AN: Durin's beard! 180 reviews? You lot are bloody awesome! And so patient—I hope. Sorry, it's been so long; school's been killer and now that I'm on break, I'll hopefully be able to update my fanfics more. I partly feel as if I've lost touch with my writing, so please let me know if it drops really below the standard I've set so far… or goes above it! That'd be great lol.

Moving on. Oh, our last days in Ered Luin… It's bittersweet to get here. I'm sure I'll think of a million different things I could have written but we must carry on! I never thought it'd take like twenty chapters to get into the meat of the plot but here we are! XD I've been so antsy to start the Quest and write the scenes I've been replaying in my head for ages! I'm so excited! Little ironic that the Quest is beginning just as the films end... Sob.

So, I've consulted a timeline and realized I've been a bit off. Since Durin's Day is in October, I assumed, the Quest should start around autumn. Nope. It's in April. So, I have to go back and tweak a few things, mostly word choices regarding seasons, nothing major.

PS: Holy shit BOTFA—no, I haven't seen it yet but I'm terrified to.

If this is to end in tears, then we will all cry together!

Chapter XIX

Heroes and Hair

To say that Fili did a double-take when his brother and I walked into the sparring hall is an understatement. I'm not sure if he looked more surprised or suspicious of us, getting on so seemingly well. Sure, there was a bit of awkwardness between us, but we weren't at each others' throats which was a total improvement.

Fili approached us with a smile and furrowed brow. "Have I missed something…?"

"Miss Emily and I have made amends," said Kili proudly, eyeing me for confirmation.

Fili raised a brow, questioningly.

"What he said."

"And it seems you have already lost your pupil, brother," Kili announced with a smirk. "She has agreed to learn archery from me."

"Whoa-ho. Easy there, tiger," I interjected before he could tease Fili anymore. "He said I should give it a go," I shrugged. "So, I figured 'what the hell'?"

The blond pursed his lips slightly. "Well… you can never be too versatile in weapon dexterity," he admitted. "But, only after our lesson. Since it is our last, we must make it count."

"Okay, cool."

Fili nodded, "They air may be cool now, but you'll hardly feel it once your blood is moving."

I didn't bother explaining myself.

"Now, why don't you get your protective armor on? We'll begin right away."

"I suppose I'll be off then," Kili said, excusing himself somewhat awkwardly as he inched towards the archery zone.

"Catch ya later."

The brunet gave me an odd look over his shoulder.

"Oh. Not literally catch you," I said lamely but he was already out of earshot. "Uh..."

"Emily?"

Fili watched me expectantly.

"Right."

I hurriedly threw on the leather body plates, strapping them messily, and returned to the prince, who had reverted into his teacher mode with a set brow and alert eyes. "Let's see what you remember from yesterday," Fili said, drawing one of his swords.

"It's only been a day," I laughed. "Give me some credit."

"The point is not to remember how to move but for it to come as second nature, as I said before. Once you have practiced enough and become used to moving in certain ways, you will be able to think about more important factors in battle—predicting your opponents' attacks, spotting their weaknesses, considering your environment and how you might use it to your advantage, and so on."

I nodded in understanding, surprised again at how skilled the prince was. I was really lucky that he had agreed to teach me.

Okay. Solid base, I remembered from before. My feet were flat on the ground, about a shoulder's length apart. I raised my sword in front of me, blocking my chest. My eyes stayed on Fili, whom I noticed was silently critiquing my stance. I tightened my grip on my hilt, already I could feel sweat building between my palms and the firm leather.

He wasn't moving. He was waiting. So I decided to make the first move and lunged forward, trying to jab under his raised arms. With a quick flick of his blade, he blocked me. Fili was hardly fazed and I wondered if it had more to do with his skill or my lacking. I tried again, sidestepping him and going for his side. Again he stopped my attack with ease.

"Not so tense, Emily," he said quietly. "You need to be fluid in your movements, otherwise, you hinder your abilities. Drop your shoulders, loosen your grip. Breathe evenly."

I relaxed, emptying my lungs in a single slow breath. "Okay."

We continued on for nearly two hours, going about the lesson as a trial and error rather than a strict teach and copy approach. It played out like a real duel with Fili, of course, holding back, allowing me to feel out my actions and get a sense of how to maneuver my sword and body.

I panted slightly as our mock battle paused, turning away to wipe my brow. My blue fringe stuck to my forehead and I resisted cringing. Gross.

"I am pleased to say that you've improved within the span of a day," Fili said, coming up beside me. "Although, I would like to call attention to the faces you make when you attack."

My brows shot up. "What's wrong with my face?"

Fili stifled a grin. "Nothing. It's just you have a tendency to, er, snarl right before an attack. It's a rather telltale indication for an opponent."

"Oh… geez, I—I'll watch out for that," I replied, sheepishly. "Thanks."

"Of course. Aside from that, I'd say you're off to a promising start," he smiled warmly.

My smile widened in response. There was a beat of silence as we parted to remove our sparring armor.

"I mean thanks for everything," I went on. "I know you didn't have to waste your time teaching me and all…"

Fili furrowed his brow, giving me an incredulous look. "It's hardly wasting my time," he differed. "Besides, it was a pleasure to have someone actually willing to listen to my advice," he said, nodding behind him with a small smirk.

