Kizár Elená Durin · @SilmarilNaro
16th Jun 2014 from TwitLonger
In Rivendell
Quest-verse. After http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1s22j0s
In Rivendell, Kíli and Kizár need some time away from the others.
@SonofDari @SilmarilNaro
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Kíli
Kíli slipped away from the others when the formal meal began to deteriorate. The moment Thorin had left, there was no obligation for him to stay any longer either. Not that the meal had been a good idea in the first place. Kíli felt more than a bit bad about the situation and was half-tempted to go back and reign in his companions. But that would give away most likely that he knew this place... and at the very least it would lead to questions. He sighed. The entire situation was a mess.
He tried to ease off on his left leg as he walked, he still felt the bruises from the troll's ladle, and the kick Bert had given him. Trolls and Orcs... their journey had started on a nasty note. "Should I go back and tell them to behave?" he asked silently, reaching out for his sister, as they were alone in the long-winded hall-way.
Kizár
"I strongly doubt some of them will listen." Kizár replies. While Bofur's impromptu performance of Bilbo's song, which the two of them had discussed on the road, had been amusing, she also felt a bit annoyed at how little some of the others were able to behave. In principal she liked Imladris and it's people, even she kept herself hidden from them. "I feel they simply want any excuse to snub the Elves, though I feel the Elves deserve it, a little. It almost seems like they're more interested in impressing Gandalf than caring about dwarven preferences. Someone failed to talk to Elladan and Elrohir about that." For all that she generally liked Elves, Kizár had grown out of the stage in life where she thought them perfect.
Kíli
"Where Elladan and Elrohir here, nothing of this would have happened. They'd never have thought of addressing Thorin in Elven. They didn't even do that with me, though they knew I do speak elven." Kíli replied. Kizár had taught him, and he had come to love the melodious tongue, though he never achieved a pronunciation fully like the elves, because his voice was simply too deep for that. "And the others... they *want* to misbehave... they behave like we are a bunch of mercenaries, or street-rats..." Kíli cut off on the words, as the sudden realization that this was exactly what they were, hit him.
Kizár
Kizár immediately saw the direction Kíli's thought went, and immediately hugged him. "Shhh... No matter how we may fit such a role, our group should know we are on show for anyone and everyone we encounter." She sigh in soft annoyance. "It does not help that Thorin acted so blatantly distrustful right from the start either, but I expected more of Elrond, a supposedly wise Elf with a lot of power within him." She could see the power in the Lord of Rivendell, an Elf who had seen the end of the First Age, and if tale were true, had known her own brothers as well.
Kíli
Kíli embraced his sister, holding her tight. Inside their linked minds there was a comfort that he could not imagine to miss... with her things were better, easier. "Lord Elrond... maybe he simply thought that Thorin would speak elven, maybe he believed that Thorin having been Prince of Erebor and all that, would have been taught elven as a matter of course..." Kíli does not really want to think ill of Rivendell. Not after having come here several times, not after recovering here from that belly-wound. It is nothing he can share with the others, let alone Thorin, but he likes Rivendell and the elves here.
Careful to not listen back to the ruckus his friends are making, he slips down a long winding stair and towards the beautiful gardens with the fountains. He knows his sister loves the tranquil gardens at night.
Kizár
The gardens here seem to Kizár like a shadow of her childhood, with influences in the style of their layout and decoration that she can see go right back to Tirion. Whoever designed this place was a Ñoldor, maybe a child of Turukáno's city, if not of Valinor. "I could imagine at some time the family would have learned Sindarin, with Greenwood so close by, but from all the hints in the family stories I doubt Thrór would have allowed such lessons." A lot of tales of Thrór had never openly admitted to the extent of how he had turned as the gold-sickness crept up on him, but a word here, a quip there, and the over-all picture was grimmer than most wanted to admit.
"I am glad you at least understand why I love it here. It reminds me a little of my first home."
Kíli
"It *is* beautiful here," Kíli replies, sitting down on the side of one of the fountains, just letting the calm of this place echo into their minds. "you know... Aelin, that elven smith, once offered me to work for him. They don't have that many smiths left and there's a lot of work with the Orcs so close by..." His hands closed around the black polished obsidian orb in his hands, fingers tracing the smooth surface. "Fíli was absolutely against it though."
Kizár
"Aelin..." Kizár murmurs the name. "Aralaimé... He would be a good one to learn from, he was a good smith, even when he was young, and could only have learned more since then." She cannot help the sound of fondness in her voice. Maybe she is letting her memories of how Ravenér protected her and her sisters influence how she reacts his son, but the simple truth is that knowing he still lives makes her happy, no matter that she has also kept herself hidden the few times they have been in his presence in previous visits. "Fíli is simply protective of you, but in this case I would have to stand against him... though right now we do not have the time to stay so you could start to learn."
Kíli
"You know him? Aelin that is?" Kíli asks surprised. "And... he had not offered an apprenticeship in the arcane... just working for him on all that the elven troops need." It had been a good offer and Kíli had been very tempted to take it. "You knew him when you lived with the Elves?" he asks, wondering why Kizár never asked him to bring her closer to someone who might be a friend of old.
