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~Arrows and Dragonhide~
Kili Durin x {Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 3/?
A/N- its one in the morning and my brain is broken
Word Count- 3.2k
Summary- Bofur calls Eyja a witch, and trolls are stanky.
Warnings- Cannon typical violence, mentions of torture, mentions of death, will be 18+ in future parts, cursing/foul language
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As the morning sun rises and the forest around them begins to come alive with animals, Eyja wakes slowly, feeling an arm resting over her shoulder and another around her waist. Her eyes slowly drift upwards, finding the youngest of the Durin brothers leaning back against the rock wall, head tilted to the side, lips parted and hair askew, his dark eyes hidden behind closed lids, and she feels his breaths as she leans her head farther back trying to figure out how to untangle herself from the arms and the blanket holding her to Kili's side. Gently she raises her hand and pushes lightly on the dwarven princes shoulder, seeing his brow crease slightly and his eyes flutter but remain closed. "Kili," her voice is barely audible, a mere breath of noise in the quiet morn but it is enough to rouse the dark haired dwarrow she leans against. As his eyes crack open he is immediately met with the sight of the brunette woman entangled in his arms, and his face reddens almost instantly, his hands fly away from Eyja's body and she sits up as he begins whispering an apology.
"I am so sorry, I hadn't meant to fall asleep, I swear I meant no disrespect-" the woman in front of him cuts him off quickly.
"it's fine Kili, besides, its not everyday I wake up in the arms of a prince." Her voice is lilting and she grins at him as his face remains the color of a ripe tomato. Kili laughs, causing his brother, who sleeps mere feet away to shift in his sleep.
"Yes, well it's not everyday I wake with a beautiful woman in my arms." His joking voice matches her own and they both chuckle softly, beginning to feel the sleep rise from their bodies. Kili sits up, groaning softly as his back cracks after being in one position for so long. The two slowly start to pack up their belongings, strapping it once more to the back of Kili's pony. As the sun gets brighter, shinning over the treetops and illuminating the rock the company rests on, the dwarrow begin to stir, slowly awakening in the warm sunlight.
Eyja drapes her dark green cloak over her shoulders in an effort to preserve some of the heat still remaining from Kili's body, as the morning air nips at the rings of metal in her exposed skin.
"Are you cold?" Kili's voice is louder than it probably should have been and the dwarfs around him grumble, as they are still half asleep and do not appreciate the loud voice.
"Just a little chilly, I'll be fine." Kili's brow remains furrowed but he moves on to rousing the rest of the company. As the dwarfs begin to move around her, Eyja remains at the edge of the cliff, looking out over the forest, the large poplar tree leaves lay turned down, barely rustling in the breeze. "It's going to rain, do be sure to cover anything you don't wish to get wet."
Bofur turns to her, eyes still weary from sleep and large hat askew, "How do you figure that lass?" His head turns up to the cloudless sky above them, "there aren't even any clouds." Eyja points to the leaves on the large trees below them.
"When it is going to rain, poplar leaves upturn." The hat wearing dwarf nods still looking confused. Fili walks over dropping his bag on the ground at his feet.
"I couldn't help but notice your sleeping situation with my brother last night," His lips turn up into a sly smile, "might there be something there?"
Eyja chuckles at the dwarrow's antics, "Fili, what may or may not be between me and your brother will remain between the two of us, now I'm pretty sure Bombur has some food so I'm going to get some breakfast." Walking towards the small gathering of dwarfs, she watches as Kili and Fili laugh about something that did not reach her ears, the wide smiles worn by each of them bringing a strange warmth to her. As a bowl of the fire warmed stew is placed in her hands, she steps out of the rowdy crowd of dwarrow, walking back over to the dwarven princes.
Kili steps back creating space between the two ponies for Eyja to stand, the shifter nods her thanks as the dark haired dwarf ties her bag atop the horse. Each of the ponies surrounding them is quickly mounted by their respective dwarf and the ashes of their fire are quickly doused and stamped out. Gandalf once again rides to the front of their procession and starts down the mountain trail. Eyja matching pace with Kili's horse.
True to Eyja's earlier prediction soon the sky had begun to unleash a torrential downpour, the dirt road quickly turning into slick muddy mess. Eyja grimaces at the thought of having to clean her boots of the grime later, pulling her hood farther over her head in an attempt to save her hair from the water. Bofur turns in his saddle to call back to Eyja, "Lass that is some mighty witchcraft you pulled to guess this was coming."
