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First of all, congratulations to the two readers who found a movie quote in the last chapter and earned their snippets...Where Bain repeated his fathers words "willing to give your last" in his speech to motivate his troops.
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Now, let's see what happens next...Tauriel is back, Kili is happy, but they are still in a whole lot of trouble!
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Chapter 118
Du bekar = To arms…attack!
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Kili could not believe his eyes, and yet his heart leapt at the sight of her. Tauriel was alive! His one had not perished in the cave-in as he had feared. She appeared to be without serious injury, though he noticed a strip of cloth tied around her leg just above her right knee, and there was a cut on her forehead, up near her hairline. Other than that, she looked perfect!
Unfortunately, that was all the time Kili was allowed to revel in his unparalleled joy, for while her first shot had stunned the orcs, they quickly recovered and the battle was on once more.
Fili and Kili scooped up their borrowed weapons and lashed out with a fury. The other dwarves followed suit, and soon the cavern rang with the clash of steel and cries of anger. Tauriel continued to loose arrow after arrow from her vantage point across the chasm, orcs all around them falling dead as they each found their mark. Gorbash had pulled back, hiding behind one of his own as he fought to extract Tauriel's arrow from his arm. He let out a ghastly howl as he pulled it free, tossing it to the side as he tried to halt the blood seeping from his wound.
Fili dispatched the orc he had been fighting, slitting his throat with a clean swipe, and then turned to grab hold of both Flinn and Frerin. He was not about to let their enemy to use his sons against him a second time.
"Bofur!" he called, causing the hatted miner to turn around. "Protect them!"
Bofur nodded, rushing to his prince's side and taking the two dwarflings into his arms. It was evident by the looks they quickly exchanged, that Fili still trusted his friend to perform this important task, and Bofur appreciated his confidence. Pulling the lads away from the fight, he set them on their feet in a corner, where the only way anyone could get to them was through him. Then stationing himself in front of them protectively, Bofur hefted the pick he held, ready to defend the royal heirs with his life.
Now that Fili was assured his sons were safe, he threw himself into the battle, watching as the tide turned in their favor, thanks to Tauriel. He had heard the elation in Kili's voice upon seeing her, and while he was rather distracted by orcs at the moment, Fili couldn't help but be happy for him. His brother's one was alive…now he only hoped they would all remain so.
Nori and Dwalin were holding their own, the bald warrior slicing through the enemy with amazing force, while Nori's more underhanded methods of fighting were proving equally deadly. Older Flinn continued to battle, though once again, his sword arm was a bit rusty from misuse, and it had been a long time since he had fought in a battle. Still, as his eyes fell upon Gorbash, he felt a fire well up inside of him, one that spurred him on.
"Gorbash!" Flinn yelled, pulling the creature's attention away from his wound and onto the dwarf. "I warned you not to touch my kin! Now you will pay for it with your life!" And with a cry of rage, Flinn surged forth, attacking with all his remaining strength.
Fili had heard his father's words, and turned just in time to see Gorbash pick up his blade and deflect Flinn's attack. He wanted to help, but before he could even take a step towards him, he heard another sound from across the chasm, followed by a cry of panic from Kili.
Orcs! More orcs had appeared, but these were on the other side of the large gap that separated them from Tauriel. The red haired elf turned and took out the first five or six who approached. Yet when they got too close, she dropped her bow and pulled out her daggers, ready to take on the enemy as they came at her.
Kili had stopped fighting and stared helpless as they swarmed her, the two blades in her hands slashing and cutting with both skill and precision. Still, all the talent in the world was no match for overwhelming brute force, and as Tauriel was busy with a pair of orcs in front of her, she didn't notice the enemy approaching from behind, until it was almost too late.
"TAURIEL…LOOK OUT!" Kili shouted, causing her to turn just in time to see the wicked looking dagger the orc had aimed right at her heart. Unfortunately, she was unable to move out of the way fast enough and could not completely deflect the blow. With a cry of pain, Kili watched as the blade came in contact with her left shoulder, causing Tauriel to stumble back against the wall. "NO!" This could not be happening…not again! He couldn't lose Tauriel a second time! He had to do something, he had to save her!
Thankfully, she still held her long knife in her left hand, and as the orc rushed her, she paid him back with a quick upper thrust to the ribs. The blade apparently punctured his lung, causing him fall to the floor, gasping for his last few breaths of air.
