The dwarves had been caught completely off guard by the attack of the dragon. They had been safe and secure in their stronghold in Erebor for so many years, they had almost become disillusioned with the rest of the world, thinking they were almost untouchable. But even with all their warriors and weapons, they could not stand against the might of a Firedrake of the North. Smaug decimated any attack they tried to put forth to protect their homeland, and the King's treasure horde.

Seeing that it was hopeless to keep fighting, and only lose more lives, Thorin, the young dwarf prince, pulled his grandfather Thror to safety before he could dive into the swirling mass of treasure after the Arkenstone which he had lost grip on, and called the retreat. As all of the Dwarven people of the Lonely Mountain were driven from the homeland by the deadly Firedrake, a winged feminine figure was elegantly crouched atop the mountain, watching the disaster before her.

The ember of the fire reflected from her luminous yellow-green eyes, giving off a reflective, glowing effect on them, while her sharp, metal finger-cuffs dug into the rock below her. The Raven-black catsuit she wore, with a few feathers being embedded into the material, matched with the horned headdress, made her represent pure evil. She wasn't phased when she watched the destruction before her with a cold-eyed gaze.

Robbed of their homeland, the dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness; a once mighty people brought low.

Spreading her huge feathered wings, the feminine being took flight, away from the mountain.

The young dwarf prince took work where he could find it, laboring in the villages of men. But always, he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright, where he had seen dragon fire in the sky, and a city turn to ash. And he never forgave, and he never forgot.

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Many years later, during the Third Age, with the Shire...

A Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins, was at peace, living comfortably within the spring-like realm of his surroundings. No threats. No restrictions. Just...living freely. What he didn't expect was an adventure that was, what you could say, unexpected.

My Dear Frodo,
You asked me once, if I had told you everything there was to know about my Adventures. And whilst, I can honestly say. I have told you the truth...I may not have told you, all of it. I am old now Frodo. I am not the same Hobbit, I once was. I think, it is time for you know...what really happened.
It began long ago. In a land, far away to the East. In like, you will not find in the world today....

As the elderly Hobbit, sat. He began to reminisce about his adventure back in his youth. Writing everything down, into a leather bound book. So that one day, his dear nephew Frodo. Would know his tales and achievements.

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60 Years earlier....

It was a bright, sunny day in the Shire. Bilbo Baggins, was outside of his comfortably, cozy home. Sitting on a bench, as he enjoyed the fresh air. Puffing on his Pipe, as he basked in the sunlight. Feeling free, with no worries and no things to disturb him. But that day...it began with the awkward visit from Gandalf. The Grey Wizard. His eyes had been closed, not seeing whom had walked in front of him that very moment.
He chocked on the smoke...as it re-entered his mouth and nose. "Good Morning." The Hobbit, greeted the stranger with a slight awkwardness.
"What do you mean?" The tall, cloaked man asked. "Do you mean to wish me good morning, or do you mean it is a good morning, Wether I want it or not? Or Perhaps you mean to say, you feel good on this Particular Morning? Or are you simply stating, that this is a morning to be Good On?"

Bilbo had stopped puffing on his pipe. Watching the Wizard with a slight awkward, maybe a little bit confused expression. "All of them, at once I suppose." he muttered after a while. After taking a puff, he asked. "May I help you?"
"That remains to be seen.." The Wizard Spoke "I am looking for someone to share, in an Adventure."
"An Adventure? I Don't imagine, anyone west of Bree would be interested in one of those." Bilbo rose an eyebrow, standing up. He walked over to his post box, pulling out a few letters. "Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. You'd be late for dinner..." he scoffed, before he began to look through his mail, puffing, grunting and nodding at the envelopes, as he looked them over.

