Katniss was not sure what to think of the elves. If she had previously mistaken dwarves for humans, there was no way she would have been able to make the same mistake with elves. There was just not enough makeup or surgical procedures available in the entire Panem that could make any human look like that. Elves were far too ethereal and sublime for her to believe them to be real people. From the graceful way they moved to every single hair on their scalp, there was a celestial airy about them that made her feel at the same time in astonish awe and creepily scared by their unworldly features.

It was awfully dark when they crossed the Bruinen river, and Katniss as well the others were unable to fully appreciate the beauty of the hidden valley. As soon as they arrived at the doorstep of Elrond's household, an elleth guided her to a room that had obviously been prepared especially for her, if the dresses laid on the double bed were anything to judge by. The room assigned for her was as big and luxurious as the ones she had been given both times she was a tribute at the Hunger Games. That thought made her cringe.

Despite that feeling, Katniss was surely not going to decline the warm bath already waiting for her. Nor would she refuse the fresh fruit, cheese and bread laying on a desk alongside some wine and water jug.

The elleth that brought her there quickly introduced herself as Miliel and informed her that she had been tasked by Lord Elrond to help her out any way she could. Katniss felt very awkward. She had been catered by avoxes at the Capitol before, and it had always left a bitter taste on her mouth. Even though Miliel did not look like she was a slave, having someone she just met offering to do her laundry felt wrong.

"Thank you for the offer, but I think I can manage washing my own clothes,"

"Are you sure Lady Katniss? It would be a pleasure to help you. I was told that you have been on the road for a while. You should enjoy the opportunity and have some rest…"

"Please, drop the Lady. And I am used to being on the road. I am not as tired as you might think."

"Very well, in that case… I will come back here to fetch you after your breakfast with your companions and Lord Elrond is over. Ladies should do their washing before midday…"

"All right,"

"Oh, and I will need to take these back and adjust them for you," the elleth said, picking up the dresses that were laying on the bed, leaving only one that looked more like a nightgown. "I'm sorry, but you are a bit smaller than I thought you would be…"

"Please, don't worry about it," Katniss sighed in frustration as she hated when people fussing over her.

"Honestly, it is a pleasure. I'm a seamstress. Making and repairing clothes is my craft." Miliel's eyes shined when she told that to Katniss, who raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"In that case... if you could find me trousers and shirts instead of dresses..."

"I am sure I can work something out for you, but it will take me a little longer. Meanwhile, I shall quickly fix one of these for you to wear tomorrow." Miliel said pointing to the dresses on her hand. "Do you have any preference?"

"I rather leave that to you…" Katniss said, giving a short glance at the bath that she could not wait to use.

"Right. I will bring it back as soon as it is ready." Miliel informed her as she got closer to the door. "If you need anything, my room is only three doors down the right from yours. I shall leave you to it now,"

Katniss nodded in acknowledgement and whispered a thank you to Miliel as the elleth left her alone inside the unfamiliar bedroom. Katniss did not waste time to remove her Mockingjay outfit, leaving it on the floor.

She noticed a large long mirror and decided to take a better look on her own features. If she were to ignore the dirty, sweet and grime that was covering her body, she still looked pretty much the same she had looked before that bullet hit her at District Two. Perhaps she was even looking a bit healthier now that she was no longer under the strict diet regime of District Thirteen. Her eyebrows and upper lip hair had gone all wild again, as well the rest of her body hair. Her nails were dreadful, bitten and dirty. She could almost hear Vernia and Octavia criticizing her for not looking after herself better.

However, the hair in her head remained neatly braided by the style that Thorin had chosen to give her yesterday. She closed her eyes for a moment trying to remember the sensations that she had felt while he was braiding her hair. His hands stroking and massaging her scalp. His body was so close to hers. The feeling of his crotch touching her back, and the realisation that he was getting as excited as she was. She started to wonder what would have happened if she had kissed him, how his lips would have tasted when pressed against hers. She sighed.

