand why he would part with such a magnificent weapon. It is invaluable in history and prowess among my people, nevertheless Elrond has a greater claim on the sword than I and if he bestowed it to you I will not take it from you." Thorin reached to take Orcrist, but just as his fingers brushed with the dragon tooth handle Thranduil spoke, halting him. "I would however, like to make an offer for I desire this blade. I will offer you another fine sword and a more than generous amount of gold to part with it." Thorin withdrew his hand, wary of the Elf King.

"And should I refuse?" he asked. "What then? Will that be the end of our negotiations, for of a truth, I am loath to part with this blade. Never have I held it equal, be it made by my kin or yours."

"No," said Thranduil leaning back in his chair. "Nor shall you ever, for there are few other than it's companion Glamdring that could rival it, and I am informed that blade is now in the hands of Gandalf the Gray."

"I ask again, what should happen if I refuse your offer?"

"Then I shall be disappointed but unsurprised and the conversation will continue unhindered."

"In that case I choose to retain it," said Thorin, reaching for the blade's familiar weight and securing it to his belt.

"In that same vein," said Thranduil, his eyes lingering on Orcrist only a moment longer. "The restrictions that have previously been imposed on you and your company are now lifted. You are free to walk my halls unhindered and your weapons shall be returned to you forthwith." Thnorin inclined his head in thanks.

"You are most magnanimous," said Balin "We hope to be able to come to a mutual agreement to renew our old ties." Thranduil watched the diplomat for a moment before nodding.

"As do I, but there is still a matter to be resolved before we may come to that. The matter of the gems of Lasgalen. Should you be successful in reclaiming the mountain I would have them returned to me, for they are mine." Balin looked to Thorin. So they had arrived at the crux of the matter, the jewls and the broken alliance.

"I tell you of a truth," said Thorin, the words bitter in his mouth. "Though I am my father and grandfather's heir, I know little of this matter, for at that time I was not privy to the interaction between our peoples. I know only what has been told me after, and I am aware that my father and grandfather's accounts on all things pertaining to your people may have been colored. There are many things that I do not understand about that time."

"I suspected as much," said Thranduil snapping his fingers. A young elf boy entered the room through a side door bearing a wooden box. "You were still quite young at the time, thus I have had this retrieved from my records." Tilting back the lid of the box he withdrew a thick parchment and handed it to Thorin. He began to skim over it. Thranduil gave the discolored pouch to the page, waving him away. Throin grew more and more apprehensive the further he read, no longer skimming. It was a contract between Thranduil and his grandfather Thror for the shaping of the gems of Lasgalen into a fine necklace.

"As you can see when this paper was drawn up we had already agreed upon a set price for the commission," said the Elf King, reaching to tap a section of the parchment. "Not only that, but according to this contract and my own clear memory, the price was paid in full before the work commenced." He tapped yet another section and Thorin groaned within himself as Fili read over his shoulder. The Elf king was right and there at the bottom of the parchment was the bold signature of Thror, King Under The Mountain. Thorin slid the contract across the table to Balin who took it carefully.

"There was at the time a duplicate that your grandfather had in his possession, but who's to say what survived after all these years with the dragon in possession of the mountain."

"It will most likely have survived," said Balin, his eyes flicking back and forthe. "All important papers and records were kept near the King's chambers and the corridors in that area are not large enough to permit the dragon's passage. At any rate the treasure vault and mines are on the other side of the mountain so Smaug will have had no desire to disturb any other area."

"Excuse me," piped up Bilbo from Balins left. Thranduil's gaze swung to him.

"Mr. Baggins," said the king.

"I don't understand," said the hobbit, fidgeting with the sling on his shoulder. "If the contract was agreed upon and the price paid in full, then why the disagreement when the necklace was complete? What could have gone so wrong that you would refuse to come to the dwarves' aid against Smaug?"

"That too is something I desire to know," said Thorin, leaning forward. "You say you are honorable yet you failed to honor the alliance and help us drive out the dragon. You did not even ease our suffering after the dragos arrival. How can both be true?" The Elf King's cold gaze slid from him and back to the hobbit.

