"I'll draw them off."

She could feel the phantom touch of hands skimming over her body everytime she as so much as took a small tumble upon the uneven terrain, could feel eyes constantly flickering around her body, breath curling around the back of her neck as everyone watched her move around, bodies tense and ready to catch her. Nymeria was simply ready to start lashing out everytime she caught their gazes when they occasionally crossed, her hands clenching and unclencing by her side as she walked across the uneven earth and purposely ignored them all.

In all honesty, she wasn't quite sure the dwarves had even noticed as they surrounded her at all sides in a protective circle, somehow still giving her a wide berth when she'd almost bit one of them, but close enough that if a danger came forward, she'd be the safest she'd ever been...And spirits did she hate it, hate the feeling of weakness in her still healing bones, hated the way that they seen her as something to protect...and not something to fear. Nymeria was a creature capable of great destruction, and just because she acted tame around her hobbit, did not mean that the wilderness had ceased to swirl patterns in her godly blood of golden elixir.

Speaking of her hobbit, Bilbo was still by her side, carring all of their things around his back with his face flushed with strain and everytime she'd so much as lift a finger to help him, he'd instantly start off into a rant about how she was lucky he was allowing her to continue to move around, about how she should be resting instead of going with the others to find the Troll's cave, seemingly very cross with her indeed but only getting crosser everytime he noticed the small smile he'd receive at his fussing that stopped him in his tracks.

"I still fail to understand how you even got captured by those vile creatures? Surely I would of heard you yell out from the campsite?" The faè questioned after calming another one of his rants, grunting slightly when her ribs gave a nasty twinge as the bone continued to heal over, muscle forming around the broken skin and it was only her who could hear the disgusting squelch, and behind her, unaware of the way the dwarf princes had suddenly frozen in fear at the line of questioning.

"Ah yes, well about that..." Bilbo began, chucking slightly under his breath awkwardly as he nervously fiddled with his suspenders, refusing to look over at his companion and instead trailing his gaze to the wizard far ahead of them with a low wince. "That might of been my fault, you see when I went to give Fili and Kili their dinner, we realised that the ponies were being taken and that's where we found the trolls, then they suggested that I go free them because-"

"What?" Nymeria hissed, eyes flashing as she didn't even let him finish, ignoring his indignant huff at being interrupted as she turned around to stare down the suddenly sheepish looking dwarfs who'd both insisted on walking behind her in case the fell, her face twisting into a hellish expression of rage as it blossomed under her skin, filling her every crevice with burning anger as she thought how close she'd come to losing her hobbit. "Are you telling me you sent my hobbit into that territory alone? Knowing that there were Trolls there? You little-"

The faè took a step forward, hands glowing their ominous swirl of red hues that made hairs stand on edge and chills creep up spine, the unnatural aura of it all striking even the most bravest of hearts, but it seemed that her body didn't agree with her aggressive approach as she grunted in pain, a grimace taking hold as her still healing bones shifted and splintered inside her prison of immortal flesh. She felt her step sway, but before  she could fall, she felt the familar hands of the blonde dwarf catch her, palms clasping around her forearms and steadying her quickly with his blue eyes flickering around her face, an emotion she had yet to acknowledge shining in his eyes as he held her still, worry on his brow with his lips thinned.

"You can yell at us later, but perhaps it's best if you rest for now." He told her cautiously, his touch lingering as he moved himself away but not going to far lest she take another stumble but she didn't, she just shot him another dark look but when she opened her mouth to reply, or perhaps even curse him, a voice suddenly interrupted them, whipping across the air and gathering everyone's attention as they all spun around.

"We found the Troll's cave! It's over here!" Bofur yelled, waving his arms out towards them and gesturing them closer and then dropping back down the small hill he had appeared from, having been one of the few dwarves selected to scout ahead from the rest, who were taking a slightly slower walk due to the fact that they were carrying their own supplies and backpacks now that their ponies had long since disappeared, and none of the waited a moment before they were rushing off after him.

Nymeria sighed before following after them at a much more subdued pace, still able to feel Fili's gaze firmly planted onto her back as he brought up the rear. However, she didn't exactly get very far before the horrific and foul smell of something disgusting hit her sensitive nose, stopping her dead in her tracks as her eyes watered and throat spasmed as she desperately tried to hold back her gag, holding her breath and stepping away from the gaping hole in the earth that must of been the mouth of the cave while some of the others didn't seem as repulsed, already diving in to look at the unseen treasures within.