"I think it would be very good for you." Gandalf argued as he looked at Bilbo critically. He was determined to make Bilbo come along on this endeavor whether the hobbit himself cared to or not. "And the most amusing for me", he concluded with a light chuckle to himself as he thought of how the rest of the company might react to the Hobbit.
"We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not…", Bilbo paused. "I suggest you try over the hill or…across the water", he recommends just before he walks into his little Hobbit home and locks the door. Right after he does so, he hears a noise at his door. Looking out the window, the wizard was still standing there.

Very well. Gandalf thought to himself. If Bilbo was going to be that way inclined, he would have to make him meet the rest of the group, perhaps that would persuade him. Lifting up his staff, the wizard walked across to the newly-painted green door of the hobbit's home, and carved a strange rune there. This would make sure the company who were coming to the meeting would find the right house. After peering once more through the window at the hobbit, which made him jump something quite frightful, the wizard simply vanished from view. He would be back later that night when the others arrived.

After Gandalf left; Biblo kept glancing out of the window every once in a while...sometimes out the door to make sure the Wizard was really gone. Once he was satisfied, he was alone. He went about his business as usual.

That evening, Bilbo was almost done preparing his dinner. His tea was in a pot, brewed and ready for drinking. As he was squeezing the lemon over the juicy chicken. The doorbell rung. Bilbo frowned to himself, looking confused. He wasn't expecting company. He sighed and walked through his Hobbit home, until he reached the front door. There he was met by the Dwarf named Dwalin. Confused, Bilbo blinked as the dwarf entered his home, asking about supper. As the dwarf ate his meal, Bilbo closed his eyes at the sound of the crunching. He only managed to save one bread roll for himself, before he handed the plate to the Dwarf whom had asked for more.

Another doorbell. Making his way to the door again. Bilbo saw a white haired Dwarf standing there. "Balin, at your service." he greeted with a small bow, and smile.

"Good evening." Bilbo looked a little stunned, to see another Dwarf at his doorstep.

"Yes, it is a good evening." Balin smiled "Although, I think it might rain bit later." he said pointing at the sky. He then walked inside "Am I late?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Late...for what?" Bilbo asked, his brow furrowed. Hearing a clanking from another room, Balin looked around and smiled when he saw his brother. "Evening Brother." he said walking towards the other Dwarf.

As Bilbo opened the door, and finding a dwarf standing there, "Dwalin", he bowed. "At your service". He seemed to tower over the Hobbit, rendering the latter to become very nervous. Flustered, he readjusted his robe and did his best to stand tall (not an easy feat) while keeping eye contact. Bilbo wasn't expecting company nor did he know who this was. The clothing was not of Hobbit descent, it was of the dwarven brethren. "Uh…Bilbo…Baggins…at yours", the Hobbit awkwardly introduced himself back to him, just before Dwalin stepped inside.

"Do we know each other?", he asked the tall dwarf. "No. Which way, laddie? Is it down here?", Dwalin asked all of a sudden. "Is…Is what down where?" "Supper. He said there’d be food, and lots of it" "He…he said? Who said?" Dwalin was entering the kitchen now. This was not expected for the Hobbit.

Having Balin to enter into the fray, the two dwarves continue to ignore Bilbo by raiding the pantry. The doorbell rings once again, and this time, there were two dwarves. Possibly younger than the previous two. "Fili", one of them says. He was blond, braided in some places of his hair, along with matching facial hair: beard and mustache.

As Balin and Dwalin began to rummage in the pantry for more food. Bilbo sighed he glanced out of the door...making sure no one else was coming. No one seemed to be around, so he closed the door. He walked over towards the two Dwarfs. "I...excuse me. I hate to Interrupt...But...the thing is...I am not entirely sure, you're in the right house."

"It's not that, I don't like visitors. I like visitors, as much as the next Hobbit. But I do like to know them, before they come...visiting." The pair of Dwarfs seemed to ignore him, chatting among themselves about cheese, or whatever it is they found. "The thing is....the thing is...I don't know, either of you. Not in the slightest. I don't mean to be blunt, But I am just speaking my mind...I am sorry." Biblo spoke, his hands raised in the air slightly.