I followed his gaze to his brother and I chuckled.

Fili touched my arm, suddenly serious. "The matters between you both," he began. "Are they really mended?"

I blinked. "Yeah, yeah," I waved him away. "We're cool. Uh, that's to say fine." He continued to eye me, uncertainly. "Really."

Fili nodded. "If you insist, I'll believe it. I did not want you to make light of any injury to you, for his sake, or my own."

I smiled, shaking my head. "Really. Kili and I are on good terms… which reminds me, I have an archery lesson."

The blond snorted. "This, I must witness."

"You both smell worse than that troll, if I remember it right," Kili laughed once we approached him.

I rolled my eyes while Fili grinned with him. "Living or dead?" he asked, jokingly.

"Living, definitely," replied Kili. "It smelled much worse alive than dead! How in Durin's name could you work up such a stench?" He wrinkled his nose at us.

"Well, perhaps if you were doing more than working your arm over here," said Fili smartly, and if I didn't know better it was in a suggestive manner. The little dirty thing!

"As if your playing with swords requires more skill," Kili jeered. "More energy, yes, but not much else. Using a bow requires much more thought, and precision."

I crossed my arms, becoming uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

"Oh, you're to tell me of thought, brother?" smirked the blond. "When it is your arrow that does the thinking for you."

"Well, at least my arrow's aim is—"

"Guys! Guys! If you say one more phallic thing, I swear, I'll run you both through with my sword!" I growled.

They stared at me, and for a good minute no one said anything… And then Kili cracked up, the two of us following quickly in horrifically unattractive laughter.

Fili was the first to sober. "Sorry, Emily," he said, looking a little embarassed.

"I do assume you mean the sword on your hip," Kili said, still recovering from laughing so hard. "I hope you do anyway."

I snorted. "I'm not telling," I joked. "I gotta have some secrets."

We, thankfully, were able to collect ourselves, but not after the entire sparring hall starting giving us dirty looks. No one said anything though, them being princes and all, well, no one aside from this one guy who shouted, "Pipe down, will you? We're here for serious matters, you crownless, hairless shoats!"

But really, we were too—there for business, that is. Even though we were all light-hearted now, in a few weeks time, or less, we'd be in danger. This weapons training would be to put to use. And I, more than anyone, knew that it'd be life or death for sure, almost every step of the way. This really had to count.

"No, no, keep both eyes open. And stop squinting," said Kili, fussily. My horrendous ineptitude with a bow seemed to make him squirm. Kind of like when I saw someone eat a pizza with a fork and knife. It just seemed wrong.

I listened, opening both eyes, trying to focus on my target—a wooden circle, marked with a bull's-eye. It ended a pendulum that hung at the back wall and could be made to swing side to side by a cord at the other end. Mine was still as I was nowhere near experienced enough to try a moving target.

I was using Kili's bow, which was a lot heavier than it looked. It was made of a fine, sturdy wood, carved and polished to shine. Its handle was a thick leather grip, capped by gold pivot points, and under-toned by blue, which were squared off with interlocking geometric designs. It was a gorgeous instrument—I was seriously so blown away by the beauty of Dwarven craftsmanship. They took such care with everything, making sure they didn't compromise sturdiness for glamour or the reverse.

The string groaned as I—

"No! What are you doing?" Kili gasped, rushing over to correct me. "Pull back on the string, don't pull the bow forward."

"That's what I was doing!" I protested.

"You were not," he snorted.

"I was!"

"No, you weren't. I was watching you."

"I- oh fine!"

Kili sighed. "You use your right arm, yes?"

I nodded.

"That's the one you bend to draw back the string. Keep your left straight," he instructed, watching me carefully. "Here, lock your elbow," he said, pushing mine in slightly. "Good, now nock your arrow."

"Knock my what?"

He sighed again, and his frustration caused Fili to snicker. We glared at the blond who held up his hands in defense.

"That's what it is called when you fit the arrow to the string," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, don't expect me to know that! I'm a novice here!"

"Alright, go ahead. Or do you need instruct—"

"I got it. I got it," I dismissed, nocking my arrow. There was a small groove at the end of the arrow, just below the feather vanes, that the bowstring slotted into. I fumbled slightly; Kili's archer's glove that I was also borrowing was a tad too large on me, so generously I blamed that. With an even breath, I drew it back, and waited, trying to aim. I could feel the tension in the string, trying to break free of my fingers, wanting to snap back into position. Both eyes open, I sized up the painted target.

"Aim with the bow, not the arrow," instructed Kili beside me.

Okay… When I thought it was lined up pretty well, I held my breath and let go of the arrow, hoping that it'd be at least close to the target.

Well.

I hadn't expected a bull's eye on my first try but… I really hadn't expected the arrow to just drop lifelessly to my feet.

"Uh… what did I do?"

Kili had to take a moment to collect himself. I swear he wallowed against the wall for a good five minutes before he could look at me without wanting to cry. Or at least, that's how I interpreted his horror-struck silence. All the while, Fili was having a difficult time containing his laughter—not at me, mind you, but at his flabbergasted brother, who was certainly not used to teaching anyone anything.

"Let's try again. Now… Now remember to let go of the arrow when you release the string," Kili said as patiently as he could.

"I did."

