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 said. “there should be plenty of room in here for you to bunk down for the night. We’re moving on through the Mirkwood forest tomorrow, maybe you know of that place a bit better than we do and could help us navigate?” 

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Tajjus lowered his bow. He still had his target, but tonight, much like the orcs, he would recline. He was not yet about to attack, for the creature who’d growled behind him may be of some threat. He would nonetheless have appreciated to see this creature, to see what he would be up against. He would thus quietly start to identify the trees of the area, and gradually, he would slit into each one’s bark, identifying what tree smelled like what, and which was more distinguished, as well as testing what other kinds of tree sap mixed with others, testing the pungency. His task was a tedious one, but Tajjus was making the most of his time without being seen. As far as others were concerned, he was but a shadow, moving through the trees as a fish swims through water.