The hoofs of his pony drummed on the frozen ground. He spurred him a bit more, before sitting up in the saddle. He reached on his back and got a bow and feather out of the quiver. He put the feather on the bow and pointed it on one of the targets on his left. His bow twung when he shot. The air sung around the arrow. With a thunk the arrow hit the middle of the target.
He raised his fists with a yell. "Did you see that, Fili?" He pulled the reins till his pony trotted.
"Yes! That was amazing, Kili!" Fili jumped up and down in excitement.
Kili turned his pony, a broad grin on his face. He looked around proudly. Suddenly, he saw a woman, from the corner of his eye, standing behind a tree, on the end of his trainings field. Her golden hair shone. He frowned and turned his head, but when he looked, she was gone.
He trotted over to his brother. "Next time I'm going to try with two targets, so I'll have to shoot quickly."
Fili laughed. "That'd be awesome." He reached out and petted the pony's head. "But Dari is a good pony. He helps you."
Kili grinned and stroked the pony's neck. "He is. I should thank uncle again for him." He jumped out of the saddle and turned his head to see behind the tree. No one was there.
"What is it, Kili? You seeing anything there?" Fili came to stand next to him.
"No, nothing. I thought I saw a woman, but I'm sure it's just nothing." He clapped his brother on the back. "I'm going to take care of Dari. See you at supper."

The long table was fully covered with plates full of the most delicious dishes. The sound of dwarf voices could be heard from outside the large Hall. On both sides of the table the dwarves sat, hands and beards greasy of the eating. On the head of the table sat The King under the Mountain, Thorin Oakenshield. His hair was washed and his beard combed, the emblem of the line of Durin stitched on his royal outfit. He looked around proudly.
On his left and right side sat his nephews, Fili and Kili. Both of the dwarves were chattering happily with the dwarves next to them, every once in a while putting some food in their mouth.
When Thorin stood up, the whole hall fell silent.
"Dear friends, family, travel companions." He smiled and spread his arms. "Today, we will celebrate 5 years, of peace. 5 years without Smaug, 5 years of prosperity." He took his glass and raised it. "Let us raise our glass in honour to Bilbo Baggins, Bard and peace."
"Bilbo Baggins, Bard and peace." Repeated the hall and everybody raised their glass and drunk.
"Let the wine flow, and the beer, and let us enjoy this meal the best cooks in this mountain have made. Let us celebrate!" Music started to play after Thorin was finished.
"Uncle." Fili started, when Thorin had sat down again. "Kili has almost perfected his shooting. He hit the middle of the target from horseback today." He couldn't help sounding proud.
Thorin smiled and looked at Kili. "I am glad to hear. Lets hope you'll never have to use it for real again."
Kili grinned back at his uncle. "I hope so too. Although I wouldn't mind practising on a few orcs."
Thorin laughed and Fili and Kili laughed with him.
"I wanted to thank you for Dari again, uncle. He is a good pony and I am very happy with him."
Thorin popped a potato in his mouth before answering. "That's alright, Kili. I'm glad you're happy with him." He grinned and cut a piece of meat off the giant roasted pig in front of him.
The doors slammed open. A small but fat dwarf ran in, hobbling on his little legs. He ran over to Thorin. "My king." He bowed shortly. "An elf, an elf has come! She has messages from Elrond and Gandalf and Bilbo and Thranduil. An elf, my king! She waits in the hall." The dwarf tripped over his words, excited to tell them.
"Calm down there, Boro." He stood up. "Kili, Fili, Ori, Gloin and Balin, come with me." The dwarves he appointed stood up and followed him out of the Hall.
A hooded figure stood in the corner. Her cloak was green as grass and little feet in brown shoes peeped out underneath it.
"Welcome, elf. My name is Thorin Oakenshield, king under the mountain. Reveal yourself." Thorin said as he stood near, his companions lined up after him.