"No. No, you didn't. Obviously, or else the arrow would have flown some distance, instead of falling straight down…"

I felt indignant but knew he was probably right. "Okay, fine," I agreed, picking it up and trying again. Another sad failure. This time, I noticed that my fingers hit the string as it was released, so I got into the habit of quickly letting go—like giving an aggressive peace sign. And that worked. Kind of. I was able to make the arrow fly but I couldn't propel it far enough to get the target.

"Are you pulling the string back fully?" Kili asked for the hundredth time. "Your hand should rest by your chin. Your chin."

"Okay!"

I drew back an arrow all the way, and fired. There was a whiz, then a thunk sound at the arrowhead met wood. But it didn't sink into its target. Instead, as luck would have it, the arrow bounced off at an angle and out of my sight.

"Gahhh!" came a loud cry and a succession of swears. "What numbskull shot my leg?!"

"Holy shit," I whispered. That sounded horribly like— I thrust the bow into Kili's arms. "Thanks for the lesson! Bye!"

I bolted, the princes not a pace behind me as we fled the sparring hall. That may have been the fastest my "fight or flight" had ever kicked in.

Oh my god! I- I- oh my god!

"Stop running!" cried Fili, and I slowed to a halt, Kili flying a few paces ahead of me.

"Oh my god."

"That—that was Mister Dwalin!" exclaimed Fili.

"Precisely why we were running!" said Kili.

"Oh my god!"

"We should see if he is badly injured," urged Fili. "We must go back!"

"Yes, you should," agreed Kili.

"I should?" repeated the blond.

"Then she should!"

"Me?"

"You shot him!"

"You were instructing me!"

"You are incorrigible," the blond sighed.

"Well, aren't you going back?" asked Kili.

"And say that my brother was too cowardly to return?" Fili shook his head. "This is exactly the sort of thing to prevent us from the Quest. If Uncle hears of this…"

"I'll take the heat," I said. "It actually was my fault this time…" I sighed, running a hand through my fringe. "I didn't mean to run; I—I just panicked."

"I don't fault you, Emily," said Fili. "Mister Dwalin is rather… daunting."

"On his better days," added Kili, worriedly watching the hall.

"I'm sure getting hit with an arrow isn't part of his better days," I muttered.

"I am sure he is fine..." said Kili, optimistically. "There's hardly any power behind your shots. Couldn't have done much damage."

I glowered. But hoped he was right. It was probably just a flesh wound… He's a tough guy; should be fine on the Quest...

Fili rubbed his mustache in thought. "I will stop by the healing halls later and inquire. He is likely to stop by."

"We'll do that!" Kili nodded, enthusiastically.

The blond grimaced. "It may be less suspicious if I go alone. I promised mother one last examination before we set off. She wants to make sure I am 'well enough for travel'…"

"More like she wants a reason to keep you behind," frowned Kili. "And by your staying, mother would insist I do as well."

They both looked ready to sigh.

"I'm sure she means well," I told them. "Moms are like that." I snickered at a memory. "Mine used to always make me carry band-aids, um, bandages to school in case of paper cuts or scraped knees. And an extra pair of socks in the winter to prevent frostbitten toes."

The brothers chuckled, the younger noticeably louder. "Alright, enough talk of the future and the past," I continued. "Let's focus on right now."

"Yes, that is good advice, Emily. Too soon will we part ways," said Fili. "Better we spend our time wisely, now that it is limited."

"Of course," grinned Kili, slinging his bow across his back. "Why not celebrate your last day with us?" He paused to wrinkle his nose at his brother and I. "Perhaps after you see the baths…"

Fili punched his arm for that comment. "I agree. On the matter of your celebration, that is," he nodded to me.

"Well, it's your last days here too," I said, "You know, since the Quest is right around the corner?"

"Only our leave will not be our last," Kili smirked. "Do you forget that we live here? By the year next, we'll return, after Erebor is won. Perhaps, then for the last time." He beamed at me, half jokingly at making the Quest sound so simple, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah," I choked out. "Um." I cleared my throat and forced a smile. "Still. That's a long time… You might get homesick."

"Not I," said Kili, "We've always craved a proper trek through the wilds. Isn't that right, brother?"

I turned to Fili, awaiting his response, only to find his gaze serious. My fake smile fell. His cerulean eyes deep in thought as he watched me. Had he seen the falter in my smile? Or heard the waver in my voice?

"Fili?"

"Hm?" He blinked out of his trance, looking to his brother. "What have you said?"

"I was merely telling Miss Emily of our desire for adventure."

"Ah. Yes. Quite true," he agreed, finally.

I looked away, trying to rid my face of uncertainty. "Well, you're lucky then. I'm not used to traveling this much, leaving places before I get used to them… I think I miss this place already," I admitted, growing a little sad. "I don't think I've felt more at ease since I left home…"

Fili clasped my shoulder gently; I put my hand over his, giving the prince a half smile. At least, I'll have them when everything changes and the world grows dark. My smile grew, and became less melancholy. At least I'd have them. And Gandalf. And… And Thorin too.

The brunet cleared his throat pointedly and our hands dropped away.

"Right, er, so, what do you guys want to do?" I asked.

"Our options are nearly endless," said Fili brightly. "But it should be your decision. This day is for you. We'll do whatever you wish. Within reason," he added teasingly.