And now that she could fully see and appreciate her new hairstyle, she had to admit that Thorin had done a better job than she had expected him to deliver. She carefully ran her fingers through the braids, already mourning the fact that she was going to have to undo them if she wanted to properly wash her hair that night.

As she did not know how long they would remain at Elrond's house, she decided it was probably wise to make good use of the bath and elvish shampoo while she could. Perhaps, she thought, Thorin could do her hair again if she asked nicely.

She carefully checked the temperature of the water, and even though it was still a bit too hot for her taste, it was nothing that she could not endure. Slowly she started to make her way inside the bath, and soon she was laying down on the hot water, washing her hair, and then the rest of her body. When she was done scrubbing every single inch of her body, the water was still lukewarm, so she decided to close her eyes and relax for a bit. She did not even notice when she fell asleep inside the bathtub.

Katniss was inside the arena of her second hunger games, but instead of Peeta, Finnick and Mags, it was the company who was there with her. They were walking inside of the warm rainforest, trying to find the other tributes to kill. However, they were suddenly attacked by a group of Orcs who somehow were dressed up as monkeys. They all got their weapons ready and started to fight the monkey Orcs, but a thick fog that Katniss knew would be poisoning was approaching them.

Katniss saw herself considering for half a second running away without sharing that information with the company, as she did not want to be the one that would kill them later.

That second cost her attention and that led to one of the Orcs getting very near her and raised his sword to give her a mortal blow. Only that blow did not come, because Thorin pushed her out the way, receiving the hit on her place. She screamed his name not wanting to believe that he was gone.

"THORIN! NO! THORIN!" she cried and screamed as she kneeled next to his motionless body.

"Lass, stand up! We need to go..." she felt Balin placing a gentle hand on her shoulders.

"NO! NO! NO! THORIN! THORIN! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" she shook his body as if trying to make him stand. But it was pointless. Thorin was dead.

"Lassie, the fog… we need to run…" Balin tried to reason with her, but she was far too gone.

"I AM NOT LEAVING HIM! THORIN! THORIN!" It was then that Dwalin came and started to drag her away from Thorin's body. The dwarrow warrior tried to immobilize her and carry her on his shoulders, but she was squirming away too much for him to be able to do that on his own.

"Fili, Kili, give me a hand…" Dwalin shouted to the two Princes who also started to immobilise and drag her away despite her shoutings and attempts to break free.

"THORIN! LET ME GO! I AM NOT LEAVING HIM! THORIN!"

"Wake up, Katniss!" she heard Thorin's dead body to say her name, but it was not his voice which was coming from it. It was a female voice that she thought she had heard before.

"Thorin?" she asked in confusion.

"Wake up…"

Katniss saw Miliel's face glowing in front of her as if there were one thousand suns inside her room. It took Katniss a few seconds for her to realise that she had just woken up from another nightmare. It took her another few seconds for her to notice that she was still naked and inside a bathtub.

Miliel's face was full of worry as she offered her hand to help Katniss out of the bath and covered her with a towel. Katniss felt a bit dizzy as if she had stood up quicker than she should have done. Miliel guided her to her bed and Katniss did not even protest as the elleth started helping her dry her body and put her nightgown on.

"You went through a big ordeal today, my Lady. But rest assured that you are safe and among friends here at the Imladris," Miliel tried comforting her the best way she could.

Katniss did not know what to say to that, so she just nodded in acknowledgement.

"I will go and brew you some tea…" Miliel told her as she stood up to make her way to the door.

"No. Please, don't…"

"It will do you good, my Lady…"

"That won't be necessary."

"But…" Miliel started but was sharply interrupted by Katniss.

"Honestly, I am fine. You should go back to sleep, Miliel…" Katniss requested trying to use all her willpower to look stronger than she actually felt.