Balin turned around, suddenly. "Apology accepted." he told the Hobbit. That was when the younger Hobbits Arrived.

As Bilbo had more visitors, he looked at the two young Dwarfs. The younger of the two brothers, had dark long hair. "And Kili...at your service." The pair bowed before Bilbo. "You must be Mr Boggins." Kili said with a smile.

"No...you can't come in! You come to the wrong house." Biblo said, trying to shut the door in their faces.
"What?!" Kili gasped, stopping Bilbo from closing the door. "Has it been cancelled?"

Biblo once again, looked confused. What the heck was going on? He had no idea. "Cancelled...what...no...nothing's been cancelled."

"That's a relief." Kili grinned,he pushed past the Hobbit walking inside of the Hobbit's home. Leaving Bilbo staring after him, at his slightly rude manner for barging in like that.

"It's nice, this place." Kili said, after he took a brief look around. "Did you do it yourself?"

"No...No..it's been in the family for years." Bilbo said, as he glanced over his shoulder. He saw Kili was cleaning the bottom of his shoes, on a piece of family heritage. "No...no don't do that! That's my mother's treasure chest."

Comparing the two of their physicality, Fili appeared to be the older one. "At your service", he said with the other, having to keep himself reserved and composed in his posture, right after bowing in unison with his younger sibling. He kept himself tall and quiet, while his brother (excitedly) did the talking.

"It seems we're not late, little brother", the blonde recalled as he observed Dwalin and Balin in the distance, behind the Hobbit before them. And, just like that, they brushed themselves passed Bilbo, as if they owned the place. "Careful with these, I just had them sharpened", he told the Hobbit before placing their weapons in his hands, including the blades he kept hidden in his person. As the first-born, and an idol, Fili always had a reputation to be weapon-ready, even if it means to protect his little brother at all costs.

Had his hands been free, and had he been a few inches taller, Bilbo may have liked to strangle Kili for his carelessness. "Fili, Ki­li, come on, give us a hand", Dwalin called from the kitchen. "Let’s shove this in the hole, or otherwise we’ll never get everyone in". "Ev…everyone?! How many more are there?", and once again, the doorbell rings. Bilbo was just at the end of his rope. With an irritable huff, he set Fili's blades to the nearest chair, then stormed towards the door. "Oh, no! No, no. There’s nobody home! Go away, and bother somebody else! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If…if this is some blockhead’s idea of a joke, I can only say, it is in very poor taste!", right as Bilbo opens the door, a bunch of dwarves fall through onto the floor.

Behind them, Gandalf poked his head through the door, along with a feminine face. Looking at Gandalf, the Hobbit was exasperated, just knowing that he was involved with this strange intrusion. "I told you this was a bad idea", the female told the wizard next to her with a narrow of her yellow-green eyes. She had straight, back-lengthed ashy-brown hair trailing down her back, along with a black cloak draped around her figure, trailing down to her feet. Gandalf shook his head and chuckled in amusement as he smiled at Bilbo as if this had been planned all along between them. "Nonsense", he spoke to the woman standing next to him. "You'll find he's more than capable. Come, let's get out of the wind", the wizard added as he stepped over the dwarves on the threshold, who were grumbling and cursing amongst themselves. Groaning, the strange woman followed by walking over the crumpled group of dwarves on the ground with her elegant legs that appeared to be covered with a black bodysuit underneath her cloak. Keeping her head down, she followed the wizard inside the small home with her horned head down to get through the door, though she didn't get too far inside, just moving herself towards the fireplace.

The she-elf was sure that Gandalf would become concerned for her, ever since he tried to help her with her past. She heard laughter and singing coming from the dining room and the hallway, where the potential inhabitants she has to help take to the mountain. At that moment, she had to keep herself refrained if she ever wanted to redeem herself, and repay for her mistake. It was the only advice that was received.