"Or beyond reason!" his brother chimed in, wearing his signature wide-eyed innocent expression.

A short laugh escaped my lips. "I guess hot air balloons aren't out of the question then."

"Hot air?"

"Balloons?"

"Yeah, they're uh, never mind. Er, anyway, I think Kili's right," I said, feeling the sweat cool on the back of my neck.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed happily. "What am I right about…?"

I rolled my eyes. "About the bath. Why don't we freshen up then decide what to do after? Meet back at my room?"

"That sounds agreeable," nodded Fili. "We shall see you soon."

"Kay."

I waved them off and parted, rushing back to my room. I debated what to wear. My uniform had been washed and folded but I planned on wearing that when Gandalf and I left tomorrow—I wasn't sure if I was allowed to keep any of the dresses in my room, and frankly, didn't feel comfortable asking.

I laid out my uniform at the foot of my bed, just to see the damage Middle Earth had done to it. The navy blazer had worn spots at the elbows from months of leaning on my side and getting thrown around by our nefarious host and warden. And the matching skirt was faded a bit on the rear. My once white button down shirt was now dingy and stained—all the bleach in the world couldn't save it—and my thick, black leggings were riddled with holes and loose threads. Regardless of my still muddy boots, I think I'd break every dress code regulation in my high school.

Thankfully, my undergarments were in a less sorry state due to my uniform taking the brunt of use and wear. And no, before you go there, I wasn't running around without any panties; there were these little bloomer type things that I took a chance on. I suppose they're a bit like boxers, only they have a draw-string and poof mid-thigh. But they did the job, I guess. I set my undergarments on the bed for tomorrow as I decided on my dress to wear on my last day.

It was a shame that the lilac dress had gotten all torn up down in Silver Deep. It was probably my favorite. Feeling the dire urge to go get clean, and also make sure I didn't keep the princes waiting, I settled for a jade colored gown. It was a velvety material with embroidery along the bodice in copper and gold, and straight sleeves that stopped short at the elbows. I gathered it up in my arms and hurried to the halls, hoping to make good time.

To think all these years, I had taken baths for granted, sticking my nose up once I got past the bubble bath and rubber ducks stage. They were actually quite calming, even with a dozen or so strangers in there, watching. I wanted to make it last and spend all day in the hot water as it was likely to be awhile till my next chance to bathe—I shudder at the thought. But at the same time, I knew the guys were expecting me, so I got down to business and hurried up.

It was so damn refreshing, the walk back up to my room. My pores were practically singing as the cool air closed them from the sauna-like halls. If I didn't know any better, my breakouts were a lot less frequent, despite the enormous amount of stress that was slowly eating away at—

Hey, my door was open.

I walked into my room and was surprised to see the princes already there, facing away from me. Damn. They beat me, I frowned, seeing their still damp hair. They were huddled together, looking at something that was blocked from my view.

"What is it?" Fili asked quietly.

Kili shook his head. "I am not sure… it appears to be some kind of… soft armor."

My interest was piqued. "Guys… what're you doing?"

They turned around at my voice and, to my horror, I saw what they were examining. Nonchalantly held in Fili's hands was my lacey purple bra. "Emily, I'm afraid this wouldn't be much protection in battle," he told me, holding it up for inspection.

"See, look," said Kili as he pulled a knife from his belt and stabbed through one of the cups. "It's no good at all."

"We can get you some proper armor if you'd like..." Fili said then pulled a face. "This isn't Elvish, is it?"

"No!" I snatched my bra away and held it behind my back. I could feel my face glowing red.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," the blond reassured. "I suppose Wizard's aren't exactly warriors so it's no fault of yours that you do not have sufficient armor."

"Does Mister Gandalf have one as well?"

"Wha— no! Oh, my god! Okay! Look, I need to do stuff in private so, er, I'll meet you outside!" I shouted, herding the boys out into the hall.

"But—wait! What does 36B mean?" Kili got in.

"Uh…" I paused, trying to work out a believable answer. He waited patiently, his eyes wide and curious. Even Fili was anticipating my answer.

Ah, no. I slammed the door on him and latched it.

I groaned. Someone kill me now.

"There truly is no reason to be so ashamed of your soft armor, Miss Emily," Kili told me once I had plucked up the courage to emerge from my room.

The three of us walked down one of the corridors, heading to the upper levels of the mountain. I had had no clue what to suggest us doing. Simply hanging out was fine by me, and after explaining that the phrase had nothing to do with heights or dangling by ropes, they understood. There was going to be so much chaos in our lives, we'd look back on every peaceful moment with envy. My growling stomach had decided our course for food.

"I'm not embarrassed," I dismissed. "Totally over it."

"But your face is still red."

I glared at the brunet who blinked back another remark. He seemed wary of setting me off so soon after our truce.

"Ah, here we are," announced Fili, intentionally stepping between us to lead me into the next room. It was small dining hall, not the small Troll's head one, but another. I wondered just how many were scattered throughout Ered Luin to accommodate its inhabitants.

It looked a bit more upscale with a long wooden table occupying most of the room with buffet styled courses already placed around it. Multicolored furs hung on the walls, as well as burning lanterns, and at the head of the room was a plaque with a pair of large moose antlers that had a dagger stuck through one of them. I was too far away to read the inscription, but I figured it wouldn't have been in English anyway. High above us, for the room was incredibly lofty, was a vein of luminescent crystal, snaking across the ceiling and down half of the walls, its blue glow mixing with the orange flames of the lanterns.

