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Arriah stood silently, leaning out the window of her room, staring into the black void that was her world. The fresh air was certainly nice though.

Woo. Yeah, fresh air. Yay.

Arriah sighed. She was very, very bored.

At least I was able to find Bilbo. Don't know why I didn't look in the kitchens first. I mean, he is a hobbit after all. But... he seems a little off. Smells different too. Ah, it's probably nothing. He might have just been hanging around the dwarves for so long that he's starting to smell like them and stuff.

Arriah shook her head and turned. Grumbling about the blind minority of the world she set to dressing herself in some clothes that she had acquired from Legoals. Simple brown pants and a beige t-shirt. All she needed was a cover up. Nothing fancy, it would get ruined as she phased. Feeling around, and stubbing her toes quite a bit, Arriah managed to pack all the rest of her belonging's in a leather bag and tied a pair of knee high boots to the bag by their laces.

"There. All set I think. Now, we wait for the festival to begin."

Arriah had stumbled upon Bilbo earlier that day, after her meeting with king Thranduil. The little Hobbit had been relentlessly stuffing his face, with fruits and bread Arriah later discovered. After Bilbo had finished he had quickly explained his plan to her. She'd been rather unfocused to begin with, her mind still on her earlier meeting with the king, but that changed quickly once Bilbo began to talk about some barrels in a cellar somewhere and how they could just roll and then float out of the kingdom, and Mirkwood for that matter.

So now here she was, talking animatedly with Biblo, confirming final plans and such.

"So, one more time. I give you may bag, hide, then bolt to the west gate and wait for you guys to come floating by, but just in case your going to take my bag with you, actually, maybe give it to Fili, so that if there's trouble I won't have to worry about my bag while I bite off heads. Am I missing anything?"

"Uh, nope. You've got it."

"Great." Arriah slipped her bag off of her shoulder and held it out for Bilbo. "Be mindful of my knife and sword please. They're precious to me."

"Oh. Of course."

"The festival will be starting soon, should I slip out now, or when the elves start puking and fainting?"

"Uh, you should wait I guess."

Arriah nodded and ran a hand through her hair. "I'll get in position regardless. Please tell Fili that I'm alright, I just refuse to be packed away in a little barrel and sent downstream. I'm sure he'll understand."

"Yes, yes, alright."

"Good."

Arriah tucked her legs to her chest and sat motionless and she waited for the festivities to pick up. The elves were being quite jolly in their merrymaking, sparing no expense with the festival. A particular crowd that had chosen to hang out around Arriah's hiding spot were becoming increasingly more intoxicated, slurring their words and tripping over one another in an attempt to acquire more wine. They downed bottle after bottle, sweet, fruity, tart, and all varying levels in between were disappearing fast. Arriah could tell by how many bottles had now fallen to the ground, empty as a bears stomach after hibernation.

Arriah curled in on self and shook slightly. The solitude of her hiding spot was nice, almost comforting, but it gave the illusion of false safety. Arriah was a little nervous due to this. What if they found her? What would they do? Would she be taken to Thanduil and questioned? Or would they thinking nothing of it save that she just wished for some solitude?

Arriah sighed and tugged on the hem of her shirt, blindly pulling at a string that had come loose.

"Where is the keeper of the keys?!"

Ah, that must be the signal.

Arriah stood quickly and stalked forward until she bumped into a pile of what felt like wooden beams, however, their stability had already been messed with earlier, thanks to her and Bilbo, and she could feel that they had already shifted slightly. Quickly she reached out and up until her hands reached the top and she began to pull roughly. The pile pulled away with ease due to her and Bilbo's sneaky wheelie cart stealing skills.

Behind the pile of wood Arriah reached forwards until her hand came into contact with slightly damp dirt. A tunnel stretched out in front of her. An old escape tunnel dedicated to the royal family. But it was poorly hidden away once it became useless.

Arriah stalked forward quickly, but stepped carefully to avoid holes, roots, and the odd rock that had ventured into the tunnel. Shouts and yells echoed from behind her and she sped up.

"The dwarves have escaped!"

"Arm yourselves!"

"Quickly, to the west gate!"

Arriah grinned in the darkness.

"Way to go Bilbo."

The huntress picked up her pace and continued on through the tunnel, hoping to escape it's damp walls quickly.

Arriah smacked face first into a thick wall of vines. Startled she fell backwards, spitting dirt and leaves out of her mouth.

"Seriously? Who put that there?"

Arriah grumbled as she stood and pushed the vines away. "Finally. Now, to get to the dwarves."

Not bothering to strip Arriah ran forward before jumping down a ravine and phased midair. Landing on strong legs Arriah immediate began to run towards the sound of a running river. Oh, and the stench of Orc.

Great, Azog must have finally caught up with us.

Arriah pushed herself faster, jumping over fallen logs in a desperate attempt to regroup with the dwarves.

And Fili. Please be okay.

