Zoor Se Dovahruth
Nine

-Fahliilen Hahnu-
Elvish Dreams

"Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea," Gandalf announced. Keeva turned around to beam up at the Grey Wizard but the expression on Thorin's face stumbled her, "This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy."

Keeva's lips turned to a frown and Gandalf grumbled unhappily at the dwarf, "You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself."

Thorin quipped back just as quickly, "You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us."

"Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm," Gandalf chided. "Which is why you will leave the talking to me."

Keeva let a small smile spread to her lips and returned her gaze to Thorin only to find him staring in her direction. She liked when Thorin sometimes had his feathers ruffled. It was good for him. But what she like the most is the Thorin that is very caring and thoughtful too. The very serious, negative, and resentful Thorin was the one that worried her most.

The company continued on and crossed a bridge to enter into Rivendell. Two stone sentries stood watch at the end of the bridge and Keeva let her eyes wander over them curiously. These 'elves' were much taller than her. She was just a bit shorter than Fili and Kili of course. She could feel a sort of relation with these elves, but ultimately there was a disconnect. Bosmer were much more… well they were considered to be the black sheep of all elven kind.

They aren't seen as bad as much as malicious and mischievous. The Altmer, or High Elves, tend to see the Bosmer as tainted and unreliable; the Nords see them as cunning, treacherous, but also outwardly meek; the Imperials viewed them as easily impressed primitive tribes; the Redguard thought them as cowards and untrustworthy liars and throughout Tamriel they were conceived as congenial thieves and pickpockets. But these elves… they were much closer to the High Elves – the Altmer – of Tamriel than the Bosmer.

"What do you think, lass?" Balin leaned in to ask while he too was staring around their surroundings. "Anything like your kin?"

Keeva hummed lightly, her eyes meeting Balin with an unsure expression, "The same yet not the same. Bosmer are the black sheep of the flock. These elves are the cream of the crop."

Balin's brows rose with some surprise. He'd never really heard Keeva talk about her kind until now, and to hear her talk the way she did about them was a shock. It was clear quite often that she was proud of her blood but something seemed to change the tune the minute they walked into Rivendell.

Gandalf walked forward when a dark haired elf began descending a flight of stairs, a smile upon his lips to greet them. "Mithrandir."

"Ah, Lindir!" Gandalf called a mirroring smile on his own face. Keeva listened to the mistrusting whispers from the dwarves around her. She looked to each face, disappointment wrought in her features. Fili walked over to stand next to her and leaned in to whisper to her quietly, "Stay close and don't go wandering off."

Fili's breath graced onto the tip of her ear and a strange chill rolled down her body and pooled in her lower abdomen. Keeva's cheeks were deep red and she nodded innocently confused, "Okay."

Fili wondered if she was becoming sick with the way her complexion was becoming so flush and he placed his hand on her forehead to see if there was a temperature. She was cool to the touch. He hummed lightly but smiled none the less. Keeva looked at Fili oddly for the strange gesture he was giving her. But with the smile still growing on his face Keeva couldn't help but giggle.

A blow of a horn in the distance caught the attention of everyone. Keeva recognized the sound from earlier when they fell in the hole. The dwarves were immediately on edge and Keeva was eventually being pushed into the middle of the group of them as if she was a poor little kitten about to be killed. Fili warned her to stay put and she was going to do as she was told since she had told him she would stay close. The horsemen came galloping into the courtyard, circling around the defensive dwarves.

They eventually stopped, one of them calling out to the Grey Wizard that was watching from the side. Keeva let her eyes land on the elf of tall stature in amazement, "Gandalf!"

The Grey Wizard bowed gracefully, "Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh?"

Keeva was lost in the conversation after that point. It seemed the dwarves were also in the same boat, so she didn't feel left out. "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near."

The Elf Lord held up an Orc sword and showed it to everyone before handing it off to Lindir. Gandalf smiled warily, "Ah, that may have been us."

Thorin finally stepped forward and Elrond looked upon him with recognition, "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain."

Thorin's eyes turned to a dark suspicion, "I do not believe we have met."

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain."

Thorin didn't look very impressed, "Indeed; he made no mention of you."

Keeva noticed the Elf Lord ignore the insult and instead turned to the rest of the company speaking in his fluid and beautiful language, "Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin."

Gloin stepped forward, untrusting in the lightest sense, "What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?"