About ten other Dwarves of varying ages were placed around the table; I spotted one female. A few nodded to the princes as we sat down, the young she-Dwarf winking. They sat on either side of me.

I tucked into a chicken leg (I think it was a chicken…) and tried a piece of bean pie, by request of Fili, which turned out to be really sweet and reminiscent of pumpkin. I obviously had another slice.

"Mm! Goob! Gibwe!" said Kili, or tried to with his mouth full of food, waving at the entrance. He swallowed. "This way, cousin! Sit by us."

I turned to see Gimli heading towards us, already eyeing the platters, until he spotted me, that is. He stopped short, and shuffled his feet.

"What's wrong?" asked Fili, watching the nervous ginger.

"Well, I—my da…"

"He's not allowed to breathe the same air as me," I explained, smiling despite myself. I was still glad to see him, and didn't blame him for his family's thoughts on me and my witchery.

"What?" cried Kili, looking between us. "Why is that? Miss Emily isn't diseased… Right?" The brunet turned to me suddenly, looking like he was considering that I might have been harboring cooties this whole time. Or the Black Plague. "If her hair gives you worry, I assure you it is not contagious. She's explained that it turns this color after it dies."

"Not exactly what I said."

"My da forbade me to associate with Lady Emily on account of her being a witch," said Gimli.

"Not a witch."

"A witch?" repeated Fili. "That's utter nonsense!"

"It's okay, Fili," I reassured. "Really."

"No, it is not," replied Kili, growing upset. "Miss Emily's a guest of the king, and us. She's—she's—"

"She is sitting right here," I interjected. "Hey. How ya doing? Look, I'm really not offended, guys. It's not Gimli's fault."

"That's just as I was saying!" Gimli went on. "I don't mind your being a witch; I told you!"

"Not a witch."

Fili sighed. "How about you sit by me?" he suggested. "You are still allowed to fraternize with your cousins, aren't you?"

"Aye, of course I am," he grinned, hopping onto the bench. "Even though da thinks you bewitched as well."

Fili rolled his eyes, but Kili choked at the comment. "What? He thinks us under a—a spell?"

"Mhm. And King Thorin, as well," Gimli said with a mouthful of food. A twinge ran through my stomach. "Especially him."

"Our uncle?" asked Kili, leaning forward to see Gimli better. "Bewitched? By her?"

"Mhm. Isn't it obvious?"

"No?"

At this, I sighed. I didn't need any more of that. "Oh hey," I said loudly. "How'd your training go, Gimli? You give someone a black eye or what?"

Gimli blinked, then deflated, looking glum. Well, there's my answer.

"I found the fiercest-looking dwarf," he relayed with a sigh. "I squared up to him with me trusty axe, challenged him to a round or two and…"

"And?" encouraged Fili.

"And he laughed at me."

Kili snorted through his nose, trying to hide his grin.

Gimli took no notice. "Well, that's that."

"It's probably for the best," said Fili lightly, trying to comfort him a bit. I think he really believed that, as did I. Gimli had heart but was nowhere near ready for the crap we'd go through. As if I was.

"He's right," smirked Kili, his tone revealing that he was about to say something rude. "I believe the Quest calls for only the finest and bravest Dwarves. And you, dear cousin, fall rather short, I am afraid."

"Why you!" growled Gimli, rising from his seat, only for Fili to shove him back down. "You're only allowed to go because you're a prince! I could best you in a duel any day of the year!"

"Is that so?"

"Aye!"

"Kili," the blond prince warned.

"What?" exclaimed his brother, innocently.

"Don't listen to him, Gimli," I told the fuming ginger. "You'll have your own exclusive quest."

"I don't know about that…" said Gimli, dejectedly.

"Well, I do," I said confidently. "Don't worry. I promise you'll have one hell of an adventure some day."

"Do you really think it so?"

"I know so! I'm a Wizard's apprentice, aren't I? I can see the future," I said, giving my best Trelawney impression.

His eyes went wide as saucers.

"So, trust me, Gimli, son of Gloin, you are going to be a real hero."

The young Dwarf puffed out his chest proudly, taking an enthusiastic bite of ham. I grinned at him.

"And what of us, then?" Kili asked teasingly. "Do you have any prophecies of our future? Not that I'd give them much weight."

My smile faltered slightly and hoped they didn't notice as I forced it back in place. "So not telling you."

"That isn't fair," the brunet protested. "You've told him." He gestured to Gimli with pursed lips.

I shrugged. "Sorry. It'll have to be a surprise."

And hopefully never happen.

I stared down at my plate, pushing the chicken bone around with my fork.

I'm going to save them, I told myself. I don't know how yet but… I will.

I will.

I have to…

"…thought you had more tact. Don't refer to her as that," I heard Fili chastise. "It's a terrible rumor."

I looked between the princes and Gimli, confused. "Refer to me as what?"

Fili shook his head. "Nothing."

My brow rose. "No… it's definitely a something."

"Just leave it, Emily," dismissed Fili. "Really, it isn't important."

"Yeah, no. Not letting it go," I said, turning fully towards the blond. "What'd he say? Gimli, what'd you say?"