Bilbo sighed, as he looked down at the group of Dwarfs on his floor. Before he looked up at the Wizard and the Strange woman, with a black cloak and yellow colored eyes. "This had better be good." Bilbo grumbled, he didn't like intrusions like this. He wondered, what was the reason behind all of this. Gandalf seemed amused, by his annoyance. That seemed to set his teeth on edge a little bit more.

It wasn't long before the new arrivals started to look around. Some began to join their friends for a feast...whilst Bilbo had to keep a few from touching everything, they saw in sigh. "No don't touch that..." "That's old..." "That belonged to my grand-mother." Bilbo was getting exasperated of repeating the same words over and over again.

Soon enough, the food was gone from the Pantry. The only thing left, was an old piece of cheese and hard piece of bread. Bilbo stared at the empty pantry, with a clenched jaw. Kili noticed a woman, among the arrivals of his other Dwarf family and friends. She looked rather intimidating, for a she-elf. Maybe it was the color of her eyes, or that cloak. He wasn't sure what it was. But it seemed, she was a force not to be reckoned with. Despite, that he felt somewhat curious about her. Who was she? Was she supposed to help too?

"Excuse me, what should I do with my plate?" One of the Dwarfs came, up to Bilbo. Holding an empty plate in his hands. Before Bilbo could say anything, plates began to fly around...as Kili, Fili and another dwarf in the kitchen got down to work.
"Excuse me...that's my mothers, before her christening...it's over a 100 years old!" Bilbo yelled out, in frustration. Gandalf ducked a few times with a grunt, as plates flew over his head and past his sides. Some of the other Dwarfs began to plate with the Knives, Forks and Spoons, creating a tune along to the plate tossing. As Bilbo squeezed into the kitchen, he sighed "And can you not do that? You'll blunt the knives."

"Ooooh...you hear that lads! He says, we'll blunt the knives." One of the Dwarfs said, as they all seemed to Ignore what Bilbo warned them off.
"Blunt the Knives, Bend the forks." Kili began to sing...the others soon joining in. Biblo just sighed with an annoyed look across his face. He really felt like strangling someone with his bare hands.

"Now, now, Bilbo, no need to get so upset!", Gandalf protested with raised eyebrows. "They're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them. All will be explained shortly when the leader of the party arrives."

"Their leader?" Bilbo seemed only capable of asking questions. One of the dwarves happened by with his prized tomatoes, and instinctively he snatched them away. "No, no. Put that back," he scolded a dwarf with hair resembling the coloring of a skunk, and instead of a response, he was given complete gibberish in return. The chair he'd been carrying was not put back, rather he carried it along to put into the dining area.

Too much was happening, too much was being said, and no answers had been given to him. Bilbo's patience was wearing very thin, and he clenched his hands into fists as he prepared himself for a heated rant. "They pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done to the bathroom, they all but destroyed the plumbing." The hobbit made his dissatisfaction known, and in vain he tried to put things away that had been misplaced. "I don't understand; what are they doing in my house?"

Gandalf the Grey couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Hobbit. Although he did promise the dwarves a place where they could dine, and meet up. It just wasn't entirely up to him. He had to at least keep their hopes high. But upon noticing the young dwarf take a glance at Saeril in curiosity, Gandalf knew for a fact that sooner or later, he would introduce him and his brother to their "second mother" soon.

"Kili, why don't you go say hello?", he called to the young dwarf, getting his attention. "Don't worry. I will handle the set-up", the wizard kindly placed a hand to the young dwarf's shoulder before giving a wink, and moving off to help with the rest of his dwarven companions.

Saeril was just staring at the hearth of the fire with a glare of guilt and a hint of sadness. She knew she couldn't get too close to the others; even if she did out of nowhere. Unfortunately, only Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and Balin haven't seen her come in, and would be deep-down terrified of her deformity. But hopefully, Gandalf will get them to understand.