Eyja laughs at his remark knowing he is just poking fun, "Master dwarf I have been on the continent for a good many years, I have learned to read the signs nature provides, that is not witchcraft, merely being observant." The few dwarfs around them chuckle at the exchange, before they continue to ride on in silence. they only ride for a short time before Dori calls out over the pounding noise of the rain.
"Mister Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?"
Gandalf spares not even a glance as he replies, "It is raining master dwarf, and it will continue to rain and it will continue to rain until the rain is done," the grey cloaked wizard pauses before continuing, "if you wish to change the weather of the world you should find yourself another wizard." Dori slumps down in his seat, accepting that he will continue to be pummeled by the weather. As the hobbit and wizard discuss the other great wizards of Middle Earth, Kili leans down to speak close to the shifter ear.
"Eyja pretty soon the mud is going to swallow your boots, I do believe it would be in your best interest to get on a pony instead of continuing to walk." Eyja sighs at the dwarfs continued pestering of the subject, Knowing he will not give it up as long as he has breath in his lungs she stops walking and nods to the dwarven prince.
"Fine, but only because the mud is making my boots weigh twice what they should." Kili grins down at her before shifting forward in his seat patting the space behind him urging Eyja to sit. She climbs up onto the horse resting her hands in her lap, unsure of close she should be sitting behind the prince.
"You should hang on, it would be a shame for you to fall." Eyja can hear the smile in his voice and shakes her head with a quiet laugh as she places her hands lightly around his torso, his back pressing against her front. He turns his head as much as he can trying to face her, "Have you met any of the wizards Gandalf speaks of?"
Nodding her head her cloaks hood shifts back a tad, and she quickly pulls it back to its proper place, "I have met Saruman, he was quite the stern fellow, the only other wizard I have met was Radagast the brown, he was quite peculiar, but a pleasant enough person if a little odd." The dwarf in front of her hums in acknowledgment and they ride in a peaceful silence, the only sound is the quiet murmurs of the company, and the shower of the rain.
Days pass and they slowly establish a routine, of waking with the sun before riding all day before setting down for the night. The group rides through the hills before coming to a burnt building. "We'll camp here for tonight," Thorin's deep voice carries through the small valley, "Fili, Kili, look after the ponies make sure you stay with them." Nodding the two princes dismount, Eyja following after them, they tie their horses up to the small pieces of fence left unscathed by the flames. beyond the trees, Eyja's ears pick up Thorin arguing with Gandalf over whether they should move on from this abandoned home. Suddenly Gandalf shouts about being the only one with sense and she hears him storm off.
Kili and Fili sit against a fence post quietly discussing things Eyja pays no mind to, instead she wonders over why a farmer would leave their home, was there something dangerous lurking in these woods, if so what had it been and was it still residing close by. Her blade lays a comforting weight across her back, and she lowers herself to the ground across from the two dwarves. Looking down at the sorry state of her once brown boots, she begins prying at the mud caking them, hoping that it will fall off easily now that it had dried. The trio sit there listening to the bugs fly overhead and the ponies shift and whinny as the sky overhead grows darker.
The sounds of the forest suddenly stop, leaving an eerie silence hanging in the air. The silence only lasts for a mere moment before suddenly a deafening crack of a tree falling pierces the air, the shifter and dwarves shoot to a standing position, and the three rush towards where the ponies are tied. The sound of footsteps behind them soon comes with bilbo standing between them all.
"What's the matter?" His question comes with a bowl of stew pushed towards the two dwarves.
Kili's voice comes out low, "We're supposed to be looking after the ponies,"
Eyja continues the sentence, "Only we've encountered a slight problem,"
"We had 16," Fili speaks now voice uncertain, "now there's 14."
After a quick search to find which horses had vanished, the group reconvened with Bilbo still trying to offer the princes the stew. "Daisy and Bongo are missing." Kili paces to the group brow creased and frown on his face.
"That is not good," the hobbit lets out a nervous chuckle, "that is not good at all, shouldn't we tell Thorin?"
Fili turns quickly speaking even quicker, "No no lets not worry him. As our official burglar we thought you might want to look into it?" Eyja paces around the fallen tree, finding a large footprint and her stomach drops. She knows those tracks, and the foul stench they left behind.