"Are you alright?" Bilbo asked from the side of her the moment he'd noticed her change in already unpleasant mood, looking up at the faè's twisted features in concern as she made no move to follow the others, instead walking backwards until her back hovered against a tree, not quite touching it but close enough that she could feel the bark singing, but she just quickly shook her head, vertigo striking her already weakened mind and filling it with a burden of trying to stop the bile from escaping her trembling lips as she clenched them tightly and whined pathetically.

"Yes, I'm fine, it's just-" She swallowed with a shiver, hand reaching up the rub against her nose aggressively as if that would help with the overwhelming stench that swarmed around the place like some sort of disgusting perfume of something dead and rotting but it didn't, all it did was make her nose hurt even more so as she huffed. "-The smell."

It seemed a few of the others thought the same as she did as they hovered around the entrance but made no move to wander inside, Fili having finally moved away from being firmly planted at her backside to walk over to them, looking inside the cave with a small furrow to his brow, obviously concerned about his uncle and companions that were inside but making no move to follow, and Nymeria had a sneaky suspicion that it had something to do with the way his kept his blue gaze kept wandering back over to her as if scared that he'd look away for a mere second and she'd combust into flame.

"I think you may have an admirer." Bilbo whispered conspicuously, a small smirk curling around the corner of his lips, only to find a glare waiting for him as she narrowed her eyes, upper lip curling to show a flash of teeth that would be seen as nothing short of a threat to lesser beings, but her hobbit just chuckled at the almost playful show, but before he could add on to the conversation, their attention was once more, snapped over to the cave as the others began to pour out.

"Bilbo?" Gandalf called, the grey of his robes noticeable as he walked away from the swarm of dwarves, setting his gaze straight to the hobbit who quickly hobbled over to meet him with his companion by his side, her eyes dark and holding a certain caution when she noticed the small sheathed blade the old wizard was holding, a glimmer of red flashing over her fingers that was gone and quickly as it came as Gandalf only huffed a laugh at the display. "Here. This is about your size."

Bilbo froze as the old wizard placed the small sword in front of him, glancing up at the tall man, then to Nymeria, then back to the weapon as if awaiting for them to start laughing and declare it all some funny little joke to be cruel or to actually be humerous though he didn't find it as such, even repeating the gesture a few times just to make sure when nothing happened...before he slowly reached forward and gently plucked it out of his weathered grip, holding the weight between his hands, sighing softly with his eyes fluttering shut in something akin to exhaustion. "I can't take this."

Nymeria popped her head from over his shoulder as she leaned down to look over it, noticing the swirling engraved into the dark leather of the sheath with a raised brow, glancing back up to the wizard who nodded his great head at her unasked question, gesturing towards the blade in the hobbits hand with a certain resistance of his face. "The blade is of Elvish make, which means it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby."

"I have...I have never used a sword in my life."

"No, and I imagine you won't ever have to with your faè fighting your every threat for you. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one." Gandalf nodded at the halfling, and then over to the faè always standing by his side before taking his leave, leaving Bilbo staring at the weapon in his hands, unsheathing it to see the beauty in the sharpness, glistening in the dull sunlight and couldn't help but be reminded of his friend as she stared off after the wizard with a frown on her brow.

"Rather ominous fellow, isn't he?"

"You have no room to talk." Bilbo tutted, turning to look up at his friend with a quick shake of his head, bringing his sword closer to his body, looking around for someplace he could put it before Nymeria chuckled, stepping forwards and looped it around his belt, a red glow swarming around her fingers as she manipulated the belt to form another loop where she could tie it gently.

"Somethings coming!" And then there was a sharp yell that broke their moment apart as it shook the trees and installed fear into the veins as everything crumbled, the company instantly on high alert at Thorin's call, hands hovering over weapons as they looked around wildly for the source of such commotion, but it wasn't until Gandalf had stood to his full height, his deep voice residing loudly amongst the panic did they all start moving away from the gaping mouth of the cave. "Stay together! Hurry, now! Arm yourselves!"

The faè quickly stretched across the space behind her, grabbing the front of Bilbo's shirt and tugging him towards her as she followed after the tall wizard, her skin pricking as she felt someone come up to the side of her, and she knew without even looking from the gentle scent of leather swirling around her senses it was Fili, she simply rolled her eyes before making sure that Bilbo was still behind her.

