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Chapter 14
Magdalen wanted to scream as she rushed through the emptied halls of Erebor like a wild woman. The puff of her skirt gathered in her arms revealing so much of her skin that it would probably give Balin a heartache. The halls were emptied, save a few guards who shot up from their relaxed stance hearing her stomping past. Magdalen had been grateful that he had decided to train her, but man Magdalen wished she knew what she was signing up for, as they had agreed they meet every morning she would stumble into the arena half wake while Dwalin didn't even have a glimmer of tiredness in his eyes. He would bark at her as she sluggishly ran a mile to warm up her body before making her go through the motions of drills with a dull wooden sword. Her arms surprisingly ached the next day, for a practice weapon it had been heavy. Dwalin thought she wasn't ready for a real sword. It was probably for the best Magdalen had lost count how many times Dwalin had knocked her sword out of her hand with a simple flick of his wrist. She had collected a number of bruises he had gifted her; she couldn't imagine what a real sword could have done too her.
Dwalin had been at fault for her tardiness. He had not been available for their usual morning session, so he sent one of his soldiers to inform her that they would be practicing that evening. She had never been happier to see a bed in her life that night. Magdalen quickly figured out that after a night practice with Dwalin she didn't want to get up the next morning. Which was unfortunate as she was supposed to be in Thorin's court currently instead of running through the halls of Erebor like a chicken with its heads cut off.
Magdalen wheezed rounding the corner, in the distances, she could make out the curvy figure of Deamra pacing nervously in front of an archway. Deamra bit at her nails as she spoke quietly to herself, her eyes snapped onto her frantic friend. Deamra rushed to Magdalen's side flailing her arms about. Deamra dawned a stunning violet day gown; her natural messy curls were combed into a fishtail braid.
"Where have you been?" Deamra declared her dark eyes roaming over Magdalen's disheveled dress while circling her person. Deamra's hand reached out raking her fingers through her wild blonde hair, detangling the slightly damp hair from the previous night's bath. Magdalen reached down straightening out the royal blue fabric that hung below her waist. She huffed in frustration pulling on the neckline of the dress, not comfortable with how dwarrowdam's fashion. She felt like a child playing dress up.
Deamra didn't smile at her joke; her lips were set in a firm line slipping in the loose pins that held a soft braid back into Magdalen's hair.
"It's not funny Magdalen," Deamra scolded.
"I'm sorry I slept in, and when I realized the time I got dressed as fast as I could." Deamra hummed coming around to analyze Magdalen's dress. The dress fit her like a glove; the sleeves were loose around her arms and cinched around her wrist and part of her forearm. A silver belt with dwarven designs sat around her waist, where the bottom part of her skirt puffed at her hips. The dress was short brushed her ankles showing off her boots. The sides of her brassy locks were braided to the back of her head, leaving her long bangs swept to the bottom of her face. The rest of her hair sat loose and weavy on her shoulders. Deamra hooked her arm around Magdalen pushing toward the door giving her friend a serious.
"Just be quiet, and no will notice us."
Deamra ushered them through a long passageway that held many sets of stairs; they could hear muffled voices cheering above them. They arrived at the last set of stairs when Deamra stopped standing in front of her.
"Your seat is next to Mr. Dwalin, just keep your head down, move quickly, and maybe no will notice us." Magdalen nodded picking up the sides of her heavy dress following Deamra's lead. Magdalen swallowed when they reached the top. Before her was an open balcony built into the side of an open carver, looking out on four other matching terraces, each guarded by stone warriors looking on to the centerpiece of the room. Sitting in the island alone sat a throne on a long walkway. From the ceiling, an enormous rock with glimmering veins of gold touched the top of the throne.
Deamra had already successfully ascended the steps and stood in the row wheFre they were supposed to be seated. Magdalen was distracted by the rivers of gold in her view that she didn't notice the guard to her right as she knocked into him, causing him to drop his staff in his hand with a loud bang. Magdalen let out a small yelp covering her mouth with her hand, her other hand clinching onto the side of her dress.
"Sorry!" Magdalen whispered to the guard who glared at her clearly annoyed.
