Mirkwood




Quest-verse. After http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1s26iid

In a dungeon.

@SonofDari @SilmarilNaro
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Kíli

The dungeons are a dark and dank place, Kíli sits on the floor in his cell, legs drawn in, exhausted. His cell was far away from the others, but he hoped, prayed they'd be alright. He had tried to rile up the guard, sometimes that was a good prelude to escaping, but it had not helped and he had learned what the guard's ire meant too. Right now, he is alone in the cell, with guards gone away, and he is glad for being alone for a while. Leaning back against the stone wall his eyes try to find the light coming from somewhere above. "Who'd have thought an elf King would have such extensive dungeons?" he says softly.


Kizár

Though her wish to lash out and burn the Elves wildly had been riled, especially after they had taken the Company right after their encounter with the spiders, Kizár had managed to hold back her temper through the whole mess. She was simply glad that the redheaded Elf Captain had really thought Kíli in lack of any extra weapons (innuendo or not). If any of them had searched him and tried to remove her...

"You would think he did not want anyone making it through the forest, no matter how innocent of the darkness that has infected it." She replies, slipping ghostly arms around Kíli. Her ability to sense anyone is wide open and she is wary of letting any of the Elves see even the faintest image of her, lest they start asking question of who she is and how and why she is with the dwarves.


Kíli

Kíli let himself sink deeper into his mind to converse with his sister in the safety of their mind-space. "When Thorin spoke of how the Elves let them down when the dragon came... I had my doubts, because I knew Elladan and Elrohir... but now, I know what he said was true. Though I wonder what the King fears... or wants. If we knew what he really wants, maybe we could work something out." Kíli dislikes the haughty elf, but being a traveler for all his life has taught him to deal with those high and mighty and when to keep his head down.


Kizár

"I am unsure how we would go about doing that. Most of these Elves seem to be the native folk of these woods, though that blond that took Orcrist from Thorin... He was command of the others... and that hair colour... It is hardly Calaquendi inheritance, but it does come from a lot further west than here, one of the lighter-haired breeds of Sindar I would think." Kizár's tone is thoughtful as she debates what she has observed in their captors.


Kíli

"He's an elf Prince... at least if I got what Dwalin was growling right. Some son of Thranduil... no idea how many he has." Kíli grumbles a little. He hates how the elf treated Thorin, the implication that they were thieves. But he also has learned that anger will get him nowhere. "You are right... I have no idea what we could do. Except look if the guards get lazy in a few days, and see if we can take them by surprise." Killing them with bare hands will be a challenge, but that chasm might help, if he does it rightly. "I think Bilbo got away, though." he adds in their thoughts.


Kizár

"Yes..." Something about Bilbo makes Kizár shudder, and growing disquiet she cannot quite get a hold of. "I would not like to think what these Elves might have done to him if they caught him. On the other hand, you have to admit he has quick wits and talks fast when he needs to, he might have at least talked himself out of too much harsh treatment." She has come to respect Bilbo's down-to-earth attitude about things. He had a way of putting things they encountered along the way into perspective.


Kíli

"He'd have talked them into a meal or two." Kíli says with a smile. "and he made his way out of Goblin town alright, he'll be fine." He is confident that Bilbo can look after himself, getting them out of here, is an entirely different matter, though.


Kizár

"Well until we can persuade some guard into talking, we seem to have some time..." Kizár turns so she is looking at Kíli more closely. "How have your dreams been? I know the forest was terrible to try and sleep in, but I also know you did dream." She had not entered those dreams while they were traveling through Mirkwood because she had been keeping watch, wanting to hold back the shadowy pall that hung over the woods so that Kíli, and by extension the rest of the Company could at least sleep a little.


Kíli

"They keep getting stronger," Kíli replies. "in the forest they became intense.... a strange city... beautiful, elven, but somehow I knew my people had helped build it, me arguing with an elf over something... or someone." Kíli shivers, he had some bad dreams in that forest too. "And... death." He only says that, the dream about it was the one he had, somewhere between waking and sleep when they came into the dream-ladden mists while walking.


Kizár

"Can you recall the appearance of the city? And the Elf? I don't know why, but I have a feeling it's important..." Kizár's own dreams were less since her vision of another life while they were at Beorn's house, but in exchange, she has had strange intuition about things, as if hints of her other self's memories had crossed over, but nothing fully formed. "I wish she had been awake... I suspect she knew about this..." She mutters, mostly to herself.