Bilbo's face drops, and he nods pointing to the fallen tree, "Right well, um, it looks like something big uprooted these trees. Something very big indeed."
Eyja speaks, her voice even toned and flat, "Trolls."
Fili and Kili turn quickly to face the skin changer, and something in the trees catches the elder brothers eye, "Hey, there's a light. come 'ere." he gestures for the other to look and he starts towards the light, and Eyja sighs heavily before unsheathing her dagger and following after the blonde headed dwarf. Kili launches over a fallen log quickly followed by his brother and Eyja, Bilbo trailing after them, stew still in hand. As the four hide behind a tree, a troll stomps past a pony beneath each arm, and Eyja's hand flies to the sword strapped to her back unsheathing it quickly.
"He's got Myrtle and Minty, I think they're going to eat them we have to do something!" Bilbo's voice is hushed and tense with worry for his pony. The two dwarven brothers turn to him and nod simultaneously.
"Yes, you should, mountain trolls are slow and stupid and you're so small, they'll never see you, it's perfectly safe." Kili takes a bowl from the hobbit, Fili doing the same. Eyja has to repress the urge to smack her hand to her forehead, but Kili's plan isn't terrible and was currently the only idea they had other than just storming the trolls camp.
"If you run into trouble, hoot twice like barn owl and once like a brown owl." Fili speaks quietly as he shoves the hobbit towards the light of the mountain trolls fire, Bilbo protesting the whole way.
"Don't worry Bilbo, I will remain in the trees, and will intervene should it be needed." Eyja's words seemed to comfort the hobbit a tiny amount as he nods and starts quietly towards the sound of voices.
Eyja turns to shoot one last unhappy glance at the Durin brothers but the two dwarves had already disappeared. so she walks as close as she can, leaning against a log, watching as the trolls bicker over the food an Bilbo tries to free the horses. As the hobbit tries to grab the blade off the troll who seemed to have some sort of disgusting cold, Eyja hisses out a breath watching as bilbo is hoisted into the air and covered with troll snot.
"Ah, blimey, look what's come out of me hooter!" the trolls high voice shrill in his shock. The skin changer huffs unhappily at the development of the plan, and steps into the light of the fire.
Her sword shining in the light of the fire, she readies it and calls out towards the trio of trolls. "Put him down!" her voice cuts through the creatures bickering and they turn to face her, their faces twisting into scowls. As the largest of the three moves towards her, Kili bursts from the trees, blade spinning as her slices at the legs of the foul beasts. He stops beside the shifter, sword raised.
"She said, drop him." His blade twirls in a circle and he places both hands on the hilt ready to take another swing at the much larger beings. The mountain troll holding the companies hobbit, growls before throwing the poor burglar at Kili, his arms open in an attempt to catch him. Instead they both go tumbling to the ground, Eyja standing over them with her blade at the ready. The quiet of the camp is broken by the shouts of the company as they rush out around her, each of them holding their weapons high. Eyja charges forward with them, swinging her sword into the thigh of the smallest troll, then cutting upwards with her dagger as he bends over in pain, effectively catching him in the mouth with the small blade. Thorin steps beside her also bringing his blade to meet the skin of the monster. Eyja catches sight of Kili fighting the largest of the trolls with his brother and she turns to go help him. But before she can make it three paces, meaty hands encircle her limbs, raising her above the dwarves head, pulling them till they are ready to pop out of her sockets.
As the two trolls lift her even higher, the dwarves freeze. Kili lurching forward at the pained expression on Eyja's face, "Eyja!" Thorin grabs his nephew before he can move farther, knowing that should they move Eyja will lose her limbs.
"Lay down your arms. Or we'll rip hers off." The trolls sneer down at the dwarrow, and Eyja golden eyes meet Kili's earth toned ones. He frowns as his uncle lays down his sword, and Kili throws his at the ground beside his brothers many blades.
Soon, half the company lay tied up in sacs, while the rest lay tied to a spit over the fire. Kili lays beside the skin changer, who scowls deeply at the foul creatures. "I fucking hate trolls." Her harsh words are quiet but Kili's ears catch them and he nods his agreement. "The bloody wizard told me I wouldn't have to deal with any of these nasty things."
