Anya played with the hem of the sleeves of her dress while she walked with her parents through the banquet hall. The use of deduction would suggest that she was nervous because of the hundreds of eyes watching her every move and thought it probably played into it the main reason Anya was nervous was because she couldn't decide on whether she wanted Kili to be at the table or not to be at the table. Part of her wanted him to be there, she wanted to know the sound of his voice and she wanted to know if his dinner mannerisms were more similar to her father or to Rhar. (Both equally messy being dwarves but her father in a more dignified way).

"Mum?" Anya asked quietly.

"Yes dear?"

"We don't eat like dwarves do."
"So?"

"I don't want to offend." Anthriel sighed softly with a smile.

"Anyanka my dear, the young prince will either like you or he will not. The way you eat will not affect his heart. However if he does not like you then he's the daftest boy I've ever met and he'll be jealous when you find a more suitable man to betrothed to."

"What if the only person who wants to marry me is a big fat ugly mountain troll and he makes me skin his animals and cook them for him before eating me whole?"

"Anyanka," Rahvo looked down to his young daughter with a stern look upon his face.

"I would hope your cooking would be good enough for the halfwit to keep you around for at least one more meal." Anyanka laughed softly as she took her seat.

Kili looked up quickly from his bow as he tried to string it making the string snap back and leave a cut across his cheekbone. He winced and brought his fingertips to his face before leaving his bow unstrung in search for Fili.

"Did you hear that sound brother?" Kili had asked Fili quickly as soon as he laid eyes on him.
"I hear lots of things Kili, the most recent being the sound of your own bow attacking you." Fili responded with a twinkle in his eyes and a grin upon his lips.

"It was a laugh I believe, but it sounded nearly like a wind-chime, it sounded beautiful." Fili blinked trying to process what his younger brother was gushing about.

"You're getting worked up over a laugh are you? Do I need to take you down to the brothel and explain to you how baby dwarves are made?"

"I know how baby dwarves are made Fili!" Kili exclaimed and then his and Fili's eyes widened as their uncle Thorin approached with furrow eyebrows.

"While I'm glad I don't need to have that conversation with you I do not understand why it was necessary to announce to the populace." Thorin raised Kili's unstrung bow.
"You have no weapon on you, and it's not even ready for battle. What would you do if we were attacked right here in our home, would you let your mother die because of your foolishness?"

"Sorry uncle." Kili took his bow with downcast eyes as Thorin grasped his chin and tilted his head up.
"Kili your bow is meant to hurt your enemies not yourself." Fili coughed trying to hide his laughs.

"And you," Thorin turned pointing an accusing finger at Fili.

"I do not see a weapon on you either, cease your laughing before the tears in your eyes become those of pain instead of joy." Fili nodded clearing his throat.
"Sorry uncle, it won't happen again."

"I would hope so. Both of you come with me to greet our guests before I take you to put some salve on your cut."

Anya stood between her parents as Fili and Kili emerged with Thorin.

"Rahvo Dragonfighter." Thorin embraced Rahvo so tightly Anya could have sworn she could hear some of the dwarves bones pop.

"This must be your wife and daughter, forgive me but I've forgotten their names." More like forgot to care to remember Anya thought to herself.

"This is my wife Anthriel and our daughter Anyanka." Rahvo boasted proudly as Thorin gave them a polite nod.
"Do you not have a son?" Rahvo nodded.

"Rhar has returned to our home he is uncomfortable in others homes." Anya rolled her eyes, her father always made excuses for Rhar's behavior.

"You disagree with your father," Thorin looked down at Anya with dark piercing eyes.

"why?"

"Rhar doesn't care where he is as long as there is mead in his hand and a wench on his lap." Anthriel gasped softly as Fili and Kili burst out laughing hanging onto each other for support.

"Anyanka that is no way to speak of your brother especially in front of your king." Anthriel

"I asked her a question giving her permission to speak freely. I will ask you to all have a seat, my nephew Kili was not careful and he gave himself an injury and I told him I would attend to it." Anya's eyes jerked to Kili as she gave him a once over making sure she wasn't wasting his time while he could be dying from blood loss.

"Master Thorin if I may," Anthriel started.

"Anyanka is a most skilled healer, I would like to offer her services if nothing more than to apologize for the way she spoke of her brother in front of you."

"I mean not to offer you offense my lady but I am not comfortable with your daughter performing Elvish witchcraft on my nephew."

"Anyanka is trained in the Dwarven healing arts as well as Elvish my lord." Thorin looked to Rahvo for conformation.

"Aye, smart lass she is, once saved three of my toes from the cold she did." Rahvo stated singing his praise for his daughter as Thorin nodded.

"Kili escort the young maiden to the healing room."
"Yes uncle." Kili answered as he walked to Anyanka and held out his hand for her to take. Anya lifted a slightly trembling hand before resting it upon his larger hand and walked with him towards the door past Fili.

"Make sure he doesn't scar miss Anyanka, we wouldn't want to sadden the Dwarven maidens of the Blue Mountain."

Thank you so much for all of the reviews I received just for the first chapter! I am hoping to update this as often as I can but I am very busy with work and school. But I'll give you a hint: Reviews light a fire under my ass and make me push out chapters.