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Chapter 12

From the day he was born Thorin had been preparing to become King of the Lonely Mountain. The road to reclaiming his homeland was a long and tiring one, filled with sacrifices and loss. His father had disappeared without a trace; he had lost his brother in battle. He spent his exile laboring in the towns of men, taking work where he could. The memories of his home, of his family playing in his head as he forged steel. Thorin dreamed of retaking Erebor, sitting in the throne of his ancestors, his people together and happy once again. The weight of his people rested on his shoulders and his alone. That was until Dis and Nili had Fili, Thorin felt light when he held the tiny babe. He saw the future of his kingdom in his arms, the golden-haired dwarfling cleared his mind and gave him a peace that he had not felt in years. Then came Kili and that same fire rouse once more, his nephews gave him what years of anger and thoughts of revenge could not: Hope. He knew one day Erebor would be theirs once again, Fili and Kili would stand beside him as his rightful heirs.

After Nili's death, Thorin had offered to help his sister raise his heirs and ease the load off his heartbroken sister. Loss was a hard subject for any dwarf, but the loss of a dwarf's mate took many years to recover. His father had never really been the same after his mother's death. A dwarf's love was as fierce as fire. Once in love, their love would never truly fade even if their partner left for the Halls of Mahal. Dis had put on a brave front; she never let her boys see her sad. Thorin saw in quiet moments when she watched the boys sleep the heartbreak and loneliness that haunted her. He saw the pang of longing when she looked at Fili, who had taken after his father in looks, or when Kili said or did something that reminded her of her late husband.

Though she would never voice it, Thorin knew Dis was grateful for his help. Years of preparation as a warrior and a future leader couldn't prepare him for what those two dwarflings had in store. Thorin loved the boys with all of his heart, even though they were the most troublesome dwarflings he had ever come across. He was now certain that the grey strikes in his hair weren't from his age but from his nephews. When the time came and Gandalf the Grey came to him to tell him about the quest for Erebor, it worried him greatly that Fili and Kili would want to join him. He had tried to perturb them from joining his side, though he wanted his nephews to see their home he didn't want to put them in harm's way.

Many nights when he was left alone to his own thoughts and a mug of ale the memory of the gold sickness draining from his body took hold. The scene of Azog holding Fili above him, dangling him over the cavern between them. Azog's threats of breaking the line of Durin one by one. The orc's blade sticking through Fili's shoulder, his blood soaking his armor. In Thorin's eyes, Fili looked like a dwarfling playing his with father's armor. The screams of his nephew's pain echoing in his mind. The future of his kingdom falling lifeless into the short valley below. He had been so clouded by the jewels and the gold under the mountain, that he had lost sight of the things he treasured most. Thorin remembered holding Fili to his chest, tears rolling down his face as he whispered what he thought was his last goodbye to Fili.

"Gaubdûkhimâ gagin yâkùlib Mahal."

May we meet again in with the grace of Mahal.

After that Thorin had put aside his prejudices and pride, joining a quick alliance with the Elven King and The men of Laketown. The battle was long and hard fought, many lost good soldiers that day, but with the aid of his cousin, Dain, the battle was won, and Azog was dead for good this time. It was when Kili frantically came and got him when he found that Fili was indeed alive. Tauriel, the captain of the guard for Mirkwood, had rushed to Fili's side and had saved his life. While not conscious Fili was alive, and that was all that mattered to Thorin. If it hadn't been for the she-elf her nephew, his heir, would have died. He would have never forgiven himself if he could not sit on the throne without Fili by his side. He would have traded all of Erebor for Kili and Fili's lives.

Since the battle, Thorin had done everything to ensure Fili and Kili's safety, even if they found it infuriating at times. It was for their own safety. That's what Thorin told himself when they began to rebuild their home and wouldn't let the boys near the hazardous zones. He had made sure that in the first few months in the mountain Kili and Fili were always by his side. In meetings, hearings, and anything in between they were there with him. They hated it, of course, they wanted to see and explore their new home. It wasn't until Dis arrived and knocked some sense into, that they were in fact full grown dwarves and there was nothing Thorin could do to keep them safe at all times. Thorin was proud of the fine young princes they had shown to be in their duties. After his recovery Fili and Kili grew into their leadership role quickly, becoming a well-reserved diplomat between Dale, Mirkwood, and Erebor. Despite Kili's inherent childish nature, that Thorin suspected he would never grow out of. They were the perfect heirs, the perfect nephews. Well, that was until the matter of the girl arose.