Finally the river came into sight. And so did the dwarves obvious issue. They'd been trapped by a gate, and were surrounded by elves and orcs. Growling furiously Arriah raced forward and crashed into the back of a large orc, sending him crashing into the water. Turning quickly the skin changer charged into the fray, biting and slashing flesh with her teeth and claws. Out of the corner of her eye Arriah noticed a particularly ugly orc drawing the string of a bow. Following the pointed arrows direction Arriah spotted Kili on top of the gate, pulling at a lever.

Arriah growled loudly and leaped forward just a the arrow shot. Catching the arrow in her mouth Arriah landed beside Kili and snapped the arrows shaft in two. Angrily she nudged Kili and raised herself before coming down in the lever, pushing it with her paws. Turning once the dwarves had been freed she pushed Kili back towards the other dwarves. She watched carefully as he jumped into a barrel before turning and heading towards the river bank opposite of the orcs.

Racing along side the dwarves in the river Arriah watched angrily as the orcs continued to attack. The elves had finally arrived, and Arriah didn't want to get caught in the middle, so she had decided to stay away.

Her green eyes scanned the river and the barrels quickly, searching for Fili in particular. Finding him Arriah made sure not to loose him, until Bombur flew past her and her black legs were slashed at with some swords. Growling Arriah turned on the orcs behind her. Snapping and puncturing necks, crushing ribs, and tearing off limbs. Bloody Arriah raced to catch up with Bombur and help him. Coming up behind him she lowered her head and once he was basically on top of her she lifted her head and threw Bombur onto her back. Arriah charged ahead of the remaining orcs to catch up with the company.

Slowly but surely the number of orcs began to dwindle as Arriah out ran them and the dwarves out floated them. Slowing to a dog-trot Arriah stopped at the edge of the bank and watched the dwarves haul themselves out of their respective barrels. Once they were all safe on shore Arriah yipped happily and jumped into the water.

Bombur coughed and sputtered a bit, but Arriah was an excellent, regardless of that fact, however, Arriah's paws reached the bottom of the river and she could stand fully with only Bomburs feet getting wet. Walking towards the other shore Arriah locked eyes with Kili, who was beaming at her, and then Fili, who looked so painfully relieved to see her.

Arriah jumped up onto shore and sat down quickly, sending Bombur sliding off. With a chuckle Kili jogged over to her and scratched her under her chin. Humming she lowered her head, inviting Kili to scratch her ears and head as well. The brunette dwarf laughed and continued to give her scritches vigorously.

"You are just an over sized puppy, aren't you?"

Arriah huffed and straightened to her full sitting height. She towered over Kili, and made a show of exaggerated how far down she had look to see Kili. Said dwarf just rolled his eyes and rested his hand on the side of her muzzle.

"You saved me. Thank you."

Arriah nodded as best a wolf could and moved her head out of Kili's hand to lick his nose.

"Ack! Arriah!"

Arriah pulled away and hummed before standing and making her way over to Fili. The blue eyed dwarf eyed her for a moment.

"Are you hurt?"

Arriah scrunched up her nose. She was, but, she couldn't exactly tell him that in this form, not that she would if she could. Shaking her head Arriah lowered to her stomach, matching his head height with hers, and whined lowly.

Sighing Fili reached out to run his hand over her head, and scratched behind her ears. "I have your bag. Almost lost it, I admit, but it's all still there."

Arriah nodded and licked his nose before taking her bag from his hands and disappearing into the tree line.

Arriah dressed quickly, fumbling with straps, and accidentally putting her jacket on backwards twice, her boots were a pain with all those laces, and she grumbled the entire time.

The familiar weight of her sword at her side and her mothers knife tucked away in her boot eased her slightly, but her nerves continued to dance. They always did after sh'ed phased, or been in a fight like that.

Huffing the huntress stalked back the way she was pretty sure that she had come from.

"Arriah."

Oh. yo, Fili, this is not the time to be trying to seduce me with your deep and husky voice, we're in the company of the Company, remember Flowerhead?

Arriah could feel her cheeks heating up at the thought of Fili seducing her and let out a little squeak. "F-Fili. Don't talk like that, you're making me nervous, heh heh, heh...Fili? You still there or-"

Arriah was cut short as soft lips hurriedly crashed into hers.

Oh.

Oh.

Arriah returned the kiss quickly, moving her hands to rest on Fili's chest as his arms encircled her waist. Arriah stood still in Fili's embrace as their lips brushed against one another in a slow pace. Feeling a little bolder Arriah wrapped her arms around Fili's neck and entangled her hands in his hair. Then she tilted her head slightly, to change the angle of the kiss.

Slowly Arriah pulled away for air and then was quickly pulled in for a bone crushing hug.

"Azyungâl, I'm so happy that you're alright."

Arriah buried her face into the junction of his shoulder and neck. Nope. Nope. I'm over it. I'm over it. I'm sorry, I lied. My legs hurt so bad right now. Ow ow ow. Please don't ever let go.

Arriah inhaled deeply and nuzzled Fili's neck with a (forced) smile. "I'm happy that you weren't hurt either."

Wow, so a lot happened in this chapter, and there was definitely some Firiah in there. Do you like the kissy stuff or nah? I probs wont go into detail about anymore then some serious making out in future chapters, but tell me what you want! R&R!