Arwen and Sigrid followed behind my person as I walk through Laketown. I knew of their true reasoning to follow. I'm not exactly 100% healed due to the cursed mark on my shoulder. I leaned on the carved walking stick Bofur was kindly able to produce. My eyes scanned the table of weaponry. My brows scrunched together. A middle-aged man who was balding on top of his head noticed my eye. I looked up at the man and smiled, "Sir mind telling me what is the origin of this sword? My mind seemed to not recognize it."

The man smiled with a joking expression, "A dear ole woman in need of a sword? Your husband isn't around, I see."

His eyes glanced at my walking stick. He couldn't see my ears as I have hidden them. I reached with my free hand lightly touching my forehead. I gave a false smile of relief, "Oh... I am sorry. I am just a dreamer thinking my little self can handle a sword. How silly."

I felt a presence behind me. I placed a hand to the owner of the presence's bicep, "It's alright. It was silly of me to think of such thing, child."

The man couldn't help himself and smirked, "Your husband was right to leave. Having your gimp self hold him down."

Sigrid heard voices come from behind us. She gave a small smile to the incoming small company of dwarves. I shifted my weight on my walking stick. The man gave a look of interest to the men behind us. I am sure my nephews are accompanying the dwarves. Some warrior dwarves glanced at the table with a scrunch of their noses. Of course they would, these swords are mostly made by Menfolk. They're not the strongest compared to dwarven or possibly elvish craft. A deep breath escaped my lips, "I guess I should keep my dreaming to myself."

The two elvish men and some of the dwarves picked up on this. Elladan questioned, "What's wrong?"

The man behind the table snorted, "She was perusing my collection. She learned of her place."

Elrohir was about to retort but I lifted my walking stick hitting him in the shin. He hissed quietly, "What was that for, Auntie?"

Arwen shook her head towards her brother which he caught the motion of. Elrohir looked confused. My eyes caught sight of a white haired dwarf making his way to us. I smiled at the elder son of Fundin. His cheeks were rosy and puffed up due to his smile.

Gloin pointed to a sword, "Where's this one from?"

The man removed his eyesight away from my person to the sword I previously asked for. The man answered, "That sword is of elvish make."

I was going to leave peacefully and just ignore the pest of a man. I instantly turned my heel by leaning on the walking stick swinging around. I held up my hand, "Actually sir, that is not elvish make."

The man frowned, "Get going."

I will not back down to this. I know an elvish sword when I see one and that is definitely not one. I will not have anyone taint the precious craft of Elves. I lifted my walking stick and smacked the man's pointing hand. I hissed, "Let me give you a lesson on elvish swords."

The man started to called out, "Abuse!"

Luckily the stall man's words fell on deaf ears. I held out my free hand, "Elladan hand me your sword."

Elladan pulled his sheath out of his belt handing it to me. I gripped it in one hand. I placed the walking stick against the table. I slowly unsheathed Elladan's sword. I watched as the elven scripture engraving glisten in the light. I held it on two fingers by the hilt, "This sword is balanced. You can see the elvish engraved into its steel. This particular sword is light and used for agility."

I pointed the sword admiring the Lothlorien worth upwards. The blade face flat showing the engravings to the man, "The words engraved on this metal are Protector of Lothlorien lands and Kin. It translates to Protector of Lothlorien lands and Kin."

I sheathed Elladan's sword handing it back to him. My side is starting to ache. I grabbed my walking stick putting most of my weight on the stick. I pointed towards the end of the table, "And that sir is a Dwarvish blade. I am sure you have gotten the blade at the city of Dale or you bartered it. Thank you sir for answering my previous question of where the origin of the blade I asked beforehand even if it is inaccurate."

Balin lightly touched my hand that is gripping the walking stick tightly. Gloin huffed, "Insufferable."

The man is still rubbing his hand from my hit earlier. My attention went to Balin. Balin answered my unspoken question, "Thorin would like to speak with you, my dear."

Arwen looked over at her brothers. The dwarves glanced at the two of us before dispersing. Gloin grabbed the twins' tunics, "Let's get goin' lads."

Elladan spoke up, "But why does the dwarf need to see our Aunt?"

Gloin mumbled as he dragged my nephews away, "None of yer business. It's none of ours either."

I shifted my weight. Gently, I placed my hand on Arwen's forearm, "Make sure Sigrid gets home alright. Help her as much as you can with her siblings."

Arwen nodded. The man behind the table sneered, "I thought elves were nicer."

I rolled my eyes, "To people who actually earns it, yes. To those who don't such as yourself, no."

Balin held out his hand when he noticed a flash of pain across my facial expression. I took a step away from the stall. I reassured the dwarf, "I'm fine, Balin."

Balin patted down his beard as he followed me towards the Master's mansion. Balin piped up, "It would not be right if I did not offer any help."

I grabbed his hand when I took a step. I squeezed his hand reassuringly, "I promise I am fine. I had worse."