That blasted girl. She had caused such a commotion in the small amount of time she had been in his kingdom. Bard had sent word soon after he had received the raven and relayed that there was no word of any missing woman from Dale. He had also sent one of his soldiers to make sure the girl wasn't from one of the families in the valley; she had not been. It was as if she had just appeared from nowhere.

Her tale was astonishing and hard to believe, which he did not. But whether he believed her or not; it didn't negate the fact that she was still in his kingdom. The king part of him would not leave her to the wilds of a place that she was not familiar with. The dwarf part of him wanted her gone, and away from his people, his kin.

Thorin assigned his guards to watch the girl from a distance and observe her behavior. At first, there wasn't much; she had spent the first week of her stay in her room healing and resting as Oin had instructed her too. The guards had reported that Oin's apprentice, Deamra, had taken a liking to the girl and frequently visited her throughout the week. Thorin wasn't surprised by the news; he had talked to the young dwarrowdam often and knew she was a gentle soul. Of course, she had taken the lost girl under her wing; it was in her nature. It did surprise him, however, when a report came to him that his youngest nephew had taken the girl out of her room to his sisters. Thorin broke his favorite pen when he had heard this. He had stormed pasted Fili who had tried to warn him, but he did not listen and went straight to Dis's apartment.

"Where is the girl?" He demanded taking his sister's attention away from her maid.

Dis placed her hands on her hip, scrunching her nose in Thorin's direction. "Kili took her out on a stroll of Erebor; she needed to get out of that closet you have her locked away in."

"A stroll of Erebor!" He yelped."Dis what authority do-"

Dis's spine straightened walking closer to her brother poking a finger in his face, "Choose your next words carefully, nadad." Her voice was dangerously low.

"I will tell you what I told Fili; you will treat that girl with respect. She will be my guest, and I will hear no more arguments about it."

Thorin stood there stunned by his sister's words. Dis began pushing him out of her room "I'm going to prepare her a proper room, and you, King Under the Mountain, will not say one thing about it." With that, she slammed the door in his face giving him no time to argue.

Thorin turned to see Fili standing by the door listening to what his mother had said. Thorin looked at him baffled, Fili shrugged "I tried to warn you."

Dis had not talked to him for a week after that.

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Five years had passed and Thorin still didn't forgive himself for letting the gold sickness take hold. And even still it lingered at the edges of his mind sometimes. Thorin hardly went to the treasury anymore, and never alone. He had reserved that job to his most trusted advisor and friend, Balin.

"Thorin perhaps there is a record of it in the library," Balin suggested. During his grandfather's reign, the dwarves of Erebor had crafted a great number of treasures, which were sealed away in the bowels of the mountain. Thorin hadn't looked upon or touched any of the treasure after his coronation, since he had smashed the Arkenstone. But there was one treasure which he desired greatly and had started the search for five years prior without much luck. He began to wonder if it was lost to the mountain forever.

"I can have someone fetch Ori if you would like. I'm sure if there is a record about it, Ori would know. He's read every book in the bloody library." Balin offered sitting opposite of Thorin.

Thorin looked to his oldest friend "No need to call him here; we've been sitting around all day. It will do us some good to stretch our legs."

"Aye, you are getting a bit pudgy my king." Balin laughed standing from his seat.

Thorin came to Balin's side reaching his hand over Balin's shoulder. "You are one to talk, old friend." His hand patted Balin's belly.

The two headed into the passages of Erebor, few passed them on their travel. Some offered bows, and some scurried away from the two dwarves. Thorin always found it amusing, the dwarves had always treated him with respect but in Ered Luin, he was just a king in name nothing else. They treated him as their equal, something he had grown accustomed too. Now he had a kingdom to run, and to them, he was their true king.

"King Thorin, Lord Balin." Greeted Lord Amrus with a deep bow.

Lord Amrus had always been a nosey dwarf. Thorin had known him before he had reached his maturity. Amrus had come to Erebor from the Grey Mountains with his father, as an ambassador between the two kingdoms. He had always kept Amrus at arm's length, never truly trusting him but never truly hating him either.