Fili paused, trying to gather his words as if about to deliver bad news.

"Most of the folk here have come up with a name for you," Gimli informed me, causing Fili to glare.

"They have?" I squeaked. Oh, god. "What is it…?"

They hesitated, looking a mix of nervous, aloof, and downright gleeful.

"At least give me a clue!" I urged.

Kili smirked at me. "It has to do with … hair."

"Oh. The blue? Like I didn't see that coming," I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Oh, its nothing to do with the color," said Gimli.

I blinked. "My braid?" I asked, lifting up the one Thrain had given me.

"No," sighed Fili. "I honestly think it best if we do not tell you."

"Better to spare you the humiliation," nodded Kili, his eyes bright with laughter.

I crossed my arms. "Well, it's too late now. Out with it!"

"They call you the hairless woman," supplied Gimli in a nonchalant manner.

I stared.

"Sometimes the naked girl," added Kili.

The fuck...?

"Don't pay it any mind, Emily."

I was horrorstruck to say the least. "The… the… why?"

"There's been gossip spread," Fili said delicately. "About your, er, time in the bath hall…"

Oh no. Had everyone seen me run out of the men's hall? But I had a towel!

"Some of the women say that you perform a weird ceremony," Gimli whispered, narrowing his eyes. "They say you remove the hair from your legs and arms like a plucked hen!"

Half of my mortification left.

"Wait...? Oh."

"We don't believe such rumors, of course," Fili reassured.

"Thanks, but it isn't a rumor," I laughed. "I've been shaving my legs since like, 8th grade."

Now, they looked horrified.

"What?"

"You… you do?" deadpanned Kili, waiting for me to call my bluff.

"Yeah. It's not a big deal. See." I crossed one of my legs onto the other and lifted my dress up to my knee. The three of them leaned away from me and my bare leg like I'd have snakes hidden up my skirt. "Oh c'mon. It's not that weird."

"Aye, it is," cried Gimli. "A-actually, I have tasks that need starting and finishing, so, erm… Farewell! And, er, farewell!" And with that, he hurriedly stood, and scurried away, taking his plate of food with him.

"Are you flippin' serious?! And here I am, trying to be all respectful of cultural differences and such," I huffed.

"You must admit, it's rather strange," Kili said, still staring at my naked calf.

"What is your reason behind it, if I may ask," the blond questioned.

"Well… to make my leg all smooth, I guess." I shrugged.

"That's it?" Fili furrowed his brow.

"Yeah. It's awesome."

It probably would have been indecent to invite them to feel up my leg, but something told me they wouldn't appreciate the silky smoothness of freshly shaved legs. God, that was my favorite part after getting out of the shower- feeling my legs slide around in pajama pants. Oh, what a feeling! But I suppose it'd be difficult to convince a Dwarf of it, since they prided themselves on being hairy.

There was a paused before Kili frowned and said, "That's unnatural."

I rolled my eyes. "Agree to disagree?"

Fili put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll agree to that," he smiled.

"I'll agree to your being odd," muttered Kili under his breath and I elbowed him.

Things stayed peaceful around us for the rest of the day. We meandered around Ered Luin, them showing me more sights as our first tour had been interrupted by catastrophe. There was another set of shops on the far side of the mountain that specialized in jewelry and stonework—a lot of colorful stones bearing runes, hair ornaments and necklaces. They ranged from rustic and chunky to fine and delicate. All lovely. I declined numerous offers from them to buy me something, mostly from Kili who would ask if I liked something at every table we passed. After threatening to kick him again, he restrained himself, but, I noticed he'd watch my reactions whenever I'd look closer at an object.

After that, we stopped in a music hall where there seemed to be some kind of celebration going on. Dwarves were dancing and singing different songs at once, and a few were playing handheld harps, flutes, and violins in a cheerful tune.

"What's going on?" I shouted over the noise. "Is there a festival?"

"No," smiled Fili. "They're simply enjoying some merriment. Do they not do that where you come from?"

I grinned. "Yes, we do. Not me particularly…"

"We can't have that!" laughed Kili, pulling me into the room despite my protests. "It'll be fun, Miss Emily. Come on!"

I looked over my shoulder at Fili, hoping he'd call off his overexcited brother. He gave me a sympathetic look and followed us into the crowd.

I've never been one for dances as I was lacking in both coordination and social skills. But I suppose it wasn't so bad. Thank god there were no slow dances. I think that's why I didn't feel too self-conscience or anything. After a few minutes of stiff jazz hands on my part, I finally loosened up a bit once I realized that only the princes were paying attention to me. Everyone else seemed to be a bit drunk anyway. I didn't care too much if I looked like an idiot in front of Fili and Kili.

We stayed a few hours, surprisingly. Time seemed to pass by quickly and soon we were leaving, going back into the quiet as the festivities carried on.

"Kulhu adrân?" Kili asked his brother with a puckered brow.

Fili placed an ungloved hand upon the stone wall and paused, twisting his lips which made his mustache go crooked. I smiled. "By my guess, I'd say it is nearly three hours past sundown."

"How can you tell?" I asked, curious.

"We are at the western edge of the city; the sun warms these walls just before it sets," he explained. "You can guess the time by the feel of the stone. See for yourself."

What the hell? Why not?