"I wasn't…" Miliel said unsure, but then she decided to point at the armchair where she had placed a single red dress. "I adjusted that one for you. I thought burgundy would go well with your olive skin…"

Katniss nodded and waited until Miliel to leave the room again. Only when the elleth was out of the room that Katniss felt safe to release her body weight and drop herself on the bed. All Katniss' thoughts were turned to Thorin. She wanted to seek the comfort of his presence more than ever. She wanted to hug him, to feel him, to be reassured that it had been just another nightmare and that he was doing all right. However, she had no idea where he was, and she did not know that place.

Katniss was dreading the perspective of sleeping alone again, but she also knew that she was feeling way too tired to be able to avoid sleeping again that evening. With a sigh of resignation, she allowed the sleep to claim her again, her last thought being that she hoped she would not wake Miliel again when her next nightmare came back to disturb her.

As she had predicted, a couple of hours later Katniss ended up waking up with another nightmare. On this second occasion, she had dreamt of Thorin getting shot at the Nut explosion side by side with her. Luckily she had woken up much quicker than last time and Miliel did not need to come back to calm her down.

Even though it was still dark outside, Katniss felt rested enough for not needing to get back to sleep that night. Thus, she helped herself to some of the food that had been left in her room before she decided to change to the dress that Miliel had brought for her last night. The dark red dress hugged her figure in perfect harmony. The golden locket with the hidden pictures of her family complimented her outfit. Besides, Katniss decided to retrieve her Mockingjay pin from her armour and placed it on her new dress. She then brushed and braided her hair in her usual style and finally armed herself with her bow and quiver. Only then she felt ready to adventure herself outside her room and explore Rivendell.

Truth to be said, what she really wanted was not to wander without a destination on these foreigner elvish lands, but to find Thorin. After having dreamed twice in the same night with his demise, she felt like she needed assurance that he was all right.

So she wore her night-vision glasses as she walked through the deserted corridors full of statues and paintings that ornated the Imladris. More than once she had a creeping feeling that she was being followed and observed, but she tried to remain calm and remember that was supposed to be a safe place.

Soon she found her way out the building where her room was located and she noticed that the dawn was on its way and that she no longer needed to wear her night vision glasses outside. The beauty of the hidden valley struck her like lightning. Rivendell was quite a sight to behold. With its bright delicate architecture buildings, it's clear blue sky and trees of green shivering leaves, surrounded by the most alluring grand mountains that were slowly being kissed by morning light.

Her astonishment with the sight of the valley made her lay down her guard, and an ellon with the hair as bright as the sun seized that opportunity to approach Katniss and make her acquaintance.

"Did you wake up earlier to enjoy the sunrise, my Lady?" said the ellon.

Katniss was startled, as she failed hearing him approaching her. After giving him a better look, she noticed that he was tall, strong and had the most delicate facial features she remembered seeing in a man. He was extremely handsome though, and somehow his appearance reminded her of Finnick. Or at least, what Finnick Odair would have looked like if he was an elf.

Katniss replied to him with a short nod. The male elf was very tall in comparison to her. She was unwilling to engage, but also unsure of how she was supposed to behave.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my Lady. I'm Glorfindel, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower," he said and finished his introduction by giving a little bow and placing a kiss on the back of her hand. Katniss raised her eyebrow in surprise of this gesture.

"Katniss Everdeen. Not really a Lady of anything." she gave him a short nod out of politeness.

"Oh?" it was his turn to feel surprised "Somehow I find that quite hard to believe..."

She just shrugged her shoulders to his comment and he felt the need to explain his logic to her.

"I sense that similarly to me, you bear the blessing of the Valar. It is unclear where you hail from, or which deeds you have accomplished, but it must have been something quite impressive for you to gain their favour…"

"I only did what I needed to do in order to survive," she answered looking away from him.

"Don't we all, Lady Katniss?" he said looking at the river that she had decided to give her attention. "So you confess that you have done something special to win their grace after all."

Despite not saying a single word, her frown made him quickly add.

