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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"Your glow; I've noticed it", he responded to her question. "Back at the gate, I saw a light, radiating from you. Apart from someone I once knew, it was bright; like a star", he recalled to the moment they had first laid eyes upon each other, when she saved his life. "At the moment where you...saved my life", he was hesitant to say that last part, but he had to admit that she did.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"I..quite assumed that was you", he said with a small, almost fond smile, just as he saw her smile when she confirmed that the name was part of her title. Her voice was soft yet warm, and it actually suited her, as a princess. "I remember that my father would speak highly of you", he recalled, as he thought back to the time when he observed her father communicating with her and the other she-elf.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Legolas was just as surprised when he found himself in the presence of the girl who had managed to attract him in only just a day. Having to hear her question, he chuckled for only a second, probably for the first time, especially since it's the first time he had managed to smile, probably ever since his mother left him and his father. It wasn't forced, but the small smile was there for a second until it faded. However, it didn't fade down to his usual utter coldness, but he seemed more softened after seeing her a second time back at the house.

"That could be it", he looked back at Tauriel, until looking back at Yavanna, who was slightly shorter than his almost-towering form; having to be above his shoulder. "You go by 'Yavanna'? Lady Yavanna...of Rivendell?", he asked.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Legolas looked at Tauriel as soon as she mentioned to him that he should approach her. His reaction was appeared to be almost unsure, but looking back at the girl, he strided over, internally hoping that his comrade would follow. In truth, he has never interacted with a she-elf in such an affectionate/fond way, with the exception of Tauriel. But, somehow, Yavanna showed something that he had never gotten to see in such a long time.

She held traits that he could relate to his once-alive mother; that glow that she had, and that kindness, it was an instant reflection. In other words, the young she-elf had enchanted him, overtime, both with her physical and emotional beauty. His thoughts may have distracted him too much, since he found himself standing in front of the girl, when he came back to reality.

"I'd say we've stumbled upon a love story, brother", Fili noted to Kili, as he watched the scene. Ignoring them, Saeril watched the girl and the Elven Prince.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Saeril heard Yavanna, and glanced towards the princess who held a few children in her possession. She looked at them, and back to the younger elf. Sighing, she closed her eyes, and looked to the side. "I don't know. But if there's a chance for me to reason with him, I would know that there is", she admitted to her, before looking around, until her eyes landed on a familiar sight: Legolas, along with Tauriel in the distance. "There might be hope for you, though", she gestured to the blonde elf looking around with Tauriel.

Not too far away, the said-elf happened to lay his blue eyes on the group in the distance; the girl, in particular. He didn't move from his spot, but kept eyes on her.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

The men were all bark and no bite. Cowardly as they were, they backed off. "You'll be sorry for this!" A woman shouted, and others were quick to agree with her. "Should we see the likes of you again, you'll regret it." A young man no older than Fili was the one to make this threat. They didn't even acknowledge Yavanna when she had asked about the missing children.

Now released, Fili helped his brother to his feet, and was quick to regroup with the group, shaken by what had almost come to pass. "Come. We must go", the winged she-elf said. Fili immediately followed. Somehow, Erebor didn't seem quite so important anymore.

"Thank you, Delva. We couldn't thank you enough for you to watch over us", the blonde said. The eldest she-elf smiled, though sadly. "We're almost there", it was to help cheer him up again to pursue his dream. "They're right, aren't they? They lost their homes because of us..." The idea saddened him; both brothers have grown up hearing stories of losing Erebor, and now the people of Laketown were in the very same predicament. "Isn't there anything we can do?", he was desperate of what they can do to help, but Saeril looked around sadly. "I don't know, son of Durin. All we can do is get to the mountain. I'll reason with Thorin. I promise", and she did. They were in confusion, and she needed to clear it up with their uncle; the patient zero of the firestorm.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Fili knelt on the opposite side of an injured boy, his face and clothing covered with soot from the fires they'd escaped from. He began to wrap up a scrape on the boy's arm, before going to successfully stop the bleeding on his knee. "There you go. That's not so bad," he tried to be optimistic for the sake of the wounded, but inwardly, he felt sick. Was this much destruction and pain worth retrieving their homeland for? It felt wrong. These people were paying for their mistakes. How could they ever hope to make up for this?

