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Everything Changes

Fili chewed nervously on his lip as he wandered through the corridors. He had just left the others a few moments ago after giving them the good news about Fira. He knew if she could have seen the relief on the company's faces she wouldn't have believed it. Despite everything Fira had managed to worm her way into their hearts and Fili knew the company would willingly risk their lives for her as though she was one of their own. Shaking his head he glanced up to see Mithiel walking down the corridor towards him. Fili wasn't sure exactly why he was brushing down his tunic or running a hand through his hair. Drawing himself up to his full height he shone her his best smile as she finally clapped eyes on him.

"Oh..?" Glancing over his shoulder she looked back down at him, "Can I help you?"

"I just…" Fili could now see why his brother got so tongue tied around Fira. Every time Mithiel glanced his way he felt his heart getting quicker. Before she moved away he shook his head.

"I wanted to say thank you for saving my life earlier."

Mithiel gave a curt nod, "Had you dwarves not been so stupid I wouldn't have needed to in the first place."

Fili narrowed his eyes at her tone, "Stupid?"

She nodded, "Allowing an orc pack to track you is just asking for trouble."

"We didn't…we didn't allow anything!" Fili gaped. Mithiel shrugged and Fili forced himself to take deep breaths. It didn't matter how beautiful she was or how much she made him blush; he wasn't going to let her say things like that about him and his friends.

"For your information we weren't letting the orcs track us. We aren't amateurs after all."

Mithiel raised an eyebrow, "could have fooled me."

Before Fili could comment she slipped past him and wandered back down the corridor. Shaking his head he tried to reel back his anger.

"Fili?"

Looking over his shoulder Fili saw Kili walking towards him. At the smile on Kili's face Fili quickly forced one onto his own. Kili glanced back before giving Fili a sly smile.

"Wasn't that the elf you all arrived with?"

"Maybe," Fili sighed, "Yes."

Kili winked at him before linking arms and half dragging Fili down the corridor.

"Any particular reason you were talking to her?"

"Not really," eager to change the subject Fili gave Kili a small nudge, "So how is Fira."

As expected the worry came back into Kili's eyes.

"She was still sleeping when I left. But they told me she'd be alright." He turned and looked Fili straight in the eye.

"I think I'm going to tell her how I feel. I…I just don't want to leave here without me telling her I love her."

Fili blinked in shocked and Kili raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You never said it outright before," Fili explained, "That you love her."

"Oh," Kili shrugged, "Well I do."

When Fira came to she found herself lying in the middle of one of the biggest beds she'd ever seen. Pushing herself up she hissed as pain shot through her shoulder. Fira looked over at bandaged arm; wondering how many scars she would soon be able to add to her collection. Licking her dry lips she froze as the door opened. When a tall elf with light brown hair came in she allowed herself to relax.

"How are you feeling?"

Fira bit her lip. "Very sore."

The elf nodded. "You will for a time. You lost a lot of blood." She headed over to the other side of the room and pulled the curtains back. As bright sunlight streamed into the room Fira held a hand over her eyes.

"Sorry." The elf smiled. "My name is Llamryl."

"Fira." Fira smiled warmly at the elf who was now pouring her a glass of water. As she took the offered glass Fira looked down at herself with a grimace. Her whole body was covered in grime, her hair stuck to her face and she didn't dare smell herself. Llamryl gave a polite smile.

"Would you like a bath before the feast?"

"Feast?" Fira's eyes widened at the mention of food. Llamryl nodded as she leaned over to help Fira out of bed. As her bare feet touched the floor Fira gave another wince as she pulled on her injured arm.

"Lord Elrond has ordered a feast to celebrate your visit." Llamryl showed Fira where the bathroom was and as she waited for the elf to fill the tub of water Fira stifled a giggle. Their visit hadn't exactly been planned nor had it been welcomed guessing from Thorins feelings towards elves. Llamryl stepped back and turned to look at Fira

"Will you need any help?"

Fira shook her head. "No it's…it's fine."

With a small bow of her head Llamryl left the room. Fira waited a few minutes until she was sure the elf was gone before pulling her night gown off and staring at her body. Patches of hideous black bruises stared back at her and now there was a huge bandage wrapped around her arm. She ran her hand over her face – shuddering at the scar. Biting lip Fira slowly climbed into the bath. The water was hot but bearable. Leaning back she forced herself to turn and remove the bandages from her shoulder. As they fell to the floor she stared at the teeth marks that covered her shoulder. Had the warg been attacking her for any longer chances are she would have lost her arm.

"How do you feel?"

Fira jumped at the sound of Llamryl's voice. The elf gave her an apologetic smile and Fira nodded shakily.

"Fine thank you."

Llamryl pointed her shoulder, "You'll need to keep it clean in case of an infection. I have a cream that will help you. I'll give it to you later."

Fira nodded in thanks. With shaking hands she clambered out of the tub and wrapped a thick towel around her before following the elf back into her room. As she looked at the dresses that had been laid out on the bed Fira couldn't help but feel a glimmer of happiness. She hadn't worn dresses in such a long time and she knew the company would be more than shocked when they saw her. Looking at the material Fira wondered who they had been made for; they looked about her size so they couldn't have been for any elf.

"They were mine." Llamryl explained. "When I was a child."

Fira nodded dumbly.

"Pick any you prefer."

"That one."

The one she picked was a sky blue with sheer sleeves. It had been cinched it at the waist with a gold leaf belt. Hurriedly drying herself off with the towel Fira allowed Llamryl to help her into the dress. Unlike the dresses she was used to this one had no corset and yet offered enough support. Its smaller size meant her breasts weren't as covered as she would have liked but there was very little Fira could do about it. The dress hugged her curves and although it gripped her body she didn't feel constricted by it. The sleeves were rather too long for her and as she looked down Fira realised with a smug smile that she could wear her old boots underneath without anyone noticing. As the elf smoothed down the dress Fira ran a hand through her knotted hair and winced again as she came across several unpleasant knots.

"Here." Llamryl sat her down on the bed and grabbed a brush. Fira opened her mouth but as the elf began brushing out the tangles she fell quiet. Llamryl said nothing as she dropped the brush and ran a hand along her hair.

"Would you like me to braid it or keep it as it is?"

Running a hand through her hair Fira watched it fall against her skin.

"I think I'll keep it like this…please."

Llamryl smiled warmly before getting to her feet.

"Shall we?"

Fira paused. "Is it…now?"

Llamryl nodded and Fira toyed with the hem of her dress.

"If you don't mind I might wait a bit. Just tell the others I'll be a few minutes please?"

The elf frowned before nodding and leaving the room. As the door shut Fira fell back on her bed. It wasn't that she didn't want to go to the feast. It was more what would happen afterwards. There was no better place to tell the company the truth than here and she didn't think she'd be able to cope with their hatred and disgust once she had finished.

As she heard someone knocking on the door Fira couldn't help but groan. Swinging her legs off the bed she forced herself to her feet and hurried towards the door; trying not to trip over her dress. As she opened the door to see Kili staring at her, Fira could feel her throat drying up. He shuffled his feet and Fira saw that he too had managed to get himself cleaned up.

"Kili." She knew straight away she was blushing. Kili looked her up and down and Fira realised he had only ever seen her in tunics and trousers. Toying with the skirt she noted how Kili's eyes barely glanced at her chest. He licked his lips.

"How…how are you?"

I'm fine." Fira stood there, waiting for him to explain why he was here.

"May I come in?"

Fira cursed as he gave her a wide eyed look. She knew full well that no one could ever ignore that look. Rolling her eyes she stood back and allowed him in. He nodded before entering her room. As Kili paced around the room Fira glanced over at the hair clasp on her bedside table. She had noticed it earlier and even though he wasn't saying anything she knew Kili had given it to her. Licking her dry lips Fira sighed. She didn't deserve nice things from Kili. In a few hours he and all the others would loathe her. As Kili cleared his throat Fira glanced over at him. He smiled nervously at her.

"You…you look..?"

Fira glanced down at herself, "Different?"

He shook his head, "Beautiful."

Blushing Fira hurriedly moved towards her bed and picked up the clasp. Sneaking a look at Kili she saw the worry increase in his eyes and she smiled before handing it out to him.

"Could you help me? I keep getting it caught in my hair."

He couldn't move any quicker. Turning round Fira waited as Kili pulled back the front sections of her hair and slid the clasp into place. As he stepped back she ran a finger along it before turning and smiling at him.

"It's lovely Kili. Thank you."

How do you know it was me?"

At his quick answer Fira took his hand, "A lucky guess?"

"Oh…well do you like it?"

She allowed Kili to lead her to the door, "I love it."

He beamed at her before taking her arm. However, as they walked down the corridor Fira couldn't help but falter slightly. Kili frowned.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes. Yes just a bit nervous."

He raised an eyebrow, "This won't be like Bag End you know."

A smile played on Fira's lips. It had been months since she had first met the company and yet it felt like years had passed. Kili gently held her hand before winking at her.