"Do you have any experience with dragons Mr. Baggins?" asked Thranduil, his fingers curling into a fist on the table. Bilbo shook his head. "No, I wouldn't expect a child of the Shire would have come across anything so fearsome, but I... I have." All was still for a moment until Sara gasped. The left side of the Elf King's face melted away to reveal horrific burns scars, but just as quickly as they had appeared, they vanished, leaving Thranduil's face whole and unblemished.

"Long ago, when I was still very young, I and my father before me encountered a dragon far away to the north. No one who has come face-to-face with such a creature would dare try to remove one from its horde, especially one inside a mountain." He turned to Thorin all mirth and emotion gone from his stoic face. "I tried to warn your grandfather long ago that his hoard was growing too great, and if not dispersed soon it would surely attract a dragon. But Thror would not listen, driven by the lust for gold as he was. Regardless of this we made the contract for the gems of lasgalen, but on the day I came to retrieve the completed finery and the remaining gems, your grandfather refused to release them to me. He insisted that the work they did was so exquisite that unless I paid him twice again the original price he would not honor our contract. I refused him insisting he give me my due, but he would not be parted from them. I left that day empty handed and several times I returned to try to make him honor the contract."

"But why would Thror refuse you your jewels?" asked Bilbo in dismay. "Why risk war over some gems. It seems very foolish to me."

"They were not merely common gems," said Thranduil, clearly annoyed with the hobbit. "The jewels of Lasgalen were not only the finest in my collection, but they bear a special significance to me. They belonged to my late wife and the necklace was to be crafted in her memory. Can you see now why I was distraught when they were wrongfully withheld from me. Even then I did not threaten war with the Dwarf King but returned several times to negotiate with him despite his condition, but the dragon arrived after a particularly bad encounter, putting an end to the matter."

"You misunderstand me," said Bilbo apologetically. "I don't understand why King Thror would risk your wrath." Thranduil snorted derisively and Thorin's heart sank knowing full well where this conversation was headed. The Elf King jerked his head in Thorin's direction.

"If you want to know the truth then you should ask your company leader. He is no doubt aware of his grandfather's condition, though he seems to have been spared that regrettable flaw of heredity." Throin glared at the elf king, but Thranduil watched him unrepentant.

"What's he talking about Uncle?" asked Kili, looking anxiously between them.

"Dragon Sickness," whispered Fili. Kili looked at him startled. Reluctantly Thorin nodded.

"You would not have known," said Balin. "You never met them for they were both gone long before you were born, but your grandfather and great-grandfather both suffered from the same affliction; Dragon Sickness you are aware of it?"

"It is a sickness of the mind is it not," said Kili.

"Aye, it is," confirmed Blain. "They were both affected thus. It is a fierce and jealous love of treasure, and in severe cases it manifest itself so strongly that it inhibits rational thought in the face of gold."

"I never expected it to be a real sickness," said Bilbo thoughtfully. "I had heard of such a thing but assumed it to be a legend or myth."

"It is very real," said Thranduil. "But I am unsurprised you would think so, it's hardly something that would trouble your kind, content as they are with their simple pleasures. That is why Thror would risk war with me over gems, and why I would not give it to him. I knew he was not in his right mind, and at that time Thrain"

"If you knew he was not in his right mind then why did you never help us drive out Smaug or even send aid?" asked Kili, trying not to fidget.

"That had nothing to do with the gems and everything to do with the dragon Smaug," said Thranduil. "By the time we heard of your people's plight and returned to the valley's edge the dragon had already ensconced himself inside the mountain. I hardly travel with an army when coming to negotiate with others, and even if I had a mind to intervene at such a late hour I had but a few dozen of my guard with."

"Then why did you not return with your army later," asked Fili, now examining the contract.