"Magdalen," Deamra hissed.
Magdalen looked up to find the eyes of everyone in their balcony on her. She let her head drop slightly clicking down the stairs to Deamra's side, feeling the eyes of the other dwarves burn into her as she took her spot next to Dwalin. Dwalin eyed the girls out of the corner of his eyes grunting to acknowledge their presence. Below them in the stone island was Thorin in front of the magnificent golden throne.
Thorin stood in front of his throne speaking loudly to his people, to his right stood Fili and Kili. Magdalen almost laughed at the sight of Kili looking so princely. The silly dwarf was dawning his best robes, that matched the Durin's blue aesthetics. Fili's head was held high as he watched his uncle speak, even from a distance Magdalen could see the spark of admiration he held for Thorin. Opposite of the boys stood Lady Dis looking equally as powerful as her brother. A sincere smile of pride sat on her lips, her eyes set on her brother and sons. A thin circlet lay on top of her head, matching her male counterparts.
"Nice of you to show up, Lassie," Dwalin whispered to her not taking his eyes off of Thorin.
Magdalen narrowed her eyes at the old dwarf, "The only reason I'm late is because you tried to kill me last night." Dwalin let out a deep chuckle earning. Magdalen felt Deamra kick at her ankles after she spoke.
"He was the on talk-" Several people behind her hushed her, Magdalen slumped in her seat. Dwalin cocked his head glaring at the people who had hushed her. The dwarves, who had been staring at Magdalen, quickly snapped their attention away from the girl back to their king. Dwalin returned his gaze, nudging Magdalen's side.
"Don't mind them, girl." He grunted almost gently toward her. Magdalen looked up at the grumpy dwarf with a goofy smile on her face. He refused to look down at the woman beside him, groaning in his mind knowing that she would not let go of the fact he had defended her anytime soon. Magdalen, still smiling to herself, settled into her seat listening contently to Thorin's speech.
"It is with great pleasure that I send my sister-son, my heir, as head ambassador to Dale." Cheers erupted as Fili came to stand beside Thorin.
"You will serve Erebor well, Prince Fili!" Thorin bellowed a prideful grin growing across his face.
"Hail Prince Fili!" The crowd began to chant. The dwarves around her stood clapping and cheering. Magdalen slowly got to her feet looking down at the platform Thorin knocked his head against Fili in a heartfelt display. It was odd to see Fili so happy, whenever he had to mode his demeanor was either quiet or anger. There wasn't an in-between. Her stomach flipped remembering the smile he had given to her that day in the training room. As if he sensed her gaze Fili's eyes met hers. Magdalen almost squeaked at the sudden contact; she felt her face grow hot and looked away from the prince finding the eyes of Kili. He gave her a small wave, to which Magdalen returned letting a soft laugh fall from her lips.
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"So a big fuss a because Fili is leaving for Dale, isn't that only like an hour away?" Magdalen question her mouth filled with food. Deamra glared at her.
"He isn't just leaving for Dale, Magdalen," Galin replied looking up from his own plate "He is going to the Amnesty Festival, it is a meeting of the Men of Dale, the Elves of Mirkwood, and the Dwarves of Erebor. Sending him alone to head the meetings is very important."
"Plus it's a good reason to have a feast, Prince Fili will be stuck with elves for a whole week," Deamra added sipping on her ale. Galin began a tyrant about elves, the 'pointy-eared bastards' as he so lovely put it. While she had not spent much time around Galin, she had grown to like the young dwarf. He wasn't as charming as Kili, as witty as Ori, or as kind as Deamra, but he was honest. It was refreshing how often he spoke his mind. He was ill-tempered and passionate about his craft. He reminded him of Emma in many aspects. Magdalen thought that he and Emma would get along famously if they didn't kill each other first.
Magdalen hummed poking at her food. She felt a light tap on her shoulder, her friends around her grew quiet. She turned to meet the soft eyes of a familiar face. Bonner was one of the guards that Thorin had assigned to watch her. She had noticed him in the shadows, following her one day on her way to the library. Magdalen wasn't surprised that the king didn't trust her; he had told her that her every move would be watched. But she just thought he was being dramatic. Bonner had been one of the nicer guards that she had encountered. When she spoke to him he would answer in a polite tone; he had even offered to carry some books Ori had given her after she had called him for stalking her from the shadows.