Merry? Merry? Nothing seemed Merry about this lot. But more like hugely irritating. They didn't seem to have much respect for his home, or taken his warnings into account. He hoped, things would soon be explained to him. Or he would really and truly loose his mind.

Kili blinked, as Gandalf seemed to register his curiosity. He smiled at the Wizard. "Thanks Gandalf." he said, with a nod as he promised to handle the lot. He took a slight breath, trying to compose himself, as he walked over to the mysterious she-elf. He cleared his throat a little. "Umm...Hello there...are you alright?" he asked, seeing the intense glare on her face; as she stared into the depths of the fire.

Suddenly, a loud knock could be heard. "Ah, he's here." Gandalf said, the merriment in the kitchen/dining room had stopped, and everyone poked their heads around. Gandalf walked over the small hobbit door, opening it up. There in the darkness of the night, stood Thorin Okeanshield. Leader of the Durin Folk, Uncle of Kili and Fili. "Gandalf." Thorin greeted. "I thought you said, this place was easy to find. I lost my way twice...I wouldn't have found my way here, if it wasn't for that mark."

"Mark? What mark?...there's no mark. That door was freshly painted, a week ago." Bilbo said, as he narrowed his eyes at the new arrival...before glancing at his door. But he saw nothing.

"There is a mark." Gandalf told Bilbo "I put it there myself." he smiled a little. Maybe a little bit nervously. "Bilbo Baggins, allow me to the introduce the leader of our company. Thorin Oakenshield."

Glancing back at the Dwarf, Thorin took a step closer. Glancing down at Bilbo. "So, this is the Hobbit." he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Tell me Mr, Baggins have you done much fighting?" he asked, as he circled him around, taking him in.

"What?" Bilbo looked a little stunned.

"What's your Sword? Your Weapon of Choice?" Thorin questioned, before he took a place near his nephew Fili. Looking down at the Hobbit.

"Well, I have some skill in Conkers, if you must know." Bilbo said, with a slight smile on his face. "But, I fail to see why that's relevant."

"Thought as much." Thorin said as he glanced back towards his family and friends. "He looks more like a Grocer, not a thief." His words earned a few chuckles, especially from his young nephew Kili.

Bilbo blinked, looking offended "T...Thief? I beg your pardon...I never stole anything in my life!" Bilbo was quite offended. This was it...he had enough.

Saeril sat near the fire, and stared at its hearth. The memories were enough to flash back at her; memories of two young dwarves she grew fond of from within the shadows, while covering the disturbance of an appearance that every race grew to despise. It was fear, not anxiety that drove her away. How could anyone love someone that had the appearance of true evil? Not them, she concluded to herself.

No, that couldn't be it, could it? What if they weren't afraid? What if they already accepted her presence? What if...they already knew what she looked like? Have they heard the stories? What if they saw her commit such evil? Were they already despising her? Did they even care? These repeated questions and constant thoughts inside her head haunted her. For days and nights, almost to the point where she can't sleep, it was a parental paranoia within her that truly scared her.

It was a repetitive wheel within the fire before her...and the last thing she didn't expect to hear, was the voice of said-child. Slowly widening her yellow-green eyes, Saeril cautiously turned her head to the source, which almost made her jump out of her Elven skin. Was it true? Did Gandalf stay true to his word? Getting courage, she kept her ground. "Huh? Oh, I'm alright", she answered him, gently, and almost motherly. She didn't look away from the fire, but his words did drag her from her previous staring into the flames.

Gandalf sighed, as he tried to calm Bilbo down. It took some time, to explain why they needed Bilbo. And tried to reassure the Dwarfs, that Bilbo seemed fit for a Bulgar. He was a Hobbit, small..he'd go unnoticed.
"I have to agree with Mr Baggins, he doesn't look like a Burglar material." Balin said, as he looked at the Hobbit.
"See...someone agrees. This is crazy." Bilbo said, as he looked at the Wizard.

