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

Saeril kept her gaze upon Kili while keeping her position to agree with him. His responses proved that he was willing to follow his family into battle her, wherever she went, whenever. It did give her slight uncertainty for this, due to the secrets she's never got the will to admit. It only served as a reminder that she was a coward, but this was for the sake of her godsons. What she didn't know, was that Kili had a secret of his own...

With his determination, the she-elf never thought her inner strength would increase. She will participate in battle for Durin's Folk, and live to reunite with her Durin family; in this case, Thorin, Dis, Fili, Kili, and the rest of their brethren in Ered Luin. They were in this together. Like always. In response, Saeril gave a brave, fond smile to the youngest. However, it fell into a frown, as she watched Thorin's change, since her hearing wasn't to be denied.

"Who’s in charge here?", the wizard asked the short, accusing man, until Bard managed to appear before them. Sometime later, he met with Bard and Thranduil in a tent, hoping to warn them of what is coming. "You must set aside your petty grievances with the Dwarves. War is coming. The cesspits of Dol Guldur have been emptied", he told them. "You’re all in mortal danger", Bard looked towards Gandalf, confused of what the wizard is trying to tell them.

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Legolas seemed to be a bit troubled by the retelling of a memory he wished to have forgotten all those years ago. However, his moment of looking to the side was interrupted when he felt a gentle touch upon his hand. His blue eyes looked from his hand, back to the girl, who appeared to be looking at him, with her light appearing in her soft and tender green eyes; blue meeting them, those orbs of beauty shined in a dark and sad place.

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

With her elf ears, the she-elf heard it all. War. She knew that this would come, sooner or later. Thorin was under the spell of Dragon Sickness, and in most cases, the bearers of excessive amounts of gold may not see reality ever again; just like his grandfather. In this case, the dwarven King won't see reason. Thorin was getting worse by the minute; exactly what she feared...

Fili looked at his little brother with tiredness in his eyes, being apparent in expressing exhaustion from the endless search for the Arkenstone, and from stacking the crumbled rocks of stone to barricade the gate they were currently standing on. This was how far Thorin's corrupted wrath can go: endless labor. If the king wasn't this blind to the wellbeing of his kin, he would know the amount of abuse he was giving them. His own nephews, especially. Bags were underneath the blonde's eyes; his attempt to do the work for his brother apparently drained him, but he put up a good fight to stay on his feet. Like he always did when they were children.

Saeril was already walking down a stony corridor, until she heard the quickening footsteps of the youngest. Her cloak dragged behind her as she walked, and the dim lighting made her luminous eyes glow slightly. He was right to follow; this was an event that might end badly, and he was right to be in her good graces a day before it happened. The she-elf heard him ask of what she just overheard, and she responded with an exhale through her nose. "I did", she responded with a troubled voice, as she stood within the armory.

She took a glance at him, before sheathing out her daggers, twirling them. Upon discovery of Fili, she earned herself a pair of laced gauntlets for her forearms, to which the eldest heir gladly fastened upon her being. "If tommorrow is to be our last stand, I can guess that you'll always follow me? Even into battle?", she asked him, wanting to know if he's willing to follow down a path that may result in death.

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Upon reaching the top of the hill, Legolas waited for Tauriel and Yavanna to catch up before having to kneel down with them, taking cover behind a large boulder, and look upon the ruins of Gundabad. It was just how he remembered it all those years ago.

"An old enemy", he answered the princess, looking towards her before looking back over. "The ancient kingdom of Angmar. This fortress was once its stronghold. It is where they kept their great armories, and forged their great weapons of war", he explained. "It is a fell place. In another age, our people have waged war on these lands", just as the Elven prince said this, a memory came back to him. A memory he had wished to forget, but lingered. The thought made him look away from the scene, almost sadly.

"My mother died there", he finally said it, having to look at the two she-Elves. "My father doesn't speak of her. There was no grave; no memory, nothing. Her light was mine; it faded, and died with her", he sadly admitted. Truthfully, he had a light of his own; a trait he got from his mother, but ever since she left, the Elven Prince's heart has turned cold, ever since.

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

I know. I'm not saying we should start immediately; it's just in development. Meaning you got all the time in the world to prepare yourself :) I just happened to lose interest in our Harry Potter story :(

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

I was thinking we could stop Harry Potter, and replace it with the post-poned "POTC/Black Sails" story I've proposed earlier. When we start it, it's totally up to you :)

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

"That armed host will attack this mountain if we don't come to terms!", the bowman countered for his side of the arguement, a little baffled towards the dwarf king's refusal. "What of your conscience? Does it not tell you that our cause is just?", Bard asked him, reminding him that he could use good judgement to see the consequences of taking this path. "My people offered you help, and in return, you brought them ruin and death!", that is where he became a little angry, getting louder with emotion in his voice. Particularly because he could have lost his own children in the firestorm. "A bargain was struck. You gave us your word, Thorin; does that mean nothing?"