Kili wished he had his bow with him, for he knew he could easily protect her from where he stood if he was only well armed. Yet Gorbash had taken all their weapons, leaving him with only a crude orc blade with which to defend himself. He needed to get over there! Kili knew he could be of no help to her on this side of the chasm.
"KILI!" Fili yelled, attempting to snap his brother out of his trance, afraid that he would get himself killed if he didn't keep fighting.
It apparently worked, but as Kili turned and stared at him for one quick moment, he shot his brother a look of apology. He knew they were still outnumbered, by over three to one, but Tauriel was facing a whole horde on her own. And as much as he loved his brother, and wished to fight at his side…Kili needed to be with his one. So tucking his sword into his belt, the dark haired prince turned and ran towards the edge of the crevice, leaping into the air as if he imagined he could fly.
Fili's heart literally stopped beating for a moment, thinking his brother had just leapt to his death. However, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Kili had grabbed hold of one of the buckets dangling from the cables strung overhead. The force of his jump propelling him forward, across the gap, letting go just before he hit the wall, and landing roughly on the other side. He rolled several times, across the floor, but Kili was on his feet in an instant, swinging his blade as well as shoving orcs off the ledge to their deaths. He fought like a dwarf possessed, his only thought being to get to Tauriel…to protect his one.
At last Kili managed to reach her, yanking a filthy orc off her, as she struggled to keep him from slitting her throat. With that one quickly run through, Kili placed himself in front of Tauriel, his blade held in both hands before him as he snarled at those who remained, daring them to take him on. Apparently, they could see the blaze of madness in his eyes, for even the bravest one hesitated for a moment, before working up the courage to strike.
"Tauriel…are you all right?" he called back, never taking his eyes off of the approaching orcs. "How badly are you hurt?"
"It…it is merely a flesh wound…painful, but not serious," she assured him, reaching down with her good hand and picking up one of her knives, ready to help in any way she could. The strain of the battle had weakened her wounded leg, barely allowing her to keep on her feet as she leaned against the wall for support. Yet amazingly, Tauriel was no longer afraid…for now that Kili was there, she knew that everything was going to be all right.
Or at least that was what she desperately wanted to believe.
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Once he saw that Kili had made it safely across, and was holding his own, Fili turned his attention back to his father. He watched the older dwarrow battling with Gorbash, the two pitted in a fight to the death. He could tell that Flinn was weakening, every time he thrust out with his blade, or blocked a strike, it was wearing him down. Fili knew if he did not help him, there was a chance that his father would end up dead for sure this time, and he was not about to let that happen. He pushed forward, stabbing at one orc and shoving the other hard enough to cause him to stumble and fall off the cliff, all in an effort to get to his adad.
Gorbash saw the blond prince coming at him from the side, and he snarled as he swung wide, causing Flinn to leap back away from his blade, while carrying it through in hopes of cutting Fili down as well. Thankfully, the blond prince was prepared, and at the last second he tucked and rolled, feeling the breeze from the sword just above him. Hitting the ground, he brought his crude weapon up and over, cutting through the flesh and tendons at the back of Gorbash's legs, causing him to cry out in agony and fall to his knees. Flinn too stepped forward, thrusting his sword into the orc/man's chest, watching as the foul beast dropped his weapon, fear at last coming to his eyes.
"You will never harm my family, or anyone else, ever again!" Flinn snarled, ripping his blade from his body and spinning around with all the force he had left, bringing his sword in a circular arc and separating Gorbash's stunned head from his shoulders. The two blond dwarrow watched as the body teetered there for a moment, then came crashing down to lie next to his severed head, a puddle of dark red blood staining the stone around him.
Fili lay there on the ground, staring up at his father in disbelief. He had been told many times what a fine warrior Flinn had been, after leaving the mines to join Thorin's soldiers…yet to see him in action was simply amazing. Fili doubted that even Dwalin's axes could have cleaved through Gorbash's thick neck in one swing, yet he suspected his father's deep need for revenge had given him the strength. However, now that it was done, he could see Flinn's power leaving him, and he stumbled backwards, falling to his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat was dripping from his face and chest, and he looked ready to collapse.
"Adad!" Fili cried, scrambling to his feet and rushing to his side. "Here, let me help you."
"You…already have…my son," Flinn answered with a tired smile, yet gratefully accepted his assistance as he rose on shaky legs. He reached out and placed his hand behind Fili's neck, pulling him closer as their foreheads met in an intimate gesture between father and son. "You've helped me in more ways than I'll ever be able to repay."
