When Tauriel had heard of Erebor, she had been told stories about gleaming gold, shining gems, and glistening marble hallways - not dust and the stench of dragon feces (yet another way the dead dragon still lingered on in the mountain).
Fili and Kili were bent over on the floor, scrubbing away at the dirty floor. The two had been working for some time, and finally the floor was again beginning to gleam.
Tauriel continued sweeping, getting as much dust and dirt as she possibly could.
Kili looked up and wiped sweat from his brow. "Fili and I really appreciate you helping us clean, Tauriel, but we'd much rather have you sweep us off our feet."