"Hello Bonner," Magdalen greeted with a smile, to which he returned. He was a handsome dwarf; long dark hair was swept back from his long face. His beard covered his neck and had one small bead held in the center of his hair. His pointed nose was complemented by two bushy eyebrows. Bonner's dark oak eyes glinted as he looked down at her.
"Hello, Miss Magdalen."The dwarf bowed ",your presence is requested."
Magdalen whirled her head around, an alarming look fell in her eyes.
"Do you think they noticed I came in late." Magdalen cringed.
"I think everyone in the kingdom noticed that." Galin pointed out before he howled, Deamra glared at him.
Deamra turned her gaze onto Magdalen laying her palm on Magdalen's arm. "I'm sure you're fine, Maggie." Deamra reassured her friend.
Magdalen nodded flashing a glance at Deamra and Galin before standing up from the bench. Bonner offered out his arm, Magdalen slipped her hand over the leather brace on his arm.
The dwarf led her to a smaller room a distance away from the dining hall. The room was brilliantly decorated by gold and blues and was filled with familiar dwarves talking and eating among themselves on tables that sat at the edges of the room. Balin and Dwalin stood on the other side of them room conversing among themselves. She spotted Oin and his ear trumpet as a red-haired dwarrow chatted into the devices, Oin nodding his head as he listened. She caught the eye of Lord Amrus who offered her a toothy smile, Magdalen turned her head quickly.
"Good luck," Bonner winked playfully once again giving her a small bow retreating into the crowd. Magdalen whirled around noticing the odd looks from the dwarves as they stuffed their faces. Magdalen let out a nervous laugh giving them a small wave the dwarves veered their stares choosing to ignore her. She lowered her hand picking up the sides of her dress wandering around the room. The smell of sweets and ale filled the air. Dwarves cheered knocking together cups of brew together, singing a merry song she had never heard together. She watched in amazement as a woman clothed in a lavish dress stood chugging back a cup of ale in seconds, bleaching so loudly it might have shaken the room.
A low horn blared through the room, the dwarves abruptly stopped their merriment pushing past her forming a line along the center of the room.
"Miss Magdalen," A familiar voice called next to her. Ori appeared to her left; his thin lips were pressed into a lopsided smile. Before she could say anything, he spoke again.
"Come on; you can stand next to us." Ori hooked his arm around her's pulling her into the line and settling between himself and an unfamiliar dwarf. He was older, the skin of his forehead creased and wrinkled around his eye. His face was round and friendly. His white hair was braided in a fantastic fashion, showing off his big blocked ears. His ears held silver cuffs that matched the silver charm that dangled on the center of his beard. The dwarf's blue eyes watched Ori and herself suspiciously.
"Who is this Ori?" He asked, his voice was softer than she expected.
"Dori, this is Miss Magdalen, the girl I was telling you about," Ori stated.
"Ya, the girl with the strange tale?" Dori eyed her carefully watching for her reaction.
Magdalen gaped at him. She hadn't told anyone her story, Thorin would kill her if he knew word was getting around that she was from another world.
"What do you mean strange story?" She tested.
"You have no memory of your life, the princes found ya half dead. "
Magdalen sighed, he didn't know how strange her story really was.
"Yes, that's me," Magdalen said wearily.
Dori nodded "I am Dori, son of Jori and eldest brother to Ori." He bowed politely.
"Ori has done nothing but sung praises of you." Dori smiled at her gently. Magdalen turned her head to find Ori red as a beet.
"You are always welcomed in the House of Ri," He took her hand bringing it up to his forehead. Magdalen smiled giving him a small bow. Dori turned his attention to the end of the line, Magdalen glanced at Ori smugly.
"You've sing praises of me?" Magdalen nudged his arm, Ori couldn't meet her eyes.
"Shush, they will be coming this way so," Ori said gently veer the subject away from his friendly admiration of her.