They all came to a defensive position in a clearing, Nymeria's hands beginning to glow with dangerous chaos as she stood in the middle of them all, teeth bared and eyes bloody, ferocious and mangled and looking half a forgotten god as her sensitive ears picked up the noises of snapping branches, heavy breathing and the pounding hearts of the dwarves surrounding the area at all ends, each and everyone of them awaiting the threat.

And they didn't have to wait long as a strange looking fellow dressed in browns and earthy tones burst through the bushes on a slay led by rather large rabbits, pulling his mighty steeds to an abrupt stop as he yelled out like a mocking roar, dark eyes frantic and terrified and absolutely wild. Nymeria didn't hesitate to pull Bilbo closer as she kept her gaze trained on him, freezing slightly as she finally recognised him with a weak wince that pulled at her features...because she had a feeling that she wasn't going to end well no, this wasn't going to end well at all.

"Radagast. It's Radagast the Brown!" Gandalf called out in suprise and then relief, putting his sword away as he approached the frantic wizard, the dwarves around them all exchanging confused looks and not yet putting their own weapons down just in case as they watched the strangely dressed duo hug. All the while Nymeria looked ready to bolt at a moments notice as she inconspicuously moved backwards just a bit, trying to hide beneath the comfort of the trees. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I was looking for-" Radagast began quickly, voice nothing more than a scrambled grab of words as he fumbled with his own fingers as he tried to make sense of the garbled mess of his own mind in front of his old friend, absentmindnessly taking a quick glance around at the company he kept suspiciously...before he took a sudden double take, misty eyes going wide at the familar face of the creature who had almost killed him all those years ago, and then he stumbled, pointing a brown stained finger towards the figure in absolute terror. "You!?"

Nymeria sighed slowly as her shaking hands stopped their glowing, physically deflating in on herself as she gave the older looking man a single, affirming nod. "Me."

"Ah, yes. Nymeria had told us about your little scare all those years ago-" Gandalf said peacefully, trying to ease the quick tension by placing one of his large hands onto his fellow wizards shoulders, wanting to change the subject back to what had frightened him so as the dwarves watched the interactions happening before them. However, it was all for naught as Radagast scoffed at that mere implication, brows raising to his hairline as he pointed back at her once more as if condemning her, as if lecturing her like a bloody child.

"Little scare? She tried to behead me!"

There was a silence after his revelation, and the faè felt more than seen all the accusing eyes turning towards her as she glared up at the sky, begging for a strength she most definitely did not have at that moment, before a sigh slipped through her parted lips and she gave the wizard a sarcastic looking smile that felt fake on her face, stubbornly ignoring looking at her unfortunate company. "Ah, but I didn't."

"Yes, because I had the good sense to duck before you swung your w-"

"Don't." Nymeria suddenly snarled dangerously as she remembered what she'd done, what she'd used to almost behead him and the loss still heavy on her mind, her voice that was usually so monotone and cool now brimming with a dangerous sort of threat that had the whole company jumping with unease as her dark magic flared up around her, the trees darkening and rotting, curling in on themselves like wiltering flowers as they felt her deathly grief as if it were their own and it left them in tremendous agony that they would remember for centuries to come.

And it was then that Radagast the brown froze as he stared at the powerful creature that seemed to dance with destruction and disaster like it was a game, wondering why the change of colour in her eyes and the taste of magic, the likes of which were like nothing he'd ever seen in his years upon the earth, until he finally looked at her...properly looked at her and found that there was no longer two ominous wings striking the land behind her, found that there was no fluttering breeze or stretching shadows to force his hand and felt pity swirl in his chest. "Oh...I see."

Upper lip curling, Nymeria finally broke the staring contest to look off into the forest beside her, the loss sitting inside her until all she could feel was the all-consuming heaviness of rage and mourning swirling amongst her veins until she felt ready to simply explode at the seams, become one with the quiet forest around her and finally allow the chaos that blistered to swallow her whole.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Gandalf leading his fellow wizard away, talking to him in low tones about his true reason for coming, for finding him, that only she'd be able to hear if she cared to, but she was much too busy trying to ignore the bone-deep ache of her memories that maimed her...and, of course, the scolding look of her hobbit as he stared up at her, his weapon finally placed back into his sheath so he could have his hands braced on his hips and lips thinned in a show of obvious displeasure. "So...you just gave him a 'little' scare did you?"