"Lord Amrus," Balin and Thorin greeted somewhat wearily.

It had been Amrus who had been Thorin's biggest opponent when he announced the quest for Erebor came. He had denounced the exiled king and anyone who entered his company. When Lord Amrus arrived in Erebor after the Battle, he had come to Thorin on his hands and knees begging forgiveness. Thorin had wanted to turn him away, for trying to shame the line of Durin, but Balin had advised him against such actions. Lord Amrus still held power in the Grey Mountains, his eldest brother was the high lord. And Erebor would need the support where they could get it for rebuilding.

"Where are you off to if I may ask, my liege?"

"To the library, my lord," Balin answered for Thorin quickly.

Lord Amrus stroked his long beard, his fat hand roaming over the many jewels that decorated it. Thorin wanted to roll his eyes at how silly he looked with all of those jewels.

"Care if I would join you, I was heading there myself." Amrus question.

"Of course," Thorin gritted through his teeth.

Lord Amrus turned leading the way, Balin and Thorin shared a look following the dwarf.

Thorin, Balin, and Amrus walked into the grand library, the golden statue of his grandfather standing proudly in the center. It saddened Thorin knowing not many people ventured into his library; Thorin had always loved the place. His grandfather, before the sickness, had always taken him and Frerin there when they were younger. Frerin had never been very interested in the books around him; he'd rather practice his fighting skills with Dwalin. But a young Thorin adored anything Thrór did or showed him.

They traveled up the levels of the library, knowing that Ori set his work station at the top. Thorin smiled looking around at the stacks of books, and the piles of parchment scattered along the several tables in the small area. Ori was not a dwarf of brawns, though he and his slingshot had proven his strength on the battlefield. Ori's specialty was with books; he was one of the most intelligent dwarves Thorin had met. After the battle, he had given all of the dwarves in his company titles and position in the mountain, for their sacrifices. He had given Ori the title of Official Scribe to the King, and Scholar of Erebor.

"I will go look for the boy," Balin said before disappearing into the rows of books.

Thorin nodded to Amrus leaving him in the small work area. He began to wander through the aisles of books himself, his eyes tracing over the spines of books sticking out of the stone shelves. He stopped hearing the patter of feet, the aching of wood, and a gentle humming. Thorin slowly walked toward the sounds, passing by the shelves he turned to find the figure of a young woman standing on a ladder. Her coppery blonde hair reflected under the lights above, and was tucked into the collar of a blue tunic; she rose to the ball of boots, her thin arm reached above her slipping in a book into its place. The girl was slender, far too slender for any dwarrowdam he had seen before.

"Miss," Thorin called out. "Have you seen Master Ori-" The word died on his lips when she turned.

The blonde hair belonged to a familiar human. The girl's pale eyes met his, angry boiled in his stomach at the sight. Short blonde locks framed her thin face as she looked down from her perch. The girl seemed unfazed by his gaze, simply blinking at the king before her. She gracefully stepped down from the ladder finding her footing on the floor below her. In all his years he had never met someone with such a lack of regard for his status. Even the men in the town he had searched in had at least acknowledge his title, even if it was to mock him. But the girl before him didn't even take heed of his title, and it wasn't out of mockery. It angered him nevertheless.

"Oh hello, Thorin." She greeted as if they had been friends for ages, pushing the trolley of books past him.

He stood there, stunned for a moment before regaining his senses turning to follow the girl in her wake.

"What are you doing here, girl?" Thorin grunted, Magdalen looked over her shoulder at the dwarf behind her.

"I'm putting books away; what does it look like?" She remarked sassily putting on a puzzled look before turning back to push the cart toward Ori's workplace.

Thorin stomped his feet, seeing Ori and Balin in a lively conversation as the king trailing behind the girl. Lord Amrus stood at the railing, watching the king with interest. Balin looked between Thorin and the girl worriedly. Thorin's eyes snapped to Ori, his finger point toward Magdalen. "What is she doing in here, Ori!" Thorin demanded, causing the young dwarf to jump at the sudden loudness.

"I-I" Ori stuttered curling away from Thorin.

"Thorin," Hissed Balin behind him.

Thorin ignored him marching toward the girl, snatching a book from her hand. The girl yelped trying to grab it from his grip.