"Don't you worry child, I will not pry on things that you are clearly not ready to share…"

"Good." she simply said finally returning her gaze to his direction. "And I am no child, Mr Glorfindel."

"Of course you are not. Forgive my indiscretion."

She gave him a short nod before she turned back to appreciate the view of the valley. She started walking away from him, but Glorfindel seemed determined to not let her out of his sight and decided to follow her around.

"I saw the damage your enchanted bow did on those three trolls at the Great East Road…"

Glorfindel decided to change the subject as they walked through the white stone path that connected the houses around the valley. He hoped that by doing that she would open up about something more recent than her mysterious past.

"My bow is not enchanted. It was made and programmed by a friend of mine called Beete."

"That is an uncommon name. What race is from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Human, I believe…"

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow to that but did not make any comment.

"And what do you mean by programmed?"

"Well, he used technology, of course. Beete is a genius. I'm very glad that I chose him to be my ally."

"I have yet to see technology like this, my Lady. Would you allow me to have a look at your bow?"

She examined him from head to toe as if evaluating whether or not she could trust him. It took her a good few seconds for Katniss to make her mind, but in the end, she ended up nodding her head in agreement and she passed her bow and quiver over for him to have a better look. She then started going over the different functions of the arrows, the voice control function, the range and the different ways she could optimise her aim and the lethality of her strike.

"Where in Arda can you get a bow like this, my Lady?" Glorfindel's mind was completely blown away by the quality and technology used in the making of her weaponry.

"About that... according to Gandalf, I am from the future. He said that I am likely to be three or four Ages from your current timeline,"

"Well, that can explain quite a few things! "

Glorfindel looked like a child when he asked her if he could try her bow on. His excitement was such that she did not have the heart to deny him that small pleasure. The ellon war hero did not waste time and like a killing machine that he was, he fired arrow after arrow on a flock of birds that happened to be flying above them. He did not aim for all the birds, but he killed every single one he shot.

"Good shooting!" she praised him as they retrieved and cleaned all her normal arrows.

"You are not the only one with good aim, Lady Katniss," he smirked at her, to which she returned the smile and nodded in approval.

"It is a shame that I lost some of my arrows yesterday during the confrontation with the trolls and the Orcs…"

"Can't you make new ones?"

"I can make some wooden arrows, but I am not sure how well they will work on my bow."

"Why don't you make metal ones? It will surely work better!"

"I don't know how to do it…"

"No need to worry, my Lady, I will make you some new arrows." he gave her a jovial smile.

"Thank you!" she said, finally looking relaxed around him. "Although… I believe that it will be impossible to replicate the special arrows with the current technology available…"

"Then you should save them for the moments of utmost need,"

She gave a short nod to show her agreement.

"Glorfindel…? Do you know where my companions are? Last night we were separated so quickly that I didn't even get to wave them goodnight…"

"Oh yes my Lady. I've heard they did make quite a scene after you left." Glorfindel tried to hide his amusement.

"They were not the only ones who were upset with that. I missed their company," she said with a frown.

"My apologies, my Lady. You should have said something. I am sure that Miliel could have spared a few minutes for you to say goodnight…"

"I was too tired to think properly," she said defensively "do you know where I can find them now?"

"Of course! They must be arriving for breakfast at the main dining hall of Elrond's house. Your presence is expected. It will be a pleasure escort you there, my Lady," he said, offering an arm for her to hold.

Thorin Oakenshield was not a happy dwarf. As if it was not enough to be coerced by Gandalf to seek refuge on that cursed valley when they arrived the elves basically kidnapped his One by taking her away from his company's sight without informing them. Thorin was beyond furious when he noticed what had happened. If a dwarf's One was sacred, a king's One could surely become a target if someone wanted to destabilize a kingdom.