"Well-"

"Trying to kill someone is not a little scare, Nymeria!"

She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, because she knew there wasn't exactly alot she could say in her defence, and she knew that Bilbo wasn't angry about the whole potential murder idea, but more so on the fact that she'd lied to him about it. But the truth was, she was slightly ashamed of the person she'd been all those years ago, one who's protection of the creatures of the Moors had been her top priority and those who even remotely looked to be a threat were nothing but insects to be taken out, back when her magic wasn't as cruel and she had to rely on her body as her defence.

Back when she'd been taught that her teeth made better weapons than her hands, and her wings made better weapons than her feet...Nymeria opened her mouth but then quickly closed it in the same breath, drumming her fingers against her forehead in thought but, before she could even attempt to say something, it seemed that Kili had come to her defence with a cheeky grin stretching over his cheeks. "Well...she most definitely did scare him, poor bloke looked like he was about to burst into tears the second he saw her."

Bilbo turned over to the dwarf with wide and indignant eyes, absolutely appalled by the answer he was being given and taking quick note of the way his blonde brother tried to hide his grin behind his hand, obviously agreeing or perhaps even being the one to prompt him. "That's not the- this has nothing to do with you." He floundered, pointing a finger over to the both of them with his other hand still planted firmly on his hip.

"So really, she didn't lie. Just didn't give you the whole truth." Bofur shrugged, not even looking up from where he was brushing some dirt from his hat, not seeing the way the hobbit spun around in his direction with an expression of upmost offence.

"The dwarf has a point."

"Oh, of course you'd agree with them now they're on your side, is that how it is?" Bilbo scoffed in disbelief, turning back around once more to stare up at his friend just in time to see her lips twitch, as if she was fighting a smile, shrugging her own shoulders but keeping her lips thinned, lest she start to laugh at the way her hobbit looked so put out and affronted. However, as she finally opened her mouth to say something, anything, she was quickly interrupted as a chill crept up her spine and her hands sparked red. A haunting and ominous suddenly howl split through the air...and Nymeria's eyes began to glow.

"Was that a wolf? Are there- are there wolves out there?" Bilbo looked up sharply, his tone of voice nothing short of distressed, staring over to Bofur who's hands had tensed around his strange looking axe with a certain kind of panic in his eyes, that did absolutely nothing to put the hobbits mind at ease as he slowly moved so he was standing behind Nymeria anxiously.

"Wolves? No, that is not a wolf." And just as those words left the dwarfs mouth, Nymeria's ears pricked up against the side of her head, her dark skin practically vibrating as her magic flared as she heard the rumbling growl of...something coming up behind them all, and she quickly turned and brought her glowing hands up just in time to catch the strange looking creature in the grip of her magic, thick tendrils of pure chaos winding around the flailing creature and tightening its grip as the others let out startled yells.

But the faè was so busy making sure that the creature currently being crushed in the chaos of her magic was close to death, that she didn't see the other one leap out from the bushes with it dark golden eyes trained on her, it's gaping mouth filled with bloodied and grizzled teeth wide open to wrap around her fragile throat...but Fili had, and before it could even get close to her, he was between the two and with one fatal lunge, his sword was embedded into its thick skull with a sickening crunch.

She quickly turned her head to the side at the noise, time stretching over her slowly as she made eye contact with the blonde dwarf, the blue of his gaze holding her prisoner as a slash of blood danced over his cheek, matching the red of her eyes almost exactly...before everything snapped back into place and she felt her hobbits anxious hands grabbing onto her forearm in panic and she dragged her eyes away almost reluctantly to reassure him quietly.

"Warg scouts! Which means an orc pack is not far behind!" Thorin snarled, kicking the dead warg as if to make sure it was dead and then giving Fili a nod of his head, quickly looking around the clearing as if expecting another sign of attack.

"Orc pack?" Bilbo repeated indignantly, staring at the dwarf in horror before feeling Nymeria grip his shoulder protectively, unable to hear the slight hitch of her breath as she tried to keep herself steady, but feeling the beginnings of exhaustion creep up inside her, feeling drained and moments away from simply giving out, her wounds now having to be put on hold to heal while she used her magic offensively. She shook her head tiredly with a grunt, tightening her grip for half a second as her eyes glowed weakly, she could rest later, but for now there was danger afoot.

"Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?" Gandalf asked lowly, brows furrowed in anger as he walked towards Thorin, weathered hands wrapped tight around his staff as he stepped over the large body onto the floor, a seriousness in his old eyes as he glared down at the dwarf who just shook his head. "Who did you tell?!"

"No one, I swear! What in Durin's name is going on?"

"You are being hunted." Gandalf snapped breathlessly with his loud voice a mere whisper, using his large and quite frankly, intimidating height to look around the clearing, frantic eyes constantly moving, trying to find a way out, trying to see if there was anyway to get away from their possible but struggling as silence stretched on. There was a tension in the air, a knowing that blood was going to be spilled that day and the only question was who's...was it going to be the companies...it was it going to be their pursuers? "We have to get out of here."

"We can't! We have no ponies. They bolted." Ori shouted fearfully, looking down at them all from where he stood high on one of the muddy hills, reminding them all of what they'd lost, not just creatures to help ease their paths but transportation to run from threats. And then the entire company dissolved in panic, busting with movement, with energy, with feeling as their bright and dreaded emotions swirled in frantic circles around each and every one of them until it was all the faè could feel as she tried to calm her breathing.

Nymeria glanced down at her bleeding palms that dripped down the imperfections of her skin to fall onto the floor, ruined malice inside her veins making the ground stained and finding that the old wounds that had healed minutes ago had now re-opened, her magic directing itself to more important matters and felt a certain weight press itself onto her shoulders that made her chest ache as her eye flickered over to her terrified hobbit in determination. "I can't fight off a whole pack, but I may be able to hold them off for a few minutes-"

"No. There has to be a different option." Fili instantly snapped, not even turning to look at her as she shot him a sharp glare at his abrupt tone, rather shocked at how quickly she'd been put down but it seemed that the others were in agreement, or perhaps just not as willing to fight the sudden authoritative tone in the blonde princes voice as he looked around, all of them panicking and trying to think of what to do but coming up empty.

"I'll draw them off." Radagast spoke up, causing their attention to snap over to him as he nodded, more to himself than anyone else as Gandalf stepped towards him with fear and resignition in the deep grey of his eyes, shaking his head to the point it looked like his large hat would fall right off his head. "These are Gundabad wargs. They will outrun you!"

"These are Rhosgobel rabbits...I'd like to see them try."
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Her breath constantly felt wasted, chest heaving as she ran with the others, keeping themselves low and out of sight, the sounds of thundering paws and manic laughter of the brown-robed wizard slashing through the air, and the moment Gandalf was sure they were out of sight they were running once more, every step she took felt like a raging battle inside her own body as her bones continued to splinter inside her flesh. She wasn't healing, she didn't have time for it, and she was begining to pay the price as her wounds began to re-open, blood dripping over the contours of her face and the only reason she wasn't lost was because of Bilbo's tight grip on her wrist.

"You don't look so good." A voice whispered roughly from behind her, low and cautious and she didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, able to smell the familar leather and steel of the blonde prince, one of his hands hovering by his side as if to reach out and steady her everytime she mis-stepped while the other kept his sword warm in his sturdy grip.

"Speak for yourself, dwarf." Nymeria hissed, and even that stole away her energy like a bloody leech tearing away at her life source, before they were all forced to change direction once more as they went out into the open just to see the orc pack still chasing Radagast across the grassy landscape just a few unfortunate places in front of them, a grunt leaving her red-stained lips as she forced her back against a large boulder just to feel the familar sharp pain stricken her muscles with its vile touch.

And then, suddenly, the faè heard something above her that forced that agony to the back of her mind...heard the sound of claws scraping against rock and low growls and she quickly, without truly thinking about the action, placed her hand against Fili's broad chest to push him back further into the rocks they were taking shelter under to make sure he was firmly out of sight, casting her eyes over to the side of her where Bilbo currently stood, almost curled into her side as they all realised that a scout was above them.

For a moment, Thorin's gaze flickered towards Kili, looking at the bow held tight in his hand with a calculating look in his eye as his old mind raced and twisted, before he dragged his face away with the upmost reluctance to stare up at Nymeria who was already glaring at him, giving him nothing more than a single nod of acknowledgement as she bared her teeth in a grin. She paused, eyes fluttering shut and taking a deep breath as her hands began to glow, the dark red swirling over her fingertips, but they all could see the way it flickered like a dying ember, seen the way its colour had lost its particular vibrancy.