The girl stood in front of the dwarven king; fire played in her eyes. It infuriated him when she did not shrink away from his gaze. Her back straightened and she stood tall not backing from his gaze.

"I will repeat myself what are you doing in here girl?" He strained his voice trying to control his anger.

Thorin held the book toward Ori, wrath seized in his eyes. "Have you been teaching her Khuduzl?"

"No!" Ori squawked.

Balin moved to in front of Thorin his hand placed on his chest. Balin whispered something to him unheard by Magdalen or Ori, who shared a glance at each other.

"What is she doing here! How could you let her in here? She could-" Thorin shrugged Balin off starting at Ori with a blizzard of questions.

Before Thorin could finish Magdalen interrupted his rant, placing herself between the King and the shy dwarf.

"It's not his fault, Kili took me here the other day, and I kept coming back. If you are going to be mad at anyone, it should be me. He never let me read anything other than things in common. None of this is his fault." Magdalen held her ground staring up at Thorin, her gaze unmoving.

Thorin looked between the girl and Ori. "Is this true, Ori?" Thorin asked carefully.

"I wouldn't lie!" Magdalen objected still standing in front of Thorin.

Thorin stared down at the girl if he wasn't so enraged he might have been amused. This girl, this human girl, was standing before him with not one inkling of fear in her eyes. He would never say it, but it was slightly impressed by her loyalty to his scribe. She stood in front of him as if he were going to hurt Ori, and she wasn't going to let him. Like a mother protecting her young. Thorin looked back at his friend, who had a small glimmer of admiration for the girl in his eyes. Balin turned away hiding a smile underneath his gloved hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lord Amrus standing against the railing; he stared at the girl like she was a fish out of water.

"Lord Amrus if you will give us a moment," Thorin asked his hand gripping the book so tightly he thought it might snap in half.

Lord Amrus broke from his trance, his eyes never moving from the girl. He muttered something, giving a short bow before disappearing into the library.

"You two sit," Thorin snapped at Magdalen and Ori. Ori found his seat immediately; Magdalen took her time her eyes challenging him as she sat beside Ori.

Thorin leaned over the table at the two, "Ori was everything she said true? Did she keep coming back on her own?" Thorin asked softly; Magdalen was taken back by his tone. It wasn't the same tone he had used with her only moments ago.

Ori looked down at the table, watching Magdalen out of the corner of his eye. "Well, y-yes. But I wanted her to come back. Miss Maggie is quite helpful." Ori admitted his cheeks were glowing.

Thorin leaned back meeting Balin's gaze, taken back that Ori had called her by a nickname. Thorin dragged his eyes back to Ori and the girl. Ori continued. "She hasn't seen or read anything she's not supposed to."

Balin said something in Khuzdul to Thorin, who pinched the bridge of his long nose. His head pounded, he sighed replying harshly to Balin who gave him a look that said 'shut up you old bastard.' Thorin already had Dis anger at him; he didn't need his advisor and friend anger at him too. Thorin let out a frustrated sigh throwing his hands in the air. His sapphire eyes met Magdalen's he leaned across the table once more

"You can help Ori, but I get word that you are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." He threatened.

Magdalen waved him off "I know I know; you'll send me packing. I've heard the threat before."

Thorin growled point to Ori, "Ori come with us we have matters to discuss. Go back to your business girl."

"I have a name you know!" She called watching as the dwarf king led Ori away from her. Thorin grunted ignoring her rant, Ori gave her a small wave as he disappeared behind the grumpy king. Balin walked passed the girl claiming her hand.

"Don't mind him, my dear. He's doing what he feels is best." He squeezed her hand catching up with Thorin and Ori, leaving Magdalen behind.

Magdalen slumped back in her chair, running her hands through her hair. She pulled at it sightly, letting out a frustrated groan. Standing up and Magdalen began to collect books from the pile Ori had put together for her. Her nostrils flared letting her anger flush through her as she slammed the books one on top of another. She pushed the cart deep into the heart of the library, grumbling to herself about the line of Durin.

Magdalen didn't feel his presence at first. She had been too focused on the mocking of Thorin to focus on much else.

"I get word that you are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong…" Magdalen mocked in a deep voice to echo Thorins. She slipped a book into the lowest shelf; she froze hearing a loud chuckle behind her.

