Your POV

Thorin and I were now married. Currently, we were sitting in the council room in Dale. We were there discussing another wedding that would soon take place, if Thranduil agreed. Kili desperately wished to marry Tauriel, but that was the one subject that no one could get Thorin and Thranduil to budge on. "Kili is a dwarf prince. He should marry a dwarrowdam worthy of him!" Thorin argued, causing me to clear my throat. When he looked at me, I merely quirked your eyebrow which caused him to look down sheepishly.

"Forgive me, my Queen. I did not mean it that way." I smiled at him and turned to Thranduil. "Thranduil, need I remind you how powerful love is? You've seen what it can do. Kili and Tauriel will find a way to be together, of that I have no doubt. Thorin, do I need to remind you who you married? Or better yet, what race?" Despite being a queen, I still held onto some of my piratical attitudes including saying anything on my mind. Bard simply sat in his seat, saying nothing. He was merely there to ensure the meeting did not get out of hand and that everyone parted on friendly terms. Before Thorin or Thranduil could say anything, Dwalin came bounding into the room.

We had brought Dwalin with us as a guard. Out of everyone in Erebor, Thorin and I trusted Dwalin the most when it came to being a protector. "Yer Majesties! Ya need to look at this!" he cried as he rushed over to the windows. I glanced over and my breath caught in my throat. I felt my eyes widen as I automatically stood. "What is it, Y/N?" Bard asked me as we all crowded the balcony. "Magic," was all I could say. I knew this wasn't good. I felt Thorin wrap his arms around me just as the cloud of magic hit the palace. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Thorin's POV

When I opened my eyes, I quickly realized that we were no longer in Dale. I look at my wife and saw something I hadn't seen since her encounter with Zelena...fear. "Where are we?" Dwalin asked. "Neverland," came Y/N's soft reply. My brow furrowed. She had spent many years here so why was she afraid? "What troubles you, Queen Y/N?" Thranduil asked before I could. "I have a...strained relationship with the ruler of this place. We were quite close a long time ago, then he traded me to my father. Every time I've seen him since, it's been in conflict."

"Perhaps he can be reasoned with, Amrâlimê?" I asked. She shook her head. "Pan may look like a boy, but he's a bloody demon. Unfortunately, no one gets off the island without Pan's say-so." I pulled her close to me and kissed her temple. "You defeated the witch. I know we can get back home." She gave me a small smile. "I hope so. Neverland is not a place I want to stay for very long." I noticed her exchange a glance with Thranduil. "Is everything alright, my love?" I asked her.

She assured me that she was fine, but I could not say that I believed her. "Where do we start, yer Majesty?" Dwalin asked Y/N. She let out a huff before replying, "I suppose the only place to start is by finding Pan. Perhaps he'll take pity on us and send us home." I nodded. "I wouldn't bet on that, love," came a voice from behind us.

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