Bilbo stands awkwardly in his sac, "Wait, you are making a terrible mistake." the company protests calling their captors all sorts of foul names, but Bilbo ignores them, "I meant with the, uh, with the seasoning. You're going to need something a lot stronger than sage to plate up this lot." Gloin and Kili start yelling at the hobbit but Eyja stays quiet, realizing the burglar is stalling for time.
While Bilbo tries to think of ways to stall the trolls from eating the company, a flash of movement in the trees catches Eyja's yellow gaze. looking up to the sky, she see a faint pinkish tinge to clouds floating past, signifying dawns near approach. As the cross eyed troll picks up Bombur, dangling the poor dwarf over his mouth, Eyja rises to stand beside the hobbit.
"Not that one, he is, he's infected," she pauses as the trolls turn to face her, "Ya he's got worms in his tubes." Bombur is promptly dropped atop the pile of dwarves, and the troll stumbles back a step. Eyja continues, "In fact, they all have them, they're infested with parasites, truly I wouldn't risk it."
Kili turn indignantly to face her, "We don't have parasites!" Eyja rolls her eyes helplessly as all the dwarves yell at her, not understanding that she's is trying to keep them alive. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Thorin pull back his leg and deliver a swift kick to his nephews back. Quickly Kili's complaints are replaced with remarks about how he has parasites the size of his arm. Eyja sends a silent thanks to the gods for blessing Thorin with enough brains to understand her plan.
The troll lumbers towards her and Bilbo, "What would you have us do then? Let them all go?" Bilbo nods and shrugs his shoulder slightly. before any more words can be exchanged a voice rings out over the camp and Eyja lets out a sigh of relief.
"The dawn will take you all!" Gandalf raises his staff, bringing it down swiftly, breaking the stone in two, allowing the trolls to be bathed in sunlight. As they shriek and begin to turn to stone, the dwarves begin to cheer and shout. The wizard quickly cuts down the dwarves suspended over the fire, and frees them from the sacs. As Thorin questions Gandalf of his whereabouts, Kili approaches Eyja as she slips her blades into their proper spots.
"Are you alright, how are your arms and legs feeling, do you need me to get Oin?" Kili's words are spoken quickly with panic lacing every syllable as he looks over her, trying to find any injuries.
"I'm alright Kili, just a tad sore nothing some stretching can't fix." Eyja rests a hand on his shoulder trying to get him to relax. "Relax, everyone is alright, there is no need for worry."
Kili takes a deep breath, gives her a final onceover before deciding that she's right and stepping back. The two share a long look before Fili calls his brother over to help him pick up all his knives. "Make sure to get Oin to help you if you don't feel better please, for the sake of my sanity." Eyja nods with a small smile, and lets her eyes trail after him as he walks away. A familiar warmth is growing in her chest, and she does not wish for things to end as they had the last time she felt this way.
~Arrows and Dragonhide~
Kili Durin x {Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 4/?
A/N- my tummy hurts
Word Count- 3.0k
Summary- Radagast is a bloody menace and Rivendale is like a pretty princess (can you tell idk what to put here?)
Warnings- Cannon typical violence, mentions of scars, torture and death
italics=elvish bold=dwarvish
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The troll cave smelled like a giant pile of shit and dead bodies. Eyja carefully makes her way downwards into the cave until Gandalf stops in front of her, turning and holding an unlit torch out to her. "Eyja, can you light this please?" She sighs and takes the torch from his hand. Bringing the foul smelling thing up to her face, she brings in a deep breath before letting out a mighty puff, flames passing over her lips and catching on the torches material. "Thank you." Gandalf turns back around, the now lit torch illuminating the gold and other treasure lining the walls.
Kili steps up beside Eyja, watching as she sifts through the weapons tossed haphazardly about. "How were you able to light that torch?"
She continues running her hands over blades and bows as she answers, "I am a skin changer, while the outside is me shifts from one form to another, the inside, remains the same, though it does shrink and grow to match my body." Kili hums a sound of acknowledgment and points to a long wooden bow she hadn't gotten to yet,
"This is a great bow if you're looking for such a weapon, the curve is strong, and the string appears to be taught." The shifter turns to the weapon, lifting it from the ground, dusting it off with the corner of her cloak, revealing a dark wood and leather grip.
