Kili was to fight; he was. He was going to, as well. It was expected of him.
But before this war his uncle spoke of came, he needed to do something. It was selfish, perhaps, foolhardy, but he had to. He didn't even tell Kili that he was leaving, either, waiting until it was dark to gather his things and go. Back toward Laketown, back toward Tauriel.
Things were tense in the camp of the Lakemen and her kin, and Tauriel had gone in search of a moment's peace and solace in the face of the coming storm.
Still, even though she was searching for peace, she knew it was wise to be armed and cautious, and so when she heard someone approaching she immediately turned, drew her bow, and aimed in one smooth, practiced motion.
When she saw who it was she could not help but smile a little. Kili. She wondered whether he was on an errand or here on his own accord. Either way, it warmed her heart to see him.
"Indeed you are." She looked him over, noting the high quality of the armor while lowering her bow.
"Though coming alone was quite the risk." Her tone was slightly scolding. She cared for him, and would hate to see him hurt. Of course, should the impending battle indeed come to pass, they would be on opposite sides. It troubled her greatly, which was one of the reasons why she had wandered off alone herself.
She was touched by his devotion to his promise. She had to admit she had thought it had been a mere whim, a passing fancy of youth. This young dwarf was full of surprises.
"I did not believe I would see you again. Things have gone so... ill."
That might be the understatement of the century. Hostilities between their people were worse than ever, it seemed.
They were. And Kili knew his uncle was part of that problem. He knew it. But Thorin was becoming less likely to listen to anyone, even Dwalin and Balin.
"Well," he said, stepping closer still. "I'm here. Have you been all right?"
"Well enough." She sat and invited him to join her. "There is much to be done. Homes to rebuild, wounds to tend, and it seems all this is forgotten for want of great treasure."
She raised an eyebrow, surprised. He had spoken so determinedly of their right to the Mountain before. Of course, she had imagined much of that had been his Uncle speaking, but still... he seemed to be having a change of heart.
She had been on his mind for a while now. And he was very glad to see her. "I don't know," he finally said. "I will fight with Thorin." But beyond that? He didn't know.
"Your Uncle and my King are at odds." When he reached for her she took his hand in turn. It was odd how comfortable that was starting to feel. There was a warmth there that she found comforting. "And we are both loyal soldiers. What else can we be?"
"Are you sure of that? The heat of battle can be great. Many do things they later regret."
It had been a long time since the elves went to war beyond their borders, yet she knew that in the thick of things, it was impossible to tell who exactly you were fighting at times. Chaos ruled on the field of battle.
"You have so many questions I don't have answers to," he said, laughing and sighing all at once. "Can we just have a moment for ourselves. Are you even glad to see me?"
She smiled a little and dropped her eyes to their joined hands. "I am." She admitted. "More glad than I perhaps ought to be. I am pleased to see you, even if it was a risk."
"Just like that? Pretend all is well?" She frowned a little, knowing there was much on her mind. Perhaps too much. "I am afraid that is a talent I do not possess..."
Still, Tauriel met his eyes and tried to give him a reassuring smile. "But I shall try, for the moment."
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