Updated January 19th, 2022
Original Authors Note: I got another semi long chapter here for you and one more to go! You guys are AMAZING I love you. See you at the bottom! :)
Chapter Thirteen
"Oh! This is lovely. Kili look! Is it not well made meleth nin?" Kili observed his wife who was fawning over a quiver which within the dark leather it was made from, had some rather vibrant patterns of trees not only elaborately stitched along the seams, but also carved and etched all around the entirety of the quiver itself. It truly was a beautiful piece of art which even he can appreciate.
"Aye lassie, tha' be a rare gem. Elven, from the first age. Old and very valuable. It pains me to see it go, but for the righ' price. I think I can part with it."
Tauriel lifted a brow. The first age? She internally rolled her eyes. This was not even a few years old, maybe two or three at the most. Certainly not over 10,000 years. Kili caught onto her disbelief and looked to the copper-haired merchant. "How much?"
The merchant looked almost forlornly at the quiver then at Kili. He sighed dramatically. "It was me wife's, may she walk the halls of Mandos in peace. She loved it so, passed down from her father, and his father, many generations back. They said it was a gift from one of the firs' elven Lords." He sniffed before continuing, wiping his eyes with exaggerated motions. "My lovely Gunthuh. She lost her life savin' her sister who died in a horse accident not a fortnight after her 110th year, her sister only 70. I lost both of them ten years ago and this is all I 'ave left to remember 'em by."
Kili wanted to roll his eyes, having a difficult time believing the very dramatic story. This merchant was laying it on a bit too thick, if you asked him. "I think I can, however, let it go for this." The merchant then passed a piece of parchment to Kili who unfolded it and blanched at the price, and leveled a look at the dwarf still dabbing his eyes. Was he even actually crying?
Tauriel peaked over Kili's shoulder and looked down, lifting a brow at the merchant. "I wish no offence and I am sorry for your pains, but might I shed some light on the history of this piece?" The merchant squirmed, shuffling from foot to foot but said nothing, so Tauriel continued. "This is not elven made. The leather work is exquisite, but not of the eldar. I would say it is more likely Rohan made, man-made if you will, which you can see clearly when you look at the symbol of the horse just here." She pointed to the tiny stamp in the leather at the base of the object. "I can see the confusion on why you would think it to be elvish though, as these here are elvish letterings and it certainly was fashioned in the elven style." She pointed to the scrolling script around the bottom of the quiver. "It reads 'Nimloth, amon plural emyn, roch. A ant o rohan.' And gives a date of…two years and a fortnight ago."
Tauriel then added as a final observation, "I also do not believe it was any among the eldar who wrote it, as it is not quite written correctly, however, it is a stunning piece none the less and more likely it was commissioned or made as a gift for a visiting elf, whether it made it to such a person or not."
Kili folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at the quiver, translating the script. "Hmm, 'horses, hills, and rock. A gift of Rohan' certainly sounds like something from Rohan… and definitely not elvish." He looked up at his wife who was still inspecting the piece, having not passed it back to the merchant. She clearly still wanted it, but there was NO way he would have paid that absurd of a price for a quiver, first age or not. "So, about that price?" Kili gave a meaningful look to the now spluttering merchant.
Now the merchant was glaring at her before grumbling out, "How about two gold pieces then?"
"I think that we can do." Kili agreed and pulled out the gold from his pocket and passed it to the still grumbling merchant while Tauriel took the beautiful quiver and strapped it to her side, so she didn't have to carry it around. It truly was a magnificent piece of work.
"Where to next Kili?" Tauriel laced her fingers with Kili's as he looked around the market buzzing with life. Finli, by some miracle, was happy to go to his gran for the day. Considering he hasn't sent them any panicked warnings; he is still doing alright. Dis along with Thorin were watching over him until the dinner bell at which point Kili and Tauriel will return and relieve the heads of the family, so they could get their own chance to enjoy the markets.
Dwarves of Erebor flocked the stalls to finally see the exotic wares the Ukdam were once again able to sell. They would be leaving the next day, so it was a rush to get to the clan before they left.
Kili looked around, they had already visited several shops, bought a toy for Finli, a painting for the sitting room, and apart from the quiver, Tauriel had fallen in love with a rather brightly colored carpet Kili reluctantly purchased. It was a bit gaudy for him, but if it made her happy, he would endure looking at that thing in their chambers for her.
Casting his eyes about the market, Kili zeroed in on a familiar blonde beside a taller red-headed elf. "I can see Viltarra with Naurfaer over there, let's go see if they have found anything good." Tauriel smiled and nodded in agreement, as they made their way over to her grandfather and sister…who was currently arguing with the Ukdamian dwarf in front of her.
"What do you think that is about?" Kili looked over at Tauriel who was looking just as stunned. Normally Viltarra was incredibly levelheaded and calm…for a dam. She was still spirited no doubt, and will argue with Fili…who more often than not deserves it…but never have they seen her butting heads with anyone else before. Tauriel gave Kili a look of concern and they walked over to see what was going on.
"Oh no! You listen to me because I can tell you for a fact you are completely in the wrong. I know what it is like outside this mountain too, so do not blame it on ignorance either."
"I reserve the righ' lass to serve who I please, how I please an' if ya go' a problem, ya can jus' SOD OFF!"
"Hey now! This is the wife of Erebor's crowned prince! You may not like me, but you will respect her for at least her status." Naurfaer growled out. He did not like the fact this dwarf thought he had the right to yell at anyone, let alone someone in the royal family and even worse, someone in HIS family.
"She ain't my leader an' never will be." He argued back.
Viltarra looked back at Naurfaer who now was the one becoming incensed. "It's fine Naurfaer, let's just, go get that cuff from the other merchant."
The taller elf looked at her and shook his head. "Absolutely not, at least not until he understands he is acting wrong towards you all because I am with you. He owes you an apology in the very least." He then turned back to the merchant. "You do realize Thorin is not just king under the mountain, but leader of all the dwarven people! Which makes him YOUR leader and his heirs, YOUR future leaders. If I were you, I would not be so ignorant as to assume that just because you live in a wandering clan, your peoples politics do not apply."