Eyja nods, "You are right, this is a fine bow, do you see a quiver anywhere?" Kili's smile widens at her praise, the matching quiver of arrows already in his outstretched hand. "Thank you Kili, are you in need of any weapons?"
he thinks to himself for a moment, "No I think I have all that I need." Eyja nods and starts off back towards the entrance of the cave, passing Gandalf handing Bilbo a small sword. As they reach the top, and Eyja begins reorganizing her small stash of blades and new bow the rest of the company begins to file out, many of them inhaling deep breaths of the fresh air. Eyja turns her back to the dwarven prince and looks back over her shoulder at him.
"Could you undo the sheath on my back, I can't seem to reach it?"
"Ya I can do that." Kili's hands brush lightly over her hair on the way to the strap holding her sheath to her body, and Eyja stills at the contact. As his hands fiddle with the clasp, she reaches back and pulls her hair to the side so to get it out of the way. As the clasp finally lets go and Kili lifts her sword from her back.
Eyja turns smile wide on her face ready to thank him when through the trees barrels huge rabbits towing a sled holding a small man cloaked in brown, lopsided hat pulled low over his ears. the dwarves quickly pull tightly into a group blades at the ready, but Gandalf steps forward laughter in his voice.
"Radagast the brown, what on earth are you doing here?" Kili shoots a questioning look to Eyja as if to confirm this is the wizard she had spoken of the day prior. The shifter meets his gaze for a fleeting moment, nodding, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had never seen the wizard in such a state of panic as he explained to the grey wizard how the greenwood is sick. As they wander away from the group Eyja turns back to the dwarf at her side.
"So that's Radagast," Kili's tone is light as he watches Eyja secure her sword to her waist.
"Yes, though I've never seen him look quite so worried before, normally he is quite calm, something must be terribly wrong to have him so upset." As she slings her new quiver over her shoulder and across her body, a menacing howl pierces the air, chilling the blood in her veins.
"Was that a wolf?" Bilbo's question is spoken swiftly his voice laden with fear, for the hobbit had never heard such a noise before.
Bofur's response is shaky and uncertain, "That is no wolf."
Movement behind the two catches Eyja's gaze, "Wargs!" her shout rings through the air and every dwarf turn weapons out as the beast hurtles down the hill towards them, it tackles Dwalin to the ground, only for Thorin to bring his new elvish blade down with bone crushing force. As another warg comes barreling at them, Kili readies an arrow and lets it fly, the arrow sinking deep in the creatures leg, causing it to tumble the rest of the way down the mossy hill, Eyja brings her blade across its throat with a quick twirl, the dark blood splattering across her cloak and face. She bares her teeth at the foul animal as it let out one last whining howl.
Thorin wrenches his blade from the neck of the first warg, "Warg scouts, which means an orc pack is not far behind."
"we have to get out of here." Dwalin's voice is tense and he looks to Thorin.
Ori rushes to the group, "We can't, the ponies have run off."
Radagast volunteers to draw them off and Gandalf turns to face his companion, "These are gundabarg wargs, they will outrun you."
A wild glint enters the brown wizards eyes, "These are ruskavelle rabbits, I would like to see them try." He climbs back onto his sled, commanding the rabbits forward, and he takes off like an arrow shot from a bow, here one moment, gone the next.
The howls and wails of the warg pack draw closer only for them to be drowned out for a moment by the sound of Radagast yelling obscenities at the orcs as he rushes past. As the orc pack take off after the wizard, Gandalf ushers the company to move, he runs in front of them leading them into the open fields. Eyja brings up the back of group, making sure that none of the dwarves get left behind, ushering them forward when they start to slow.
The group runs down the hill and moves to pass a large boulder when Radagast flies past, manic giggles escaping him, and the large pack of orcs soon follows. Many times in their mad dash across the plains are they cut off by the parade of orcs chasing the gleeful wizard. The group slams their backs against the boulder as Radagast darts in front of them once again and one of the orcs moves his steed atop the rock which they try to hide under. Thorin turns to meet his nephews eyes and nods at him. slowly Kili draws an arrow, and knocks it on his bow, taking a breath, he steps away from the rock revealing himself to the orc atop it. Letting the arrow loose, it flies into the chest of the warg, and as the orc brings his horn to his mouth intending to call for the others, Kili looses another arrow into the chest of the orc. The wail of the dying orc and warg ricochet off the rocks echoing at deafening volumes. Eyja sinks her blade into the orc's skull silencing it as Dwalin dispatches the warg, but not before it lets out another agonizing howl.
