Kili smiled at the good news, and how his old guardian was making up her mind to stay with. She sounded slightly uncertain as well as duty-bound, though Kili believed she would be a great addition to the twelve homeless dwarves. Thorin would most likely be reluctant to have yet another non-dwarf aboard his mission, but, in time, he would see what she was worth. 
“I’m very glad to hear that.” Kili would begin, before he would hear an all-too familiar whistle, then a small ‘thok’ sound. An arrow had landed right inside the house, it’s opposite end pointing towards the open window which the stranger had peeked out of moments before. Kili would widen his brow. 
“Fili, quietly wake the others.” Kili would say, as he himself would turn to do so. Then a small grumble could be heard outside—before countless more arrow-sounds against the house could be heard. Only these arrows were fire-tipped. 
“Wake them now!” 

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Tajjus lowered his bow. He’d just forced the hand of the orcs. He had sent an arrow of his own directly into the window, close to the two individuals; the elf and the dwarf. His warning shot was something to get them alert. Now the Orcs were beginning to set fire to the house, but soon, the others would be awake. Tajjus was providing them all a small chance, though he counted it as almost null void anyways. The sheer number of the Orcs was going to be these dwarves downfall. 

He still had his target…and his life depended on it. If Tajjus didn’t turn the elf in the orcs would hunt him ruthlessly to the end of his days. Tajjus knew they were strong, and though he was no coward, he was in little mood to have his days numbered. So he loaded a poison arrow that was capable of drugging the victim into a temporary daze, which would evolve into a sleep within the span of ten seconds. He would keep his sights on the elf~