"An wha' do ye know about dwarves, ya tree herder!"
"Was that supposed to be an insult? Do you have problems with Ent's as well? You know what?! Ent's are a far more superior race who are wise, just, and peaceful. I will take that as a compliment because being an Ent is far more of an honor then being considered a foolish, single minded, prejudice, dwarf!"
"Is there a problem here?" Kili narrowed his eyes at the merchant who was obviously about to verbally retaliate.
"Aye, we do. Tell this…elf…an his elf lovin' companion they can bugger off. I don' serve em. No' once 'ave I allowed an elf ta buy me wares, and I ain' startin' today!"
If there was anyone, ANYONE in the mountain who he should not have said this to…it was Kili. Son of Dis, who was soulmates with an elf, whose children are part elf, and who's elven wife was just a step behind him ready to snatch her husband who was clearly becoming enraged.
Before Tauriel could get a hold of him though, Kili jumped at the dwarf and backed him into the column which stood beside his tent. He grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and glared down at the shorter Ukdam dwarf. "You may have the right to have such an opinion when you are out in the wilds of Arda, but here in Erebor, you will keep your mouth shut, your opinions to yourself, and stay well out of my sight! Now, pack up. You are done selling in Erebor."
"OI! You have no right ta order me about!" The Ukdam argued as he tried to get away from the angry dwarf keeping him pinned in place.
"Actually, I do." Kili seethed. "You think for one moment, you can come into this mountain and act as you are especially, ESPECIALLY after it was the elves that saved your very LIFE?!" He dared the dwarf to say something, but he remained silent, so Kili answered for him. "NO, you do not! You should be giving them your deepest gratitude, instead you stand there not only disrespecting one of the elves who is a member of the royal family in Erebor, but you also think you are within your rights to do so?" Kili growled low in his chest. "Wrong. You will first apologize to both Naurfaer AND Viltarra, you will then pack up your wares, and you will keep your mouth shut and your disgusting, closed minded opinions to yourself. Or…I can get Aeodhen and have you escorted to the stables, where you can set up your tent on the outskirts of the pastures and remain there until your clan is ready to leave. You will never be allowed in Erebor again. Am I clear?"
"Kili…" Tauriel sighed. "It is not worth it." She moved to walk over but Kili threw her a look stopping her in her tracks, he was clearly furious. Kili turned from his wife back to the Ukdam. "I said, am I clear? Unless that is, you prefer a cell? That can be arranged as well."
The dwarf glared but nodded and Kili backed away. He called the guard over and told them to supervise this dwarf and make sure he does not sell one single piece of his wares. His goods are no longer welcome here. Tauriel eyed her husband as he came towards her, she had a thing or two to say to him, but he was no longer in the mood to hear it so instead, she laced their fingers together and leaned in to place her lips on his temple. She thought for a moment then whispered, "You will never be able to rid your people of their prejudice my love, as pure as your actions may be, Naurfaer, myself, and possibly our children will always have someone looking down on them for biological features we have no control over." She nuzzled his hair and sighed. "However, thank you, for your kind heart. You are most precious and wonderful, my Kili."
The still grumbling dwarven merchant eyed them as he angerly threw his goods into crates and bags but stopped when he saw Tauriel place a kiss on Kili's waiting lips. He was disgusted, mumbling, "Mebelkhags mahibref lulkhel."
Tauriel heard and whipped her eyes open as the crack of someone's nose being broken filled the air. It was even heard over the music and the dwarves' merry voices all around them, as could the hiss of pain and murmurings that came right after. "Ouch. Bloody thick-headed idiot. That hurt." Tauriel immediately stepped away from Kili who was gaping at Viltarra as she shook her hand out, though she did turn her furious brown eyes to the dwarf who now had blood running down his crooked nose. "You're the lulkhel! If you EVER say such a thing about my family again, I will show you how alike my husband's family I can be in temper when those we love are harmed mentally or physically!"
Kili had to pick his chin up off the floor. Viltarra, the quiet dam who was usually so calm and collected, had balled up her fist and struck that merchant so hard in the nose, it would need resetting. He had to remember not to get on her bad side, though he could not help but feel more than a little gratitude and pride for what she did. Kili shook his head and turned to the guards. "Get him out of here!" Kili ordered, the guards immediately grabbing the dwarf and began tugging him towards the hall exit.
"OI! Wha' about me things!?"
"They will be given over to Sudri to do with as he sees fit." Kili declared before turning to Viltarra who's hand was in Tauriel's as she looked it over. "Are you alright?"
"It may be sprained and possibly fractured, but she will be fine in a few weeks' time. I should take her to go put a wrapping on it." Tauriel spoke before Viltarra could say anything.
"That was certainly something Viltarra." Kili finally chuckled out. "Fili may throw a tantrum though, that you injured yourself."
Viltarra huffed. "Well he can do whatever he wants, I will not stand by and let anyone call you an elf breeding idiot, using the nastiest terms for elves in our tongue. Not in our home, and not when they are family. I did nothing less of what you or Fili would have done…admit it."
Folding his arms, Kili lifted a brow but said nothing. Truth be told, he was a little annoyed she beat him to it, but also quite impressed as well. He was curious, however, how the entire event came to be. "How did that start anyway?"
It was Naurfaer who answered. "There was an arm cuff that was quite a find among his wares. It was the second one we saw, but by far the most detailed despite its condition. It needed more than a bit of cleaning up and some repair, but, I believe it was an artifact from the second age. Dwarven, and if I was reading the runes correctly, a symbol of your house." Naurfaer frowned at Kili who cocked his head in curiosity.
"It was made by Durin's folk?" Kili finally asked.
"I am quite certain of it." Naurfaer nodded. "I thought it should belong to your family, being descendants of Durin himself. So I inquired on the price thinking Dis might love it as a gift. You know how much she loves those old pieces of jewelry, and you could definitely get it to look brand new." Naurfaer gave a meaningful glance at Kili. "However, one look at me and that merchant became hostile and refused to sell. That is about where you stepped in." He looked back to the wares and the crates where the dwarf likely threw the cuff into.
Seeing Sudri making his way through the crowd, Kili had an idea. "Wait here."