"I wouldn't suggest you let the king hear that." The voice behind her suggested.

Magdalen shot up; she grinned embarrassed that someone had caught her ramblings. She brushed a stray hair from her face. Before her was the dwarf, who had been with Thorin. Lord Ambrose or something, she thought to herself. Magdalen had gathered from her time in Erebor that dwarves didn't age the same as she did, so her sense of age was off by margins usually. Though she guessed he looked to be around Dis's age. He, like many dwarves, looked sturdy like he could knock down a brick house. He wore fine clothes, draped in beautiful fabrics and jewels. The dwarf was among one of the taller one's she met, matching her height; if not slightly taller.

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced." The dwarf stepped closer to Magdalen.

His yellow locks were streaked with silver and braided back out of his face. His beard was long tied off at the center of his wide chest and decorated with gold clamps and colorful gems that sparkled under the light. His eyes were like two golden pools, matching the charms in his hair. He looked her up and down, lingering on her face the longest. Magdalen felt uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze.

"I am Lord Armus," He stepped forward. His oversized hand consumed hers holding it tightly, pressing his lips against her skin. She felt her skin jump at the sudden contact; no dwarf had done that before. Yes, they had all knocked their thick skulls against her hand, but none had kissed it before. It felt oddly intimate, and unnerving when Lord Armus did it. He looked up from her hand to meet her gaze; he seemed to be caught by something his gaze never faltered. There was a sort of recognition in his eyes. Magdalen cleared her throat, she quickly looked around praying Ori, Balin, or Hell even Thorin would appear around the corner.

"Forgive me, my lady. I was caught up in your beauty…" Magdalen let out a polite laugh, screaming in her mind for the dwarf to let go of her hand immediately. "You remind me of someone, but I can't place it." He tapped the top of her hand.

Magdalen tugged her hand away Amrus. "I just have one of those faces, I guess." She laughed nervously turning back to her books.

Lord Amrus let out a hardy laugh, coming to rest his body against the cart of books beside her. "How did a creature such as you come to be in the care of Erebor?" He questioned.

Magdalen gulped, she felt her hands shake slightly. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave. But this was a lord of Erebor. She had already done enough to get on Thorin's wrong side; she didn't need to add insulting one of his lord's to that list. Even if he was a creep.

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"Apologize to her," Kili said walking away from his brother.

Fili froze staring at the spot Kili had just stood."What?" He called after his brother.

"Fili I'm not saying you have to be her friend, or court her," Kili exclaimed to his older brother as they walked.

"Court the girl," Fili snorted "whoever courts that girl will be a brave man."

"Amad wants you to make peace with her. Magdalen is not so bad once you get to know her." Kili tried to defend the girl.

"You can say that she didn't punch you in the face."

Kili sighed, "She only did that because she was scared. Just apologize and make peace; it will make Amad happy."

Fili grumbled storming away from his brother, "She'll be in the library." Kili called with a smug expression on his face.

Fili hated being wrong. He especially hated when his younger brother pointed out that he was in the wrong. Maybe he had been too harsh with Magdalen; she had not harmed to anyone on purpose. She was scared and alone in a strange world. He couldn't fault her for her paranoia; he would have been the same way. Still, something about her got under his skin; she sent his brain into a frenzy. She always had something to say, and it made him crazy. Sure she was fierce, which his brother seemed to admire the most about her, and she was surprising skilled with a bow. Fili had respected that she had beaten his brother in their silly little bet. And she might have been pretty by men's standards. But Magdalen was annoying, and he wanted her gone.

He wandered through the library; He was doing this for his mother's he repeated to himself. Fili fought the urge to retreat; he was a prince why should he be the one apologizing. He heard the distant mutterings of voices following them through rows of books. Fili turned the corner to see a familiar dwarf far too close to Magdalen. He watched Magdalen back up slightly into the stone behind her, putting space between her and Lord Amrus. His stepped forward the sounds of his boots echoed catching Magdalen's attention. Her eyes locked on his.

"Fili!" Magdalen almost cried in relief upon seeing the golden-haired prince. Fili was taken back by Magdalen's happy greeting.

Lord Amrus let go of Magdalen's hand quickly turning to bow to Fili. "My prince."

