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Thorin walked through the halls of Erebor. He had just come from a long meeting; all morning he talked of the mountain, the repairs, the finances, and the gold. Repairs in the mountain were going well, and dwarves were rushing in, eager to return to their restored home. Erebor now in much better shape than the way Smaug had left it. Families were moving into the rooms on different levels of the mountain, while Dale was rebuilt and race of man had returned as well.
Dwarves bowed their heads or bowed fully as the king passed. Thorin nodded back to them. Many of the darrow-dams smiled at him, batting their eyes, or giving double glances. Once he passed they giggled to themselves each eager to catch the king's eye, or one of the princes.
Balin had recently been bringing up the topic of Thorin finding a bride. It wasn't something Thorin had thought about for a while. Of course he had been married before, but only for a short time, and it was a while ago. But now Balin had proposed the idea, Thorin didn't quite know what he wanted.
Thorin ended up on one of the upper levels of the mountain where the rooms of the royal families were. The hallway was lined with evenly spaced doors carved with dwarven symbols decorated with gold, and silver. Two more rooms waited at each end of the hallway. Thorin walked to the right heading for the room on the end. He entered to find one other Dwarf in the room.
The room was very large and spacy, chairs and doors were placed along the far wall, three tables sat in the middle of the room with chairs around them. Desks held candles, lamps and papers, light came in through a balcony towards the right wall of the room, glassed doors closed at the moment.
"How was the meeting Thorin?" Dis asked looking up from her needle work
"Just talk of money, and repairs." Thorin said walking further into the room.
"Nothing new then?" Dis was seated at one of the tables.
Thorin went over and sat down on one of the couches, "nothing new." He took out his pipe and set it between his teeth, lighting it, "we are sending some dwarves to help Dale later this week." He looked around blowing smoke circle from his pipe.
"Where are Fili, Kili and Arian?" He questioned not seeing the younger Durin's in the room.
"I believe they went out in the forest. They should be back soon." Dis replied her voice gentle.
Thorin nodded slowly, "I hope so, otherwise they are going to be late."
His breath was heavy as the golden haired dwarf ran through the forest swiftly jumping over a log. An arrow whizzed by his head, narrowly missing him. He continued to run ignoring the feeling of pain growing in his lungs. Silently a hand appeared from the trees and grabbed his arm, a foot hooked over the dwarfs shin. With one swift movement he was flipped onto his back. He coughed lying on the ground stunned.
"Durins sake, I didn't see that coming." He grumbled turning on his stomach hoisting himself up with his arms. The person appeared from the bushes and laughed.
"Thorin said always be aware of your surroundings."
"Yeah, got that. But you didn't have to flip me so hard Arian." He stood dusting himself off.
"But where's the fun if I go easy on you, hm?" The dwarrowdam asked. She stood only a few inches shorter than Fili, her hair was wavy and a very dark brown that fell down over her shoulders, with three small braids, one on each side of her head, and the other in the back. She was beautiful, although beardless she had clear fair skin, blue eyes, and a fine figure. Fili wore his regular everyday attire, a brown tunic with a hint of light purple, with brown pants tucked into large boots. Going over his shirt was a brown leather vest lined with dwarven designs pulled together by a thick belt of the same nature. On his wrists her his bracers holding two of his throwing knives, his twin swords next to each other on his back a strap holding them going across Fili's chest. Arian had a white blouse on tucked into black pants put into knee high black boots the rim etched with dwarven designs. Her choice of weapon were two twin swords, the blades were sturdy and silver, with Dwarven runes etched into the top of the blade. At the end of the blade, the tip was shaped into a triangle with a wicked point, while the handles were covered in a deep blue leather, and a gold hand guard completed the weapons.
An arrow whizzed towards Arian, she ducked out of the way swiftly, the arrow hitting a tree.
"Missed." Arian called straightening up. Kili emerged from the trees, "I was close." He walked over and pulled his arrow out of the tree. His black raven colored hair was pulled back halfway by a silver clip. Besides his bow he had a sword as a weapon but much preferred the quickness of his bow. He wore a deep blue tunic which enclosed in the front, and over that was brown tunic-like vest, stitched with pale yellow designs on the edges. His outfit completed with brown saggy pants, his gray boots with buckled edges, and his brown over coat, the outside slick for avoiding rain.
Fili chuckled, "we should probably get back, dinner is in a few hours."
"You're right." Arian nodded looking through the trees at the sky. The three ventured back to the mountain unaware of the eyes on them.
"Now master?" Asked a small figure from the forest. A tall and thin figure chuckled deeply, "not yet… they must first believe they are safe, then we break them." The figure grinned, his smile snake like, watching the three figures walk further away.