Tauriel, who was still inspecting Viltarra's hand lifted her eyes to watch her husband now speaking to Sudri. The azbudi of the Ukdam, turned and looked wide eyed at the two elves and one dam not ten yards away from him. She sighed and looked back down at Viltarra. "Can you move your fingers?" Viltarra flexed each one, it hurt, but she was able to do it. So she nodded. Tauriel hummed and picked her hand back up, turning and inspecting every inch of her hand and wrist.
"You know, I think this is just going to bruise." She finally declared after inspecting it further. "Maybe withhold from breaking any more noses for the time being…unless absolutely necessary." She chuckled.
"He deserved it." Viltarra grumbled out.
"Most certainly, I was about to do the same." Naurfaer agreed wholeheartedly.
Kili walked back over with Sudri who instantly began apologizing. "Please, take no offence. Korwik can be rather, hostile, even to other dwarves. Hates children too. The dwarflings avoid him at all costs." He looked to Viltarra. "I am afraid to say you did something many among the Ukdam, his own clan, have been dreaming to do for quite some time." He gave her a toothy grin, but she just stood watching him. "Right," He shuffled his feet. "Young prince Kili here has said this all started over some goods you were interested in?"
"Yes, but we don't really want to take something he vehemently refuses to sell." Viltarra argued. She had no desire to take something from someone who would say such things as he did. No desire at all.
"No no, my Lady. I will handle the sale. Come, come. What was it you were interested in? I assure you, Korwik would much prefer the gold in the long run, despite whatever he said." He gave her another toothy grin and gestured to the wares in Korwik's tent stand. "The good? What was it?"
"A cuff, depicting runes and etches of the house of Durin." Naurfaer answered for her. Sudri nodded and began searching through the piles, bags, and boxes. After several minutes, a triumphant "AHA!" was followed by the banging of a trunk being closed and Sudri stepped over piles of wares to get back to the small group. "Would this be what you were interested in? Quite a find. Quite a find indeed. Old and rare."
Naurfaer nodded and smiled. "What do you think a fair price would be for it, Sudri?"
Sudri looked from Naurfaer down to the cuff and hummed in thought. "I would say it is well worth 2 or 3 hundred gold or even more. It is second age and true to your belief, is of the Durin line, from a direct descendant I believe. You can see that here, and here." He pointed to the runes and then an etching beside it."
"It is, however, in rather poor state, and missing all the gems it used to house." He further observed. "What's more, I fear the excitement behind it is rather soiled with how you were treated." Sudri looked from the cuff to the small group, his eyes filled with apology. "A gift." He passed it to Naurfaer. "With hopes you will forgive the insult he so carelessly and heartlessly bestowed upon you and your family."
Naurfaer took the cuff and bowed his head in acceptance. "Of course, I am rather grateful. However, please pass this to Korwik." He pulled out 50 gold coins. "You are a people who live off the land and what you sell. We have all we need here. Perhaps, if Kili thinks it agreeable, you would allow Korwik's wares to be sold by a merchant who knows its value so he can have enough to sustain him for the months ahead. Winter is coming, and this has to be one of the last cities you will come to before the weather turns."
"Your kindness knows no bounds." Sudri took the coins and added it to Korwik's small safe. He then turned to Kili in silent request, who nodded his agreement giving his permission to proceed. "Very well, I know a few who can distribute his wares." He called out to a couple of dwarves passing by, telling them to go collect a dwarf name Vourkyn. Turning back to Naurfaer, Sudri bowed once more. "Korwik will also be informed of who was generous enough to make sure he had what he needed to survive the harsh seasons to come. I thank you, all of you."
Naurfaer placed the cuff in his satchel he had brought down for his purchases and smiled wide. "It is a pleasure, as usual Sudri."
"Well then, where to next?" Naurfaer beamed, almost skipping as he turned from Sudri to go down the path. Viltarra chuckled and Tauriel rolled her eyes.
Kili, however, ignored the other elf and instead grabbed Viltarra's hand gently. "Are you up to continuing or would you like to go up?" He stood checking her already bruising knuckles but released her hand when he saw nothing but redness and bruising across the more than likely tender flesh. If Tauriel said it wasn't broken, then there is no need for it to be wrapped or to have Oin look it over.
"I am fine Kili, besides, there are a few stops I still want to make here, and ma told me of a cart that sells a treat called, caramel apples. It is melted sugar covering an apple, I would like to learn how that is done and get one for myself." She smiled, then continued, "Fili should be finishing up with helping their smith who was working a blade Fili fell in love with." She shook her head. Her husband and his blades. "He is hoping between the pair of them they can finish it up within a few hours, he said he will meet up with us at the dinner bell before you two have to go up."
"Ooh, apples, that sounds delightful." Tauriel sighed. She was getting hungry.
"Caramel apples it is." Kili laughed as they disappeared into the crowds and towards where the many food stands were set.
It was much sooner then expected that they saw Fili, however, who stalked up looking as if he was going to kill someone. Without a word, he stomped right over to Viltarra who had just placed two carefully wrapped caramel apples in her bag, one for Fili and one for herself, along with a piece of parchment filled with notes on how they are made. That took several gold pieces to obtain over the price of the apple, the Ukdam hesitant about giving their secrets away. Viltarra, however, was ecstatic to have the recipe and looking at Tauriel who was still munching happily on her apple, her elven sister will be just as excited.
Fili, on the other hand, did not look happy or excited as he grabbed at her wrist angerly, albeit gently. "Sudri came and told me what happened not fifteen minutes ago." He growled, his eyes narrowing at the black and blue skin over her knuckles and fingers. "Really nunguame? Please tell me whoever you received your ire this time still lives so I can go and kill them myself?"
"Fili. It is just bruised, and of course he still lives. Though I think his nose needs to be reset." Viltarra argued but sighed when Fili lifted her hand to leave a soft kiss on the bruised skin. "Did you finish your blade?"
"Not quite, I had somewhere more important to be." He lifted a brow and carefully released her hand, only to pick up her uninjured one and laced their fingers together. "Uncle will have a hay day with this when he finds out, but it looks as if you handled it well Ki." He smiled proudly at his younger brother who just waived him off as if it was nothing. "No I am being serious, you did good Kili, uncle I am sure will be very proud of you when he hears of how you took care of things."