The doors at the far side of the room open, the line of people fell quiet. Magdalen leaned forward out of the line, Lady Dis and Thorin entered the room first followed by Fili and Kili. The dwarves around her bowed, Magdalen did not. Dis broke from her brother's arm coming to stand beside Dwalin and Balin. She flashed them a smile that they returned. Magdalen found Dwalin's smile somewhat disturbing, he had only smiled at her once when he watched her almost knock herself out with her sword. The smile he offered Dis was genuine and amiable.
Fili began down the line speaking and listening to the bystanders. Thorin and Kili doing the same behind him. Kili looked positively bored as he spoke to the people, Magdalen almost laughed at the sight standing back in her place in line.
"What is going on, Ori?" Magdalen whispered.
"It's protocol. Fili has to say goodbye to noble dwarves before he leaves for a diplomatic mission. Thorin does it every year he leaves for the Amnesty Festival since it's Fili first time leading the meetings alone, all the noble dwarves want to be here to give him advice." Ori explained to Deamra
"So why am I here?" Magdalen scrunched her nose.
"Lady Dis insisted that you be here," Ori said meekly watching as the royal pains in her butt moved closer.
Magdalen looked to Lady Dis was had been watching her. Magdalen smiled brightly at the woman, of course, Dis wanted her there she was her guest. It was nice to have Dis on her side, Magdalen was young when her mother died, but she imagined that she would have been a lot like Dis. Magdalen had only told her the truth, she never gave her any proof of her story. Yet she accepted Magdalen nevertheless. Dis bowed her head slightly.
Fili appeared in her line of sight, stopping in front of her. His eyes were calm, and his head was held high. Fili's hair looked soft and silky under the lights, curling slightly around his face. Braids and beads decorated his hair, and a thick circlet sat on top of his head. The bruise she had left him with the first night they went was gone, showing no signs that it had even been there at all. His skin was creamy and smooth, anyone would kill to have such a beautiful complexion. Magdalen watched as his eyes racketed over her dress. She felt oddly hot, and suddenly self-conscious. Magdalen shook off those feeling holding her head high just as he did making her an inch taller than him.
"I didn't know you knew how to wear a dress." The corner of his braid mustache lifted as he took her hand in his. Her hand was tiny and soft compared to his enormous, calloused one. She jumped at the skin to skin contact. Magdalen scowled at him.
"Don't punch anyone while I'm gone." His eyes met hers, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes when he spoke to her. His eyes glinted with mischief, he moved on to Dori
Magdalen watched him move on to the next person. Magdalen stared at where he had been, had he just teased her. Fili had just teased her! It took everything in Magdalen to hold herself in place and not go up and give him a piece of her mind.
Thorin appeared; next, his eyes were hard and suspicious as he took in the sight of her. She tightened her lip not wanting to say anything too disrespectful she was in public. Magdalen thought Thorin wouldn't take to kindly to any of her comments in front of his subjects. Dis was too far from her to feel adequately protected from his wrath. As Fili had, Thorin scooped her hand into his butting his forehead into her hand.
"Girl," He grunted as a greeting before moving onto Dori.
"My name is Magdalen." She called to him as he moved on, he flashed her a warning eye. She shut her mouth quickly.
"By Mahal is that Lady Magdalen?" A voice tore her gaze away from the King. Kili playfully held his hand to his chest, leaning against Ori with the other.
"Ori, do you see this she's wearing a gown. She looks like a lady!" Kili exclaimed in faux shock.
"Shut up Kili." Magdalen rolled her eyes, Kili took both of her hands holding them to her chest.
"You can dress up a wolf, but she will still be a wolf," Kili stated. Magdalen let out a small laugh not realizing other dwarves had begun to stare at the pair.
"Kili," Thorin called threateningly.
Kili still smiled bowing before her. "M'lady if you will excuse me."
Magdalen bowed back "Of course m'lord." She replied mocking his accent.
The line behind them dissolved. Some dwarves roamed the room talking in a small group, others returned to their drinking and merriment.
"When will Fili depart?" Magdalen wandered as Ori led her to a small table far from the views of others.