The other dwarves were becoming just as weary and agitated as Gloin. Gandalf sighed, "No, master Gloin. He's offering you food."

The dwarves quickly gathered together and discussed amongst themselves. Keeva couldn't hold back a giggle that escaped her lips. The group then turned back to Gandalf and Elrond seeming a bit lighter in tone, "Ah well, in that case, lead on."

The dwarves began to follow Lindir up the stare case but Gandalf reached out for Keeva, lightly drawing her over to him so that he could introduce his shadow. Fili stopped at the bottom of the steps, his eyes showing his concern as he would look back and forth from the group heading up the stairs and then back at their only female companion. Gandalf turned back around, realizing that they were not alone, "Fili? Is something the matter?"

Keeva glanced back as well, finding Fili's eyes upon her. She smiled gently, "It's alright Fili. I'll be up in a bit."

It took all the will power he had to nod and walking up the stairs after his brother and companions. He didn't want to leave her there with the Elf Lord. But she was with Gandalf and that gave him enough reassurance to let her go. She was part of their company now and they all had to look out for one another.

When Gandalf and Keeva returned to Elrond they found him smiling, "The master dwarf is fond of you."

Keeva's already bright eyes seemed to grow brighter when Lord Elrond pointed out this simple fact. Gandalf hummed happily instead of giving a light chuckle at the expression on his shadow's face, "Fili does like to tease her often."

Elrond nodded and bend down on one knee so that he was level with Keeva, "And who might you be?"

Gandalf cleared his throat, a proud grandfatherly look upon his features, "This, my friend, is Keeva."

"A pleasure, Mi'lady," Lord Elrond bowed elegantly. Keeva tried her best to bow in return. Elrond looked her over, spotting the pointed tips of her ears under her wild hair , "You are quite small for elvish kind, if you do not mind me saying."

Keeva flushed lightly and tried to hide her embarrassment, "I- I- well I'm not exactly what would be considered kin."

"Keeva is a special case, Lord Elrond. She is a half-breed born from a Nord man and Wood elf of her home land."

"Skyrim," Keeva inserted after Elrond looked her over oddly, "I come from a realm called Skyrim."

Elrond raised a brow curiously, the name foreign to his tongue, "And how is it that you came to Middle Earth, Mi'lady?"

Keeva's blue eyes turned up at Gandalf, who nodded down at her in support, "It's alright, Keeva. Lord Elrond is one of the few in this land that will keep your secret for life."

Keeva twisted back around and gave a sweet smile, "Dragons, my lord. Dragons."

…

The company of dwarves began to settle down to dinner after dropping their supplies off in a guest house that had been given to them. Fili began looking around with worry, still having not seen Keeva for some time now. Bofur found the lad staring at the entrance to the dinner hall, waiting until the sight of a wild looking young girl would come through, "She'll be alright, laddie. Keeva's a strong girl. Plus she has Gandalf. Nothing will happen to her."

Fili knew Bofur was right. She was in safe arms. After all, Gandalf had been the one to bring her along to Bilbo's place. Keeva clearly trusted Gandalf. So he had nothing to worry about.

Fili knew he wanted to protect her and that instinct came down to the fact that he liked her. The young dwarf hadn't realized how much he did like her until her absence, though he should have before then. But they were always too busy for him to even notice or think about it.

Just in the few weeks that they had been traveling, the few meaningful exchanges, the teasing, and then the braiding – that should have been a clear sign as any; braiding was a very personal and intimate tradition within dwarf culture and Fili had willingly braided Keeva's without a second thought.

But the question was did Keeva feel the same way? Of course she cared. She cared about everybody within the company. That was just her nature. But did she care about him a little differently?

Fili figured he would try and figure it out but this was much more complicated than just scrutinizing the situation. They were both involved in the quest for Erebor and that should be their main focus. But Fili couldn't help but want the one person he liked and cared for. He wanted her safe, even if she was a skilled huntress and could talk to dragons.

Fili drew himself out of his thoughts once the wild fire tresses of familiar person came joyfully skipping through the archway, her eyes alight and her smile beaming up the room. The dwarves around the table laughed and hollered for Keeva to join them, "You're looking mighty delightful, lass," Gloin noted with a chuckle.

Keeva exhaled a breath of relief and wandered over to an empty chair that sat between Fili and Kili, "I am. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

The dwarves around her urged her to go on, explain what she meant. "Well, Lord Elrond has been very accepting of a lowly wood elf to enter his home. I had feared because of my low birth status that my presence would be unwanted."