Tauriel nodded in agreement as Naurfaer clapped Kili on the shoulder. "Natural born leaders, the both of you. This mountain is in good hands not just with Thorin, but with you two as well."
"Although," He added with an amused spark in his eye, "we should put a warning out not to anger Viltarra, lest she decides noses need reshaping." Naurfaer rubbed the bridge of his own nose as Viltarra huffed.
"I keep my temper quite well enough. He deserved it, just like Gildridd did. I don't make a habit of it, my father taught me how to defend and stand up for myself, that was only the second time I have had to put my father's teachings to use and I would be quite happy if it was the last." She looked at Tauriel and Naurfaer. "But, if someone says something so foul as that again, or hurts someone I care about, I am not afraid to retaliate." Setting her jaw stubbornly, Fili groaned and Kili nodded his head in amusement. She was so perfectly suited for his brother. A perfect pair, the two of them. Just like Tauriel was perfect for him.
Deciding his wife may need him more, Fili remained with the group for the remainder of their perusing through the markets. He even stayed when they met up with Leotti who was all but buying out any stand with cloth available. "I can do SO much with these fabrics, and these patterns Tauri! Look at these patterns!" Both Tauriel and Viltarra were happy to see their friend back to full energy. Tauriel had visited her as she was getting better over the last few days, and today was the first day the little dam was out and about. She looked a little tired, but other than that, she was completely back to herself.
There were two beings, however, Tauriel was very excited to see, and both ran up and threw their arms around her legs. "Toki! Regar! Now look at you two!" Tauriel waited for them to release her before she knelt to the ground and pulled them both into her arms. "How is your father?"
Neither spoke for a moment, but eventually Regar answered. "He is…well, he is tryin' ta be happy. For us."
"Mama is gone." Toki whispered quietly. Tauriel pulled them close again.
"I know dear ones. But she is not completely. For she is with you right here." Tauriel placed her hands on each of their hearts. "As long as you remember her, she will always be there when you need her."
Tauriel looked up as the dinner bell chimed. That was her cue to head back up so Dis and Thorin could come down for the night. She chewed her lip and looked to both of the boys. "Is your father here?" Regar nodded and pointed to a stand a little way off. He seemed to be helping an elderly dam, passing her an intricately woven blanket. Tauriel stood and made her way over to the dwarf, Kili and the group behind her watching curiously.
"Gronti. S Meneg suilaid." He gave her a confused look and Tauriel chuckled. "It means many greetings. How are you fairing?"
"I am, as well as can be expected, I thank ya." He answered with a heavy sigh, then peaked over to see his two sons watching beside the dark-haired prince. "Me lads ain't causing you problems are they?"
"OH. No no no. Worry not." Tauriel gave him a comforting smile. "I was just going to ask if you would not mind if I borrowed them for the evening. I am sure you have much to do and pack up. I have more than enough space in my family's chambers, and I thought, perhaps they could play with my Finli. I will make sure they have their evening meal as well."
Gronti gaped at her. "Are ya sure lass? They can be a handful…particularly me wee one." He gave Toki a meaningful look who scrunched his nose and huffed at his father.
"I aint wee, da." Toki bellowed from where he stood next to a laughing Kili. Well, at least he has not changed much, despite losing his mother. Gronti was afraid his lads would not handle it well, and their hearts turned cold from the early loss. He is happy they seem to be coping here in Erebor.
Gronti chuckled, then nodded at Tauriel. "I would be grateful. Do ya need anythin'?"
"Just something they can sleep in and a change of clothes for tomorrow. I can have them down after breakfast in the morning." Tauriel smiled.
"Aye, tha' would be fine. We are havin' a…a memorial for Tooka tomorrow, nothin' big, but the boys ought ta be there. With them gone for the evenin' I can use the time ta get ready." Gronti looked at his sons then back at Tauriel. "I was no' sure how I would get it all done. I thank ya for takin' them, it will help."
Tauriel stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Gronti, I am truly sorry for your loss. We have a saying 'Tuin mín neinor glinn- na ammen in i elena. An hain parf edhellen truliui lelya.' It means, those we mourn, sing to us from the stars. For they are never truly lost."
Gronti nodded but didn't say anything further, only turned to his sons and pulled them into a hug. "Boys, ya behave with Lady Tauriel. I don' wan' ta hear about no trouble lads." Both dwarflings nodded and Gronti waived them off. "Go and get some clothes lads, I will see ya tomorrow." He gave Tauriel another grateful nod and turned back to his cart.
"I guess we have two extras tonight." Kili beamed. Tauriel's eyes widened. "OH Kili, I am sorry meleth nin, I should have consulted with you first. Is this alright?"
Kili took her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek. "Of course! You have nothing to apologize for. I quite love the idea, though we should go quick. Mam and uncle are waiting." Tauriel nodded in agreement and they waited a few moments for Toki and Regar to return, which they did both with small satchels presumably with their things.
"Regar said if I ask nice enough, ya might let me see the treasury." Toki beamed up at Kili.
"No I did not!" Regar protested and Kili laughed. They reminded him so much of he and his brother. This will certainly be a fun night.
"I am afraid that is quite out of the question for several reasons. One, it is out of bounds for any not in the royal family, and two, we have not the time." Kili answered as he and Tauriel steered them through the crowd after they had said their goodnights to Fili and the group. His brother happily, and tenderly, tugging his wife away towards a stand of smithing tools while Leotti was haggling for more fabric, Ori having just joined her happily allowing her to fill his arms with ream after ream of silks, satins, wool, and anything else she could get her hands on, and Naurfaer had caught up with Bofur who was sporting a very tall and equally colorful hat.
"Bu' you guys ARE the royal family so…." Toki continued to argue, his green eyes sparkling making it difficult for Tauriel to hold in her amusement.
"Still no." Kili shook his head and smirked.
"Awww." Toki whined, then gave Kili an earnest look. "But why? I won' take nothin'."