"The dragon was already inside the mountain," said Thraduil, trying and failing to mask the mounting irritation in his voice. "Have you any idea how futile it would have been to attack once it was inside? It would have been tantamount to suicide. Even your own kind knew this and would not come to your aid, and even if we had fought and by some miracle of the Valar met with success, our victory would have been pyrrhic. What use is a victory when there are so few left to enjoy it." He swung his icy gaze on Thorin, seeming to pierce him to the very soul. "After returning from a battle where my father and two-thirds of our hosts fell against the rise of Sauron, I was more than reluctant to spend more of my people's blood in a futile effort. I should think that after your battle from Morea against the Orcs, you of all people would understand this." A wave of anger and anguish washed through Thorine as he struggled to hold back his tongue.

"Aye, it was a hard won battle," said Balin, the melancholy in his voice effectively dousing the rising fire and Thorin's chest. It had indeed been a devastating victory, one that he would just as soon not have fought. Let Azog and his cur rot in the black pit of Moria.

"I cannot see how you hope to drive the dragon from the mountain," said Thranduil, taking back the contract. "But that is your business and I want nothing to do with it. However should you be successful and should return my jewels to me, I will help you defend your home and mine from all future attacks, not only that but your people shall have my support when they choose to return and inhabit the mountain. The alliance of old shall be made anew."

"Your offer is fair, for the contract in your hand bears my grandfather's mark, and I can even excuse your inaction when it comes to the dragon, but there is one thing that still stands between us. You never came to our aid and my people were left homeless with only what they could carry on their backs. Why did you never offer shelter, food, or supplies? If you claim the alliance still stood at the time of Smaug's arrival, then why were we forced to flee into the East with empty hands and bellies?"

"You were indeed forced to flee empty-handed," said Thranduil, pausing to spare a glance for his son. "But it was not by my doing or my desire. It was another who caused your plight."

"How can you say that when you're never reached out to help us?" asked Fili, aggitted.

"We did," said Legolas, his voice clear and strong.

"I do not recall ever seeing help come from the elves," scoffed Thorin.

"You wouldn't," said Legolas. "It's quite impossible to remember what one sleeps through."

"What are you talking about?" asked Thorin.

"The last time I saw you was when you were a young Dwarf Prince, asleep in your father's before he was called away. That was two days after the dragon attacked," said Legolas.

"I knew we would be of little help against the ensconced dragon," cut in Thranduil. "So instead I returned quickly to my kingdom and ordered supplies and food be made ready in great quantities for both you and the people of Dale. We sent out Captain Tauriel to bring aid to the people of Dale who had suffered the loss of their Lord Girrion and many others, but by the time we located your grandfather it was late into the second night. I sent Legolas to bring your grandfather and father to us, for the wagons and supplies could not reach the place they had camped."

"When I arrived I saw you asleep in your fathers arms," said Legolas, pulling a silver silver hair from his arm. "When Thror and Thrain saw the wagons, it was clear that Thror had been expecting something other than food and supplies. He did not want what we came to offer, but instead insisted we bring our army to storm the mountain. My father refused and Thror flew into a rage, screaming about the Arkenstone and the lost treasure. Thrain tried to calm him but Thror would have none of it. He threatened to end the alliance if we did not fight, but once again my father refused."

"It was futile," said Thranduil, picking up where Legolas left off. "Once again I offered the food and supplies, but Thror spat at my feet and swore if we ever crossed paths or we tried to aid him or your people again it would mean war between us. That was the end of our alliance and the last time we saw any of your kind until your unusual arrival here. Perhaps you will now understand my caution and why I had to be sure of your claims."

Thorin sat back in his chair, still and in utter shock. How could the elf be speaking the truth? How could his grandfather have done such things to his people, put them in such a poor situation?

"I understand if our tale is difficult to believe," said Thranduil standing. "And I have no proof to offer you, but I can assure you that I greatly desire to move forward with our negotiations. There is nothing I value more than the future of my people and their safety. If a threat is indeed rising in the East and they intend to attack us, we will rise to meet the threat head-on. I hope that we can come to an agreement, but for now I leave you to collect your thoughts and discuss as you may. Legolas come." With that, father and son retreated, leaving Thorin to stew in his thoughts and uncertainty.