Tharwen sat between Bofur and Nori, as the other sat together away from the trio, Bofur and Nori attempted to include Tharwen into conversations.
Tharwen was content with staying away from the group as it is, she'd heard Thorin discussing her presence with Dwalin, was she really that bad, just by having elf blood in her?
"Would you still be here, if the wizard didn't say anything?" Bofur asked.
"I don't really know, I have nothing to go back too besides my brother, my father and mother are both dead, my younger brother is dead."
"No Tharken lad back at home? Lady like you must have men, elves and such all falling at your feet." Nori asked.
"There's many that do, but, my heart has spoken, it spoke long ago."
"Whose the lucky one?" Bofur asked.
"He passed into The Tharthan Hall of the Dead. My husband died against the Kiz'lan a few months ago." She said, twisting the ring around her index finger.
Bofur and Nori lowered their heads.
"We're sorry lass."
Tharwen waved her hand in dismissal.
"Wasn't your fault."
"Was that the ring the laddie gave ya?" Nori asked, noticing the silver ring on her middle finger.
"Aye, he crafted it for me, night before our engagement, my father wasn't happy when he found out." Tharwen let out a small chuckle. "But he learnt to accept Dharwen for who he was."
"What are the arrows for?" Bofur asked, earning a swipe at the back of his head from Nori.
"Don't be insensitive!" He hissed, looking apologetically at Tharwen.
"No, no, it's fine, really... Eight arrows for eight promises."
"Can I ask, what were they?" Bofur asked, earning another swipe which he ducked.
"Nori." She scolded. "I'll tell you both, just don't repeat this too the rest off them. I love you, I'll protect you, I'll protect our family, I'll protect the crown, I'll treasure our moments, I'll stay loyal to you, I'll never give up in battle, and I'll always come back to you." Tharwen sniffed at the last promise.
"Darling, it'll be alright, you'll see him again." Blfur said.
"In about 4000 years." She looked at Bofur sceptically.
"But you'll still see him."
She nodded.
There was rustling and the sound off branches breaking and Thorin yelled.
"Close ranks!" Bofur grabbed Bilbo, who was holding a sword, into the centre off the huddle and the group closed into a tight circle only to face... rabbits? and a wizard? a wizard on a sled? pulled by rabbits?
"What?" Tharwen asked, staring at Rhadaghast.
"Rhadaghast the brown" Gandalf announced.
Tharwen slumped her shoulders and leaned against the boulder next to the entrance off the cave hoard.
Gandalf and Rhadaghast slipped further away from the company and were discussing something he'd brought out that was cloth bound.
"Tharwen, do yer think you'll find love among the company?" Bofur asked in a whisper as she watched Gandalf's moments.
Tharwen's eyes fell onto the dwarfs, lingering over the ones that included her into the group, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Bombur, Nori, Dwalin, and she found her gaze lingering on Thorin, although he'd done nothing to include her.
"Maybe my friend, maybe."