Kili looked down at the dwarfling and paused, kneeling to his level. "I'll tell you what. If you can get permission from my uncle, then I will take you to the treasury for a look." He lifted a finger when the dwarflings eyes widened in excitement. "Just a look. Pockets will be checked upon leaving. But don't get your hopes up, you have to get the mighty Thorin Oakenshield, king under the mountain and ruler of the dwarven people to let you in."
"Ah, pshh. Easy. Lead me to em, and I will show him! Nobody says no to the great and powerful Toki, greatest warrior Arda has ever seen!" To prove his point, Toki pulled a small wooden stick from his bag, and thrust it at Kili who gasped and clutched his chest where the 'sword' hit him. He then gave Tauriel a deeply pitiful look, and fell to the ground, lying flat on his back with his arms and legs spread eagle.
At this Tauriel lost the battle and the hall filled with her musical laughter. Kili lifted his head and gave her a look of pure betrayal. "Your beloved prince has fallen dead to the ground, and you are laughing? No tears of mourning or begging me to come back?" He then let his head fall back to the ground, completely ignoring the other dwarves who were walking past shaking their heads once they realized the prince of Erebor was simply, playing.
Every Kili was Tauriel's favorite Kili, but it filled her heart to see him acting his goofy, ridiculous self. He has been through a lot, she can say that over and over again. But this is proof that no matter the face he puts on to deal with his pain, this Kili is still in there, waiting to come out.
The two dwarflings were watching curiously, though they were both giggling quietly. "Dead you say? Well we cannot have that." Tauriel then walked over and got to her knees. "Oh, my Kili. I cannot be without you, so I must bring you back." She placed her hand on his chest and bent over to whisper in his ear. "Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth. Come back to me for I was made to walk by your side."
Kili recognized those words. They were the ones she used to heal him of his morgul wound, it was her healing chant. Kili lifted one eye, then another and grabbed her face as she began pulling away and slammed her lips to his in a hungry kiss.
"Ewww, gross. Regar, tell em to stop!"
Tauriel could feel Kili's smile grow across her lips, as he released her, and they both beamed at each other before turning to the dwarflings.
"Forgive me, I had to give him the kiss of life." Tauriel rose from the ground and held out her hand to Kili, helping him up.
"Can you do tha' for mama? Say those words an bring her back?" Tauriel instantly sobered as did Kili who kneeled back down to Toki and Regar, both watching earnestly.
"No little one. There really is no spell, trinket, or person who can bring someone back from the dead." Apart from Manwe if you are from a royal line that is still destined to walk middle earth…he neglected to say. That…was likely a once in a millennia kind of thing.
"He is correct, I am so sorry. I know what it is like to lose someone, Kili and I both do. But you will never be truly alone, cling to that. You both are rich in love and support. A treasure greater than any horde in this world and beyond." The boys nodded, unable to say anything.
"Now, come along. We must not remain here. We are expected and cannot delay our arrival any longer." Tauriel grabbed Toki's hand, allowing Kili to take a hold of Regar and they made their way past the golden floor and towards the guard.
"My prince, my Lady, I see yeh go' some guests, or are they stow-aways?"
"Definitely guests…this time." Kili gave Toki a lifted brow look, the dwarfling just smiled wide.
"Wyik, this is Toki and Regar, they will be staying the evening with us." The guard nodded and bowed to the two dwarflings who did not know what to do, so they just watched.
"Is my uncle still up?"
"Aye. Balin has been by with Dwalin, bu' tha' is all who have come an gone. Yer mams makin' something though. Can smell it from here. Smells mighty good."
"Then I shall make sure to bring some down for you." Tauriel gave him a bright smile, but the guard shook his head. "Nay, my Lady." He looked over to the other guard who was just watching the exchange curiously. "Illios and I are bein' released in a quarter hour and I 'ave plans to go dine among the Ukdam. Yeh better go up though. Don' want whatever tha' is up there getting' cold."
Nodding, Tauriel proceeded up the stairs beside Kili, the two dwarflings between them. They greeted the guards at the top of the stairs, then stepped through the floor to ceiling double doors and into the sitting room.
"Hammers, look at this room!" Regar's eyes widened when he looked around the magnificent sitting room for the entire floor.
Tauriel gave him a smile but pulled them down the hall. The room was empty, but she could hear noises and smell delightful aroma coming from the kitchen, so they started there. As it was, Dis was hard at work at the stove, stirring, mincing, and humming to herself as she moved around the space. She did stop when she saw her children walk in…with a few extra mouths likely needing feeding. She stood at the stove with her hands on her hips.
"And what do we have here? Hm? I recognize you two. Not looking for trouble again are you?"
Regar's eyes widened and he shook his head silently and quickly, but Toki huffed indignantly. "I never look for trouble, trouble finds me. Tha' is wha' da says anyway."
Dis lifted a brow then looked at her son who shrugged but looked around, searching for his favorite little dwarfling, well dwelfling if you were to be accurate. Although, Finli looked little in the way of an elf, and nearly identical to the dwarfling babes near his age. Except the ears and their very slight and subtle point. He even has a few whiskers on his chin which made Thorin rather proud. "Is Finli with uncle?"
"He is. Thorin was in a rather, engaging tale, of how he once took down a bear…with not but his hands and a single blade." She shook her head and turned back to the stove. "Hiril and Kaw were both pulled in as Finli decided Hiril was furry enough to be the bear, and Kaw was supposed to be Thorin…I believe. All rubbish if you ask me." She looked back at the four standing near the entrance. "I have heard that story over a dozen times, and each time…it changes."
"Is that the one where the bear flew down from the tree? As big as a dragon and twice as mean?" Kili asked excitedly.
"Tree? No not a tree. At least not this bear, this one surprised him from swimming up from the river, having been submerged and hidden beneath the waters surface." She turned off the stove and twisted to face them, her arms folded in a clearly unimpressed manner. "Either your uncle faces a lot of bears, or it is a tall tale. I am betting on the latter." She rolled her eyes then began shooing them out the door. "He is waiting for you though, so go on. I will let you know when supper is finished."
"I will be right back to help finish Dis, I just want to greet my darling. OH, how did he do by the way. I hope he was not too fussy today."