"Even if you were unwanted, lass, we wouldn't let them throw you out," Balin told her supportively. Keeva felt grateful after Balin's little testimony. Fili placed an endearing hand on hers and smiled, "I would bash heads to make sure you had a place next to us."

Keeva giggled, "Now don't you get yourself in trouble, Fili. I wouldn't want to see you in trouble because of me, especially with your uncle."

Fili had to agree she was right, "I suppose that would not make the situation better."

"No," Keeva laugh, "no it would not."

Their dinner started the second Lord Elrond, Gandalf and Thorin entered the room and took a place at the table in front of the company. Keeva felt slightly separated from their leader but she enjoyed the time she had with her other friends. For a special dinner, especially since the last one at Bilbo's, the dwarves were acting very tame. Bowls of green plants were placed before them and the noises uttered from the mouths of the dwarves quietly had Keeva biting her tongue to keep a laugh hidden from the elves.

Keeva fondly remembered her mother's love for all things green when she was but just a wee little girl. Galathil had come from Valenwood, a realm where most of the central portion of the land is made up of both heavy rainforests as well as thick mangrove swamps. And the rule for being a Bosmer in Valenwood was stricter than any in Tamriel. Galathil had told many tales to her daughter about her growing up in such a strict culture, the first being the pact with the god Jephre.

"Upon enacting the pack with Jephre, he blessed the Bosmer to become more amiable to the animals and forces of nature. But for such a blessing, strict rules must be enforced. Ones that regard the conservation of Valenwood," Galathil told her daughter one night before sleep was upon them.

"How so, Angua Varla?" Keeva had asked, her sky blue eyes growing with curiosity.

Galathil smiled sweetly, bringing the thick fur blanket up to her daughter's tiny chin and placed a kiss upon her forehead, "Valenwood is a sacred place, my Welkynd. And one of the principle tenants is that we Bosmer are not allowed to use wood or any other plant materials for construction. Even harvesting the timber of Valenwood is considered a heinous crime. Simple repercussions, little things like smoking, cannot be used either. My father, like much of the men before him, would use horns as pipes and fill them with grubs and caterpillars. It was a very odd smell but it's one that reminds me of home.

"Likewise, the people of my realm are strict carnivores including beverages. There are no ales, only fermented pig milk called Jagga and molded meat with spices called Rotmeth, which is highly alcoholic. What convinced me to leave Valenwood though was the Meat Mandate. It is the more gruesome aspect of the Green Pact which ensures that Bosmer aren't to despoil nature. Is says that we can eat any game, beast-folk, man or elf, including each other. Anything killed must be eaten within a period of three days by religious sanction. I watched my own family eat my grandfather after his death and I knew that I did not want my children to witness the same thing, to grow up thinking that this was right. It is the memory of my childhood that haunts me the most, even now as your mother."

Keeva could remember the fear and disgust in her mother's eyes. As a little girl, Galathil had her eat as many vegetables as she could grow. Keeva could remember the warm summers, her feet bare and wiggling her toes into the damp soil of her mother's garden. She would be covered all the way up to her elbows in dirt and her clothes were sometimes beyond salvation after she'd gone rolling around amongst the plants, dreaming of a land filled with tall trees, humid climate, and bright colored flowers. There was no doubt Keeva was a Bosmer at heart. Her soul called for the land of Valenwood but her morality knew that she would have been unhappy had she grown up there.

Keeva smiled, picking up the green plant in front of her and taking a bite. Kili did a double take after he'd glanced over to see if anyone else was eating. Finding Keeva eating the food without complaint really shouldn't have surprised him. But after all the hunting she had done for them on the road and eating her kills with them, he'd just assumed that was what she preferred most. "Are you really eating that?"

Keeva looked up surprised. She'd been so focused on her plate that she hadn't noticed Kili watching her, "Huh?"

Kili shook his head hopelessly. Dori nudged his brother after watching Keeva eating away at the food in front of them, "Try it. Just a mouthful."

Ori shook his head slowly, picking up a single leaf with little chance of trying it, "I don't like green food."

Keeva stopped chewing her food and studied each dwarf around the long table. None of them were pleased in the least. Dwalin roughly handled his bowl of food, frustration littering his tone, "Where's the meat?"

"Have they got any chips?" Ori asked politely, looking down the table to see if he could find any. Keeva couldn't believe her eyes. Were they really not going to eat? She could understand their mistrust of the Elves but when someone is offering you food you don't push it away.