"He and the caravan will leave as soon as he gets ready," Dori informed tucking her into the chair. Magdalen hummed as Dori offered her some ale. Magdalen handled the cup bringing the drink it to her lips. The liquid was cold and crisp, the taste of caramel lingered in her mouth. The alcohol left warming feeling her in her chest. Dori was a kind dwarf and reminded her of Oin. She laughed at how dotting Dori was over his brothers. Dori spent a good half of the conversation talking about the explorations of Ori when he was a dwarfling. Leaving Ori mortified.
"When they were found Fili was trying to wash off the mud on Ori and Kili." Dori let out a hardy laugh slapping the table.
"Lady Dis was furious, and I've never been more relieved and mad in my life." He yelled. Magdalen threw her head back imagining the scene of young versions of Kili, Fili, and Ori desperately trying to get their mudded clothes clean.
"What is all this laughter about over here." A feminine voice spoke over Magdalen.
Magdalen turned to see Dis grinned warmly. Dori shot up spinning around Dis knocking his head into her ring-covered hand.
"I was just informing your lovely guest of the dwarfling misadventures of Kili, Fili, and Ori." Dis laughed patting Dori's arm.
"Yes, those three were little goblins whenever they got together, especially when Rumi let Gimli out of the house." Dori nodded toward the princess.
"Aye, they were." He acknowledged.
They chatted for a while, listening to Dis recalling they times Kili and Fili gave her scares throughout the years. Dis would glance around the room her eyes settling on her youngest sons, smiling at the sight of him before turning her attention back to the conversation. A guard came to the princess whispering something in her ear, she thanked him standing from the table.
"If you will excuse me, friends." Dori and Ori stood bowing to Dis.
Before she Dis set her blue eyes on Magdalen.
"Magdalen come with me," Dis commanded as she walked away. Magdalen quickly followed in the Lady's footsteps, waving to Ori and Dori as she left.
They felt the small room a guard waiting outside the door for her. The guard nodded her head leading them through a small passaged way. The air in the room became airy and light. In the mountain, the atmosphere was natural cool and wet, warmed only by the hearths that filled many of the places. The coolness drained as they stepped closer to the bright light at the end of the hall. The warmth of the breeze touched her skin. The sounds of rushing water hit her ears. They walked up a set of stairs, sunlight hit her eyes. Magdalen felt her breath caught in her chest. Before her was an open valley of greens and yellows, the warmth of the sunlight hit her skin. She hadn't seen the open air in a month, not since she stood on Fili's balcony. Even then it had been night, and she hadn't gotten a good look at Middle Earth. Magdalen took in her surrounding waterfalls beaten down either side the face of Erebor collecting into pools in front of the entrance. The stone glittered in the sunlight giving a small hint at the beauty inside the mouth of the mountain. Two stone guards crouched at the side of the mountain ready to protect the people inside.
Below them was a group of dwarves seated on ponies and huge rams. Attached to some of the ponies were wagons. From a distance she could make out the figure of Thorin, he moved with such power and regalness it was hard to miss him. He held Fili's neck butting his heads together, Magdalen looked away it was an intimation moment she felt like she shouldn't watch. When Thorin released Fili, Kili tackled his brother in a tight hug making him stumble back. Beside her, Dis laughed at her youngest son as he back up from his brother. Uncle and Nephew waved as Fili hopped onto the back of a copper pony.
Magdalen looked to Dis her eyes beaming with pride and slight pain as she stood at the mouth of the balcony watching as her oldest son moved from the gates of Erebor.
They stood there for a while watching as Fili's caravan moved through the valley. Dis broke the silence "When he was younger, he hated the idea of being a prince. He wanted to a miner, like his father. Always the stubborn one, bunnanunê " Dis laughed thinking back on the memories of a tiny Fili stomping his feet when he didn't want to do something.
