Kili’s eyes would snap open upon the shake his brother gave him, his body already becoming fully aware of its surroundings. He too would soon hear the voices. Kili would give Fili a glance, before reaching for his bow, his other hand readied to grab an arrow at a moments notice. Throughout their quest for getting to their mountain full of gold, they had encountered many things, all of which only solidified an uneasiness when hearing unrecognizable voices. He would look to his brother before slowly making his way to the door, so he might get a better view of the hallways from which the voices ever so quietly emitted. None of the two figures seemed to register as recognizable. Another glance at Fili. He gestured to the other dozing dwarves. Would it be best to wake them? 
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‘I could hear you.’ 

“I know.” Tajjus answered, without much difference in his voice. He looked with slightly amused eyes behind his mask at her blade. She was no doubt some sort of elf, though Tajjus hadn’t ever laid his eyes on a variation that had horns and some sort of flight capability.
“Never seen something like you before,” Tajjus remarked, without drawing his own blade. Perhaps she would say the same. “To business. I was sent here looking for someone. ‘A winged one who was cursed by the one who is concealed inside, given crown and cloak to distance her past pride.’ Person who told me this wasn’t one for clarity. I was wondering if you could verify my already formed theory of who I seek.” Tajjus said a verse of his riddle. Yes, he suspected her to be this ‘winged one’. The ‘crown’ in the riddle could have very well meant the horns, since they were not just any ordinary horns. Rather, they had their own slight majesty. 

Like a crown. Where these 'wings' in the riddle may have gone added to variables, but, he knew she flew. This land was full of strange arts, and on the chance she perhaps knew some herself being an elf, he would keep his guard up to see any sort of signs for these wings. Perhaps a glance at the back would do---He knew nothing of this elf’s past, but be some of the description, he could take a wild guess. He’d never seen a winged king before. It would also be how she reacted. And if she didn’t react how Tajjus might predict should she be his target, he would still remain, and question her further regardless.