Dis stopped pushing them out and smiled wide. "Not at all. In fact, if you look closely, our little treasure has four new teeth ready for munching."
Tauriel and Kili both sighed in relief. That means they might be able to get decent night's sleep now. "That must be why he so willingly let us leave this morning." Her baby is finally feeling better.
Not wanting to wait any longer, or hold Thorin up, they made their way down the hallway and stepped into the chamber where Thorin must have just been finishing up his story.
"I SLASHED at the bear, my blade hitting its target spot on, and he roared a mighty roar before…"
"He fell down…dead. But he was not done yet, oh no. When I went to check him, his eyes SHOT open, and he latched onto my hand and tore my finger clean off! RROOAARRRR!" Kili lifted a hand, pushing one finger down and out of sight as if it was gone, then launched himself at his son. The dwarfling shrieked in delight as Kili began to attack every piece of him he could get with his fingers.
"Well well well, we do have some new teeth don't we? Perhaps YOU are the bear my little star." Kili tickled his sons chin who continued to giggle. "Da, pop bear. Roar!" He finally got out, when he was able to stop giggling.
"That's right. Roar." Kili repeated before lifting a brow to his uncle who stood with his arms folded, glaring at Kili.
"You ruined my story. That is my favorite part." If Tauriel did not know any better, she would believe that the mighty and proud Thorin Oakenshield, king under the mountain…was whining and pouting.
"You still have all your fingers, uncle. I was lied to." Kili narrowed his eyes. Thorin only smirked but refused to admit anything. He did, however, turn to the two dwarflings who were both watching silently.
"I take it you brought them up purposely this time?"
Tauriel chuckled and nodded. Finli must have just saw them, because all the laughter left his face and he quickly ducked behind Kili who was kneeling on the ground. His little fist clutching on to Kili's belt and his face buried into the fabric of his vest. Kili looked around him and lowered his brows in confusion, before he realized his son recognized the two of them.
"Finli, my little star, they are here to play. I promise, I will not let anyone take you again. Don't you want to play?" There was a pitiful little whine, and Kili felt his hands clutch at his belt tighter.
"He don' like us." Regar said, his voice sad and low.
Tauriel got to the ground and looked at them. "When a wrong is done and hurt is caused, sometimes it takes time to heal. Finli may look very young, which he is, but his mind is sharp and bright. He can remember things much better than others his age, even if he cannot communicate them quite yet. Imagine if you went to sleep somewhere, safe with your brother and father, then woke up to strangers. No understanding on how you got there, and nothing but unrecognizable people all around you. You search for your family, but they are nowhere in sight. Would that not frighten you?"
Both Toki and Regar nodded in understanding while Tauriel twisted around to where Kili still sat a few feet away. She watched as Kili reached around and grasped Finli, pulling him from behind his back and held him tight. "Darling, we brought someone for you to play with tonight. Come along and say hello. They will not harm you, mama and da will be right here." Tauriel held out her hand but instead of going to her, Finli hid his face in Kili's shoulder mumbling "No."
Tauriel frowned but Toki walked over to Kili and got to his own knees, making him much smaller. "I am sorry. I promise I won' take ya again."
Kili and Tauriel watched with bated breath and at first, nothing happened. But soon, Finli lifted his head and turned his wide brown eyes towards Toki. He then scrunched up his nose, narrowed his eyes, then shouted "BAD!"
"FINLI!" Tauriel chastised and Kili gaped at his son who never yelled at anyone. Ever. Period. His Finli clearly was quite angry at the small dwarfling who had stolen him from his bed. It was quite amazing really that at 21 months, he was even able to recognize that Toki was the one who took him. Kili was not sure if he should be proud, or terrified at his son's ability to be so observant. That, was likely his elven blood showing through. His thoughts were confirmed when Tauriel did not seem surprised at her son's outburst.
"I know, I know. It was bad. Bu' I won' do it again! Honest! I don' think me brother will let me anyway. I really am sorry though."
Finli said nothing as he just continued to glare at the dwarfling about a foot away from him. After a few tense moments, he pushed away from Kili who sat him down on his feet and he ambled away from his parents and towards his room, Kaw hopping along behind him. The two dwarflings watched him go, remaining in place. Finli did eventually stop though, and turned back to them, giving them an expecting look. "He wants you to follow him." Tauriel supplied. "He is taking you to his room."
"OH." Regar beamed and Toki jumped up. Kili and Tauriel smiled and watched their son and the two young dwarflings head towards Finli's nursery to play. But Toki stopped on his way past Thorin and tugged at the kings tunic. Thorin lifted a brow in question as Regar and Finli stood watching from the distance.
"They said if I ask ya, and get permission, I can go into the treasure room. Can I?"
Thorin looked to Kili and Tauriel who were both rolling their eyes and to Regar who was groaning. Thorin internally chuckled as he knelt down to be more at eye level with the small being before him. He waited a moment then finally grumbled out, "No."
At first Toki smiled bright, until he registered what the king had said and moaned in frustration. "Please?"
"No." Thorin repeated and ruffled the dwarflings hair. "The treasure room is not for fun visits or sightseeing. If I let you in, I would have to let others in and that would not be fair now, would it?"
"No, my Lord." Toki respectfully replied with a deep sigh. He really wanted to see that room.
Thorin thought then reached into his pocket and pulled two golden coins with Erebor's seal stamped in and two small gems and handed them to Toki. "This may not be the treasure room, but, imagine this….filling an entire room, and it is near the same thing."
"For me?" Toki asked in amazement as he peered down at the sparkling gems and shining coins. "I can keep these?"
"One of each for you and your brother." Thorin nodded and sat up only to have the dwarfling wrap his arms around his legs.
"Thank you." Toki pulled back and smiled brightly, running to Regar and passing him the gifts before they all ran into Finli's room.
Kili stood, pulling Tauriel up with him. "Finli has come a long way, and growing so fast. They all grow so fast." Kili sighed.
"Aye, they do indeed." Thorin murmured, looking at Kili, his own eyes filled with what could only be a mix of love, adoration, and sadness. Thorin clapped Kili on the shoulder a few times, then made his way to the door. "I have to go and meet with Sudri. They are leaving tomorrow, and we have some things to discuss and prepare for still. I will see you in the morning." Thorin gave them both one last small smile and left the chamber, leaving Kili and Tauriel alone.