Dwalin lean into the table, his eyes finding Keeva two seats down, "Lass, could you sneak out to hunt tonight? I have a terrible feelin' in my bones that we won't be eating meat."

The long table of dwarves all nodded in agreement. Keeva couldn't believe her ears. She even found Fili and Kili looking to her with pleading eyes. "You're not joking are you…"

A unison of shaking heads was the answer she received after that. Keeva looked down at her food, her blood almost boiling. But she took a deep breath, sighed, and looked to Fili first so he could see her disappointment before she nodded at the other dwarves helplessly. "I will sneak out after dinner."

The table busted out with a quiet joy. The men returned to at least filling their bellies with wine and talk of home, the Blue Mountains, and old war stories. Keeva retreated back into her thoughts, trying to figure out how she would sneak out to go hunting without Lord Elrond or Gandalf finding out. She had Lady Nocturnal on her side though. She was sure she'd be able to get in and out without being seen.

Fili on the other hand had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach after Keeva had given him that look of disappointment. He hadn't ever expected her to give him that sort of feeling before. In fact the only time he actually ever did feel guilt from another woman was from his mother, when she would get upset with him. No other woman had been able to do that before.

While Keeva continued to eat, the dwarves were amusing themselves with the music the elves were playing. One particular dwarf next to Keeva, was gawking, smiling and winking at the elvish harp player. Bofur looked back and forth between Kili and the she-elf and Dwalin stared back at the young dwarf unamused.

When Kili turned his gaze back to the balding dwarf, the smile on his face fell, "Can't say I fancy elf maidens myself."

Keeva watched as Kili shook his head trying to convince the others around him of his statement. Keeva wasn't sure what was going on. "Too thin," Kili mutter, earning some raised brows of surprise from Dwalin and curiosity from Keeva. "They're all high cheek bones and creamy skin. Not enough facial hair for me."

Keeva looked down at herself, comparing her features to that of the other elf maidens in the room. Like Kili said, they were thin, high cheek boned and creamy skinned. Keeva was of an ivory tone, though her mother had been a light brown, her cheek bones weren't terribly high and she was somewhat thin. She wasn't so interested in Kili appealing to her but she wondered if she was appealing at all.

Kili's face then went very sly as he started to nod his head in the direction of the elf that had just pasted him, "Although, that one's not bad."

Keeva let her eyes land on the elf, it was a man, not a maiden and now she was completely confused. Dwalin leaned forward and gave the young dwarf a knowing smirk, "That's not an elf maid."

Kili looked over at the elf and back at Dwalin with surprise. Dwalin winked at the boy teasingly and the table began to laugh and chuckle quietly. Kili looked mortified. Keeva was completely lost, almost flustered. Fili looked down at the young woman beside him, a smile still on his face, but upon seeing the confusion in her eyes he let out a small sigh.

"Kili had made the mistake of fancying an elf man," Fili tried to explain, but the look in her eyes hadn't disappeared.

"I could have guessed that by the look on his face. But how in Oblivion did he not know?" Keeva asked in a whisper. She leaned in to keep the discussion between them. She didn't want to upset Kili in the least. He was a good friend to her after all.

Fili smirked, "Don't you worry, Mi'lady. Little Kili has always been a little special."

…

After dinner had finished and the small food fight that had broken out subsided, the dwarves wandered off to the fountains of Rivendell to clean themselves off. Keeva found that as an opportune moment to talk with Lord Elrond about her story. Off in the distance, the company of dwarves were jumping off one another into the fountain, splashing and hollering. Keeva adverted her eyes and spotted Lord Elrond speaking with Lindir in their native tongue.

Just as Keeva was about to greet the Lord of the House, her target paused, their eyes landing on the sight that Keeva, herself, had been hoping to avoid. Keeva sighed, trying her best to shield her eyes, using her tiny hand to block her vision. "My Lady."

Lindir's voice was most troubled and when she peered at him with her ocean blue eyes a small smile of relief seemed to cross his features, "My Lady, perhaps we should go inside and away from the ruckus?"

Keeva's eyes would have ventured over to the sight in question but her hand was blocking the view. She grinned, glad she could still joke about the situation, "I was going to request Lord Elrond's company, if you will allow me, my Lord."

Elrond smiled down upon the Bosmer, giving her a sense of ease and welcome, "Please, iell o amlug, I shall love to hear of your tale."

