*Thorin's POV*

"You lying, self-righteous, self-serving bastard!"
Dwalin and Fili hold me back as best they can from the wizard. It would be an understanding to say I was furious. Enraged wouldn't quite describe my emotions either, but it would do.
"Thorin, stop!" Dwalin growls as I shove and pull against him "Your fury will not make this any better!"
"You entrapped her?!" I nearly scream burning into the wizard's loathing and distant face.
"You knew she was alive! You knew and you locked her away!"
Lord Elrond stands next to Gandalf "He did what was best for her and those of middle earth."
"All she wanted was to go home!" I exclaim feeling almost tears brim in my eyes "You conniving snakes! You stole her life from her! You kept her here for your own sakes!"
"THORIN OAKENSHIELD!" Gandalf's voice booms "DO NOT THINK OF ME AS SOME VILLAIN OR THIEF IN THE NIGHT!"
Gandalf's voice lowers and his anger subsides just as mine slightly comes down.
"What the hell is going on?" Dwalin snaps now facing Gandalf and Elrond "You're going to tell us what happened that fateful day and you're going to tell us now."
Gandalf speaks as if he is on the verge of tears as I am. As we all are. Lord Elrond nods motioning for Gandalf to speak and the wizard leans against his staff.
"She was still alive. After she had brought you three back her heart was still beating. I just like the rest thought she was dead. It wasn't we were back in Erebor that I had realized she was still alive."
"You knew that every day she was alive?!" I bellow "And still you said nothing?!"
Lord Elrond steps forward narrowing his tired eyes "Son of Thrain, there are things you are not set to understand. Middle earth lies in the balance between the rule of good or evil. To maintain peace some sacrifices must be made."
I sneer "So you sacrificed her freedom. Locked her away in some cabinet like a trinket."
A gentle voice speaks out "It was not their decision."
Everyone turns looking at the stairs. A beautiful elf woman with long blonde hair and a flowing white gown descends down the staircase.
Her eyes look saddened as they lock on me "It was my doing Thorin Oakenshield."
"My lady Galadriel..." Gandalf starts but she holds her hand up silencing him.
"The Magic had depleted most of her life force..." she explains "In time she would have died. So I used a powerful Elvish healing factor. I placed her in a deep sleep that is almost like death but her heart still beats. We did not wish to deceive you but we feared darker minds would know of her and come for her. Now we know that day has arrived."
"You speak of the lady in black?" Bofur questions nervously.
Fili speaks up "But what would the witch want with Molly? The necklace held the power."
The elven woman nods "It did for a time. Now it resides within her."
The company begins conversing and muttering amongst themselves. From the corner of my eye, I can even see the elves whispering and looking to Molly's tomb. As everyone's chatter, growing rumors, and small arguments ensue I march away.
Storming up the tomb doors I know what I'm prepared to do. As I get to the double doors I hear Gandalf shout "Thorin!" but my foot collided with the double doors.
They burst open and I storm in. Two torches burn on both ends of the glass coffin that lays silent and cold.
The double doors have closed behind me and the falsified coffin resides before me with Molly trapped within.
I stare at the glass coffin frozen. Every muscle in my body tensed and my feet feel like cinderblocks weighing me down. As I'm standing there it's like I'm frozen in time. However, I feel a tug within me. A beckoning of sorts. An almost whisper in the air around me seems to breathe my name "Thorin..."
My feet move now light as air. Striding to the side of the coffin I look down awaiting to see some corpse. Some decayed face of the woman I knew. When my eyes look down through the glass my breath hitches.
Moly lays there peacefully as if she's asleep. She is not a decayed corpse or pile of dust. She is just as she was the day she was laid to rest.
My fingertips wipe away the dust from her glass domain to make sure nothing could misguide or play some trick on my vision. Quickly I grip the lip of the coffin lid and open it.
Now nothing stands between the girl and the King.
My fingers brush through her wavy hazel hair as the dried and wilted flowers that decorated her locks at her funeral fall to pieces and return to dust.
With my eyes full of tears I nod and grit my teeth. My arms lift her limp body and I cradle her to me. Her long gown flows as I turn and kick the double doors open and leave the tomb.
The company, Elves, Gandalf, Elrond, and the blonde she-elf watch me. I turn to them, my eyes blazing as I withhold my fury.
"She will reside in the dark no longer."