The room broke into a slight argument. Then all of a sudden, there was a slight shaking and buzzing sound. "If I say Bilbo is a Burglar, then a Burglar he is." Gandalf spoke loudly, looking at everyone. "The dragon may be accustomed to Dwarf scent, but is unaccustomed to a Hobbit's one. It will give us quite the advantage. Hobbits are small, quite creatures...they can go unseen if they wish. I think, dear Bilbo may surprise everyone...including himself." Gandalf said, clearly in support of the idea. That Bilbo was the best person, for the task to retrieve the Arkenstone from Smaug. "You asked me to pick, the last person for this task...and I did. I believe Bilbo, can do it."

Bilbo rose a slight eyebrow, at Gandalf. The Wizard sure seemed confident in him. "Very well, give him the contract." Thorin said.

"Contract?" Bilbo asked, as he saw Balin pulling out a long parchment piece of paper. "Yes, you know...terms and conditions, money and time requirements funeral arrangements, and so forth." The Dwarf said, as the piece of parchment got handed over to the young Hobbit.

"Funeral Arrangements?" Bilbo blinked, taking the piece of parchment. He then began to read over the parchment, mumbling a little to himself, reading out loud to himself.

As much, as Thorin wanted to trust Gandalf on this. He still had his doubts. He leaned over. "I cannot guarantee his safety...nor will I be responsible for his fate."

"...Lasserations....?" Bilbo blinked before he unfolded a bit of paper. "Insenaration...Insenaration?" Bilbo looked at Gandalf and the Dwarfs, shock written over his face.

"Aye..." One of the Dwarf said nodding. "He'll have the flesh of your bones, in the blink of an eye." Bilbo blinked, as he folded the piece of paper again...trembling a little.

"You alright, Laddie?" Balin asked, looking at the Hobbit.

"I think, I feel bit faint." Bilbo said, as he bent down slightly...his hands on his knees.

"Think Furnace, with Wings....Flash of Light, Searing Pain...then poof...you're nothing but a pile of Ash." The other Dwarf said again, seemingly joking about it. But that didn't seem to help Bilbo. He looked bit more paler...not handling his words so well. Before Gandalf could see if Bilbo was alright..the Hobbit fainted.

Kili watched the strange woman, with curiosity. He felt odd around her. Like he knew her somehow. But how could that be? He never remembered seeing her. He would have recognized her, if he knew her. Her surprise, seemed to surprise Kili. "I said Hello.." he repeated...The way she spoke. It was so motherly, so caring. It was strange...only his mother, was ever so gentle and tender in her voice towards him.

"Did Gandalf, recruit you to help us aswell?" Kili asked curiously. He bit his bottom lip slightly. Gandalf didn't mention, someone extra besides the Hobbit coming with them. Or if he did, Kili probably wasn't paying attention.

He didn't seem to be scared of her. Somehow, he felt at ease around her. Like she wouldn't cause him any harm.

"I did come with Gandalf, yes", she answered back to him, continuing to speak in that gentle, almost motherly tone. "I'm Saeril", the she-elf introduced herself, turning her gaze away from the fire, and back to him, with a gaze not as uptight as before.

It was quiet, and Saeril kept it that way for a hesitating moment when she looked back at the fire before her. She didn't want the tension to turn awkward between them, and she didn't want to frighten him. "Do you remember me, young Kili?", she asked him, almost cautiously. Yes, she knew his name. Why would she not? The answer was 'yes', but she didn't want the young dwarf to become uncomfortable, considering that he's never even seen her in-person before. Truthfully, she wanted to make sure that what she was seeing was real.

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"Oh, very helpful Bofur", Gandalf grumbled over at the dwarf, rising from his seat the wizard used his magic to gently rouse the hobbit, who then proceeded to make himself a mug of tea and settled in his armchair.
"I'll be alright", he assured the wizard. "Just let me sit quietly for a moment."
"You've been sitting quietly for far too long!", Gandalf retorted sharply.

