Kizár Elená Durin · @SilmarilNaro
29th Dec 2014 from TwitLonger
Quest-verse: After the Battle of Five Armies
Set after http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1sjcp03
Kíli and Kizár make plans of what to do, now the mountain is secured and the orcs defeated.
@SonofDari @SilmarilNaro
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Kíli
The chill in the air had deepened to a fierce cold and snow was falling on the desolation... Kíli could not find another name for the land before the mountain in his mind. Standing on Erebor's high battlements he could see the trampled fields below. With the fall of the dragon other troubles had raised their ugly heads, the worst of them being a threat to his sister and her sister in the form of a Sindar King.
On top of all that the Orcs had come, Azog had taken to the field with his armies, and the battle had been fierce, even with Dáin coming to their aid and enjoying himself immensely bashing in Orc skulls. Things were tense still - on many levels and Kíli knew that this would not easily change. While they had fought side by side in battle, there was an invisible tension between himself and Fíli and between him and Thorin. While Thorin had told him that he appreciated Kíli trying and oppose the curse of gold, and that he did not hold the challenge in the hall against him, it was becoming painfully clear that he would never again see Kíli quite like he had before, knowing what slumbered inside Kíli's soul.
Fíli was much more evasive on the matter, but Kíli knew that Fíli could not forgive his disloyalty to Thorin. After a longer debate in the afternoon - talking about bringing their people home, calling all dwarrow from Eriador back to the Mountain home, which had been preceded by Thorin being more than happy to discover Dari's nephew Fíon among the survivors of the Reach, Kíli had come up here to think, to clear his own mind, to think of a future beyond securing the Mountain home for their people.
More than ever he was glad for Kizár's presence, his little sister was the one person he still felt at ease with, who knew him - knew him in ways that the others could not any more.
Kizár
Kizár walks along the battlements towards Kíli, still maintaining a solid form, the one of her Thedosian self. She felt safer in it for the moment, as even while not in full armour, there was a subtle show of strength that some could not see in her dwarven form. All the others, the Company, Dáin's dwarves, the Laketown Men, Mirkwood Elves... They had seen this short, strange Elf in the battle, swords in hand, and knew she was dangerous. Her dwarf form? Cute, sweet, a pretty thing for boisterous warriors from the Iron Hills to try and flirt with but not take seriously.
She had made a mistake being in her dwarf form when they first faced Thranduil. He had dismissed her, sneered at her when she tried to intervene when he started throwing around demands over Lossanárë. Kizár had not wanted to show her hand straight away but her mistake had forced it, making her change form right in the middle of the meeting, holding a sword between the Elfking and Kíli, the one who had been keeping Lossanárë's stoneform tucked in the same pouch as her own.
That sword had been her second badly thought-out move, since both her swords were manifestations of her flame, given shapes from memories. While it had not been her "Maker's Fire", with it's glowing runes along the blade, the second sword, shaped after the blade of her fallen commander, had still had White Fire dancing around it.
As it was, the argument over "ownership" of two Silmarils had come down to Lossanárë outright threatening to burn down Mirkwood herself to make Thranduil start to back down. His people still looked at both of them as if they had somehow betrayed them, despite Lossanárë claiming the real betrayer was Elu Thingol, for making his own daughter an oathbreaker with his selfish refusal to accept her promise to get Lossanárë back to her family.
It was ironic that the arrival of the orcs had been a relief to Kizár. She could sink herself into a battle mindset and fight. Orcs could be cut down with as little concern as eradicating darkspawn. It was a pity family relations were not so easy to deal with, Kizár easily picking up her fair share of distrustful looks thrown her way by Fíli.
"Kíli?" She calls as she approaches. "How are you doing now? "
Kíli
The soft steps he knows, not just because they echo inside his mind, but more because he knew them, back in that other life. The familiar echo of steps, armor and leather rustling with the cloak falling over her shoulders... it was a deep familiarity that he would not want to let go, no matter what path the are following now.
Turning around, he extends one hand, to wrap and arm around Elenaria to draw her closer. Even in her small elf form she is taller than him - something too that feels familiar. "With you here?" he asks with a small smile. "I am alright. Are they -" the gesture down there includes the dwarrow as well as the elves. "still giving you trouble?"
Kizár
"I get dirty looks from both sides but I can cope with those. Dáin's people won't flirt with a Elf, the Mirkwood folk are still paying heed to warnings of being burnt if they try anything." Kizár gives a shrug at that. "Everyone is a bit more afraid of Lossanárë than me, she and Maferath stayed on the main battlefield while we went off chasing Azog. They keep lurking around, wondering if I am just as dangerous, since not all of them saw me out there." She lets the strong warm arm sooth her, leaning to rest her cheek on his dark hair in a move as old as their bond as Wardens.
"With Dáin here to help hold things, someone will have to go back to Ered Luin and mobilize everyone there. I thought maybe we would be part of doing so. It might give the problems with Thorin and Fíli time to calm a bit, plus your mother will likely give Thorin a good thwapping for it."