He only calmed down slightly after being reassured by Gandalf that the elves had deemed properly to place Katniss on the wing destined to single maidens and that she had been offered a room, a warm bath, food and clean clothes. Gandalf and Bilbo were also settled at guest rooms at Elrond's house, but Thorin refused to take the guest rooms, as he claimed that his men should all remain together.

It had been Elrohir who decided to offer them one of the small houses at the edge of the valley, despite it having been empty for centuries and not have been prepared for receiving guests. Thorin accepted it begrundly, even though he thought that he would rather camp on the opening.

Despite his tiredness, Thorin was barely able to have some proper sleep, as his mind kept drifting to wonder how Katniss was faring without them. After the sunrise, he did not waste time to get ready to greet the Lord of the hidden valley, mainly because he had been informed that Katniss was going to be attending that event as well.

However, she was not there when they arrived at Elrond's dining hall. Elrond and Gandalf were and they were quick to invite him to sit at a separate table from the rest of his company. He did not like that. He would rather sit with the rest of his men. The table they were seating had been set for five people, not three, making Thorin wonder if he was supposed to invite his nephews or Balin to sit along with them. However, as Elrond's Son's seemed to be nowhere to be found, he imagined that his nephews had fortunately been excused from that torment.

Soon the niceties began, and he and Gandalf showed the elf Lord the swords they had retrieved from the troll hoard.

"How did you come by these?" Elrond asked after he had examined and returned both swords to their new owners.

"We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs." Gandalf informed him casually.

"And what were you doing on the Great East Road?" Elrond pushed the subject making Thorin feel uncomfortable. He turned to his company, ready to excuse himself from the table and freed himself from that tortuous conversation when he saw a vision that simultaneously warmed and clenched his heart.

Katniss came forward wearing a dress of elvish making that had been perfectly adjusted to her body. She was being escorted by a male elf, looking way too comfortable with that pointy ear fellow for his taste. Her hair no longer displayed the hairstyle that he had braided and that also stung deeply. It reminded him that she was not his. At least, not yet. And perhaps she could end up deciding that she would never want to be his after all.

"Lass, you are wearing a dress!" Bofur shouted instead of greeting her good morning.

"Where is your dwarrow hairstyle?" Kili asked, feeling disappointed.

"I washed my hair last night…" she said, feeling a little bit flushed.

"Ye are lookin' too much lik' an elf!" Dwalin complained.

"Na, our Lassie wears it better!" Balin smiled at her.

"Who is your pointy ear bodyguard?" Gloin squinted his eyes as he analysed the blond elf from his seat.

However, Katniss did not need to answer that question, because Lord Elrond himself stood up and addressed the elf who was escorting her.

"Glorfindel, Mellonnen! Lady Katniss" Lord Elrond greeted them with a small bow as he pointed to the two remaining empty seats on his table "Please, join us."

"Thorin!" Katniss's face lit up as he noticed that the leader of their company was also seating at the table she had been invited to join. However, the wound she had unwillingly inflicted upon him was still too fresh for him to answer her with any signs of politeness, so he answered her with a grunt. Katniss on her turn looked at him feeling confused.

"Sorry about our lateness, Mellonnen. Lady Katniss allowed me to try on her futuristic bow, and I could not let this opportunity come to pass…"

" What? You let this pointy-eared to use your bow?!" Kili was unable to contain himself and ended up releasing his indignation even though he was not sitting at the main table. Thorin's face was pure rage as he learned that as well.

" Did I do something wrong?" she asked, feeling extremely confused as she unceremoniously filled up her plate with as much food she could.

"You have done nothing wrong, my dear. Master Kili might be feeling a bit jealous that he did not get to have a go as well, that is all." Gandalf informed her with a grandfatherly smile.

"He never asked!" she answered defensively.

"You never offered!" Thorin accused her, full of rage.

"Well, he can have a go at it, if he wants it that badly!"

Thorin grunted instead of giving her a proper answer, and to that, she frowned at him. Meanwhile, Glorfindel, Elrond and Gandalf seemed to be exchanging some amusing glances between them, which was completely missed by the due who were too busy throwing daggers at each other with their eyes.

