Almost tripping while pulling on a boot. “Me—? In Mirkwood? I didn’t think you’d want any dwarves there…!” Unless… “This is not to throw me back into a dungeon, is it? I am sorry for the elf-maiden comments!”

A very befuddled look as Kili pulls on wet clothing. “A very memorable elf-maiden…? Who would not forget me…” The one that comes to mind…is very far from him. Far away. Out of his reach… It could not be her.

“I have…? Did I get her name?” Grabbing wet clothes— “I don’t think I’d forget…!”

“Why have we not seen her! Or have I, and not realized?”

“Oh! Or there must be another elf maiden…” “Are my clothes clean?”

“The healers patrol…?”

“See, Uncle agrees!”

“Son… yes I meant son-“ Quieter, “He doesn’t have the eyebrows…!”

“I won’t question you or your daughter again-!”

“… You sound sure… I revoke my words-“

“I mean, are you sure—?”

“… I had questioned it…but the eyebrows were a helpful detail-“

You mean you’ve gone shopping, Uncle?

How can you tell which are the maidens—!

🧍

Are elves fully hairless? Besides their heads?

Spare clothes were too heavy to add to the journey… We were meant to purchase some?

Stripping—

Oh—! Is it laundry day already?

When the late hours of the night came around again & all were dark & quiet .. It was always the most difficult for the elven captain. Where she was left with only just her thoughts awhile. Thoughts that caused an ache in her heart where it had once bloomed. A pain far unlike any other. ++

// i feel better ily guys sm im gonna eat u

// idk if I’ll be active i dont feel good

Apologies for my brother… You could always chase him? You are…very fast

No! No, you haven’t offended! My brother is stubborn. Avoiding bed rest, I’d think—

Fili, where are you going—!

My wounds are fine! It is you who woke up much later—

Just…visit? You want to visit with Fili?

Yes…but no… Are elves always confusing?

🧍

// oh j never got a water but we’re leaving now!

// HE CALLED HIMSELF CONSORT

// WOULDNT WISH TO LIE…

Falling limp in defeat… Much like a scruffed kitten.

🪨⤵️

“My wound does not need checking!” A look of pure panic back at the elf in pursuit of him— Tripping on a stone.

// me walkin to different rides still trying to be on here

🧍

“Uncle help!”

Running quicker—

// my fic going on hiatus😔

𝘐𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳…

Don’t pick me up—! I’ll sit, I’ll sit—

𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙚?!

My wounds are fine!

Mahal help—

Perking up from outside the tent Maybe he should have ran? Was there still time—

// THORIN DIDNT FUMBLE? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa