My dearest Anyanka,

When I am feeling rather glum,

I just take some time to think of your bum.

You are the girl I want to marry,

Even if your chin is not hairy.

All my love,

Kili

Anya laughed loudly as she read the letter Kili had sent her.

"Is it the Dwarven prince that is making you so happy my dear?" Anthriel asked as she sat next laughed softly and handed her mother the letter. Anthriel read the small poem with arched eyebrows.

"He certainly has a way with words does he not?" Anya asked with a chuckle.

"It concerns me that I cannot tell if he is serious or not. You should send him some Elven poetry so he can learn a proper prose." Anya smiled up at her mother.

"I like his poems just the way they are besides how do you think Thorin would react to him reading Elvish literature?" Anthriel nodded.

"Very astute observation my dear. Is all he writes to you are these poems?"

"Oh no this is just the first page. I think he likes to break the ice with some comedy." Anya smiled as she walked to her desk and pulled out some parchment along with an inkwell and quill.

"What do you write about?" Anya shrugged before responding.

"My training what the weather has been like, if Rhar has been ignorant. I send it along with petals of the flower he gave me. We promised that when the petals ran out I would come see him again." Anya smiled as she twirled the small flower in her hand.

"Tell me Anyanka, do you love him?" Anya smiled as she began to write her letter to him.

"More than anything else in the land."
"Then when the time comes to reclaim Erebor, you must go on the journey."

"You think father and Thorin would allow it?" Anthriel sighed softly.

"Your father will be of no concern but even if you must trick Thorin you must go." Anya stared at her mother questioningly but knew better than to doubt her.

"Of course mother, when the time comes I will be part of the company that reclaims our home." Anthriel smiled softly and placed a gentle kiss upon her child's forehead.

"You are the strongest person I know but you will grow stronger yet. You will make your mark upon the world."

"Do you think that father will allow Kili and me to be wed?"

"I think with the right amount of convincing he would gladly let you marry the young prince." Anthriel smiled as she braided the golden hair of her child.

"Do you and Kili talk about being wed often?" Anya shrugged as she continued to write her letter.

"It's come up a few times but I think he's scared to ask Thorin and he said he needs to go on an adventure first to prove himself worthy of me. He said that will help father say yes." Anthriel nodded.

"Your father is fond of brave acts. I think he sees that trait passed on to you and it worries him. He never imagined he would be the father to a battle maiden."

"Father said he is going to take me out so we can slay a party of orcs. He said he wants to make sure I'm okay when I battle my first one."

"Yes I had this conversation with your father. I told him it would be unwise for you to simple be wandering one day and be caught unaware by an orc. If he fights beside you he can make sure you're doing well and we remove the possibility of you going into to shock the first time you see one by yourself and dying."

"Mum?" Anya interjected.

"Why were you banished from Mirkwood?"

"I disobeyed orders from the king." Anthriel stated with an air of feigned aloofness.

"What did you do that disobeyed him?"

"It was forty-five years ago." Anthriel smiled softly.

"He gathered up his Elven legion and we marched to Erebor. The Dwarves were fleeing the mountain already by the time we got there. Everyone was screaming, crying, and fighting. Smoke rose from the mountain and every time the wind would blow it carried the stench of death upon it. I could see Thorin on the ground below us and he called up to the King for help, he was desperate never in his life had he faced such hardship before but the king turned his head and ordered us to return to Mirkwood. He would have us leave the lives of thousands to chance. I could not do that my dear. I could feel it within my bones a pull that grew stronger as I tried to ride away. I knew that the course of the rest of my immortal life would depend on my choice that day. I pulled my horse from formation and raced along the forest edge back towards Erebor. But before I could even make it to the mountain I saw the shape of a dwarf hiding under the brush. I could hear his steady heartbeat weakening and I told myself I had to save this dwarf. So I did I also married this dwarf." Anthriel smiled as she looked upon her child's enthralled face.

"We're you the only elf that disobeyed the king?"

"I'm afraid so my darling."

"What do you think would've happened if more elves would have disobeyed the king?"

"I think that there would be a strong friendship between the races and I believe that the dwarves would have had refuge with the elves while finding a home they would not have lost so many to the death pit of Moria."

"Why did you and father never have any more babies?"
"My, my you are just bursting at the seams with question aren't you little one?"

"Just answer it Mother." Anya retorted with a smile.

"Maybe the Valar granted me the knowledge that you alone would be hard enough to handle." Anthriel responded with a playful grin.

"And the real answer then mum?" Anthriel stroke Anya's hair as she spoke.

"Birthing you was a hardship my dear; however, as worthwhile as it was it has left me without the ability to give you any full-blooded siblings."

"Do you regret it?"

"There is one thing you must know about yourself Anya, nothing about you nor anything you shall ever do will be looked upon with regret."

I'm going to Georgia this weekend so there probably wont' be an update till at least Monday. Leave me some reviews and feed the muse!