The elf pushed off her hood. She was not tall, only a few inch taller than Thorin. She was less pretty then most of the elves, though still prettier than any mortal woman. Her skin was tanned and her face was sired with high cheekbones and full lips. Her hair was long and golden, shining in the light of the lanterns. She was slender and slim. Two daggers hung around her waist. But it were her eyes who got their attention.
They were blue, dark blue, as the sky on a midsummer evening, or the sea on its deepest spot. The eyes showed calmness, but also hardness. Whatever she had been through, it had not been easy.
"Greetings, Thorin Oakenshield. My name is Mercië, daughter of Ferlain." Her voice was melodious and clear. "I am here to deliver you messages from Elrond, the elvenlord, Gandalf, the grey wizard, and Bilbo, the Hobbit, and Thranduil, king of Mirkwood."
Thorin smiled. "Welcome, Mercië, welcome in Erebor. Will you share my table before you deliver the messages?"
The elven-woman gave a small smile, which seemed to light up her face. "I am honored by your request, Thorin, but I would much prefer a bed to sleep in then a warm meal. I have been on my way for two weeks and have not seen a bed since Rivendell." She gestured to the door behind her. "My horse Súlion needs a stable and food. If you could give him that, it would be much appreciated." Her dark eyes ran over Thorins companions, looking into their eyes one by one. "After a bath and some rest, I will be ready to deliver the messages."
Thorin nodded, impressed by the elf. "Very well. My nephews Fili and Kili will bring you to your room."
"I thank you, Thorin Oakenshield." Mercië curtsied short and graciously.
Fili and Kili hurried forwards. Fili had a big grin on his face, but Kili looked kind of thoughful. The rest of the dwarves turned back to the Hall, their busy chattering echoeing against the wall.
Mercië picked up her stuff; a small but full saddlebag. "Thank you, Master Fili and Master Kili."
"With pleasure, Lady Mercië." Fili answered. "We don't see much elves here, because of our history together." He nodded. "Shall I take your bags?"
The elf shook her head. "My bag contains important things. I cannot let anyone else then me or the king touch them. But I thank you, you are very gallant." She smiled. "Shall we go?"
Kili woke up from his thoughts by the wack his brother gave him on his head. "Hey! Fili!" He reached out to do the same, but then he saw the elf looking, eyebrow raised and eyes sparkling with amusement. He coughed and clapped his hands together. "Alright then. Lets go!"
Fili and Kili both walked to another side of the elf and started walking.
"How was your journey, lady Mercië?" Fili started.
Mercië made a face. "It was alright. I am blessed with the horse I got. It is thanks to him that I came here so fast." She smiled down at Fili. "And I am no lady. Just Mercië will do." She looked around while they walked over one of the bridges. "I have always wanted to see the miracles of Erebor."
Kili grinned, making big steps with his short legs to stay in front of the elf. "I would like to see that horse. I have seen the horses of the elves, just twice. They are the fairest creatures I have ever seen." He followed her gaze around the room. "That wish can come true, then."
Mercië smiled. "They are. Though my horse it not one of the fairest, he is my loyal friend." Her smile broadened. "It would be a wish coming true indeed, seeing Erebors wonders."
They had reached a single door in one of the broader halls. Fili opened it with a key from his belt. "This will be your chamber, lady Mercië. I will let some servants come with hot water, so you can have your bath." He handed her the key. "If you need anything, give a call." He bowed.
Kili did the same as his brother. "It was an honour meeting you, Mercië."
She leaned against the door post. "And you, master Kili. I thank you both for your hospitality. I believe I will meet you again, when I deliver the messages to your uncle."
Fili and Kili turned around to walk away.
"Oh, and master Kili? Your bow work is very impressive." She sent him a sweet smile when he turned around, her eyes sparkling. "Goodnight." The door closed behind her.
"I knew it!" Kili called out.

Hi there my lovely dwarves, hobbits, elves and humans. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of my KilixOC fanfic! This is something I wanted to write for a very long time and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am not really sure about the Title, so if you have suggestions for the Title please tell me! The next chapter will be up soon! Kisses.