"Move, run!" Gandalf's yell is heavy with panic, "This way quickly!" he leads the company towards a rock surrounding by a small stand of trees, Thorin's shouts for Kili to shoot the beasts has Eyja readying her own bow, letting arrows fly in every direction, as more and more wargs pour over the hills.
Dwalin yells that Gandalf had abandoned them, but as Eyja turns quickly to seek out the wizard, her mind connects the dots as to where they are. She resumes shooting at the orcs as they advance, Kili by her side mirroring each other.
"This way you fools!" Gandalf's cry from the rocks reaches Eyja's ears at about the same time as an unseen warg pushes her to the ground, teeth bared and saliva dripping. She wrenches her dagger from its place on her thigh, driving it home in the underside of the beasts jaw and dragging it downwards, towards its neck. Kili turns to find Eyja covered in blood, pushing the now deceased warg off her.
Thorin's shouts for Kili and the shifter to run, has them turn from the orcs, they begin to sprint, Eyja dragging Kili along by the wrist as she out paces him. As she dives into the crevice, pulling the brunette dwarrow with her, Thorin jumps down sliding after them. As her feet hit the bottom of the hole she steadies herself on the cool rock wall. Kili stands beside her, out of breath, and unsteady himself. A horn sounds from outside the cave and the sound of hooves pounding the earth sounds in the air. As the sounds of orcs yelling and wargs dying grows louder Eyja and Thorin begin pushing the company away from the entrance, trying to remain concealed from the newcomers. An orc comes rolling down into the cave, arrow protruding from it head,
"Elves." Thorin's voice holds distaste as he tosses the retrieved arrow aside. Bofur calls that they should follow the path and starts walking, the group filing down the twisting hall. Kili and Eyja fall to the back of the group, and she rests a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright Kili?" Her eyes dart over his face, "Do you need to rest?" His breaths are still coming in momentous heaves, but he shakes his head, face turning red at her show of concern.
"Ya," his eyes meet hers and he pauses for a moment at the concern swimming in them, "I'm alright, what about you?"
"I'm perfectly fine." Her voice is soft, and her eyes dance over Kili's face, and they catch on the leaf stuck in his bangs, "Hold still." She reaches out gently pulling the debris from his hair, the strands are soft against her fingers and she drops the leaf on the ground between them. "There was a leaf in your hair."
Kili's face is now a bright red, and he avoids her gaze, "Thank you." The sounds of the company are getting farther away and Kili turns to face the hall, "We should probably catch up to the rest of the group." Eyja nods, and they walk down the path, side by side hands occasionally brushing.
As the pair round the last corner, they come across the company, standing in awe as they lay their eyes on Rivendale, home of the elves. Kili jaw drops open at the waterfalls and architecture. the company makes their way down the hills, and across the bridge approaching the elf standing at the base of the steps. Eyja, bounds forward, bringing the dark haired elf into a hug, which is quickly returned by the ellon. "Lindir, it's lovely to see you, it has been far to long old friend." While Eyja releases the elf from her grasp, Gandalf approaches, and begins speaking with the tall man over the whereabouts of Lord Elrond. Kili stands beside his brother brows furrowed at the elf Gandalf and Eyja are conversing with.
"Brother if you continue to glare at him, he might spontaneously combust." Fili's teasing only serves to make his brothers scowl deepen.
"It's nothing." Kili walks away from his brother, stopping only when he's standing at Eyja's side chin held high as he watches the exchange between the three taller beings. A horn sounding across the valley turns the heads of all those present to the incoming procession of horses. The dwarves quickly bunch up, Kili pushing Eyja to the center of their circle alongside bilbo who had been put there by Thorin. The shifter just laughed and waved at the elven lord as he stepped off his horse.
"Eyja, what a wonderful surprise, it is lovely to see you again," Elrond steps forward and Eyja steps out of the circle of defensive dwarrow, "What brings you here this time dear shifter?"
She bows slightly before responding, "I'm afraid you're going to have to ask Gandalf for the details, for he is leading us." She smiles at the elf before rejoining her dwarven companions, standing next to the very prickly looking Kili. "Are you alright Kili, you look ready to remove somebodies head?" The brunette prince looks to her, the yellow of her eyes reflecting the sun in such a way they appeared to glow.
