"Now, now, we must not- any of us- be too quick to lay blame. Let us not forget that it was Girion- your ancestor- who failed to kill the creature, hm!"

Alfred said,

"It's true sire. We all know the story. Arrow after arrow he shot, each one missin' its mark."

Bard came close to Thorin,

"You have no right..NO right to enter that mountain!"

Thorin looked at him and said,

"I have the only right," Thorin turned around to address the master,

"I speak to the master of the men of the lake. Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? Will you share in the great wealth of our people? What say you?"

"I say unto you- welcome!" All cheered.

Bard closed his eyes in disappointment and defeat.

That night as everybody was celebrating, Fili whisked Erin away to a private room. He had requested a private dinner with her. Candles, cubed steak, hot buttered rolls and potato wedges. He had wine glasses filled with champagne.

The floor had blood red and dark royal purple rose petals. The table was made of pure gold and the seats, fine crystal.

"Welcome my love, to our dinner. Away from the celebrating and games. We haven't had a romantic, intimate moment in a while and so I thought this could be one."

She smiled and felt her heart burst. She was dressed in grey trousers, a black colored tunic and dwarf boots. She had her hair up in a bun.

"You like it?" She put her arms and hands behind his head and pulled him in and passionately kissed him.

"How long has it been since we kissed?"

He whispered,

"Too long," he smiled and helped her into her seat and he sat down.

They raised their glasses and toasted to the almost end of the quest.