The Lord of Rivendell reached an arm out, placing it firmly upon her shoulder, veering her away from their unruly guests. Keeva smiled warmly up at the Lord, "iell o amlug?"

"It is a name we have come to call you, if you do not find it offensive, Miss Keeva," Elrond explained with a short nod. "It means Daughter of Dragons."

Keeva's smile faltered only a little but she hid her uncertainty well, for the Lord never noticed, "It sound very beautiful."

"If you allow me to ask, what do they call you in your homeland?" Lord Elrond asked, leading Keeva into an open study, the curtains from the pillars billowed in with the wind, the smell of summer warming Keeva's heart.

Elrond allowed Keeva to set on a chaise while he took to standing by the pillars, admiring the gardens past his study. Keeva sighed, never really liking the name she was given by the Grey Beards, "They call me Dovahruth, Dragon curse in dragon tongue. But my mother often called me Welkynd, which means Sky Child. I often thought that was quiet ironic, her calling me that since there was a dragon bound within me."

Elrond watched the young woman out of the corner of his eye, noting the slight frown that formed on her lips and the furrow of her brows as she spoke the names. She resented a lot of memories from her past, even the names that characterized her. Did she resent herself?

"Tell me of this curse," Elrond insisted, moving away from the archway and finding a chair across from her. "I understand that only a few know of it."

"Master Gandalf only knows the whole truth," Keeva admitted, her eyes peering up at the Lord Elf, "Thorin thinks he knows. But for his safety, I have kept out the details."

"Go on," Elrond insisted, his brows furrowing, making him seem all the more serious.

"It all began with the death of Fokeinvokul…"

…

Night seemed to descend upon the company sooner than they expected. Fili sat on his cot, his back against the wall as he watched his companions feast upon a few rabbits that their half-breed companion was able to capture. They thanked her quickly before skinning away at it and leaving her at the door to stare at her work being done in. Fili had noticed a slight frown upon her lips but did not point it out, finding that a smile had quickly replaced it after Ori offered her a few lessons in Khuzdul.

Keeva was long gone into the land of dreams by the time Fili's eyes wandered back over to his companion. He noted the purple under her lashes, a clear sign of her exhaustion. Even the slight twitch in her fingers as she slept was a good sign that she was still even working within her dreams.

Fili wondered lightly what she was dreaming about. He wondered lightly about the one word she spoke after being found lying in the woods during the companies fight with the trolls. He wondered if she dreamed of her homeland, so far away now that it seemed unreachable.

He didn't have to wait much longer into the night as he smoked away on his pipe and others in their company began to lie down for the night. Her brows began to furrow, her lips would purse, and even her hands would grip onto her blanket tightly for support.

It was when the murmur of words, words in a dark and sharp tongue, began to produce from her lips did Fili begin to worry…

Keeva's heart began to pound as she stood at the edge of a cliff, her back to the open abyss of Oblivion, a body stood directly across from her not even a yard away. When the eyes of the man lifted up so that she could see them under the dark hood did Keeva whimper. The mask was present upon his face and she would rather it remain that way because she did not want to know whether Bedastyr was smirking or frowning. Not knowing seemed to ease her fears better than anything else.

"You never leave me be," Keeva whispered, the words carried with the wind to the assassin and she almost wanted to cry when his eyes only narrowed even more.

"I'm stuck with you now. So get over it," he muttered darkly, the smugness not making the situation better.

"What?"

"You consumed my soul," Bedastyr stated, an anger presenting itself on the edge of his sentence. "You don't remember?"

"I- I don't-"

"No need to!" he hissed. "You're pet saw to it!"

"My pet?" Keeva did not understand. Bedastyr was not making any sense.

"I told you he never left," Bedastyr darkly chuckled, "but you never listened."

Off in the distance, as if she were back in Skyrim, a monstrous, bellow of a roar echoed throughout the land and Keeva's heart rate jumped up into her throat. The sound was that of a dragon and she knew all too well who the dragon was.

The throaty sound resonated again, announcing how close the beast was and Keeva's eyes wandered all over the skies, dread filling her arms and legs to the point that she couldn't move. But she had made the very mistake of not watching Bedastyr, allowing him the chance to sneak up on her and take her within his grip.

Keeva gasped, the strong hands taking her throat and waist, dragging her down the path. "I will take you from this world with me. You're Dragon cannot save you."