The faè opened her eyes, blood red swirling around them before she lunged across the ground, hearing the warg give a startled bark before she slashed her hands through the air with a pained grunt, taking its head clean off its shoulders and hardly noticing as it rolled towards her...because she hadn't seen the orc attached to it's back until it was too late.

An arrow was shot and lodged deep into the flesh of her shoulder as she yelled out, hand instantly moving to cup the wound while Kili ran out from behind the rock with a snarl to cover her before it could fire another one at her, shooting his own arrow into its neck, wincing at its dying squeals while his brother and the hobbit ran over to the fallen lass quickly but she waved off their offered help with panic in her eyes. There was a moment of silence as they all looked at each other, the calm before the storm as howls begin to haunt the air, ominous and striking and they knew, they knew the rouse had all been for naught.

"Move! Run!"

Nymeria bared her teeth and did just that, quickly pumping her legs as she practically danced across the steep slopes, reaching out with the hand that wasn't holding her bleeding arm to wrap it around her hobbits wrist and made him match her speed as she leapt and jumped and ran faster than she ever had before, wounded whimpers escaping her throat as every step felt like lightning coursing through her veins.

They came into a clearing, all looking around themselves frantically for any sign of a way to escape only to find themselves quickly becoming surrounded, the long grass tickling over their bodies as they quickly moved through it, the company trying their best to clump together in a protective circle, their hands clenched tight over their weapons of choice as they stared down their inevitable doom. "We're surrounded!" Fili shouted, deep voice tinged with fear, shooting quick looks over toward his brother in concern as he watched the younger shoot as many of their pursuers as he could.

The faè was a few meters away from him with her hands glowing weakly, and her shadow of her hobbit just behind her with his own blade held in trembling palms that stunk if fear and horror. But then she twisted her bloodied limbs together slowly, forming a dark sphere of pure chaos and without further ado she threw it at a cluster of wargs and Orcs heading straight towards them, her magic hitting its mark and all she was able to see of its effects were their insides scattering through the air grotesquely...and then she fell, knees hitting the ground with a fatal thump.

"Nymeria!" Bilbo yelped with his heart in his throat, instantly moving with her to try and catch her, small arm wrapping around her shoulders as she shook in his grip, body wracking in tremors as more and more wounds re-opened across her body, he quickly tried to readjust her, pulling her towards him so he could try and lift her and felt something wet spread across his arm after he brushed her back, and felt his face pale as he realized just what had paralyzed her so. No, not now. Please, not now he begged as her blood began to coat him, began to seep into his clothes like a memory about to ruin him.

"This way you fools!" Gandalf shouted, and Nymeria lifted her head weakly at the sound of his voice, her vision blurry and twisted but able to see the top of his wizard hat as he ducked behind a large boulder and she quickly tried to stand, just for her legs to give out once more, a harsh cry slipping through her lips.

"Bilbo, you have to go now!"

He didn't listen, or course he didn't listen as he tried to pull her away desperately, grunting with the effort of her weight but not giving up, however, he looked up sharply as the sound of a low and dangerous growl, just in time to see a warg charging, and he instantly moved in front of his fallen friend, holding the blade like he'd seen the others do as it got closer and closer, his heart pounding until it was all he could hear as fear struck him mute...but still he didn't move because his love was far stronger than his everlasting terror. And then it leaped, he clenched his eyes shut and then...he heard Nymeria scream.

Bilbo opened his gaze slowly, and felt his eyes widen at the sight of the beast ramming its body against a wall of glowing red vines, and he turned to see Nymeria, bloody and broken with her teeth bared like some sort of vengeful angel holding it back, looking like wildfire in barbed red...but she wasn't just like wildfire- no, she absolutely was wildfire, dangerous and uncontrollable, an aftermath of something lethal and slightly out of her wits. And then she threw her hands forward and shattered its skull with her stained magic, just to fall backwards once more but this time...someone caught her properly and hitched her up into familar strong and sturdy arms.

"Kili! Cover me!" Fili shouted in worried desperation, lifting her higher onto his chest and grimacing as the arrow still embedded in her flesh scratched the side of his cheek, but not even attempting to shrug it out of the way while it cut deeper into his uncaring skin as he sprinted towards where the others had ran too, seeing the hobbit follow after him, holding onto his small sword like his life depended on it while his dark-haired brother took up the rear, shooting arrows to everything that came close to them with a unusual seriousness in his eyes.

