Suddenly, her other sensed began to register in her mind; first the smell or lack of such, as the case may be. Orcs had a very distinctive stench, which was something that Reina could not find. Oddly, the scents that she did find were very familiar. Actually, now that she thought about it, the voices themselves were familiar. After a moment, she recognized Fili's distinctive drawl, and Kili's enthusiastic chatter.
Then she heard a voice that she was very happy to hear her own father.
Reina knew she had to open her eyes at some point, but she found that she felt rather comfortable, and was very tired. She still tried, however.
"Ungh "
"Look! She's waking up!" Kili watched his barely conscious cousin with rapt attention.
"Reina? Sweetheart, can you hear me?" Thorin murmured quietly, as he gently shifted his hold on her.
"Ungh ow " Reina's eyes fluttered as she pulled a hand up to her aching head.
"Reina, are you all right? Does anything hurt?" Fili asked, worry etching his features.
"Only my head. What happened?" Reina groaned as she sat up, only briefly remaining so before nestling her head on Thorin's shoulder with a moan.
" How much do you remember, sweetheart?" Thorin was truly worried. His daughter was as pale as snow, and she looked utterly exhausted.
"Just about everything about the fight, I think, and Fili running over to see if I'm alright. Then everything blacks out. I thought I might have been taken by Orcs; I couldn't move anything for a moment after I woke up, so I thought perhaps I had been tied up."
"Well, that sounds about right. After the five who attacked us were disposed of, Uncle came running in with Kili right after. You weren't really out for that long, cousin. Just a few minutes, at most." Fili told her, relief for her wellbeing evident in his eyes.
"Well, that's all right. Do you think that there are any more of them out there?" Reina looked up to Thorin.
"No, I'm fairly positive that there are no Orcs left. Now, let's get you home."
Thorin scooped Reina up into his arms. She shifted slightly, and then settled with her head on his shoulder.
"Come along, boys, let's go home. You're mother's probably worried sick by now, word will have reached her from the market.
Come on, Kili."
Kili was poking a dead orc one of the ones Reina burned with the end of his hunting bow.
"Uncle, do orcs always look like this? All black and charred?"
Thorin stopped, and took a look at the Orc Kili was prodding.
"No, Kili. Something must've happened to that one."
"But he's not the only one, Uncle. Those two over there look the same."
Fili looked at Reina, worry in his eyes once more. Reina began to explain, figuring out a story as fast as she could.
"He was carrying a torch when they attacked. He dropped it when he drew his sword, and his shirt if it can be called that - caught on fire. The other two caught fire trying to put out the existing flames. Idiots, all of them." Reina chuckled stiffly, with Fili only a beat behind her.
Thorin didn't seem very convinced, but he nodded his acceptance of her story.
"Well, that settles that. Come on, Kili. Your mother will have my hide if I don't get you all home safe."
Reina yawned, thoroughly exhausted, and resettled herself in her father's arms. She knew the conversation wasn't over, but at least she'd put it off temporarily until she could figure out exactly how she was going to tell her Da that she had magic, or if she would tell him. She didn't really understand it herself, yet. And how to explain this one to Fili. There was always something, it seemed.
Darkness came over her again, but at least it was the warm darkness of sleep, she noted. Cradled in her father's arms, she relaxed enough for sleep to take her, knowing she was safe.