Kíli

"The city... it lay in the shadow of the Mountains, and the land around it was wide, open foot hills with pale trees. The walls of the city were strong, stone walls, and inside... the city was built like..." Kili shakes his head. "Stone houses, elegant arches, beautiful stonework everywhere. Unlike any place I have ever seen." He looks at Kizár, inside their mind and focuses. "The elf, he was... tall, gorgeous and... fiery..." he feels a blush creep into his cheeks. "I called him by a nickname, Tel, which annoyed him and which he liked as well, because he was disappointed when I stopped doing it." Inside their mind he tries to conjure up the image from his dream.


Kizár

Kizár can see the image that Kíli calls up. The surroundings are not totally clear but she can see the outlines of buildings that remind her quite a bit of her childhood. As the memory of the argument starts to grow clearer, a flicker of one of her own memories imposes itself, a Elven Man and his wife, both of whom the elf in Kíli's memory resembles.

"Telperinquar..." Kizár murmurs softly. "You grew up the best of Atarinkë and Almárë, didn't you...?"


Kíli

"Telperinquar...yes, that was his name." Kíli replies, amazed when he sees pictures flicker up, of two elves looking quite similar to Tel. "He was your family, was he not?" Again he feels the heat rise in his cheeks, because some of those dreams were... vivid.


Kizár

"By the Sindarin translations more well-known now, Celebrimbor, the smith of Eregion, son of Curufin, son of Fëanor. My nephew." Kizár says softly. "I first met him before he was even a day old, and even then he was reaching out to touch the brightness before him. I think that is why Atarinkë gave him the name he did, 'Silver-fist', for reaching out for the silvery light."


Kíli

Had Kíli not already know of her family, he'd have fallen over in shock now. "By the stones..." he whispers. "Celebrimbor... Tel... yes, now that you say it, a part of me knows." He hugs her tight, holding her. "I... my other life, I knew him there."


Kizár

Kizár pulls Kíli into a hug. "It is almost like you have another reason to be called family then..." A grin sneaks onto her lips. "Especially if that blush before is an indication of how well you knew him."


Kíli

Even inside their dream world Kíli feels his cheeks burn, when Kizár says that. "Yes... we were close... very, very close." He whispers. "That's why I went back... even after all that happened, I cared. I was sure what they said about what happened to him was wrong... but I did not make it beyond the fallen wall of the city." He remembers dying there, trying, trying to reach Tel, knowing and realizing his was failing his elf.


Kizár

sighing softly, Kizár starts to idly toy with a lock of Kíli's hair. "I wonder if after this quest is done and w have the mountain, we could go to Eregion and see what became of the city? At the least, I would wish to see where he fell." Thinking of her nephew as dead saddens her, though in the back of her mind she wonder that if he had fallen, he might have been released from Mandos by now and living again, in Valinor.


Kíli

There is a sadness in Kizár that rips Kíli from his dark memories. "Kizár," he takes his hands between his. "I... I went back because I was sure he was not dead, because for some reason, my other self was utterly convinced that the message of his death was untrue, faked, the result of some magic he understood better than I do. That Annatar *wanted* him to think Tel dead." He takes a deep breath. "I failed... I died before I could reach him. But that won't hinder me to try again".


Kizár

"Then maybe after the mountain, we can go see if he can be found." A look of determination starts to appear on Kizár's face. "Maybe Maitimo would be willing to join us, though we will have to wait and see once I've had a chance to talk to him."


Kíli

"We'll talk him around." Kíli says and a smile comes up at his face. "It's his nephew too, after all." The thought of meeting Maitimo has Kíli a bit giddy with excitement. Like all crafters he was taught their legends... meeting them, maybe meeting both of them, that is something he can't help but be excited about. Even if the memories of Tel are complex and complicated at times.


Kizár

As she senses Kíli's giddiness, Kizár cannot help but hug him again. While he might have a chance to meet the legends of arcane crafting, she herself has her own share of giddiness at the prospect of finding family history has presumed dead. In truth she had also presumed Maitimo dead after they separated, suffering doubts as to how long her protection would last once she was out of contact.

"Though that all has to wait until the mountain, and after, which means after we get out of here..." She quips. "I know it is a silly thought but I do wonder if that Elvenking would release us if I decided to threaten to burn his kingdom down."


Kíli

"I very much doubt that." Kíli replies, still ruffling her hair. "No, if we want to get out of here, we need to do it smartly." Deep down he wonders if any of his former lives had anything helpful for this situation. Until they have a chance, all they can do is wait.


Kizár

"I know, it was only a silly thought after all." Kizár settles herself more firmly around Kíli. "Well until a guard comes around willing to chat, maybe we can go hunt down more of our dreams."



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