They all hit the secret underground cave at the same time, Fili leaping in first with Nymeria cradled like precious cargo in his arms, Dwalin reaching up to help make the journey easier, his scarred hand cupping the back of the lasses head so she didn't knock it when the two hit the ground. Kili and Bilbo jumped down next, and the two were instantly hovering over the blonde prince's shoulder as the faè grunted in his arms. "Stop picking me up."

"Strange way to say thankyou." He said, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips in relief at her usual venom that's burn only felt comforting now instead of painful as he rearranged his body so that her head was resting against his knee, his body desperately leaning over her in a wide berth, so that if the Orcs managed to fall down the hole alongside them all, they'd have to go through him to get to the wounded woman in his arms as he frowned down at her worridly, fingers carefully brushing over the arrow only to have her hiss and cry out in damned agony.

And then it was Dwalin that bent down at the noise and pressed his large palm against her forehead, cursing and grumbling under his breath as the sweat that slicked her skin and the heat that radiated off of her like a burning furnace threatening to scorch him like dragon fire, grunting wven more so at the sight of her wounds that looked ragged  and torn which would have far lesser creatures dead before darkness would fall, and then swiftly dragging his eyes to look back up at the blonde prince with a scowl. "We hav' to take the arrow out. Might be poisoned."

"Touch me and I'll tear your throat out...with my teeth." She hissed as Dwalin huffed, nothing more than a rough breath of amusement as he stood and crossed his arms over his chest and simply watched when Oín stepped forward, his weathered hand stretching out in front of him with his other hand holding his precious ointments, just to snort again as she quickly snapped her teeth at the older dwarf dangerously, making him yank his hand away, gaze once more flickering towards Fili with obvious amusement and something akin to approval. "Aye, I like this one."

"Bilbo, can you grab-"

"Oh, yes!" The hobbit quickly reached into his pocket, ignoring the few curious eyes that were casted upon him by the dwarves currently not arguing about whether they should continue to down the path of the cave in front of them, his fingers finally wrapping around the lilac flower he had stuffed inside his coat in case of emergencies, pulling it out and hobbling towards her and kneeling next to her.

"I don't think a flower is going to help your friend there, mister Baggins." Kili mumbled anxiously, hopping lightly from foot to foot with his face paling at all the blood currently staining the ground underneath her, watching as it sunk deep into the soil like roots being played down that would bloom crimson vines and rotting petals with horrified disgust, feeling torn between helping and throwing up at the sight of it all because there was so much red surrounding her, and he was pretty sure he could see the bone in her shoulder moving.

"Yes well, I'll have you know that this is no ordinary flower."

Bilbo tore it apart into little pieces and feed it into Nymeria's mouth, slapping her tongue when she went to playfully bite him with a tut but feeling relief settle in his bones at the small glimmer of mischief shining in her eyes, knowing that she was obviously healing if she was making an effort to make him laugh...but, what no one had been expecting that while she was distracted, Dwalin had used the opportunity to move towards her once more and quicker than she could see, wrapping his hand around the arrow and yanking it out as she gave a sudden shriek of pain.

"Oi! Watch it!" Fili shouted, lurching forward as if to do something but instead choosing to hover over the faè more protectively, a concerned frown taking up his features while Kili glared over at the older dwarf angrily, resting a hand against his brothers shoulder as if to keep him in place and make sure he didn't do something he'd regret at their close friend. Not that the blonde thought he'd regret it as Nymeria grunted in his grip, her trembling hand moving once more to cup the wound as more blood spilled out through the gaps of her fingers.

However, though she was reluctant to admit it, the dwarf had done her a favour as her magic finally recognised the threat to her body and began to swarm over her like bees to honey, seeping into the confines of her skin and stitching the muscles together far too slowly for her liking, the lilac flower doing its job to numb the pain as her legs stopped shaking and mouth stopped watering.

Nymeria pulled herself up, grunting quietly and slapping every hand away that tried to help her up, feeling the way eyes had flickered towards her, watching her every move but she didn't give them the time of day, already feeling weak enough as it was as she rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck, before glaring down at the dark tunnel in front of them all and then back over to them, large wound stretched across her forehead knitting together and painting her a rather impressive picture indeed. "Well, what are we waiting for?"