"May I have the pleasure…or indeed the honour of escorting you my lady?"

Fira couldn't hold back her laugh. Nodding she gave him a mock curtsey.

"Indeed you may prince Kili."

She noticed he stiffened slightly at the term 'prince' before the smile was back on his face and the pair of them began walking through the corridors of Rivendell.

By the time they both reached the others Fira realised the only available seats were on other ends of the table. She also realised all the dwarves were staring at her with open mouths. Holding her hands Fira blushed.

"I can't look that different!"

Balin chuckled, "I'm sorry lass. It's just a surprise…a good one."

Bofur nodded, "Ye look lovely Fira."

Kili gave her a cheeky smile before taking her to the seat in between Balin and Ori before taking his own next to Fili. As she glanced down at the salad in front of her Fira wrinkled her nose and glanced over at the others.

"Is this it?"

Dori nodded sadly before turning to Ori who was shaking his head.

"I don't like green food."

Stabbing at the leaves with her fork Fira forced herself to chew on the salad. Yes it tasted nice and it was more filling than she had imagined. But there would have been no harm in having some meat on the table. Or even some cheese and bread.

"How are ye feeling now lass?"

Fira nodded at Balin, "A lot better. My arms aches like mad though."

Sitting opposite her Bifur grunted something. Balin chuckled before smiling at Fira.

"I don't understand."

"He just said ye a very brave lass to do what ye did. He's very proud of ye. As are we all."

"Oh…right," Fira smiled at Bifur, "Thank you."

As Balin translated Fira's sharp ears caught Kili's voice above the din. Keeping her eyes fixed on her food she tried to hear what he was saying.

"I can't say I fancy elf maids myself," Kili said in hushed tones. Glancing over Fira saw Fili freeze ever so slightly at his brothers words and she thought back to the she elf who had saved his life earlier. Shaking her head she carried on listening to Kili.

"They're all creamy skin and high cheekbones. Not enough facial hair for me."

He carried on speaking but Fira wasn't listening anymore. Instead she ran a hand over her chin. She might not have any elvish blood in her but she was all of those things Kili had just mentioned. Pushing her plate away Fira glanced up at the high table where Elrond, Gandalf, Thorin and several other elves sat. Peering closely at them Fira realised on of the elves was the one who had saved Fili's life. When she glanced back at the dwarf she noticed him gazing at the she elf as though nothing else existed. Tearing her gaze away Fira glanced over at Gandalf to see the wizard staring at her. Giving him a small nod she waited until he nodded back.

All around her the others were getting to their feet and moving away. Fira was aware of Kili moving towards her but she hurriedly got to her feet and stuck close to Bofur.

This was it. This was the moment everything would change.

Lord Elrond had set aside a huge room for the company and as she looked round Fira realised that only she and Gandalf had been given their own rooms. A small fire had been made in the middle of the room and as the others began to cluster around it Fira was aware of the wizard standing behind her.

"Are you ready my dear?"

Fira shook her head – not even turning round to look at Gandalf.

"I'll never be ready for this. But I'm going to do it anyway."

"Have you thought about what will happen once you've told them?"

"No…no I just want to get it over with and pray for the best. Even though I know that won't happen."

Gandalf placed a hand on her shoulder before moving round to the other side of the room to stand next to Thorin. Brushing her dress down Fira was aware of the others glancing at her.

"Are you alright Fira?" Fili asked, "You've gone pale."

Fira saw Kili's head shoot up at those words and she shook her head.

"No…no I…"

And now came the tears. Hurriedly wiping her eyes Fira saw Kili getting to his feet. She held out a hand.

"Kili just…just sit down please."

As he did so she tried to take deep breaths. Dwalin bit his lip.

"Fira what's the matter? What's happened?"

"Has someone hurt you?" Kili hissed. Fira shook her head.

"If only it were that. No I need to tell you all something. Something I should have told you ages ago only I was too much of a coward."

"What is it?" Thorin's voice cut through her like ice. Brushing down her dress Fira took a deep breath before facing the whole company. She shut her eyes before opening them. As everyone saw her dragon eyes there was a huge gasp. Fira nodded before reverting her eyes back to normal.

"I'm a three hundred year old Dragonborn."

So yes I've only gone and left you with a cliff-hanger! All I'll say is some things will be revealed but not everything – I want to keep my dwarves in suspense for as long as possible. And I know I keep saying it but I just can't get over Kili's cuteness towards Fira! I need my own Kili right now to be honest. Plus we had another moment between Fili and Mithile – might not have been as nice as the first but never mind. Anyway let me know what you think xxx