"That's them! Right there!" A middle aged man pointed towards both Fili and his brother, and before Fili could register that they were the ones being referred to, he and Kili were forced to their feet, each by burly, heavyset men. One of them shoved Kili, and when the eldest moved to defend his brother, he was restrained.
"It was your kin that did this!" This earned shouts of agreement from the rowdier of the group. "We've lost our kin...now that king of yours will have to lose some of his."

Having to notice upon the incoming chaos, Saeril had her teeth, along with her molars, gritting. How dare they? Putting up her hood, she approached the scene with graceful maneuvers. With immense strength, the winged she-elf had a pale hand on the back of the man that shoved Kili, turned him around, and held him by his cloak, and got him close to her face. "Cross them again, your fate will end swiftly", she warned, making her luminous eyes give a second's glow, before releasing him.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Saeril's back was still turned towards the group, and still gazing at the town, despite the fact of the sound of the dragon falling. Her focus was towards Thorin. "I may pose no ill-will, but...", she began. "It's just...heartbreaking. In all of Middle Earth, nobody would never do such a thing, the way Oakenshield did", she said aloud to herself; her back still to them, and her voice turned soft albeit filled with disbelief, and almost sadness. The winged she-elf admitted her concern willingly, and she was bold enough to share it.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Fili stayed by Kili, the children, and Yavanna, while Saeril guided them at the front. He could only stare in shock as Laketown started to go up in flames. Hearing the cries and seeing the people flee their homes was difficult to witness. Were they responsible for this? Smaug had remained inside of Erebor for so many years, and now he'd left to seek destruction on the nearest town. The thought was an unsettling one; deep down, the blonde worried that coming here had been wrong. Perhaps their homeland should have been left behind.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help?" Fili couldn't take it anymore. Leaving felt wrong, even if they'd managed to bring Bard's children to safety. Bofur shook his head, motioning for him to quiet down. "No, lad. We've got to get to Thorin." Though Bofur felt the same way, he knew there was little to nothing that they could do now. They needed to regroup with the others and plan from there.

It was another few hours before the survivors of Laketown reached the shore once more. Many of them were badly wounded or dying, and others still had already been lost to their wounds or shock. With the shore in a yard's distance, Saeril jumped out of the boat, into the water, and used the strength she had to pull the boat to the upcoming shoreline. Looking around at the number of casualties surrounding them, the she-elf felt that she had to immediately talk to Thorin once they get to the mountain, if they still intended to. He would absolutely not be that careless to put his own nephews in harm's way, especially in the event of a Firedrake.

Bard's three children immediately left the little boat they had travelled in with the two she-elves and the dwarves, weaving through the crowd searching for their father. Saeril, who could see a little better over the other people's heads, searched too, though there was no sign of Bard.

Finally managing to remove her horned headdress, she let her hair flow free in the wind, as she glanced around at the surviving people. Knowing that her companions might have their eyes on her, she didn't bother to look back at them, at least, not at the moment. Again, it's that anger she felt inside. "What was he thinking?", she said softly to herself, with a hint of a building up snarl, as she gazed out at the burnt and demolished town in the distance.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Smaug's fire lit up the opposite side of Laketown. The heat from the flames could be felt even from where they were, and panicked shouts and cries of the people were heard both near and far. Fili caught sight of Smaug, though only briefly. Hearing about the mighty dragon was one thing, seeing him was another. Bofur shook his head in disbelief, offering Fili and the others help to maneuver the boat through the water. At this rate, there would be no town to return to.

As the Master tried to escape town with his treasure, the rope that Bard set down out his cell window, got tangled with him, allowing him to break away the prison cell wall. As soon as the bargeman escapes, he found the hidden Black Arrow, before making his way towards the windlance.

"Stay down", Saeril murmured softly to Sigrid and Tilda as the boat passed under the foundations of another house, the buildings around them crumbling and burning as they floated down the lake.

The fire blared around the town, surrounding it as Bard climbed to the launching mechanism.