The Undecided Title Of Sara Miller *Hobbit Fanfiction* (Thorin/OC)

Chapter 43: Arrival

"This better work," groweld Thorin, glaring at Legolas who raised an eyebrow.

"Or what? I know the only reason you woke me is to guide you back to the path."

"I woke you because Sara insisted we not leave you to the spider's. If I were on my own, I would not hesitate to leave you to your fate." She tried to smack Thorin but found she could not even muster the strength to speak. Legolas had only been awake for a few minutes and already they were fighting. She glared up at Thorin and he must have seen her reproachful for he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Sara risked her life to save yours. Because of your blatant disbelief in the spiders she is paying the price. If you had listened to us, none of this would have happened," accused Thorin before letting out a long breath. "But right now she is more important than my grudge against you. It will displease her for us to argue further, and will do more harm than good." Legolas stood and looked down at them, thinking.

"Why did she do that," he asked, peering at her in Thorin's arms. "Why push me aside." She shook her head minutely.

"She can be quite fierce," said Thorin, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "Who can say but her. I will only say that you are not the only one she has risked herself to save. It seems to be a habitual tendency of hers."

"Not a very wise one."

"On that we can agree, though convincing her of that is another matter entirely," said Thorin, lifting her as he stood. She rolled her eyes, unable to move any other part of her body. A smile pulled at the corner of Legolas's mouth.

"Very well," he said nodding in resignation. "You can't say now, but perhaps when you are recovered you will enlighten me as to your strange behavior. For now we must make haste." He reached to take her from Thorin, but Thorin held her tighter to his chest.

"Quite protective of her aren't you," said the elf, his mouth quirked in a smirk as he instead reached for a cord around his neck and pulled it over his head. A large white stone swung free of his tunic. He held the polished crystal to his mouth and whispered into its surface and brilliant white light shone from the stone.

"Come," said Legolas, drawing Orcrist and holding the light higher. "I will lead you back. Quickly now." Brushing a quick kiss on her brow Thorin hurried after the elf.

Sara did not know how long it took to reach the path again, for her mind was hazy as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her body was numb and limp save the burning in her left arm, and despite her best efforts, she found herself slipping in and out of sleep. At times it seemed like hours and others mere seconds between sleeping and waking.

"She's comin out of it," said a voice. Sara opened her eyes blinked blearily up at who held her. Not until she heard the voice again did she realize who it was.

"Bofur?" she asked, her voice squeaking. Her strength had returned somewhat.

"Aye lass, we're here," said Bofur. "Bifur, Ori, and I" There was a string of dwarvish and she turned her head trying to see Bifur. She blinked and waited for her vision to clear, but everything remained dark blurs.

"Something is wrong with my eyes," she said, feeling panicked. "Where is Thorin?"

"Don't ya worry about him lass. He's talking to that Leggy elf."

"Legolas," corrected Sara without thinking.

"Yeah that one."

"What happened to you Ms. Sara?" asked Ori, concern lacing his voice.

"Spider bite," she said weakly. "Where are Fili and Kili? Are they ok?"

"Don't worry bout them right now," said Bofur, adjusting his grip on her. "They will turn up. Ya need to relax." Fear spiked through her, adding to the pain building in her stomach.