"He and Kili were always going on adventures, disappearing and reappearing with small trinkets they found around Ered Luin. I was always kept whatever they brought to me, even when they brought back frogs. When they got older, they began wandering farther from home. Going out into the woods with Thorin, or traveling into the towns of men with him. I would sit at home worrying for hours about them. When they told me they were going with Thorin to reclaim our home. I nearly died. I saw my whole world disappear. My friends, my brother, my son. All gone in the blink of an eye. When I arrived in Erebor, and I found Fili had almost been lost I couldn't leave his side. I'm sure he was annoyed with me, but I couldn't do it. I need to make sure he was okay. When their father died, I only continued in this world for them. I couldn't live knowing I had lost my son's forever."
Tears misted in Dis's side. "The Fili I found in Erebor wasn't the same boy who left Ered Luin."
Dis turned to grab Magdalen's hands. "I am sorry for who my son has treated you, there is no excuse for it. But know that he is still hurting, even after six years. He is still trying to heal."
"As his mother, I ask you to try to find peace between you." Her voice was in a low whisper.
Magdalen felt her throat become painfully dry. She nodded holding on tightly to Dis's hands.
"Of course, Dis." She answered earnest. She would put aside their hostility for the woman before her.
Dis smiled fling her arms around Magdalen pressing her face into her shoulder. "Oh, my girl" Dis held her so tight that Magdalen thought her lungs might pop. Dis pulled back holding her at arm's length.
"You do have my permission to smack him around if he says something snide to you." Magdalen laughed at Dis. "My blonde oaf can be thick, like his uncle."
Dis wrapped her arm around Magdalen's escorting her back into the mountain.
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"How do dwarves date?" Magdalen questioned laying on the edge of stairs. Kili's leg dangled over the edge. It had been three days since Fili left for Dale, and without his brother, Kili found his free time without someone to annoy. Kili had tried to spend his evenings with Thorin and Balin but found himself restless listening to the two older dwarves drone on and on. So he dedicated his free time to annoying Magdalen, he discovered it wasn't that much different than annoying Fili.
"What is dating?" Kili titled his head looking down at Magdalen.
Magdalen pushed herself up resting against the wall. She thought for a moment.
"Like when someone likes someone else before they get married they date to get to know one another."
"Courting?" Kili half yelled so loud that she was sure whoever as walking on the paths above heard him. Magdalen smiled sheepishly at them, pinching Kili's arm.
"Magdalen I-I'm flattered really, but I see you as a sister." Kili was blood red. Magdalen pinched him again.
"Ow stop that!" He pulled his arm away from her grasp.
Magdalen flipped her hair, "Don't flatter yourself Kili. I'm just curious."
"Well, that depends. If a dwarrowdam likes a dam, he has to ask to court her. They exchange braids showing everyone that they are taken, during courting, there's a lot of things they must do to prove they are worthy of each other. And if there's a challenger that's a whole other ordeal."
"Why has one of our dwarves caught your eye? Was it that guard who escorted you in here? He was ogling you, I thought Dwalin was going to knock his head off." Kili wiggled his eyebrows.
"No, I'm asking for research." Magdalen shrugged.
"Research, why are you doing research."
"Do you see what I see?" She pointed to the walkway below them she had been watching. Deamra had caught her eye when she knocked into Or, they had spent the next ten minutes talking moving closer and closer to one another.
"No" Kili pouted trying to follow the line of her finger.
Magdalen rolled her eyes "Ori and Deamra, you idiot."
She pointed his head so he could see the couple. "They like each other."
"So why are you doing research?" Kili shook his head Magdalen's hands falling into her lap
"Those two are so loveable they're blind. They just need a nudge." Magdalen explained as simple as she could.
"Who needs a nudge?" A voice boomed behind them.
Magdalen turned to see Thorin and Balin standing on the steps above them.
"Uncle," Kili squeaked jumping to his feet.
Magdalen dusted off her pants, scrambling to gain her balance on the steps below. Thorin narrowed his eyes at the pair, crossing his arms over one another. Balin raised an eyebrow behind him.
"What are you two overhear whispering about?" Thorin asked his voice thick with suspicion.
"Nothing, Uncle." Kili quickly stuttered.