Tauriel turned to Kili and leaned in, pressing her brow to his and nuzzling his nose gently. "Truly, you and Finli both have come a long way in the last month, meleth nin. Do not fret though, he is still very, very young and will need us for quite some time to come. Besides, we are not done yet. We have many more experiences ahead of us."
To prove her point, Tauriel placed Kili's hand on her stomach and Kili looked down to where his hand now sat. He let the feeling of the life inside her fill his mind for a moment before he let a leer spread across his face. "Just you and me huh?" Kili was about to pull his beloved wife's lips to his when he felt a nudge against his leg followed by a rather desperate whine. Kili huffed and looked at Hiril who was making her way towards the door. "I think she needs to be taken out." Tauriel groaned.
"How did we get landed with warg sitting?"
There was a crash in Finli's room followed by some laughter. "You take the warg and I will handle that. What do you say?" Kili suggested. Tauriel laughed and pecked him sweetly on the lips. "Deal, I was going to help Dis with dinner anyway. I will see you soon." Kili nodded and Tauriel made for the door, patting her leg to have Hiril follow her just as another crash sounded. It will certainly be an interesting night.
Back down at the Ukdam market, Viltarra was rolling her eyes lovingly at her husband who was up on stage with a rather, interesting, looking fiddle that had a much higher pitch and nasally, whiny, sound to it as he played. He was dancing around and had caught onto the instrument quickly, adding to the harmonies the other musicians were playing with ease as if he had been playing that instrument all his life.
"Guess I should no' underestimate the lad." Bofur sighed, scratching his head still under that obnoxiously large and bright hat. He had bet Fili he could not just pick up a random instrument and step in as he did…boy did he lose spectacularly.
"Those sons of Durin are not to be underestimated Bofur, you of all dwarves should know that." Viltarra lifted a brow but turned her eyes back to her husband who was now passing the instrument back, and giving a low bow to the crowd of clapping dwarves below the makeshift stage. Viltarra would have happily joined in, if her hand was not still a bit sore. So instead, she just sent Fili a broad grin which he returned before he jumped down and headed back her way.
The young prince placed his arm around his dam and leant towards Bofur. "I believe you owe me some gold, and an apology."
"Ya play a fiddle already lad! Tha' was no' a fair bet." Bofur argued, but still passed the prince some gold on his way up towards the stage to talk to the musicians before they started another song.
"Well, we did shopping, got some food, and danced a bit. What are we missing nunguame?"
"We have not gone to pick up your blade yet. We should go do that." She yawned, wincing when she went to cover it with her bruised hand.
"Or we can call it a night." Fili lifted a brow and ran his fingers through her hair. "It is getting late."
"But it is the last night the market is open, and we need to grab your blade." Viltarra argued.
"Is there anything else you want to do then?" Fili asked, brushing some of her blonde waves from her cheek. "Because we checked off all my list and to be honest, a night with just you, sounds much better than being down here among all the drinking and noise. What do you say? Call it a night?"
"AFTER we get your blade." Viltarra smiled. "Then yes, we can call it a night."
Fili rolled his eyes but led her towards the smithy among the Ukdam and leaned against the counter. "Hey Yuku, any chance that sword is done?"
The beefy, large, Ukdam dwarf turned towards Fili. He smiled, showing several teeth missing as he nodded his head. "Jus' finished it princey boy. Give me a mo' an' I will grab it for ya." He turned without waiting for a response and disappeared around the back of the tent structure, only to appear not a second later carrying a sheathed blade. "Here ya are, jus' how ya wanted it an already paid for."
Fili nodded and took the blade. "Thank you Yuku."
"My pleasure." He grumbled with another smile and went back to what he was doing. Likely packing up. It was getting late and most still perusing the markets were here more for entertainment then purchasing. Still, the stalls remained open, their merchants eager to sell as much as possible in the final hours. Thorin had given permission for the market to remain open until the first hour of the morning. The Ukdam would need some rest before their journey tomorrow afternoon.
"Happy now?"
"Hm?" Fili looked over at Viltarra. "Nunguame, I am always happy when you are near. So, the answer to that is always, yes, whenever you ask." Fili was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek, though she did mutter "Flatterer."
"It is not flattery if it is honesty." Fili corrected. "Now, let us see how this fits, shall we? I want to see if I need us to stop at the leather stall in case it does not. Saw more than a few lovely blade straps I think would go nicely with it."
Fili unwound the belt attached to the sword and stepped up towards Viltarra who was eyeing him with not a little confusion. "You're going to try that on here and now?"
They weren't exactly in the middle of the path in the indoor market, but there were dwarves all around them coming and going. "No, I am not going to try it on…you are. Now, hold still and I will show you how it goes and we will see if you need a different strap."
"ME?! What are you trying it on me for? Fili?!"
Fili ignored her however, and placed the sword over her shoulders, reaching around her still smaller waste…for the moment…and secured the belt to keep it all in place. The holder was set to sit at her back and had a few extra spots where a dagger could be housed, as well as a bow holster with space for arrows. Fili made sure it included everything.
"FILI!? Stop ignoring me and tell me what this is about." Viltarra huffed.
Fili placed the end of the strap in the loop and stood back, admiring the fit. He sighed and stepped forward once more, placing his hands on the curve of her hips. He should go get a belt slightly bigger to make room for their growing child. Growing child…the idea filled Fili with both pride and excitement. Viltarra was carrying HIS child. Right now.
Placing his forehead against hers, Fili breathed her in. "Just under a year ago, you were taken from me. EVERY day I wonder, if you had a means to protect yourself, would it have changed anything?"
"Oh Fili." Viltarra started, but Fili stopped her by leaning in and placing his lips on hers. He pulled back after just a moment and shook his head. "That will never happen again. This, is your blade now Viltarra. I will not see you unarmed. I would have made one for you myself…still might actually…but I thought this blade was rather well made when I saw Yuku working on it today." Fili released her and smiled. "Go on, pull it out."