The rest of the company had also finally stopped complaining about the food and the music and had their attention resting on Thorin and Katniss as if they were watching a soap opera. Some of them went as far as making wagers on the outcome of that fallout with their Iglishmêk's hand sign.

"While I was hunting the remaining orcs and ran away last night, I ended up finding the hoard where the trolls that Lady Katniss slayed used to live…"

That got Thorin's attention back to business

"You have no claim to that treasure!" Thorin spat.

"Of course not! I would never dream to claim such a thing!" Glorfindel said defensively "it is Lady Katniss who has killed those unholy beasts, therefore, she is the one who has got a legitimate claim to the treasure. Though I will offer my services to retrieve it, as I believe it would be wise to move it from the East Road. That is not a safe place to keep it."

"I… I don't want any treasure…" Katniss said, feeling unsure.

"Yes, you do." Thorin ordered her. "Besides, my nephews aided her. I shall send some of my men to retrieve the treasure…"

"If the Orc packs are after you, it would be deemed unwise to go back," Gandalf looked from Thorin to Katniss.

"And you don't get to tell me what to do!" Katniss spat at Thorin. "I don't want the treasure."

"Yes, you do. If you don't take it free-willing, you will take it because you are bound to me by contract to do so."

" What ?"

"Balin!" Thorin shouted to the table where his men were seated and fully paying attention to what was going on. "Bring me her contract!"

"Wait! In that case, I have changed my mind. I will take the treasure. Lord Glorfindel, I accept your offer to retrieve it…"

"Katniss!" Thorin growled in outrage.

" I shall use my treasure to pay your people for the trouble of letting our company stay here at Rivendell…"

"That is way too much gold for such little trouble…" Thorin squinted his eyes at her full of anger.

"Very well. If that is your wish, my Lady... I will ensure to ask for a fair price," Elrond bowed his head at her, who raised her chalice and sent a toast in his direction.

"Please, ensure to charge everything. From the food we have eaten to the arrows Glorfindel promised to make for me. I hate owning people…"

"You promised to make her arrows!?" Thorin immediately stood up, pointing his finger to the elf warrior who opened his eyes wide in shock by Thorin's crude behaviour. The musicians immediately stopped to play, and every single pair of eyes in the room were focused on him.

"Thorin! Sit down now! You are making a fool of yourself!" Gandalf fumed at him.

But Thorin refused to listen to him. He also decided that he had heard enough. Without saying anything, he left the table and the dining hall altogether, leaving a mortal silence and perplexed faces behind him. Katniss grunted and rolled her eyes as she also stood up and quickly excused herself, asking permission to leave the table so she could follow Thorin. Lord Elrod gave her a short nod.

Katniss had already started to walk away when she remembered that she had barely had time to eat, so she ran back to the table and grabbed a brioche before she started running way.

"Thorin!" Katniss shouted as she left the dining halls and ran through the corridors of Elrond's house as she tried to keep up with his fast pace.

After she left, everyone stayed still for a moment, unsure on how to deal with the situation, until Lord Elrond stood up and said that they should carry on eating and playing music as if nothing had happened. Slowly the dwarves went back to their complaints about the food and music available, and Gandalf started to talk to both Lords in Sindarin.

"That was quite the scene, my friend…" Lord Elrond said as he raised an eyebrow.

"Forgive his behaviour, my friend. You know how dwarves can get when it comes to their One…" Gandalf said apologetically.

"His One? You mean, the girl?" Glorfindel raised his eyebrow in surprise. "That does explain quite a bit, my friend."

"Yes, presenting their intended with weapons is a dwarrow courting tradition. You can imagine what Thorin's clouded mind assumed when you mentioned the arrows…" Gandalf said with a pitiful look on his face.