He nods curtly, "Yes I'm quite alright, how do you know the elves?"
Eyja smiles gently as she looks up to see Elrond and Thorin discussing something, "I met Lord Elrond many years ago, I was passing nearby and was attacked by a band of goblins, Lindir and Lord Elrond were a part of the hunting party that helped me that day." Her smile widens remembering the day, and how she had thrown Lindir to the ground at first mistaking him for an enemy. Kili nods, and tenses once more as Elrond begins to speak in the elven tongue to his uncle.
Gloin brandishes his weapon, "Does he offer us insult?" Eyja laughs quietly.
"No Master Gloin, he offers you food." Her lilting voice is joyous as she explains Elrond's words to the company, causing them to go quiet before Gloin says to lead the way.
The group is led to an open area, where they are told to leave their bags and supplies. Eyja shrugs off her cloak folding it carefully before placing it on the floor, laying her weapons down beside it. Kili watches the skin changer closely, and mimics her actions. Eyja walks over to kneel beside the prince, who is placing his things on the ground in a not so neat pile, "I am going to go and wash all this blood off, follow Lindir, he will show you to a table and provide you with food, I will join you all in a moment." The dwarrow turns his head, pleading silently for her not to leave him alone in the unfamiliar place, but the shifter nods once, before rising and walking swiftly and surely down the hall. Kili moves to stand by his brother, whispering quietly to him the same thing Eyja told him.
Once the rest of the company has finished organizing their bags, Lindir turns to face the group, "Follow me," His voice is smooth and he spares no eye contact for any of them, instead turning on his heel and starting down a new hall. The thirteen dwarves and singular hobbit are quick to follow, not wanting to get lost in the unknown city. The raven haired ellon leads them down the white hallway, before opening a large wooden door to a ginormous room. the room is lit by the setting sun, and filled with a long table with many dwarf sized seats and one regular sized chair. on a raised platform at the end of the room, sectioned off by towering floor to ceiling pillars is a separate table, where the elf lord already sits with the grey wizard.
"Ah welcome, Master Thorin, please join me at my table and do bring your Hobbit, the rest of you my take a seat, the food will be out shortly." Everyone moves at once, the promise of food has them scrambling to find a seat. Kili seats himself beside the larger chair, hoping that when you return, you will sit with them instead of the other table.
As promised, elves are soon bustling around them bringing platters and bowls of food to the long table. But as the dwarves sift through the many dishes, they find no meat. As the company grumbles and complains over the lack of protein, the doors open once more. Eyja steps into the room, skin no longer covered in blood, and dressed in a pair of loose brown pants, that are sinched at the waist and tucked into her boots, her shirt is flowing and white, cuffed at the wrists and tucked in at the waist.
She rounds the long table heading to the empty chair next to the raven haired dwarven prince, but pauses as Lindir grabs her arm. Kili doesn't hear what the elf says to her but at the way her fists clench and her brow furrows, he suspects it can't be anything good. Eyja nods grimly at her friend before stepping past him to rejoin her dwarf companions.
As she pulls the chair out and sits down Kili turns his head, watching her through the curtain of his hair. She quickly dishes some of the leafy meal onto her plate, eyes unfocused. He lifts his head and turns to face the skin changer fully, "Are you alright?" His question seems to shock her out of her trance like state.
"Yes, I'm quite alright, there's just some new information that's been brought to my attention," Eyja shakes her head, "but no matter, it is of little consequence now." Kili raises a brow, but leaves the subject alone for the moment.
"If you say so, hey me and Fili have been thinking-"
"That's never a good thing." Eyja tone is teasing and she smiles at the dwarf.
"Choosing to ignore that, but anyways, we were wondering why Bilbo is called a burglar and not just a robbit." The timing of his words couldn't have been worse, as the shifter had just taken a large drink of water. Eyja bursts out laughing, spewing water over the unfortunate Dwalin seated across from her. As her laughter dies down to giggles and coughing she chokes out an apology as the burly tattooed dwarf scowls. Kili and Fili howl with laughter as they watch the shifter try and mop up the mess with the napkin on the table.
It was then that Bofur leapt onto the table, declaring the music to be unfit for the company and bursting out into song and dance, stomping over the food. The commotion draws the attention of those at the other table and Lord Elrond grumbles as the company sings along, Eyja smiling joyfully.