I came up beside Fili and placed my hand on the stone. It was initially warm, but then, after a moment, it began to feel cold.

"You feel how it seems cooler than your own body temperature?" the blond asked me. "At this time of year, the stone will remain warm until five hours after sunset."

"That's really cool! Er, warm. You know what I mean. So its like... what? Nine o' clock?"

"A little after," said Fili who frowned suddenly. "I am afraid it would be wise to let you turn to rest, Emily. Your journey begins tomorrow."

Kili groaned. "Can't we stay with her a little longer? She hasn't even seen the spires in the north! Or the elk's head in the southern mess hall—I took it down with a single arrow two summer's ago."

"I advise against it, Kili," Fili said, a bit of melancholy in his tone. He turned to me. "Do you agree? It is your choice, after all."

Kili looked at me, hopefully, but I could already feel a yawn building in the back of my throat. "I'd love to but…" I sighed. "Knowing Gandalf, he'll want to leave pretty early… I should probably try to sleep…"

The brunet still looked put off but nodded at my decision. "At least let us walk you back to your chambers?"

I smiled. "I probably couldn't find my back without you guys," I laughed, causing them both to smile.

It was a little awkward as we trekked back to the guest wing. A somber silence hung over us, despite the lively halls and rooms we passed. We all tried to make small talk but our inevitable departure was unwelcome.

Remember, you'll see them again, I told myself.

Yeah. When our lives are in peril, a pessimistic voice reminded.

I shook my head.

Fili cleared his throat gently and I realized we arrived in front of my door way too quickly. Had my mind been drifting this whole time?

I turned my back on the door and gazed at the elder prince. He beamed at me, much to my surprise, deciding to end on a positive note. "It has been an honor and privilege to meet you. Truly," he told me, taking my hand, the ones we had cut open down in Silver Deep. "I consider you a lifelong friend, Emily… May our paths cross again on a brighter day."

My heart swelled and I could feel my eyes start to prickle. "Fili…"

He released my hand and drew something from his tunic. It was a long black slab of stone, about the size of his hand, with a short leather cord looped through a small hole at one end.

"It is a whetstone," Fili said as he placed it in my palm. "It was my first when I took up a sword and now, as your friend and teacher, I beseech it to you. May it serve you well."

I smiled down at it, turning the stone in my hand. One side was much smoother, of finer grain, while the other was rough. "Thank you… I…" I stumbled over my words, clutching the whetstone tightly, telling myself that this wasn't goodbye. And it wasn't. Stop being so emotional and silly!

Fili's lips turned upward as he regarded my response, and he opened his mouth to say something else but then I flung my arms around his neck so suddenly, he stumbled backwards. I had to bend down a little to rest my head on his shoulder. He chuckled slightly at his own surprise and returned the hug but I didn't let go right away. I spotted Kili standing some ways back, very interested in his boots. I shut my eyes.

"I'm gonna really miss you," I said quietly.

I felt him sigh. "I hope your blade never dulls from use in battle," he said solemnly, both of us pulling away. "I wish you all the best in your travels."

"You too," I replied lamely. "You had better stay safe, you hear me?"

Fili grinned. "I will do my best."

"Good!" I said, suppressing a sniffle.

After a beat, I turned to Kili who had been inching farther along the corridor the longer Fili and I said our goodbyes.

"Kili?" called his brother with an expectant look.

To say the least, Kili's eyes went wide in alarm. "Oh, right. Er…" he mumbled stepping up to me. He scratched the back of his neck, watching me nervously. "Farewell, then," the brunet said simply. "I suppose."

I nodded. "Bye, Kili," I replied.

There was a lapse of silence until I decided to end it. "Okay. Well, goodnight, you guys."

"G'night."

"Goodnight, Emily."

I paused, opening the door behind my back. "Bye."

Their replies were half drowned out as I retreated into the room. When the door clicked into place, I felt a weight drop over me. I closed my eyes tightly, telling myself again that it wasn't goodbye.

Save your tears, Em, you'll need them later.

With a deep breath, I re-opened my eyes, deciding that trying to fall into a deep enough sleep would postpone my melancholy.

It's just a few days, tops, Em. Don't be such a baby. You've got enough separation anxiety going on. Don't add to it.

I headed over to the wardrobe, wondering if I should swap out for a nightdress when something caught my eye. On the bed, nestled in the thick fur, was a silver and powder blue parcel. It was moderately heavy when I lifted it but at the same time soft, and drooped in my hands.

More than curious, I carefully opened it, mindful not to tear the wrappings. The first thing I saw was black, and I realized it was clothing. With both hands, I held it up to see what it was—a soft leather cloak that was a deep coal on one side with a blue inner lining that matched my hair. It looked like it fasted at the shoulder with three clasps and draped over my chest. It was borderline wizard and I loved it! Like I could expect someone walking around Diagon Alley in this. Holy cow!

Knock, knock.

I paused, lowering the cloak onto the bed. Who…?

I opened the door and was surprised to find a nervous looking brunet on the other side, wringing his hands, looking ready to dash. "Kili!"

"Would you… wait a moment before retiring?" Kili asked, looking incredibly uncertain. "May I… Could I come in?"

"Oh, yeah, okay?" I said, stunned at his reappearance. "What's up?"

He stared. "Er…"

"I mean, what's going on? Why'd you come back?"