Fili felt as if he had an anvil on his chest, and he had to stifle a sob as he and the father he thought he'd lost, shared this special moment. It was perfect. Or it would have been, if it were not for the fighting still going on around them, prompting the two to break apart as each one moved to take on their enemy once more.
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Kili had managed to dispatch all but one of the remaining orcs on their side of the gap, and this one was proving to be a bit of a problem. It swung wildly at the dwarf with his blade, causing Kili to dodge right and then left, never allowing him enough time to strike out with his own weapon. The orc could tell that he was not going to prevail this way for long, so in a frantic attempt, he rushed at the dwarf, knocking his opponent off balance and pushing him towards the ledge. The force of the blow caused Kili to slide over, his fingers digging into the rock, desperate to stop his downward slide. At last he found purchase on the hard stone, hanging on for dear life as his body dangled over nothing. Looking down, Kili watched his blade disappear into the bottomless pit below, with small stones trailing after it, realizing that any moment he could easily follow them down to his death. He struggled to pull himself back onto solid ground, but when he looked up, the orc had advanced with lightning speed, his sword raised over his head, fully intending to bury it deep in Kili's skull. Yet before it could deliver the death blow, it suddenly stopped, its body jerking violently as the sharp end of a knife pierced its neck from behind, driving it straight through to the front. In seconds, the foul beast toppled over the edge, just missing Kili as it fell down into the pit below.
Kili breathed a sigh of relief, and using his last bit of strength, he pulled himself up, rolling back onto the ledge as he struggled for breath. He then fought to get to his knees, his eyes searching out his savior. And there she was, now half prone on the stone floor, clutching the dagger that still remained in her shoulder, but smiling at him through the pain. His love…his Tauriel. Kili crawled the few feet to her side, taking her face in his hands as he stared into her beautiful green eyes.
"Thank you," he breathed, unable to say anything more, for his heart was simply too full to speak.
"And thank you in return," she smiled, reaching up with her fingers, eager to touch his face as well. She could feel that same spark of fire as it raced through her, telling her exactly what she had always known in her heart. She loved Kili…now and for all time. It was also then that she noticed that Fili and the others were still fighting on the other side. "Kili…my bow!" she instructed, gesturing to where she had dropped it during the fight.
Knowing exactly what she meant, Kili did indeed grab it, as well as the remaining arrows from her quiver. Tauriel's weapon was a bit larger than his own, almost as tall as he was in fact, but he would have to make due. Taking aim, he expertly sent each arrow into the bodies of the orcs still battling with his brother and friends. When the last one fell, causing the five dwarrow to look around in surprise, Kili lowered his weapon with a sigh of utter relief.
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Fili kicked the orc that had just fallen in front of him, making sure that it was truly dead, before looking over at his brother, holding up his sword in a salute of thanks for his good aim. Kili grinned back, beyond relieved to see that Fili, his father, and his friends appeared relatively unharmed. He could also see that Bofur had successfully protected little Flinn and Frerin, the two lads peeking cautiously out from behind the miner's legs, staring wide eyed at the gruesome carnage that lay before them.
Yet, before anyone could take a second breath, there came the sound of many footsteps, running towards them from the tunnel that Flinn had claimed led to the exit. The four dwarves hefted their weapons once more, while Bofur pushed the lads back towards the wall and readied himself to defend them again. Kili too could hear the commotion, and raised Tauriel's bow, cursing the fact that he only had three arrows left.
Fili braced himself for the onslaught of orcs that appeared to be heading towards them, not sure if they could survive another attack. They were wounded, weakened, and it looked as if his father was barely able to stand, yet their dwarf spirit would not allow them to give up.
With a loud roar, roughly two dozen vicious looking orcs came barreling into the cavern, causing Fili and the others to take a few steps back. They were hopelessly outnumbered, and stood very little chance of survival.
Kili nocked an arrow and held it taut, wishing to put his final three to the best use, waiting for one of the many creatures to make their move. It was a standoff, both sides waiting for the other to strike, though the orcs appeared confident in their ultimate success…and rightly so. Yet just as their enemy looked ready to attack, there came a loud cry from behind the dwarves, causing them to turn around and stare in shock at those who had just joined the fight.
Apparently many of the captive prisoners had not done as they had been told, and came to aid them in the battle…much to Fili's relief. They were armed with shovels, picks, and any sharp object they could get their hands on, all of which were now pointing at the startled orcs before them.