Bilbo sighed, as he heard Gandalf scold him. Holding his cup of tea, he was sipping on it. He glanced out of the circular window, looking into the night. "I can't, just go running off into the Blue. I am a Baggins...of Bagend." he said looking at the Wizard.

Saeril. Saeril? Why was the name supposed to be familiar? Kili asked himself. He blinked; looking a bit taken a back and surprised. "You...you know me?" he asked. What a stupid question. It seemed, like she knew him somehow. But how?
"I....I feel like I know you...but I am not sure how. I don't recall ever seeing you before..until today." Kili said honestly, Nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Saeril kept her gaze at the fire. "You know, young Kili? I have the same feeling with you", she added as a matter-of-fact. With that, she turned her gaze to him, after a moment of looking down. She had to say it; she had to get close to him again, like how the wizard said, if she were to pay for her past unintentional crimes, and it also seems that Gandalf didn't tell them after all.

With a sigh, she elegantly sat herself upon the comfy lounge nearby, although she kept herself near the warmth of the fire. "I remember a long time ago", she pondered in thought. "There was a woman that I met. Her name was...Dis", she guessed, eventually finding the name of the Dwarven woman, after a second of thinking. "I remember...", the she-elf then began to say. "Two young Dwarven boys with her. Infants", she added, looking at him with a bit of fondness in her eyes.

It was all coming back to her now, and Saeril made a quiet chuckle of amusement when she thought of Dis, Thrain's only daughter. She knew Dis as long as she lived; they were close, and the Dwarven woman trusted and respected her, the same way many Dwarves of Erebor saw the Fangorian Elves: regal, proud, and wise (not to mention beautiful). Saeril didn't have many companions during her long years within Fangorn Forest, until Dis became her first.

So long they have been friends, that was when the she-elf realized that Dis trusted her completely, even to the point when the Dwarven woman announced that she was pregnant. Snapping herself back to the present, Saeril's gaze on Kili softened. "I knew her. A long time ago. "I remembered the faces of those said-infants with her. I remember how much they liked to play in the woods", her voice sounded distant as she recalled to those memories.

"She also told me...that you were to be my godson, Kili, and your brother", the she-elf added. "Those letters, and Delva?", she paused for a moment, before carefully sitting herself down on the floor, mainly to try to get down to his level. "That was me", she finally said it.

Watching her with curiosity. Kili began to wonder, if that curiosity would be sated. He wondered, if there was something she knew...something that he didn't. He himself, sat down upon one of the comfy chairs near the fireplace. He did not suspect, what he was about to learn in the next few moments.

He blinked in surprise, as she mentioned his mother. But the fondness in her eyes, made him smile. It felt motherly, and it warmed his heart. It reminded him, of his mother. He always loved,a mother's smile...so warm, full of love and tenderness. He was quite, as he listened to her patiently. The way she spoke about her mother, it sounded like the pair of them very close indeed. Almost like sisters.

Kili smiled to himself. He and his elder brother, Fili did love to play in the woods as young children. Kili still, to this day, loved the woods. Maybe it was just the sense of adventure, that he liked from that young age. As he got a bit too warm, by the fire place. Kili stood once again, pacing a little bit to stretch his legs. Maybe for a few moments, he felt a little unsettled and anxious to hear the end of the story.

His eyes widened, when he heard her words. "You're family?" he blinked, taking it all in. Her words still swimming around in his head. It took him a few moments to try and absorb what she had just told him. Delva...he remembered Delva very well. She had been someone, Important to him and Fili growing up. Someone whom, he'd grown to love, admire and wished to meet.

He smiled down at Saeril. "You have no idea, how much I always wanted to meet you." He blurted out...As honest as it was. It might have came to shock someone else.

"Fili! You have to hear this!" He called out for his elder brother, in excitement.