Kili opened and closed his mouth twice, before coming to a conclusion. "Here," he said, handing me a small silver knife. "The blade is true but not sharp enough to cut if it skims flesh."

"I… thanks?" I said, confused. "You really didn't have to—"

"I wanted to."

"Thank you," I smiled, still a bit confused about his return. "Wait, did you say it doesn't cut skin?"

"That's right," he said tightly, watching me closely.

I blinked. "Am... I supposed to get it? Because I don't. What use is a knife that can't cut…?"

Kili sighed, taking a glance out the door then shutting it. "You are not to tell anyone of this, do you understand?" he asked, striding over to me, an apprehensive look on his face.

"Don't tell anyone what?"

"You must first promise," he stressed.

I nodded slowly, totally unsure of where he was going with this. "Okay. I—I promise."

"The knife is used for shearing… safely cutting hair from skin?" When I simply stared at him, he rolled his eyes. "Do you honestly think my beard has not yet grown in? Fili is only a few years my elder and here, Gimli, a mere Dwarfling, has a full beard!"

My mouth gaped, pointing to his face, "You mean you…?"

Kili nodded, his lips set in a firm line.

"But… why?"

The brunet sighed, plopping onto the bed. "It was said those many of the Dwarves who escaped after the dragon's attack had their beards singed off. Uncle Thorin cuts his beard short as well, to pay homage to those lost in Erebor…" he explained. "Although, I wasn't there, or even born, I still feel the ache of my people…"

I sat down next to him, the bed sinking under my weight. "But why hide it?" I asked softly.

Kili shrugged, running a hand over his stubble. "There is no point. I do not trim my beard for show or sympathy; it is meant to be a private mourning." He gave a snort of a laugh. "Aside from my mother, you are the only other who knows."

"Not even Fili?"

He shrugged. "If Fili has suspected it, he has not made mention of it. Aside from teasing."

A small smile tugged at my lips. I had had no idea he was that sentimental. "That's really a beautiful thing to do, Kili…"

He shook his head. "I do not know why I told you all this."

"Well, neither do I," I laughed, "But I'm touched you chose to trust me."

The young prince glanced at me sidelong, his head bowed. "You… you don't think it looks bad, do you?" he asked quietly, looking uncharacteristically meek and vulnerable.

"No! No, definitely not," I reassured, patting him on the arm. "No, you look… ruggedly handsome."

He raised a brow skeptically. "Truly?"

"Yeah! You could totally win Middle Earth's Top Model!"

"I… am not sure what that means…"

"It's a compliment."

"Oh. Well, then, thank you," he nodded.

"But really, Kili. You're totally a catch. You have girls swooning all over the place," I told him. If only he knew how big his fan-base was back on Earth… But then again, that probably would lead to explaining Durincest and, like hell, if I was having that conversation with him or anyone!

"Do you swoon?" he teased and I hit him in the shoulder. The peaceful, deep moment was gone.

"Shut up," I glared lightly, standing back up.

Kili followed suit, heading for the door. "Well, be sure to go against the grain of hair," he instructed.

"Right… So, hold on. You were only pretending to be grossed out that I shave my legs, right?"

He scoffed. "Afraid not, sorry. That's just plain bizarre."

I rolled my eyes. "Bye, Kili."

He paused, not turning fully around. "Farewell, Emily."

Not farewell. Not really.

Be cool, Em.

I went back to the cloak, setting Kili's knife beside it on the bed.

As I admired them, and my sword strapped to the bed post, I noticed a small piece of paper on the floor.

Hm?

I retrieved the parchment and scanned it over. On it was scrolled in decorative handwriting:

"You will always be welcome in the halls of my kin, Lady Emily, daughter of William."

~Dis, daughter of Thrain, son of Thror

Dis! Of course! Oh, I loved her to bits.

I am so late in the game on friendship bracelets! Crap. That's probably three right there! Not to mention Bifur and Bofur! And Gandalf and… well, I'm not sure how Thorin would react to being presented with one.

I pushed the thought aside for later. If I didn't go to bed now, I'd be a zombie in the morning. I put out the lanterns, and climbed into bed.

What a way to start a quest. Getting all this badass gear like I'm in an RPG. It was exciting, like Christmas.

The cloak still fresh in my mind, and draped over the foot of my bed, I grinned. I was so glad Dis hadn't given me something incredibly feminine like a gorgeous dress that would get torn up and ruined within a week. Her gift, although totally attractive, was really practical and would really be useful on the journey. Awesome must run in the Durin line.

My vibrant smile faded as I thought on her words, then faded to a frown as I remember her worries of her sons' and brother's fate. Their lives in my hands. My hands.

How was I… How…?

No, I mentally sighed. Not now.

As I lay back in bed, the furs pulled up to my chin and the fires simmering low in the hearth, I stared up at the cavernous ceiling.

Not now, Em.

I let my mind go blank.

Footnotes:

1) The decision to have had Kili shave his beard rather than not be able to grow one was an extension of something Richard Armitage said, to the extent of what was explained in the chapter. I just thought it made more sense because Kili wasn't THAT much younger than his brother.

2) Also, any and all of the potential Kili flirting isn't that serious. I think he's just realized his taste in women: beardless. If you know what I mean. Eh? Eh? Kiliel or whatever we're calling it. Yeah.