Viltarra hesitated for a moment, then reached behind her and pulled the blade, slowly and gently as to not hurt her hand which only tinged with protestation at being used. It really was a perfect length for her. She observed the curve of the blade itself, admiring the runes etched into the entire length of the blade, the handle was made from steel and finely carved stone wrapped in leather, and the pommel at the top was curved and elegant. It certainly had a feminine look about it, and Viltarra instantly fell in love.
"I do not know what to say. Thank you Fili. But…I do not know much about swords. I can throw an axe, Da taught me that. But I have never had much experience with a sword of any kind. Knives in the kitchen, sure, but swords…not so much."
Fili chuckled. "You forgot to mention you have a mean right hook as well." He laughed then lifted her injured hand and pressed his lips to the bruised skin, seeing as she had switched the blade to her uninjured hand. "Not to worry." He leaned in close, whispering, "I happen to know a dwarven prince who may be able to teach you a thing or two about how to use a blade." He wagged his eyebrows and grinned.
Viltarra nodded. "I shall endeavor to be a willing student to Kili. He is quite good at swordfights."
"KILI?!" Fili huffed indignantly. "I will have you know I taught Kili all he knows!"
"I believe…I…taught Kili all he knows, and you as well."
Fili flipped around to see his uncle smirking, his eyes zeroing in on the blade still in Viltarra's hands. He reached out for it, requesting silent permission to check the blade over. Viltarra, of course, willingly passed it to the head of the family.
Thorin inspected the balance, the sharpness, and the straightness of the blade. He checked the grip, handle, and weight. After a few minutes, he hummed, impressed. "A good blade, and well made to suit you." He turned to Fili. "I assume you will be showing her how to use it?"
"Course." Fili grinned.
"Good." Thorin turned to Viltarra. "I think it would be wise for you to also have lessons in the bow with Tauriel and Kili, you too Fili. I think it is a good time to start expanding our skills and the bow is a weapon you can use in any condition." The king under the mountain gave Viltarra a meaningful look, then a warm smile. He passed the blade back to her and watched as she looked it over again before carefully placing it back in the holster…with a little help from Fili.
As Viltarra readjusted the straps on the holster, Thorin zeroed in on the dark bruising on her hand. His eyes narrowed and he gently grabbed for her hand, holding it tenderly. "Should I ask what the cause of this was? Are you alright?"
"Kili didn't tell you?" Fili sighed.
"Kili did not tell me what?" Thorin lifted a brow. "What happened Fili?" Pulling Thorin off to the side for a bit more privacy, Viltarra relayed the story of what had happened with Korwick. As predicted, Thorin was furious, but incredibly impressed with how Kili had handled the situation. His nephew was growing to be an amazing leader. He had no fear with giving him more responsibilities in running the mountain when he was ready for them. Maybe after his newest son was born.
Thorin sighed, shaking his head and grumbling low. "I think I too would have done the same as you did, Viltarra. Perhaps I should put you on the guard…Aeodhen could use your spirit."
Viltarra rolled her eyes but shook her head. "I think I would prefer to get back to the bakery when I am not needed by the family." Thorin nodded in understanding.
"Actually, uncle, on that same note…I was wondering if you would not mind if I open the forge in the market? It has been closed long enough and with the mountain settling down, I think I would like to get back into forging. Kili has already talked about pieces he was designing, as he has been going back to his workshop. He will eventually need space to sell his creations, so I thought he could utilize part of the forge as a makeshift stand. Even Tauriel said she is itching to keep her skills in practice. Finli is getting older, and we would like to do something in this mountain besides going to meetings. What do you say?"
Thorin rubbed his chin. He remembered the long hours he spent with his father in that forge, and when he shared such memories with Tauriel three years prior. "I think that is a wonderful idea Fili. The family forge is yours, Kili's, and Tauriel's to use as you see fit. Start whenever you wish." He was so proud of his nephews. His sons…and daughter. Taking up his legacy, his family's legacy, in every way possible.
Fili smiled brightly and nodded. "We will let you know when we open it. We are heading up uncle, do you need anything before we go?"
Thorin shook his head. "No, go on. I will see you both in the morning. We will have our work cut out for us getting the Ukdam prepped and back on the road." He gave them a nod of dismissal, watching them hand in hand, leave the market. He then turned towards where Sudri was speaking to a group of Erebor's dwarves, trying to sell what looked like an old, well used anchor. What use they had for an anchor Thorin had no idea, but Sudri was selling it hard and had more than one excited buyer. He sighed and made his way over to the group as arguments began to break out on who got to purchase the useless piece of iron. Never a dull moment in Erebor, Thorin thought to himself, but he loved every minute of it.
Authors Note: I thought it was time to let Fili, Kili, and Tauriel get back to work. If Thorin could run a forge and Ered Luin, then it is time to put the three amigos to work in the mountain. I already gave Kili a workshop, so now it is Fili's turn.
PLUS I think it is high time Viltarra gets some training. You will see that next act along with a lot of domestics and as promised, I will be touching on Thorin's love life. Now, before you get all excited, I am not EXACTLY sure how I want to do that…because it is not really a super happy story in my head. I have left you a few hints if you go back and read, Thorin mentioning a one in his life. I always envisioned Dis and Thorin being two of a kind in many ways and understanding each other inside and out not just because they are siblings, but because of shared experiences as well. But, as I have said, I am still deciding but I am pretty sure I am going with my gut and my own vision. I just don't want you all to get your hopes up…but maybe. I am going to talk my ideas over with my sister and see what she thinks.
Despite it all, I already know who will be the next ruler of Erebor after Fili, that is set in Reforged stone and Thorin will have no children of his own apart from his nephews and Tauriel he considers his children. AND remember, no matter what path of love I choose, Thorin is far from alone. He has his mountain, his people, his family, and his granddwarlings he adores and all love him deeply. We are not all gifted to find love in our lifetime, some of us have that waiting for us beyond this life I like to think, should we not get it here.
Regardless, there will still be plenty of love, kids, and drama in the acts to come in the reforged universe. One more chapter which I will probably get out today, or tomorrow. Love you guys! You make my day EPIC. XOXOXO