Fili gently nudged Kili awake, "Come brother, get some stew."

Kili shook off the sleep. It was late afternoon. Kili glanced across the grass and saw Rhavaniel still sound asleep in her bedroll. That was truly a surprise. It was so surprising, Kili became concerned and rushed over to check on her.

Rhavaniel's skin was dark and warm, and her pulse was the typical Elf flutter. She woke with a yawn, blinked at Kili, and pulled the covers over her head.

Kili laughed. "Get up, lazy bones. We have work to do." He was thinking of all the arrows they were going to have to collect and repair.

"Noooooo." Rhavaniel protested. "Wait, is that food cooking?"

"Yes." Kili told her. "Get up and fight for a share of it like the Dwarf-in-disguise that you are."

Rhavaniel wordlessly jumped out of her bedroll, and limped off to the Dwarf assembly.

Fili came up beside Kili and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Enjoying being the older brother for a change?" Fili asked.

Kili blushed. He felt both relief and guilt that Fili did not understand the nature of his relationship with Rhavaniel. He wished he could talk to his older brother about her, but did not begin to know how. 'Now I am the one afraid to share the burden of my truths.'

"Come on." Fili urged, "Let's get a hot meal."

Bombur had prepared a beggar's stew, consisting of all the leftovers they had between them.

"We cleaned the two of you out of petty-dwarf roots." Bilbo told Kili and Rhavaniel.

"Glad to share." Kili replied. He sat beside Rhavaniel. "Are you well? You hardly slept when we first met, and now you sleep nearly as much as I do."

Rhavaniel shrugged, "I feel fine. It is not the poison. We elves just need more sleep when we are growing." She smiled mischievously, "I warned you - blink and I may grow even taller."

"I am afraid we have also finished off your honey." Bilbo informed them as he handed them mugs of tea.

"Thank you, Mister Boggins." Rhavaniel smiled. "It is a shame we lost our fishing lines. A trout would do nicely in this stew, and there seem to be so many of them below us."

The Dwarves all stared at her silently. Rhavaniel put down her bowl and hobbled toward the cliff. At the edge of the ancient unused street, she pulled thin sod up to reveal a drainage gate.

"Here." she said, "Spring run-off from the mountain comes in here. I saw the indentations earlier today, and heard the fish jumping. Good sized fish, not cavefish."

The rest of the Dwarves rushed to dig out and lift the grate. They lowered Bofur with a lamp, and there was indeed an underground waterway. A few fish even seemed to jump at the lamp light.

Bofur grinned up at them, "We've got fishing lines."