"Torvald!" Flinn called out in surprise, as his long time cell-mate came to stand at his side.
"Couldn't let you have all the fun, now could we, laddie?" the old dwarrow grunted, his one eye narrowing in rage as he stared at the beasts before them. "Besides, I owe these filthy creatures a thing or two for taking me eye!"
"Glad to have you," Fili assured the dwarf, nodding to several of the others who now flanked him. "Glad to have you all." And giving one final look at his father, and then one over at Kili across the way, Fili charged. "Du bekar!"
The battle was on once more, yet this time, there was hope. Kili did indeed make the most of each shot, felling one orc who had gotten the drop on his father, one who was about to throw an ax at Fili, and the last one he shot right through the head before it could take one step closer to Bofur – who was still protecting the children. After that, he was forced to stand there and watch, helpless to aid his brother and the others.
"Kili!" came Tauriel's voice from behind. Turning he saw that she was holding a handful of arrows out to him. "Here, use these," she insisted.
At first Kili had no idea where she had got them, but seeing that they were already stained with blood, he instantly figured it out. Apparently, while he had been taking out the orcs on the other side of the chasm, Tauriel had been crawling around, removing her spent arrows from the bodies of the orcs she had killed. He gave her a smile that spoke volumes, and grasping the shafts, he turned and once more made to defend the others.
However, even with the aid of the other prisoners, things were not exactly going their way, especially when another wave of orcs appeared on the bridge behind them, boxing them in, and causing half of their forces to turn around to take them on. The tide had turned once more, and not in their favor, it would seem. Yet before all hope was lost, there came yet another sound from the tunnel ahead…a horn, the kind used in Dale.
As the orcs before them spun around, they came face to face with an angry mob of men and dwarves, led by none other than Bain himself. Now caught in a crossfire, the orcs panicked and began to scatter every which way. Some falling to the dwarves, others to the men, and a couple of them actually falling off the side of the cliff in a fearful frenzy. As there became less and less to battle in front of them, the other prisoners turned and helped defeat the enemy attacking from behind, effectively ending the skirmish much faster.
When the last orc fell, those still standing looked around, searching for another foe…but there were none. It was then that the prince of Dale's eyes met with Fili's, over the bodies of the slain that lay between them.
"Fili?" Bain gasped, shocked at the sight of the bedraggled looking dwarrow. "Fili…you're alive!"
"Just barely," the blond prince stated with a sigh of relief.
"What in the world happened in here?" Bain asked, looking at the carnage all around them.
"Give me a moment to catch my breath," Fili begged, letting his sword arm to fall, the blade in his hand hitting the floor with a clatter as he leaned forward, supporting himself by placing his hands on his thighs. He took a few deep breaths…it was finally over.
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The moment Kili had realized Bain and their own troops had arrived, and the battle was now truly over, he dropped the bow and instantly returned to Tauriel. Kneeling beside her, he assessed her injury, realizing with a sigh of relief that she had not been lying to him, simply to spare his feelings. While the dagger was not small, she had managed to deflect it enough to keep it from burying itself too deeply into her shoulder. It was obviously still painful, but Kili knew that with the proper medical attention, she would eventually be just fine.
"I'm going to need to take that out," he told her, giving her a sympathetic look.
"I know," she nodded in understanding. She braced herself as Kili gripped the blade and pulled it out in one swift motion. Tauriel only gave a slight grunt, shutting her eyes for a moment as she breathed through the pain. When she opened them, she smiled up into Kili's brown eyes. "Will I live?" she teased, as he ripped away part of his tunic to stop the blood, wrapping her shoulder tightly in a proper field-dressing.
"You better!" Kili stated, though there was no levity in his tone. "I've spent the last several hours trying to convince myself that you were not already dead! Do you know what that did to me? How it tore me up inside?" He didn't realize he was practically shouting by now, his grief once more rising to the fore. "Why on earth did you push me out of the way like that…I thought you'd been buried under that rubble!"
Tauriel only smiled at Kili's tirade, seeing it for what it really was…his way of saying he cared.
"I pushed you because I didn't wish to see you killed either," Tauriel explained, touched at the way he was still tending to her shoulder so gently, despite the rise in his voice. "And I was buried in the rubble…at least a little bit." She looked down at her leg, the rag that had been tied around it stained red with her blood. "My leg was pinned under a sharp rock, and I must have been struck on the head, for when I woke, I was alone and didn't know what had happened."