The three walked up to the large stone doors and entered. Erebor was crowded, Dwarfs were running about with their business, assisting in repairs of the mountain, opening shops in the village below on the mountain floor, moving into the rooms.
"Fili, Kili, Arian." A voice called to the three Durins. They looked around and saw Thorin walking towards them, Dwalin right behind him. Kili waved happily as they moved further into the mountain.
"You three should be getting ready for dinner, and for the IronFoots arrival." Thorin looked the three over.
"Right, of course. Sorry Uncle." Fili nodded, "we'll go get ready, and be down soon."
"Thank you." Thorin smiled before stepping aside to watch them go. The three young Durin's quickly went to their room and began to change for the evening.
Entering her room, Arian tossed her weapons onto her bed pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
"You're back m'lady. What would you like to wear to dinner?" A dwarf poked her head out of a door on the left of the room.
"I've told you many times before Lyra, just simply call me Arian." Arian hung her weapons on the wall before venturing over to the wardrobe.
"Perhaps a…dress?" Lyra asked pouring water into a bowl.
"No." Arian replied dimly pulling out folded clothing. She changed in the washroom, the attire she wore was nicer than what she had on before. The shirt was a royal blue on was longer towards the bottom, she slipped on a brown leather bodice over it, then pulled on brown pants, and knee high boots.
"What would you like done with your hair?" Lyra asked.
"I suppose I should leave it down…" Arian looked at herself in the mirror quickly before nodding, "I'll leave it down."
"Very well, enjoy your evening." Lyra smiled as Arian walked towards the door.
"Thank you Lyra." Arian smiled warmly, "make sure to enjoy your evening as well." She left still smiling.
"Ready?" Fili asked waiting with Kili outside the door.
"If I say no will it allow me to go back to my room?" Arian asked slightly sarcastically.
"No." Fili shook his head laughing, "come on."
"On the upside the children might be nice." Kili spoke up as they made their way to the bottom of the mountain.
"They're Dains children." Arian answered skeptically, "even if they aren't like him, he's probably going to use them to try to get his hands on the throne.
"Does that mean Fili is going to get married?" Kili chuckled shoving his brother playfully.
"No." Fili laughed, "if anyone is going to get an arranged marriage it's going to be Arian."
"I protest!"
"Not if Thorin agrees."
"I assure you, my own father won't sell me like cattle." Arian shot a glare a her older cousin.
"You're probably right." Kili nodded, "even if he does, Fili and I will do something to help."
"What?" Arian gave her cousin a look.
"I do not know." He shrugged.
"Thanks Kee." Arian scoffed.
"Welcome." Kili smiled smugly.
"They're here." Fili sounded shocked as they began their descent down the final steps. There was a small group of Dwarfs standing near the grand hall.
"I don't want to do this…" Arian whispered.
"You've taken on armies of Orcs." Fili tried to be reassuring.
"I'd rather take the army right now…" She mumbled.
"Uncle, mother." Fili said said smiling politely as they came up to them.
"Ah, here they are." Thorin turned and smiled warmly at the three Durins.
"Hello dears." Dis smiled at her children then at Arian.
"Fili, Kili, Arian. You know Dain." Thorin gestured to Dain. The Dwarf stepped up smiling.
"Wonderful to see you all again." His voice rang covered in an accent that made him sound slightly drunk.
"And you Dain." Fili smiled politely shaking his hand.
"Kili, Arian." Dain smiled shaking their hands as well. The two nodded to him.
"These are my children, I'm sure you have heard of them." Dain spoke proudly and began to introduce his children.
"This is my eldest Mason." A Dwarf that looked between the ages of FIli and Arian stepped forward. He smiled at the Durins but it was a conserved smile.
"Nice to meet you Mason." Thorin shook the young Dwarfs hand, "welcome."
"I'm Fili." The golden haired dwarf shook Mason's hand, then Arian, then Kili.
"It's a pleasure to be here." Mason smiled at Arian. She nodded back politely. Mason had copper colored hair that he kept relatively short except the front that brushed into his eyes.
"Then my daughter, Jadis." Dain puffed his chest out proudly as a DwarrowDam with long blond hair and light amber eyes stepped forward. She stood straight and was in an extravagant gown of light blue that frilled at the bottom and at the sleeves that just covered her shoulders leaving her arms bare and was cut low in the front.
"A pleasure your majesty." She smiled and curtsied perfectly before Thorin.
"Wonderful of you visit." Thorin nodded to her kindly. She gave him one more smile before moving onto Fili.
"Your highness, it is wonderful to finally meet." She batted her eyes at the prince before bowing keeping her eyes set with his, "I look forward to getting more acquainted."
"And you as well." Fili kissed the hand she outstretched. She batted her eyes at him once more before facing Arian.
"You must be the princess." Jadis let her voice ring.