Kizár
"He was a friend of my eldest brother, when they were young." Kizár started, a little haltingly. "Him, my brother, our cousin, they were something of trio, off adventuring in the hills and corners of Valinor together. They learned together as well, he and Rú, learning smithcraft, from Father, from Grandfather." She pauses for a moment before going on. "The one I call 'Toronatar' was his father - at least he was before Toronatar turned to the Dark. Toronatar said Aralaimé denied their relation the first time they faced each other on the battlefield, and though Toronatar helped us in the Darkness... I do not blame Aralaimé one bit for denying him either."
Kíli
"He stood by his friend... even against his father." Kíli could sit here and listen to Kizár tell of the past all night. He loves her stories, though there are deliberate gaps in them. He respects that. She has seen so much, and he still is fascinated with it all. He'd love to just sit here and listen, but steps further in the gardens draw his attention, and voices that follow.
"Do you? That dragon has slept for 60 years. What will happen if your plan should fail? If you wake that beast." It is the voice of Lord Elrond, who talks to Gandalf.
"But if we succeed. If the Dwarves take back the mountain, our defenses in the East will be strengthened." The wizard's reply is as clearly audible.
"Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind, his father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall? Gandalf, these decisions do not rest with us alone. It is not up to you or me to redraw the map of Middle-earth."
Kíli has to press his hand over his mouth to stifle any noise, while he swiftly ducks behind a few bushes to not be seen. Their words... they confirm things he thought, or that were dawning to him. And they sting, for neither, neither the elf nor the wizard, have care what will happen to them in this venture.
Kizár
A small part of Kizár's mind murmurs that Elrond has a point about the madness, but having lived with Thorin Oakenshield for over sixty years, her greatest reaction to those words is resentment. Sixty years in her lifespan - as immortal as any Elf and even less likely to die - may be small in the long run, but it has been a time that has changed her just as much, if not more than her time in Angband, and the Deep Fires. She cannot help be angry, these are her dwarves and they deserve a good home again, not be left as beggars in ruined city.
Her immediate reaction is to wrap Kíli in a tight hug.
Kíli
Kíli can feel how upset Kizár is and hugs her tightly, holding her. "Shh... no anger... in anger he might sense you." He whispers to her. He knows that her anger is bright and fierce, like a flame searing down from the skies.
Kizár
"He talks as though he, an Elf who sits back and does nothing about the dragon, has the right to say what *we* can do!" Kizár snarls, though she does take Kíli's word to heart and pushes the worst of her anger deep under her shields. "He talks as though we would obey his commands if he were to give them. We already know how much Thorin distrusts Elves, it's not likely he would take kindly to Elrond trying to stop us." She lets Kíli's hold around her soothe her.
Kíli
Kíli reaches out and draws some of her anger towards himself, so it does not show for others. He is unafraid of fire and he loves Kizár's fire, even when it is so angry that it could sear a dragon or two. "One wants us to kill the dragon, to bolster "their" defenses, the other does believe us unworthy because a strain of madness runs in the line..." Kíli wonders if his dreams, the flashes he keeps getting are a sign of the same madness Thrór suffered from. He hugs Kizár closer, gently running his fingers over her ghostly hair. "In the end... all that will count is what we do."
Kizár
"I want what we do to be at our own control." Kizár murmurs. "Take the mountain back, fight off the madness they suspect, and if we stand as guardians, then stand on our own terms, not theirs." She falls silent, relaxing in Kíli's hold. "No matter what, I will fight to keep you alive and well. You worry about those dreams, I can feel it, but what I have seen in them so far... they aren't madness, you are *not* going mad." She gives him a poke of emphasis. "I do not know why you are having them, but they are something not unlike my own dreams. Other lives you somehow see piece of."
Kíli
Gently holding her, Kíli leans his head against her shoulder, silently relieved that she does not believe he is going crazy. "We'll try on our own, and whatever comes of it... it will be ours to deal with." He agrees with her. "Maybe... maybe it was good we heard what we heard, so at least we know where we stand." He thinks of Elrohir and Elladan, both elves whom he counts as friends. He cannot make himself judge them for their father's words, but at least he knows now where they stand, will have to stand, in this matter.
Kizár
"They would be on our side, if they could." She murmurs in response to those unspoken thoughts. "Maybe we can see if the library here has anything about dragons before we have to leave. I doubt Thorin will be willing to stay long after the matter of the map is dealt with."
Kíli
"Great-Grandfather Thrór could have been less cryptic in his legacy," Kíli agrees. "though I am not sure if I trust anything Thorin will learn about the map here." He gets up and for now lets go of their very close mind-hug, as he begins to walk towards the library. "But you are right - they might have something on dragons here."
Kizár
Kizár laugh a little at that. "Yes, and later we can hope we get a little more idea of what those dreams are about." She settles back in the back of his mind, where her presence will keep him warm.