"You saved my worthless hide, almost at the cost of your own, that's what happened!" Kili insisted. "I called and called, attempting to dig you out, until the orcs came and dragged me away." Once again, the young dwarf's face became frantic, reliving those horrific moments over in his mind.
"I'm fine, Kili," she soothed, placing her hand on his arm. "Think no more on it."
"But that's just it…all I could do was think!" he moaned, shutting his eyes in shame. "Think about how I might never see you again, how I would never hear your voice, or look into your lovely green eyes." He reached up and brushed a stray wisp of hair from her face. Oh, how he adored her hair, so long, soft…and fire red. "But especially, I thought of how I didn't get a chance to tell you what I wanted to in the woods the other night."
"Well…you could tell me now," she suggested, having thought of little else since then.
Yet as Kili opened his mouth to speak, he realized he could not form the perfect words - that nothing he could possibly say would be eloquent enough to express exactly how he felt for her. So, instead, he stole a page from Dwalin's book of tricks, and kissed her instead.
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Back on the other side, more of their troops filed in, fanning out as they made sure the area was secure. It was then that the prince of Dale spotted the others, mixed in among the group of battered looking prisoners.
"Dwalin…Nori!" Bain sighed in relief. His eyes desperately searched out the three he had been most worried about. "Bofur? FLINN…FRERIN!" he shouted, placing his hand over his heart in pure relief as he watched the hatted miner emerge with the two lads at his side. "I can't tell you how happy I am to see that you're safe!"
"Us too, laddie," Bofur grinned, placing his hands on the two children's heads and ruffling their hair affectionately.
"Adad!" Frerin cried, racing towards his father and throwing himself into his arms. Fili rubbed the upset child's back, as the lad buried his face in his neck and sobbed loudly.
"There, there, Frerin," Fili soothed consolingly. "It's all over, everyone is safe, don't cry." Yet his heart broke at the thought of all his lads had been through, and how it might take them a long time to recover from such a traumatizing event.
Flinn too had left Bofur's side and was now hugging his father around the legs, tears of fear and relief mingling on his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry, Adad, and I promise I'll never disobey you again!" Flinn stated, looking up at Fili with childlike sincerity shining in his eyes. "I swear I'll do everything you say and never ever argue again!"
"Me too Adad," Frerin sniffled, his words muffled against his father's neck, though still easily understood.
Fili couldn't help but grin at his sons' assertion, reaching down to stroke at Flinn's baby soft hair.
"While it pleases me to hear that, son…I have a sneaky suspicion that this will be a very difficult promise for you and your brother to keep," Fili chuckled, looking over at his own father with warm affection. "For trouble appears to be in our blood, and even if we do not actively seek it…it seems to find us."
"And we will meet it head on, every time," older Flinn agreed, reaching out and placing a hand on Fili's shoulder. "We will face it together, son."
"Son?" Bain gasped, just now noticing the striking resemblance between the two dwarrow standing side by side. "Fili…is this…I mean…?"
"Bain, I would like to introduce you to my father," he grinned, gesturing to Flinn with a wide smile.
"Flinn, son of Frár, at your service," the older dwarf said with a tired bow.
"Bain…son of Bard, at yours and your family's," he answered back, still rather shocked. "Fili…how did this happen?"
"It's a long story, and one best reserved for when we are far away from this mess," the exhausted prince stated. "And in turn, you will need to tell us your tale as well. Of how you found us, and what happened after we got trapped behind the secret door. I hope you didn't have too much trouble getting here."
"Just a horde of orcs to battle our way through, nothing exciting," Bain chuckled, knowing that they both had stories to tell. "But, speaking of trouble, where's Kili…and Tauriel?" Bain asked, looking around with a worried expression.
"Over there," Dwalin answered, pointing towards the ledge on the other side. "We'll have to find a way to get to them soon, but I think right now, the lad and his lady would prefer a bit of privacy."
"Privacy? What on earth for?" Bain asked, turning his head to look where Dwalin had pointed, yet when he did, his mouth dropped open at the sight before him. Kili and Tauriel were locked in a lovers' kiss, apparently not caring in the least who saw them.
"Forget telling me about how you found your father, Fili…I want to hear that story!" Bain laughed, pointing at the elf and dwarf, currently joined at the lips.