"Yes-" Arian was cut short by Jadis grabbing her hand.
"We are going to be the best of friends!" She exclaimed grinning, "I am so excited to finally meet you!"
"Thank you… " Arian nodded swallowing and slowly pulled her hand away.
"We can talk later." Jadis mused before standing in front of Kili.
"The other prince." She smiled kindly and curtsied as well, "it is a pleasure to meet you prince Kili. I have heard about your skill in battle."
"And I have heard of you beauty. The rumors were true." Kili kissed her hand softly.
"This is Liam. My youngest." Dain hugged a small and young dwarf to his side. The child looked over the Durins and stayed next to his father.
"I believe dinner is ready." Thorin spoke, "shall we?" He gestured towards the doors of the grandhall. They entered greater by a table covered in foods of all kinds along with a large selection of drinks. They all took their seats at the enormous dining table. Thorin sat at the head of the table, with Dis to his right, and Dain on his left. Next to Dain sat Liam, then Jadis who was seated next to Arian. Fili, Kili and Mason were on the other side of the table seated in a line.
"Erebor is so pleasant." Jadis looked around.
"It is." Arian nodded in agreement as she picked at her food.
"It was such a waste that is was lost for so many years." She sighed picking up her cup and setting it to her lips, "it shouldn't have been managed by a mad king."
"What?" Arian asked turning her body towards Jadis. Jadis swallowed quickly and smiled at her.
"Nothing personal. It's just that…" She paused before continuing, "perhaps letting a mad king's rule was not the best decision the LongBeards ever made. Especially if the disease runs in the family."
"It's not a disease." Arian scoffed, "it's a sickness. A horrible one perhaps, but it can be cured."
"It's just a shame Thror wasn't cured earlier." Jadis shrugged, "just trying to make conversation."
"Try another topic perhaps." Arian forced a small smile, and returned to her food fighting to keep her mouth shut.
"How is the training going Thorin?" Dain questioned, "have you recovered from the battle?"
"We are building up quicky, training is going well." Thorin nodded, "we actually have a few more groups of Dwarfs ready to begin training."
"That's wonderful." Dain cheered. He then pulled Thorin into another conversation about the mines, and forges.
"I have no gaul for that kind of talk." Jadis replied setting down her goblet, "talk of war and battle should not be a dinner conversation. Tell me princess, do you enjoy balls?"
"What?" Arian looked at Jadis confused. Jadis sighed lightly before speaking again, "balls? Parties? Celebrations?"
"I've never really been to any. At least those of high class." Arian replied.
"Well, we should fix that…" Jadis paused to think, "we should hold a ball here!"
"What."
"Yes!" Jadis squealed, "don't worry, I can help you prepare, I've been to more than a dozen! There is music, and dancing, extravagant gowns, and of course the chance to meet suitors." She gushed. Arian nodded slowly, Jadis then began to talk of her experience of balls, and celebrations which was nothing short of extravagant. Listening to it all Arian began to feel light headed.
"I don't feel that well, excuse me." She stood quickly and left the room. Jadis watched her go before scoffing under her breath. Once Arian was out of the grand hall she walked to the right and turned a sharp corner up a set of stairs. The stairs were close together, and steep, most Dwarfs didn't even know they were there. At the top of the stairs light shone through an opening lead up onto a small balcony that looked over the east side of the mountain. The wind wrapped over the balcony hitting the rock making it colder than it usually was. Letting out a sigh Arian leaned against the rock and slid down to the ground taking in a deep breath letting her eyes close.
"Come here often?" A voice asked. Arians eyes snapped open, immediately she was on her feet a danger drawn in her hand.
"Woah!" A stranger on the other side of the balcony held up his hands, "just asking a question, no need to panic." He came closer and offered and dashing smile to the Dwarrowdam. Arian kept the dagger up.
"Who are you?"
"Not an enemy, so you can put the dagger down princess." The stranger replied.
"How do you know who I am?" Arian asked slowly lowering the dagger put not putting it away.
"The crest on your belt." The man gestured to ArIan's belt which had the sigil of her father etched into the leather. Arian looked at the man, he had shaggy blonde brown hair that was carefully pushed back at the moment. He was taller than her, but not by much, if he attacked she could take him. He only had a sword and hand held axe on his belt.
"You're not a dwarf." Arian replied looking back at his eyes.
"Nope." The man shook his head and lowered his hands, "but you're not really a princess are you?" He leaned against the rock.
"If you're not a Dwarf what are you doing in the mountain?" Arian ignored his question.
"I'm here with some Dwarfs." He replied, "I'm Walker." He held out his hand, but Arian didn't even look at it.