Kili shifted uncomfortable, glancing at Magdalen who looked anywhere but the two dwarves in front of her. Thorin didn't believe him one bit. Thorin glanced at Balin behind him, who shrugged smiling at the two young people in front of him.
Thorin turned moving in front of Kili, making him meet his eyes."Kili, I suggest you stay out of interfering with other people's lives." He warned in a fatherly tone.
He turned to look at Magdalen point a thick finger at her."That goes for you as well, girl."
"Yes, sir!" Magdalen puffed her chest saluting the dwarf king beside her. He wasn't amused, he shook his head running his hand over his face. He doubted he could do anything to scare the girl into intimidation at this point. He sighed pushing passed his nephew. Balin held back his smile as he nodded to Magdalen and Kili as he pasted.
Magdalen paused coming to the edge of the steps watching the dwarves disappeared.
She spun on her heels smiling like the she-devil she was."We are totally interfering."
Kili groaned shaking his head"Maggie you heard Uncle." He gestured to where Thorin had just stood.
"I didn't take you for a coward Kili." Magdalen raised an eyebrow, sitting into one of her hips.
Kili sighed, and Magdalen smiled in victory grabbing his hand. "Come on we have work to do."
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"This isn't going to work!" Hissed Kili hiding behind a bookcase watching their trap.
Magdalen smacked his shoulder lightly moving away from the bookcase, pacing in the row.
"Of course it's going to work, Kili. Just believe." Magdalen gave her small inspirational speech, turning to face Kili. Kili looked at her with a deadpan face.
"Oh come on, Kee. I sent them the notes, they should be arriving at any moment." Magdalen looked at the room at the edge of the walls. The plan was simple. Deamra always spent her lunch with Magdalen and Ori. So Magdalen had sent a note to Deamra that she was in the document study and they were going to have lunch in there. While Kili told Ori that Thorin had requested a document, that he would need at lunchtime. The study was perfect for their plan no one, other than Ori, used it. When Ori and Deamra got into the study, they would lock the door and leave them in there for a while until they realized they had feelings for another. It was the perfect plan.
Magdalen smiled at her plan, she wasn't much of a romantic, but she certainly was a good matchmaker. Kili held up his finger hearing heavy footsteps heading toward them. Magdalen pressed her back against the bookcase, the footsteps faded and the creaking of the door signal that the trap was sent.
"On the count of three, we lock the door," Magdalen whispered Kili nodded smiling at the excitement.
"1...2..3!" She yelled as they raced toward the door. Kili reached for the handle holding it against the frame as Magdalen fiddled with the key. Muffled voices shouted pounding against the door.
Magdalen stepped backhands on her hips, she beamed at the door. Kili stuck his hand out to Magdalen giving it a vigorous shake.
"Good work, partner." He said loud enough for her to hear over the yelling.
Ori and Deamra calmed after a bit, they stopped banging on the door and screaming. Kili and Magdalen sat on either side of the trying to listen to the conversation.
"We should give them privacy," Magdalen suggested standing up from the floor.
"You're right," Kili said eyeing the door. Magdalen stepped toward the door as did Kili.
Magdalen knelt on the ground pushing her ear to the door, Kili stood above her listening carefully. They heard low mumbles, Magdalen looked up at Kili from her spot. "I think they're talking!"
"What are you two doing?" Magdalen froze turning to see Deamra behind them. "I got your note. I've been looking for you all day." Deamra held up the note Magdalen had sent her.
They looked at each other than at the door.
"Whose in there?" Magdalen questioned wearily, Kili was as white as a sheet.
Kili swallowed stepping toward the door. "Thorin?" He asked innocently.
Thorin roared beating on the door. "Kili, let us out of here right this instance."
"Oh no," Magdalen groaned.
"Magdalen?" Exclaimed Dwalin, he began beating on the door furiously.
"Wait till I get my hands on you two." The voice of Dwalin called behind Thorin. Kili yelped Magdalen snatched the key pressing it into Deamra's chest, before grabbing Kili's hand and running away.
"Sorry, Thorin! Sorry, Dwalin!" Magdalen yelled as they ran away.
Deamra must have let them out as the whole mountain shook as Thorin and Dwalin roared their names.