Ori looked around the mess that Kili had caused. The dark-haired prince had come to his room, asking to see the sketches that he had made of their quest. Sketches of the Company, of the eagles, of Beorn the skin changer, and the dragon. The youngest of the Ri brothers, pointing him to a pile of parchments on the top of a table. Now, most of said parchments were scattered across the room. Kili leaving the chaos with a hearty thank you and a number of drawings, muttering something along the lines of 'this will keep her busy', before he closed the door to the room. Ori just shaking his head as he leant down to collect the papers.

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Kili made his way back to his rooms, with a pile of Ori's drawings. He had taken enough for at least ten bows to be carved, and if commissioning ten bows was what it took to get to know the beautiful girl better, he would happily do it. The thought of her smile, making one come to his own lips, as he continued down the corridor, thumbing through the sketches, looking for the ones that he would really like for the first design; for drawings of each of the Company, of the Mountain, and a certain dragon.

Suddenly he hit something.......well, someone. The breath leaving his lungs, and the papers going flying, as he fell to the floor. Kili's brows furrowing in annoyance, as he heard a familiar laugh.

"Kee, what are you up to?" Fili chuckled, as he offered his younger brother his hand; pulling him from the floor, before Kili went about picking up the scattered sketches.

"Up to.........? Why would you think I was up to something? I'm not up to anything. And why aren't you still with uncle? I thought you would be there all day............"

"Thorin was called away by Dwalin, so I think that my royal training for the day is over. You know, now that we are settled, I think that we should find uncle a wife, then they could have an heir of their own, and I can forget about having to learn about diplomacy and continuing good relations between kingdoms........." Fili replied, shaking his head at his brother's response. The older dwarf knowing his sibling well enough to know that he was most definitely up to something, as he leant over and picked up one of the papers from the floor.

"This is one of Ori's drawings; what are you doing with it.........?"

"I am..........I am just looking at them." Kili retorted, quickly taking the parchment from his brother's hand.

"Since when were you interested in Ori's work............?"

"Since now. I just need them for something. Its nothing important. I do, do other things while you are off learning how to become the next king. Now if you will excuse me........" The younger son of Dis continued, before quickly making his way past Fili and back to his room. Fili deciding to keep a much closer eye on his brother, aching to know what this something that was nothing important, was.

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Kili pushed his way in through the wooden ingress, dropping the drawings on the bed, before going back to lock the door. It wasn't that Kili didn't want to tell his brother all about his morning in Dale; about the shop and the beauty within it. The younger prince not believing for one minute that Fili would disapprove of his liking for the young woman, like his uncle probably would. No, it was more that he knew that if he said anything, Fee would want to join him on his next trip to Dale; he would want to meet the bowmaker's daughter, and then the teasing would start. Or worse, the pretty maid would see Fili and completely forget about him, and he could not have that. Kili though promising that when he had got to know her better, himself, he would tell Fili all about her. But for now......he had to find the best pictures, so that tomorrow morning, he could go back to the bowmakers, and this time properly introduce himself, and learn the name of the most beautiful girl in the whole of Middle- Earth.

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(Y/n) took a seat on a rock that overlooked the city of Dale and gave the best view of the dwarven mountain. She had come here many times, since she and her father had moved back to Dale. Her family had left the city of men, before the dragon had been called by the hoard of gold that King Thrór had accumulated; her father telling her, it was because the old king had not agreed with her great grandfather's decision to marry as he had. That Thrór had banished Brifan from the Mountain, and so, he had taken his new wife away. Yet she still knew of the desolation that Smaug had brought with him to those lands. She still knew of the battle that had occurred on the vast plain, far below her. The tales of the men that had been with Master Bard on that fateful day, told time and time again, as they sank jugs of ale in the local inns; tales of when men, elves and dwarves had faced armies of orcs. A part of her wishing that she could have been there, that just like many other members of her family, she could have proved that she was a true descendant of the famed Brifan the bowman. That she could have taken Arrowless into battle, and stood with not only Master Bard, but also the dwarven king; (Y/n) sure that her great grandfather would have approved. That no matter what had happened between Brifan and the old king, he would still have been proud to know that she had defended his old home. That that could have been the way that she might have had her name written alongside his, in the great books of dwarven history, as he had predicted when she was a babe. Yet it was not to be, (Y/n) slowly standing and picking up the two hares and the pair of rather plump birds that she had been able to find. Her thoughts going to the dwarf that she had met that morning, as she gave one last look to the front of the Lonely Mountain, again hoping that he would return; and if he did, that she would learn what his name was.