"Right…" Walker slowly withdrew his hands, "to think I would be used to Dwarf culture by now." He chuckled, "but to be honest you Longbeard Dwarves are different than those of the Iron Hills. More…carefull, not as fast to trust."
"You live longer that way." Arian commented, "you're here with the IronHill Dwarves?"
Walker nodded, "I'm a-…personal trainer for one of the princes." He spoke carefully.
"Uh-uh." Arian nodded skeptically.
"Aren't you supposed to be at dinner or something?" Walker changed the conversation. Arian didn't answer but went back to her former position of sitting on balcony.
"My guess it that you don't like it in there." Walker sat where he was standing sticking one leg out before him, "to much talk of stupid balls and manners, and decorum." He glanced over at Arian who just watched the trees sway in the wind.
"You Dwarves are very guarded." Walker sighed leaning his head back, "I'm just trying to make conversation, it won't be the end of the world if you answer."
"Debatable." Arian answered not taking her eyes from the trees.
"Well, you Durins are certainly living up to the stories." Walker stated blatantly and waited for Arain to react. She glanced at him carefully.
"Stories?"
"Mhm." Walker nodded, "The great Durin family of Erebor. You lot are practically legends. Great warriors." He whistled, "but insanely guarded, like wow, you don't trust people, don't talk to people you don't know, prideful, somewhat rude in the no communication sense, very very slow to trust."
"Sounds about right." Arian nodded. Walker chuckled in awe, "doesn't that bother you that people think of you in that sense?"
"It's true is it not?" Arian glanced at him.
"But why?" He scooted closer, "why be that way?" Arian looked at him before looking back at the trees. Walker sighed, "come on, you've got give me something, I've hardly gotten any words out of you."
"Arain?" Filis voice called from down into the mountain. Arian looked towards the stairwell before getting up.
"Arian." Walker jumped up, Arian turned back towards him.
"Come on." He pleaded, "why?"
"Reasons." Arian replied before turning and retreating down the stairs. Walker chuckled and smiles before shaking his head.
"Is dinner over?" Arian asked walking over to Fili who was waiting.
"Yes." Fili nodded, "who were you talking to?"
"Someone who came with the Iron Hills." Arian replied. Fili nodded slowly.
"How was dinner?" Arian asked as the two walked up the stairs further into the mountain.
"Tense." Fili replied letting out a breath, "you're lucky you got to leave."
"Did they mind?"
"Thorin didn't, but Jadis wasn't impressed, and I don't believe Dain was either." Fili replied, "why did you leave anyway?"
"Jadis was talking of dresses and balls, and suitors." Arian replied, "my head was spinning, I couldn't think correctly." Again Fili nodded.
"After you left, Jadis wouldn't stop glancing at me." Fili commented as they rounded a corner and up another stairwell, "nor would she stop talking." Arian stiffed a laugh.
"The person I was talking to said we were different then the Dwarves of the Iron Hills, maybe they're different." Arian mused.
"Who was he?" Fili asked as they walked down a long hallway.
"HIs name was Walker, he said he came here with the Iron HIlls Dwarves as a personal trainer for one of Dain's sons."
"Was he talking about Mason?" Fili asked, "Liam isn't a fighter, and definitely not Jadis."
"Must be." Arian shrugged. The two had made it to the level where they're rooms. Fili stopped one of the doors and opened it looking in, "Kili's not in here."He shut the door again.
"They're probably in the family room." Arian replied and continued to walk to the end of the hallway, opening the large doors to the room. As she entered an arrow hit the door next to her head.
"Found him." Arian picked up the arrow twirling it in her fingers.
"Missed again?" Fili asked closing the door behind him.
"Barely." Kili took the arrow back from Arian.
"As long as you never actually hit your target dear." Dis replied from where she was rocking in her chair.
"She catches them." Kili answered and began to re-stringing his bow. Fili chuckled before sitting down with a book.
"Where's Thorin?" Arian asked picking up another of Kili's arrows and twirling it in her fingers.
"I believe he's getting together a group of Dwarves to help out in Erebor tomorrow." Dis answered still sewing.
"What time are they planning to leave?" Kili asked.
"Early in the morning dear." Dis glanced up from her work, "they want to get as much work done as possible.
"We can help." Fili looked up from him book, Arian nodded. Suddenly bells rang out from Dale then a horn sounded from Erebor. The three Durin's shot up quickly on alert. The doors of the room burst open and a Dwarven a guard came running in.
"The-the horses, they got out of the stables-" the guard gasped for breath, "something spooked them-they're running though Dale."
"Let's go." Fili tossed the book on the couch and the three walked out of the room.
"Where is the King?" Fili asked.
"Already there m'lord." The guard answered.
"Good, get the royal guard down there to help with the horses." Fili commanded tossing Kili his coat from a chair, "we'll be in Dale."
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