After her talk with Dís, Balin came to see her the next morning after breakfast, he showed her to a big room filled with bookshelves and tables covered in scrolls, books and loose papers in all shapes and stages.
"This. Is. Heaven!" She exclaimed as she saw it, her fingers itched to dig into the project and Balin just chuckled behind her;
"Well, Dís said you liked books, this is the best I can do, there are ink, parchment and quills over at that table if you want to keep a record on them."
"Is there any particular order you would like them in Master Balin?"
"No not really, you use what you prefer and if you need help just come and see me in my chambers. Good luck!" He bowed his head and left, leaving the door open for her to let some air in.

His mother had given him a very hard verbal slap in the face when she had told him about how Deidre was feeling regarding him being so very occupied with work so today he left the throne room after lunch and went up to see her. He searched both her chambers, the little garden, the stables and everywhere he could think of without finding him. Finally he ran into Bofur;
"Have you seen Deidre?"
"She's in the archive with Balin, they were talking something about sorting the books, I figured since she was with him, she was safe."
"Thank you!" He yelled over his shoulder as he walked with long strides towards the archives. Well there he didn't have to look long, through an open door he heard someone hum a strange, sad tune under her breath and since it wasn't a dwarfish tune it was not too hard to guess.
"Deidre?"
"In here!" He stepped inside and looked around without seeing her, the room was lit up by small balls of light floating in the air.
"Catch!" He looked up and just caught the big book that came falling towards him before it hit him in the head. She was standing, dressed in her very tight leggings and a short sleeved elvish tunic balancing on a high ladder several feet in the air. He groaned when he caught the book, it was heavier than it looked. He almost had a heart attack when he looked up next; she was sliding down the ladder with her hands and feet on the long handles that were normally used for pushing it and not so much for holding on to. With a tingling laughter that had a hard undertone she landed on the floor, levitated the book away from him and over to a high, leaning stack on one of the tables.
"Thank you for catching It."
"You're welcome. But why didn't you levitate it directly to the table?"
"Oh I would have, but you were standing in exactly the right spot, so thank you. Again." Even if she smiled at him he could see the small wrinkle between her eyebrows that told him something was wrong, and combined with her not looking directly at him and keeping her hands occupied confirmed it so he stepped over to her side of the big table and took her hand; "I had a visit from my mother last night. She gave me a very hard slap in the face and told me I have been neglecting my duties as your friend and your host. I have been very ego and selfish, only working and not giving you the attention you need and deserve. Deidre, will you please forgive me for this? I promise I will make it up to you." His voice was sincere and as he looked at her, their eyes in the same level seeing as she was barefoot and he was not; she had tears in her eyes and a faint smile on her lips.
"Don't worry about me Fili, I will be fine, I am always fine. But thank you though." She caressed his cheek and turned her back towards him. He wrinkled his brow, something was very, very wrong. He grabbed her hand again and turned her around only to see tears flowing free and silent down her cheeks between her closed eyelids.
"Deidre, please tell me what's wrong, please?" he pleaded.

"Everything!" She threw her arms out with a furious look on her face.
"If it is me being away too much I have spoken to Thorin about it and he allowed me some more free time as soon as all this with the elves is over. Maybe we can take the horses and go for a long ride? Would you like that?"
"It's not just that, Fili, it is so much more than you working. I am not stupid, I understand that you have a lot to deal with here, you need to re-build your fucking empire!' she cussed and picked up a pile with books while continuing; "Did you know that in four days it is my name day? Neither did I until I stumbled across a calendar in one of those piles!' she made a vague gesture towards a huge table stacked with scrolls; 'I am turning sixty five in four fucking days. That is the most important birthday except for the even hundreds, hundred and fifty and two hundred because it is where you go from being a youngling to a proper adult and my parents won't be able to celebrate that because they think that I am DEAD!" She slammed the heavy books down on a table and then everything happened at once, a chair exploded to smithereens, the lights popped like soap bubbles and the room was left in a semi-darkness. He stood there totally shocked and saw her silhouette run out through the door, leaving only the echoes' of her outburst behind.

After breaking though his shocked state he ran after her and found her under a big magnolia tree in what had become known as "the sorceress garden". She had her back against the trunk and a little bluebird in her hands. He saw her talking to it but couldn't make out any words but it sounded like Sindarin. Careful so that he wouldn't startle them he made his way over there and sunk down beside her. She gave him a weak smile and leaned her head on his shoulder. The little bird tweeted something that caused her to giggle;
"Yes I know, but that is not very nice to say." She said to it as it flew away.
"What did he say?"
"It wasn't translatable. Sorry I ran off, that is my default, I split when things are messy or hard to deal with."
He placed his arm around her shoulders; "It's all right, we're all different. Your name day was in four days you said?"
"Mhm." She nodded.
"Good, don't make any plans that day.' He pulled her to her feet and gave her a warm hug, he felt her arms around his waist and placed a kiss on the top of her head; 'now what do you say we go grab some foot wear for you and go for a walk? We could go into Dale and visit Bard and his family if you wish."
"I would love too!" She gave him a big, warm smile and ran off to her chambers only to emerge a few minutes later, the leggings were switched to a simple skirt and on her feet she wore her soft elvish boots.