Chapter 9

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"Kaya's hurt!" I hear some says as I wake up

"Make for the shore! Come on, let's go!" Thorin shouts

We all paddle to the riverbank. I watch the other climb out of the barrels. Kili helps me out. When we're on the rocks, he helps me sit down. I grunt holding my side knowing that I should tell someone about the remaining piece of the arrow inside me but I don't want to be a nuisance. So I'll deal with it myself later. Kili looks at me frown, I wave my hand telling him I'll be ok, and tell him that he should go see if anyone else needs help, he nods and goes off. I see Bofur coming over to with a look of concern

"I'm fine, Bofur, it's nothing really." I smile and try to stand but eminently start falling

He catches me and sits me back down "Lass your hurt you need to have your wound checked."

I shake my head "Later Bofur really I'm fine we have more," I grunted in pain "Important things to worry about right now."

He sadly smiles and nods "Alright lass."

"On your feet," Thorin tells us

"Kaya's wounded. Her side needs to be patched." Kili says

"There's an orc pack on our tail; we keep moving," Thorin tells them

"He's right we need to keep moving that's more important, I'll be fine."

"To where?" Balin asks

"To the mountain; we're so close," Bilbo replied

"A lake lies between us and that mountain. We have no way to cross it." Balin tells him

"So then we go around," I suggest

"The orcs will run us down, as sure as daylight. We have no weapons to defend ourselves." Dwalin said

"You have two minutes, patch her up quickly," Thorin tells Kili

Kili kneels in front of me and tears off a long enough piece of his tunic I left mine just above the wound blushing out of embarrassment. Kili frowns as he warps the cloth around my wound I tear up as he tightens it. Once this done I lightly smile.

I notice some of the dwarves sit down and Ori kneeling by the river emptying his boot of water.

Out of nowhere, Dwalin leaps in front of Ori holding a branch. He raises the branch and begins to charge at a stranger, but the stranger shoots his arrow and it embeds itself right in the middle of the branch, between Dwalin's hands. Kili raises a rock to throw, but the stranger shoots the rock out of his hand too.

"Do it again, and you're dead." The stranger said as he draws his bow

Balin approaches the man "Excuse me, but, uh, you're from Laketown, if I'm not mistaken? That barge over there, it wouldn't be available for hire, by any chance?" He asked

The man lowers his bow and walks over to the barge and climbs aboard as we approach. "What makes you think I will help you?" The man asks

"Those boots have seen better days." Balin pointed out

The man says nothing as he begins loading empty barrels into his barge

"As has that coat. No doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed. How many bairns?" Balin continued

"A boy and two girls."

"And your wife, I'd imagine she's a beauty."

He frowns "Aye. She was."

Balin's smile fades "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

He is interrupted by Dwalin "Oh, come on, come on, enough with the niceties."

"What's your hurry?" The man questioned

"What's it to you?" Thorin asked

"I would like to know who you are and what you are doing in these lands."

"We are simple merchants from the Blue Mountains journeying to see our kin in the Iron Hills."

"Simple merchants, you say?" He asked

"We'll need food, supplies, weapons. Can you help us?"

"I know where these barrels came from." He said looking and the damage on the barrel

"What of it?" Thorin snapped at him

"I don't know what business you had with the elves, but I don't think it ended well. No one enters Laketown but by leave of the Master. All his wealth comes from trade with the Woodland Realm. He will see you in irons before risking the wrath of King Thranduil." he says boarding his barge and tosses a rope to Balin.

"I'll wager there are ways to enter that town unseen," Balin said

"Aye. But for that, you will need a smuggler." The man said

"For which we will pay double." Balin offered

He looks at us suspiciously. Then motions for us to come on.

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