Thorin didn't know what to do now that he was staring down the strung arrow of a blonde elf. He wanted to fight but knew he and his kin were no match for the elves in their foggy state. It was only when he saw (Name)'s (H/C) hair out of the corner of his eye did he lose composure. His eyes snap to her to see that a nearby elf was cradling her in his arms as her head lay gently against his chest.

"What have you done to her?" Thorin asks anger filling his chest and words.

"What is it to you?" The blonde elf asks narrowing his eyes at Thorin.

"She's a friend. Now, what have you done to her?" Thorin inquires his brow narrowed in anger.

"We found her as she collapsed to the ground in fear."

"Give her to us, we'll carry her." Thorin orders causing the elf to narrow his eyes at him and scoff.

"What help could you give her that we cannot?" The elf scolds annoying Thorin greatly. "She'll remain in our care until the king decides otherwise." He adds before turning from Thorin and to the other dwarves as his men start to search them all. As he is given Thorin's sword he lifts it up and admiring its craftsmanship says, "Echannen i vegil hen vin Gondolin. Magannen nan Gelydh." (This is an ancient Elvish blade. Forged by my kin.) He pauses his eyes meeting Thorin's as he adds, "Where did you get this?"

"It was given to me." Thorin answers honestly but the elf scowls, and points the sword at Thorin.

"Not just a thief, but a liar as well." He accuses before ordering his kin to take them.

After then blonde sheathes the sword he walks over to where (Name) is being held by another elf and after a brief word he lifts her into his arms to carry himself. Thorin stares at him with anger and jealousy filling his body as the elves begin to lead the dwarves away. As they begin to walk, Bofur turns and whispers to Thorin, "Thorin, where's Bilbo?" Thorin looks around, but sees no sign of Bilbo.

The dwarves are led through the woods and over a bridge and into the Woodland Realm. After they pass through, the blonde elf pauses before he addresses the guards of the gate. "Holo in ennyn." (Close the gate.)

The blonde elf turns, sensing something, and looks down the bridge. Seeing nothing after a few seconds, he turns and walks through the gates as they close. The dwarves are led through the raised wooden walkways of the Woodland Realm. The entire place is built out of tree roots in a subterranean cavern. The rest of his kin are taken deeper into the city, to the dungeons he reckons. He unfortunately loses sight of (Name) when he is brought to a familiar face.

Thranduil, the king of Mirkwood, and the elf that turned his back on the suffering of Thorin's people sits on his throne his eyes focused on Thorin.

"Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon. I myself suspect a more prosaic motive: attempted burglary, or something of that ilk." Thranduil says as he looks closely at Thorin. "You have found a way in. You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule: The King's Jewel, the Arkenstone. It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that. There are gems in the mountain that I too desire. White gems of pure starlight. I offer you my help."

"I am listening." Thorin replies cocking an eyebrow at the elf.

"I will let you go, if you but return what is mine."

Thorin turns and slowly starts walking away.

"A favor for a favor." Thorin adds scoffing.

"You have my word. One king to another." Thranduil concludes.

Thorin stops walking. Still facing away from Thranduil, he speaks. His voice gets louder and louder as he speaks. "I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us!" Thorin spins around and point at Thranduil. He is now shouting. "You lack all honor! I've seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you turned your back. You turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us! Imrid amrad ursul!" (Die a death of flames!)

Thranduil leaps down from his throne and puts his face right in front of Thorin's.

"Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin. I have faced the great serpents of the north." As Thranduil speaks, his face contorts, revealing his face covered with what appears to be burns and scars from his past encounters with dragons. His left eye is milky and unseeing. He draws away, and his face returns to normal. "I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he would not listen." Thranduil turns and walks up the steps to his throne. "You are just like him."

Thranduil motions, and guards grab Thorin and haul him toward the dungeons.

"Stay here if you will, and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I am patient. I can wait."

"Wait!" Thorin calls making the guards pause. "What of my companion?"

"Your dwarves will remain in the dungeon along with you."

"The human woman that was with us. Return her to us." Thorin orders making Thranduil narrow his eyes at him.

"You are in no position to be giving me orders dwarf." Thranduil spits.

"What will you do with her?" Thorin inquires trying to keep his composure.

"She will be seen by our healers and then who knows?" Thranduil waves his hand signaling the end of their conversation.

Thorin is dragged down the vast hallways until they reach the dungeon. Then he is thrown into a cell beside the other dwarves, and his jailer walks away with a ring of jangling keys.

"Did he offer you a deal?" Balin inquires from his cell.

"He did. I told him he could go 'Ish kakhfê ai'd dur rugnu!' (I spit upon your grave!) - him and all his kin!"

Hearing this, Balin closes his eyes and sighs wearily in frustration. "Well...that's it, then. A deal was our only hope."

"Not our only hope." Thorin adds under his breath thinking about Bilbo.

"What did they say about (Name)?" Bofur asks making Thorin let out a defeated sigh.

"The good news is they are taking her to their healers. Bad news is that is all they would tell me."

"Don't worry Lads, the elves may be bastards, but they are some of the best healers. I'm sure she will be fine." Balin adds making Thorin roll his eyes.

(Name) should be there with him. He pauses a moment as he realizes what he just thought. Thorin reaches up and scratching the back of his neck thinks back to when he had initially heard her screams of panic. He had tried to find her but it was too late as they were all surrounded by spiders. He hoped and prayed that she was okay.

Thorin wouldn't admit it out loud but he had grown rather fond of her. Moving to the back of his cell he sits down and thinks back on when he met her. She was feisty, from the very moment he they had met she had challenged him. He smiles at the memory. If he survived this, he would tell her how he felt.

His eyes widen at the thought. What exactly did he feel for her? Even if it was more than companionship, he could never tell her. She wanted to return to her home. She didn't belong here. Thorin's heart clenches at the idea of never seeing her again; but what was he to do? She had made it quite clear she wanted to return to her world.

Would she change her mind if he told her he had feelings for her? Closing his eyes, he leans his head back against the cool wooden wall and lets out a heavy sigh. 'Thorin...' he hears her sweet voice calling his name causing his brow to furrow as he opens his eyes to see that a vision of her has appeared before him.

"(Name)?" He says his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiles as she kneels down in front of him, her hands reaching up to rest on his thighs. Thorin gulps down a breath of air as he, unable to move, watches her. 'Don't you have something to say to me?' she asks as her hands start to drift awfully close to his aching member.

"You're not real." He says more to clear his head than to actually reply to her.

'That's not what you want to say, is it?' She adds lust thick on her voice.

"You're not her. I'll tell her when I'm ready." Thorin adds folding his arms over his chest.

'What if you're never ready?' She inquires her fingers grazing over the ties on his trousers. 'What if she doesn't want to hear it?'

"Stop." He orders narrowing his eyes at her as he gulps down a breath of air.

'Stop what?' She asks her eyes narrowing at him as she moves from her spot between his legs to straddle his waist. She reaches up gently cupping his face continues, 'You said it yourself, I'm not real. I'm just a figment of your imagination. What I do, is what you want her to do.'

"That's not the point." Thorin growls reaching up to grab the vision's hands and pull them away from his face but his hands go straight through her. "Get off."

'You should tell her sooner rather than later, or by the time you gather your nerve, it will be too late.' And with that she vanishes leaving Thorin feeling irritated and little embarrassed.