Kíli
"There is wisdom in your suggestion, though Thorin would prefer Dwalin and Bofur on that - people who have closer ties to the venture to oversee the move back here." Kíli replies, slightly leaning into their hug. "I spoke to Thorin a while ago, and... with him knowing my legacy it will be easier for all sides, if I am not here, or at least not here very often. If word got out, it would undermine his rule - undermine Fíli as his heir." He shifts a little, so he can wrap both arms around his sister. "And I seem to remember promising you we would go and find your family again. We got one of your brethren, but there is more..."
Kizár
"We could go back to Ered Luin with Dwalin and Bofur, then once everyone is on the move, head off our way, or do so once we're sure they're safely on this side of the Misty Mountains..." Kizár muses, absently carding fingers through Kíli's hair, noting that now she recalls it, Kélan's had been a bit courser in texture. "I did tell Lossanárë that I had thought Little Star might be somewhere we can find her, and she is all too glad to head off with us as well." She smiles at a thought. "This reminds me of all those long journeys we went off on across Thedas while I was trying to find that elusive cure."
Kíli
Kíli gently threads his hand through her hair, a gesture of closeness they have shared here... there he held back just a bit more. "I think I once told you, that the Calling was not a curse... but a price we had to pay for challenging fate." He still supported her on that search, because of his own need to fully understand what the Joining truly was. "I like the thought of us going back to Cardemir and seeing our people off to Erebor." he replies. "before we venture out to look for your little sister, the other brother who might yet be alive... I should hope Maitimo will come with us." He likes the thought of finding her family, now all the more. "As far as dwarves go, Thorin will have it whispered that he allowed me to leave, to pursue my path as an arcane smith."
Such rumour will be easily believed and easily increase the standing of the royal house, especially if it is rumoured that Kíli went to find the last of Fëanor's sons to learn from them. "He might add a rumour that I consider going to the veiled city, like Narvi did..."
Kizár
Kizár gives a shrug about the Calling. It was an old debate, and for the most part she had agreed with Kélan, but had still pursued a cure not for their sake but for others who might be more needed to stay around longer than the taint allowed.
"I had expected Maitimo would come with us. Going to find Elenlossë and see if those folk tales about Macalaurë have any truth?" She gives another shrug. "And the veiled city..." Kizár had heard just as many of those tales as Kíli and did not want to think the smith was anyone she truly knew. Kíli's returning memories however have made her accept that they need to go. "I don't want to leave him there for any longer than we have to." she says, her voice softer, filled with sadness for what her nephew has had to go through.
Kíli
"i have no wish for him to suffer there any longer either," Kíli replies, his resurfacing memories have made it clear that he failed to rescue him once before. "thought meeting him again... might prove complicated." He smiles and takes Kizár's hand. "And we will find Macalaurë too - there are too many tales about him, to not have any foundation."
He suddenly feels excited at the idea, and the same adventurous spirit that guided them to Thedas is back there, much like she said before. "And once we have found them all, we'll find a new home for your family."
Kizár
Kizár smiles at his eagerness. "Do you think it would be a place you could call a home as well? Maybe not your only one, if it's other than here, but one of a few." Her free hand comes up to join the one Kíli holds, curling around his and holding onto him in return. "They may be my first family, but like I said in the past, I won't give you up while I have you here, in this life. I like the idea of having family across all the goodly races."
Kíli
"Then it will be my home as well," Kíli replies, taking her hand between his, an age old gesture of belonging among his kind. "because I do not want to give you up either. I... I do not know if our souls will be permitted to journey together again, after this life. But I will not give you up as long as I have you." He knows vaguely that there is a task waiting for him, somewhere in the years stretching forth. When the time comes, he will find it, until then he will take care of his family.
Kizár
"Of that I don't know. If Aulë and Ilúvatar will it..." Kizár shrugs. "But here and now, we organise to head out west. I know Bilbo will be leaving soon as well, to head back to the Shire, though if Gandalf insists on coming..." She frowns, not happy at Gandalf since he spoke not a word against Thranduil's demands, even if he did not say a word against Lossanárë's stance either, except to say her threat of burning Mirkwood was a bit excessive. "If we stop in at Rivendell we may be able to find out if there is more known there than just rumours about Cáno. I find it hard to believe that Elrond, who grew up in Rú and Cáno's care, would not at least keep track of such rumours."
Kíli
"I am sure if we offered to accompany Bilbo back, he'd take us up on it." Kíli replies, he can see her frown and he too was disappointed that the Grey Wizard did not try to reign in Thanduil. It confirmed the things they talked about during their journey and did not gain him any more trust from Kíli.
"You are right, Kizár, Lord Elrond might know about your brother. So we go to Rivendell, find out what he knows and bring Bilbo home. Maybe... maybe back in the broken forge I have the time to see what I can do for you and your sister, in terms of form." Before his inner eye he can see the mountains of Eriador, the forge hidden deeply under the broken mountain, close to the water's edge where the sea once flooded the city. A bright smile rises in Kíli's eyes and he hugs his sister anew. The thought of going home, of returning to Eriador is a happy one. "Let's find Bilbo."