Saeril couldn't help but give a chuckle of amusement to his childish excitement. The same old Kili she remembered was already expressing himself. It was adorable yet amusing at the same time, and the she-elf just couldn't stop the grateful smile from appearing upon her Elven features.

On the other hand, Saeril's face suddenly turned into shame. "When your mother told me I was to become your godmother", she began to admit. "I ran. I thought I wouldn't be capable enough to actually watch a child", her shame was evident, and she was even afraid to look at her own godson when confirming the truth. "And, my appearance. To other races, I'm different. Everyone began to fear me, and treat me like a being of shadow. Since they mentioned it, I stayed in those shadows ever since, watching you and your brother grow", the she-elf finally let her gaze move back to him. "I was ashamed. That is why I sent you the letters, and the gifts", she gave a sad sigh before allowing her black cloak to miraculous shift into the wings that stayed as a burden. Saeril kept them folded behind her, only for him to see.

Fili was already looking around for Kili, trying to figure out where his little brother might have gone. Where was he? Walking cautiously to the room of the hearth, he could already hear voices half of the way there. The blonde walked around the corner, and caught sight of his brother with what seems to be a very bizarre female elf. "Kili?"

Kili was always very upbeat. At times, very hyper and excitable. Maybe more so than his elder brother. But that's why most, seemed to like and fall under the charm of his. Her laugh, made him smile. Kili liked making people, smile or laugh. It seemed to make his day.

As her face went serious, he looked slightly worried. As he listened to 'Delva', his concern grew in his eyes. He wasn't a father, so he didn't know what it was like to take care of a child. But he knew, it was not easy. Growing up, his mother at times complained...what a handful he and Fili were, for sneaking off into the woods to explore without permission. His eyes were soft, as she seemed to be ashamed of running. But it seemed like she felt, like she had no other choice but to run.

His hand reached down, placing it on her shoulder softly. Giving it a soft squeeze. "Those gifts and letters, meant a lot to me. Maybe people, just don't always understand someone whom is different...that's why fear seems to be easier, than understanding." Kili said, seemingly deep in thought about it. As he saw her black wings, he looked at them with curiosity. She wasn't like most she-elf's. For one, they didn't have wings like that.

Hearing his brother, he grinned "Over here!" he said, glancing over at Fili whom was making his way over here. "Fil, you'll never guess who is here."he said, wiggling on his spot in excitement. "Oh, wipe that look off your face...I am fine." Kili huffed, seeing his concerned expression "And come and meet Delva." he said with a bright grin on his face...he was almost jumping up and down "You remember, how we always wanted to meet her? Well here...she is." he said with a beaming smile, nodding his head towards Searil whom was on the ground.

Fili looked between his brother and the female elf before him, and his facials weren't at all negative. He was instead...grateful? "I know her, Kili", he said his youngest brother, showing no ill will at all in his gaze. "I've seen her many times in the forest, and I didn't want your imagination to fade. So we kept it a secret", the blonde looked at 'Delva' fondly. "I didn't want you to see her yet, until the time was right", he explained before looking back Kili, giving him an approving smile. "She was reserved as a surprise for you".

Saeril watched as her eldest godson explained to the youngest what was going on. She smiled with a slight blush appearing as she looked at the ground, then back to Kili again. The next thing she did was unexpected, she held her arms out towards him, offering the youngest her affection.

"What?" Kili asked, his eyes slightly wide. He felt a bit of annoyance. Why was it, that his elder brother always met someone first? Kili thought, for a few seconds that he was the first to meet Delva. "How come, you always meet everyone first?" Kili whined "It's not fair." he said with a slight pout. "One day...One day, I'll meet someone first, before you..." he huffed at his brother.

His annoyance, was quickly replaced with a smile. As Fili said it was supposed to be a surprise for him. That made him feel a little bit better, about the situation.

Seeing her arms open for him, Kili moved closer to her. His own arms wrapped around her in a tight, warm hug.