Fili's heart raced and tightened during this back-and-forth exchange. He took a glance to the side at his little brother, and he could see vulnerability in both his posture and troubled expressions. The blonde figured that he was thinking about Saeril, and what their uncle's tyranny would potentially bring. By his refusals and declinations, he wasn't going to show mercy. If they ever crossed him, it would most definitely bring something darker. Saeril came to his own thoughts, but they had to stick to their secret a little longer.

Bard was angry now -- no, frustrated, at Thorin's refusal to consciously think about what his actions had caused: the potential for war. He couldn't argue any further with him now; he just declared to continue taking the warpath. The bowman grunted before turning his horse around, and heading back to the desolated sanctuary of Dale. The ElvenKing did say they will attack at dawn before he left, so he may have been right to come in the first place. There was no turning back from a fight that has already been started...

Fili turned his glance to look down at the ground, once he heard Bilbo ask about Kili's thankfully-fading bruise. He wouldn't want to lie either, but he never felt so conflicted with his little brother being the reason not to trust Thorin. Kili did tell him that Saeril wouldn't be pleased if she found out, and that is where he was troubled the most. Thorin has declared war; whether they like it or not, they were vulnerable, and at his corrupted mercy.

Nearby, behind the company, the she-elf was listening, as she leaned against one of the stone structures. By what she just heard, Thorin was getting worse, both mentally and spiritually. She would like to talk some sense into the king, but that would put her godsons at risk, while in this condition. Silently, she made her way down the halls, unaware that Kili might have seen her; getting her mental state ready for what was to come.

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

"I ask for you to honor your pledge", the bowman went straight to the point. "To give a share of the treasure, so the people of Laketown can rebuild their lives", in reality, Bard had no idea that the King Under The Mountain was being influenced by a malevolent force; a force that has left behind a curse upon Durin's Folk for generations.

Fili remembered Thorin's promise to Laketown from before: that he would give half of the treasure to them, and fulfill the town to be ten times as powerful as Dale had once been. Although, with his uncle now in this state, he really didn't want to say anything aloud. He feared that if he did so, the king's hand would be laid upon Kili again, not to mention, himself. In truth, the blonde would take the risk, but then he remembered about Saeril. To keep the incident a secret, both of them can't say that they just simply fell down. Otherwise, suspicion will arise from her...

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

Ah, almost forgot. Saeril's promise to retrieve the gems for Thranduil still stands, and she'll give them to him after the Battle, at the same moment she, Kili, Yavanna, and Legolas find Fili's body.

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

After receiving the stallion, Bard rode towards the mountain, just hoping that if he could reason with the Dwarven King, they may possibly avoid an all-out war between them and the Elves, who recently showed up not too long ago, with supplies. He just only hoped that through negotiation, Thorin would come to the terms that he proclaimed before Smaug's attack.

Coming to a halt at the front gate, the barge-turned-bowman took notice of the king himself, as well as his two nephews and Dwalin. Fili, trying to act and forget about what had happened the night before, since the faint mark on his little brother continuously served as a harsh reminder for crossing the king. He would make sure to not let it happen again...

"All hail Thorin, son of Thrain!", the bowman declared, knowing his manners well. "I have come with a peace offering. Will you not speak with me?"

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Saeril laid in the royal bedroom that used to be Dis' before she had left for the Blue Mountains, to at least get the rest that her conscience really needed. She couldn't stop thinking about her earlier episode, and truth be told, she couldn't stop the nightmare that continued to plague her, keeping her "awake". Rolling on her back to look at the ceiling, a sigh escaped the she-elf, and gracefully pulled herself up to sit on the side of the bed. A groan came, and with a struggle to stand up straight, she managed to unravel her wings, tuck them behind her, and get the door open.

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

Honestly, Fili didn't know what they could do anymore. They were at Thorin's mercy, and under his tyrannical command...

The blonde sighed, almost in despair, and looked in sorrow at the brunette's mark. It was starting to bother him, and Kili was quick to point out that Saeril would notice, and potentially become enraged. The thought of his brother getting hit by an arrow, made their godmother become something they didn't expect. She made quick work on Bolg, and Fili didn't want to think about how she would behave around Thorin, if she found out. He didn't want to keep any secrets from her, but if they could do this for their godmother's sake, it could possibly work.

With that, the eldest reluctantly nodded, though he was looking at the ground, a little troubled. "Let's hope it fades soon", there wasn't really much they can do.

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"You will go to war over a handful of gems?", Bard asked the ElvenKing, dumbfounded of hearing this kind of retaliation over a family heirloom. "Your Majesty, we are allies in this. My people also claim upon its riches. Let me speak with Thorin; to avoid a war", he suggested.

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

With Thorin walking away, Fili could finally release the breath that he found himself holding in. Finally looking back to his brother, the blonde noticed the amount of shame in the brunette's eyes. Gently, he lifted a hand to the youngest's chin, and turned his little brother's face so he could see the mark that their king left behind on his neck. Even if the brunette stubbornly attempted to hide it, Fili effortlessly made the mark be in full view. He sighed sadly, though felt a little angry at this unnatural act.

The blonde heard Bilbo's claim, and it left Fili a little confused. "Dragon Sickness?", he had never heard of such a term, looking to Kili for his input. However, he wanted to change the subject. "Did you find her, at least? Delva? Is she okay?", he asked.