"A dwarf and a daughter of man? I never thought I would live enough years to see this happening!" Elrond told Gandalf as he gave a quick glance to the rest of the company.

"Don't be so surprised, my friend, the heart wants what it wants. You as a descendant of Luthien and Beren should know that better than anyone else."

"True. Though she does seem to be an odd woman. I sense something odd about her… like she is not entirely human..." Lord Elrond said as he examined her bow and quiver that she seemed to have forgotten by her chair.

Gandalf gave him a smug look, as he wondered if he should share his own suspicions about her to his friends.

"While we were walking around the Imladris she mentioned something quite extraordinary, actually" Glorfindel gave Gandalf an intense glare "she mentioned something about being from the future…"

To that Elrond raised his eyes in surprise.

"Anything else you are trying to hide from me, my friend?" Elrond asked with a stern.

"I am not hiding anything. But some secrets are just not mine to share…"

The elf lord nodded in understanding. However, a food fight seemed to have started among the dwarrow, breaking the mood for any further discussion about Thorin and Katniss between them.

"Thorin!" Katniss shouted as she left the dining halls and ran through the corridors of Elrond's house as she tried to keep up with his fast pace.

He had already reached the gardens when she managed to stop him. His eyes were filled with rage.

"What is the matter with you!?" she tried not to shout at him, but her words came louder than she had intended.

"Isn't that obvious to you yet?" He sounded hurt.

"No…?" she honestly answered, trying to lower her voice more this time.

He looked at her intensely and she returned the glare. Everything he wanted to do, was to press her body hard against a tree and kiss her senseless until she begged him for more. That way, she would finally understand that she was his. She did not belong with that pointy-eared elf, nor did she belong with those two human lads from the future. She belonged to him. He clenched his fists to help to restrain himself from succumbing to his own urges.

"Thorin…? What is wrong about Glorfindel making me some arrows?" she asked calmly, however, his anger returned at full strength as he heard her saying these words.

"If you wanted new arrows, you should have asked me!" he ranted in frustration.

"Thorin, he just noticed I was low in arrows and offered to help me!" she huffed in frustration.

"I know well enough the kind of help he wanted to give you!" Thorin grumbled.

"What are you talking about? And I had no idea you could make metal arrows too, you know?"

"If you are needing new arrows, I will make you new arrows! And they will have much better making than the ones done by any khurb-takhrabmî zars-tamanâl!" he growled, and she sighed. She did not need to understand the words he said to realise they were likely to be swearing words used against Glorfindel.

"You are just being as silly as a six-year-old boy now, Thorin!" she scowled. "Gandalf is right, you are making a fool of yourself!"

He fumed in anger but did not say anything. She turned around, ready to find the way back to her room when she heard him growling.

"You already undid your hair. Did you not like it…?" he asked, trying not to sound too hurt.

"I loved it." she answered him honestly "I was actually going to ask you to do my hair again, but you are being such a jerk about this, that I am no longer sure if I want you that close to me again…"

He blinked in disbelief as he was caught completely off guard by her confession.

"Truly?" he asked.

She nodded to confirm it.

"Then name a price for you to forget and forgive my foolishness, Amrâlimê!"

"Well… perhaps you could stop being a prat and start by making amends with Lord Elrond and Lord Glorfindel. They have been nothing but kind to us so far…"

"You are asking too much…" he answered with a frown.

"I never said my price would be cheap…"

To that, he sighed.

"And I wouldn't have expected nothing less from you, Mizin. I will do as you wish."

"Good. I need to go now. The elf that escorted me to my room last night is probably waiting for me…"

"You rather spend your time with an elf than here with me?"

"Not really. But I do need to wash my clothes," she said with a smile. "I will see you around,"

And she left him standing there, happily watching her disappearing back to Elrond's house. Now he was going to have to make amends with these elves, his pride and dignity be doomed.

Khuzul as always stolen from the dwarrow scholar:

khurb-takhrabmî zars-tamanâl: Horse riding tree dweller

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