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When Kili finally pulled back, he knew for certain that he never wanted to be more than a kiss away from Tauriel from that moment on. Her lips had tasted divine, like the sweetest berries or the richest wine. He breathed in her irresistible scent, imprinting her on his mind and heart for all time. Skin on skin…there was nothing like it for sending a dwarf into a lustful frenzy, and Kili sincerely hoped that Tauriel would not notice what that kiss had done to him.
"I…I hope that helps explain things," Kili whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I can speak the words, if you are still in any doubt."
"No…I thought you clarified it quite eloquently," Tauriel grinned. "But what does this mean…for us?"
"I know how I feel…I'm not afraid. You make me feel alive, Tauriel. You are my one," he told her, running his fingers through her soft hair, loving how it felt on his skin. "That there is no other dam in Middle Earth more suited for me than you. I have thought of no one but you since the day we met in the forest, when you saved me from that spider. It's been you I dreamed about each night, your laughter I could hear on the wind, and your eyes winking back at me every time I gazed at the stars. What I hope this means for us is that I would like nothing more in this world than to court you, Lady Tauriel." Kili's confidence waned however, when he saw her eyes open wide with shock. Had he been so wrong about her reaction to his kiss? Did she not feel the same way? "If…if you would agree to such a thing…that is. Unless…unless you don't want me to…"
"Kili," Tauriel began, reaching up to silence him with a finger on his lips and giving him a smile that said so much. "I too have been consumed with thoughts of you over the past sixteen years. I tried and tried to forget you, to purge you from my mind and heart, yet to no avail. I purposefully stayed away from Erebor out of fear…fear that if we did meet again and you did not feel the same way as I did, it would destroy me. Yet when Glorfindel presented me the chance to offer my services to your king, I could no longer deny the hold you had on my heart. I prayed that you would be there, that I might be able to make this journey with you, so I could discover if you truly had such feelings for me as well." She grinned at his now wide eyes and shocked expression. "Kili, what I'm trying to say is…I have loved you for many years, and I believe I shall for all eternity."
"You…you love me?" Kili could hardly contain his joy. His deepest wish was coming true. For a moment he had half expected her to shove him away after his bold kiss, yet now, to hear her words, he had never been so happy. "And all this time, I have loved you!"
"Then we are very well suited for each other, don't you agree?" she laughed.
"Perfectly so," he nodded amazed at this wonderful turn of events. "And it doesn't bother you that I'm a dwarf and you're an elf?"
"It is true that we are bound to face a measure of opposition, from both our races," she stated matter of factly, though it didn't seem to dim her smile. "Yet, why should it matter? I'm willing to endure anything, if it means having you by my side, Kili, prince of Erebor."
"And I would slay dragons to be with you as well, Tauriel, captain of the Woodland Realm. My love…my life…my one." And leaning in, he claimed her lips once more, this time slowly, taking his time to savor every sensation, though knowing full well that it would not be their last. He and Tauriel would share a lifetime full of kisses…and no matter how long that life might end up being, Kili was looking forward to every single moment.
Awwww, Kili and Tauriel finally got to speak their minds...though they let their lips do most of the talking for them. ha ha.
And it was Flinn Sr. who got to kill Gorbash...since he kind of deserved the right after all that horrible creature had done to him.
Glad that Torvald and the other prisoners came to their aid.
And way to go Bain! Like the Calvary to the rescue!
And now Kili and Tauriel are together, happy, safe and in love! We can all give a sigh of relief.
Guest Reviews:
(Good to have you all back!)
Guest: I bet she has been wandering around looking for Kili! After she woke up from being knocked out and half buried, that is. And Gorbash is not going to be doing any more figuring from here on out...since he is kind of DEAD. ha ha. Thanks
Guest: Thanks for the wow.
dojoson41: Well...I DID give you two...and now this one. Does that make you happy? ha ha.
abc: Glad you are still out there...I get worried when people disappear. Yes, I am THAT needy and clingy. ha ha. I am glad you like my more frequent posting schedule. I am thinking five a week...not sure what days though, so keep checking back frequently. Thanks for your continued support.
Aranel Mereneth: Saving Kili is what she lives for, ha ha It is an interesting hobby, but one she excels at. ha ha.
Guest: Packing to go on an adventure? (pictures Bilbo running out of his house with the contract flapping in the breeze) Yep, found Flinn Sr...and of course I would never be that mean to Kili and kill off Tauriel. Yep, that was one cool dwarf there and the fact that he could speak raven sure came in handy! I love the ravens. Thanks!