Fili eyed a nervous looking Magdalen and the lord next to her. "Lord Amrus," Fili greeted giving the slimy man a short bow. His glared at the looked, Amrus was known to be far too comfortable with women. Fili may not have liked Magdalen, but no woman should have to put up with the unwanted attention of any man.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to speak to Miss Magdalen for a moment," Fili said cooly, keeping his temper under check. Magdalen could have kissed Fili at that moment.

"Of course, I was just meeting the woman that has seemed to capture the attention of all of Erebor." Lord Amrus gave her a smile followed by a wink. He captured her hand knocking it against his forehead instead of kissing as he had last time.

"If you will excuse me Lord Amrus," Magdalen fled to Fili's side. "It was nice to meet you." Magdalen lied, giving the dwarf a small curtsy. Fili noted when she wrapped her hand around Fili's bicep, giving it a tight squeeze.

"And you too, my dear...Prince Fili." Lord Amrus bowed leaving the two alone. Once he was out of sight, Magdalen dropped her grip on his arms, backing away from Fili as far as she could.

"What a creep." Magdalen let out a breath of air.

Fili wasn't sure what a creep was, but he assumed it wasn't a nice term.

"Lord Amrus is known for his affection toward women," Fili grumbled staring at the spot Lord Amrus had disappeared.

"That's one way to put it," Magdalen muttered returning to her books. "What were you doing here anyway?" Magdalen asked.

Fili cleared his throat "Well I was looking for you." He said clearly, making Magdalen freeze. She looked over her shoulder through the strained of her hair at the gold-haired prince.

"For me?" She had a smug expression on her face. Fili noted how the line of her lips stretched into a smile. The apples of her cheeks raised. Her pale grey eyes that drove him crazy glowed in amusement.

Fili nodded let a frustrated groan "Yes you!" He snapped before taking a deep breath calming himself.

"I just meant I've come here, t-to." He sighed trying to find the next words. "It has been brought to my attention that perhaps I've been too harsh with you."

Fili opened his mouth to continue when Magdalen jumped in.

"Is this your shot at an apology." She paused. Magdalen was quiet for a moment before she said: " 'cause it's a really shitty one."

Fili felt a weight hold him down, red filled his eyes. "And why would I need to apologize? You were the one who came into my house and attacked me." Fili yelled.

Magdalen let out a loud gasp stomping her boot on the ground.

"How many times do we have to go over this? I only attacked you because I was scared. You don't see Kili yelling at me, every time I take a breath. You need to let it go."

Fili's gaze narrowed at her, "And you need to stay away from my brother."

"Excuse me? I don't know what you are implying, but get your head out of the gutter dude." Magdalen looked at him like he was a wild animal.

"I'm saying leave Kili alone; he needs to focus on his duties. Not spend his free time galavanting around Erebor with you." Fili spelled it out for her, stepping closer to Magdalen just as she had.

"What your brother does is his choice. He's the one who invited to show me around; I didn't make him do anything." Magdalen pointed him in the chest, pushing away from him spinning to face the books again.

They stared at each other, neither one backing down. It was like the 'incident' Magdalen had tried so hard to block from her mind. Magdalen squinted turning her head away from the prince.

Fili ran his hand over his face. That did not go as he had hoped.

Magdalen couldn't keep up with the anger, between him and Thorin she was growing tired. Her shoulders slumped Magdalen turned back to Fili.

"I get that you don't want me here. But here's a new flash for you. I don't want to be here either." Her eyes dropped focusing on the trolley of books beside her. Her fingers tracing over the books. "I just want to get home.." She added quietly.

"Sounds like we can agree on something then," Fili muttered leaning against the bookcase.

Magdalen's eyes flashed back up to Fili; she narrowed them at him. "But for the foreseeable future, I'm stuck here. So how about I'll stay out of your way, and you stay out of mine. This mountain is big enough for both of us." She gritted through locked teeth.

Fili pushed himself away from the self, maneuvering around her. "So be it; stay out of my way."

"Fine!" Magdalen yelled after him, as Fili disappeared around the corner. In a childish act, Magdalen stuck her tongue out as the prince left. Arrogant son of a- No Dis didn't deserve that; she couldn't help that her son was an arrogant bastard all on his own.