Keeva cried out, wiggling and squirming as much as she could for such a small frame, "Keep it up Keeva. You know you're too weak."

Keeva kept thrashing. The dragon's cries were getting closer and that seemed to be the only help she could feel safe and within her reach. With a deep breath, Keeva delved deep into her soul, deep into her body and formed the words on her tongue with ease, "Fo Kein Vokul!"

Bedastyr's hand forcefully covered her mouth then as he paused in his efforts to take her into the abyss of Oblivion. There was a brief pregnant silence, so eerie that Keeva could have cried had she not received an answer. But to her relief, the dragon's roar was murderous and coming fast at them.

Bedastyr began dragging the tiny half breed as fast as he could into the void behind him. The dark leathery wings of a beast coming into view and Keeva nearly screamed as the claws opened, ready to rip into her flesh and bones.

But they never did.

Keeva never felt the pain and instead found herself panting beneath the many pairs of eyes of her companions. She stared back at every single one of them, each one unsure, terrified or concerned. Dwalin bend down on one knee and held out his water skin, "Drink this, Lass."

The opening of the pouch was held to her mouth and small amounts of water were welcomed into her stomach to ease the small ache in her. Oin matted back bits of her drenched locks and took a cloth to her forehead to dry her away from the worked up sweat. "That must have been a mighty bad dream, my dear."

"I- I so-"

"Don't say anything," Fili insisted as he gently pushed Keeva back into her bed roll after she'd tried to sit up. "You don't need to tell us anything right now. The night is still young. Rest."

"But I must," Keeva protested. "I must speak. You all are in danger."

Fili glanced from Keeva to Dwalin darkly. They both seemed to be on the same page as they helped Keeva sit up, "What do you mean Lass?"

Keeva's lip trembled, having to admit what was wrong with her, what had been wrong with her terrified her the most. But they were in grave danger if they stayed anywhere near her.

"He's back," she breathed, pushing back the sleeve of her tunic, the marking on her arm bright and angry, "Fokeinvokul lost daal."

…

Jephre or Y'ffre is the most important God of the Bosmeri Pantheon. Referred to as The Storyteller and God of Song and Forest.

Oblivion are dimensional planes which are home to all the Daedra, divine beings that are not labeled 'good' or 'evil' but are capable of tremendous acts of devastation. Typically when one refers to Oblivion it is the same as if we would reference the word Hell.

Glossary

Angua Varla in Bosmer language means 'My Star'

Lost daal in dragon tongue means 'has returned'

A/N: This chapter had a bit of work needing to be done to it so that would be why this posting is coming out a bit later than usual. But also had I been feeling good the past week it would have been out sooner. Sadly I'm still recovering from an incident in the ER and am trying my best to not put myself back into the same position. It's difficult when medication gets involved and things done pan out as planed…

But anyway, I'm glad I could get this out and move on. I wanted the stay at Rivendell to be happy and also a little unnerving because one it is a nice change in pace for other reasons but also because Keeva has quite a bit going on since they escaped the orc pack from the last chapter. She hadn't really sat down and talked about her incident with Bedastyr, well she still really hasn't, but that will be coming up in due time. But she also hadn't really allowed herself to believe that her curse was back. I think you'll find her trying to work out this curse a bit more as time goes on and how she will control it but until then she has quite a bit of explaining to do to the company. Thorin kind of has an idea but honestly doesn't know about the dragon, if you remember. I had always wanted to figure out how he would react to such news. He is always surprising in some aspects.

Fili on the other hand is trying to figure things out himself. He is the heir to Thorin but I really wanted to challenge himself and his feelings as well as his future in that position to really begin rounding out his character. I think I will begin to touch on Keeva's thoughts next chapter.

I had one review from Vanafindiel, not from last chapter but one from I think the third that had asked about me referring Keeva as a little girl. I want to apologize if that was written poorly to you. And the only reasoning I can explain myself for that tidbit was because I think I was referring to Gandalf's point of view on Keeva. He sees her as this tiny young child when really she is roughly 25 but you have to remember Gandalf if very old. Everyone to him must seem childlike in some aspect or another. And I think that was what I was trying to portray there.

So I would like to thank Marina Oakenshield, Gingah18, and Vanafindiel for their reviews. Thank you for the support and also the constructive help. That makes me a better writer and you all much happier. So thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hobbit or Elder Scrolls. Any character that is not familiar is of my own creation.