Moon's Nature |The Hobbit|

|CHAPTER IV: Trading Tales|

"Why are you watching me work Dwarf?" Narchril asked as Kili was chewing on the rabbit leg that Fili had given to him.

"It isn't like I have much else to do at the moment." He reminded her as she shook her head.

"You should have simply announced yourselves. Then you would not be in this position." Narchril reminded him coolly, as she was working on carving arrows and he shook his head.

"You need thinner stones." Narchril raised her eyebrows at his words, as she looked up and stopped with the arrowheads. "To make the sharper arrows. You need either molten metal or sharper stones." Kili replied to the look on her face as Narchril shrugged and she used a dagger to carve another symbol into her bow.

"Dwarves are armor-smiths and metalworkers, not travellers. So why are you two alone on the road, when you have a homeland somewhere? I would be in my home, safe and sound rather than on the road like this." She pointed out and he looked at her.

"We seek to reclaim Erebor from Smaug the Terrible." Kili replied and she looked up. "The dragon that took Erebor from us once, we seek to be the ones to take back our home and to slay the dragon that slew so many of our brothers and sisters." He said and she looked over at him, as she put her bow to the side.

"You and your brother seek to slay a dragon, on your own? How stupid are you?" She asked with a scoff and he shook his head.

"We are dwarves from the line of Durin." Kili replied and Narchril's eyes narrowed at once at his words, as if her interest in the subject had been piqued.

"The line of Durin still lives?" She questioned and he was nodding at her words, as she scoffed quietly. "Against all the odds. Thror and Thrain?" She asked and he shook his head.

"Gone, the both of them. King Thror was beheaded by Azog the Defiler at the great battle for Moira. Thrain son of Thror was driven mad by grief. He was taken prisoner or killed, we were never told." Kili explained and she was shaking her head slightly.

"Then who is the heir to Erebor?" She questioned, and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she looked over at him evenly, not really expecting an answer from him after all.

"Our uncle Thorin, son of Thrain. My brother Fili, he's the heir to the throne after Thorin. Thorin, son of Thrain, he is the eldest of our mother's brothers." Kili explained and she sighed a bit, as she shrugged.

"Elves and dwarves have been enemies since, am I wrong?" She questioned and he nodded slightly, as she leaned back against the rock.

"Your King refused to come to our aide during our hour of need and our King, Thorin has hated your kind ever since." Kili replied and she scoffed at his words.

"Thranduil has never been one to charge into battle to save another species. He would prefer to grow in power, rather than aide others who truly need it. Did you ever see Erebor or Dale?" She asked and he shook his head.

"Fili, he was very young when the dragon came and I had yet to be born when he came." Kili said with a small shrug, as she nodded slightly.

"Not all elves are living under the reign of Thranduil. Not all of us are similiar to those elves, those elves who turned away from Erebor that day." She pointed out and she drank the water that she had brought with her.

"Does your family live under Thranduil's rule?" Kili asked and she shook her head, and she sipped water from the canister. "Do you?" He asked and she shook her head once more.

"No. My family, they simply believe me to be dead. I live under no ruler at the moment." Narchril stated, and she held out a canister of wine to him and Kili raised his eyebrows.

"Got any ale?" He asked and she shook her head at him, as he took the wine and he tipped the canister back, as she finished the water in the one of many canisters.

"Your brother appears to have disappeared." She remarked and he looked around, whistling a few times and Fili reappeared, hopping down a few moments later from a tree as she shrugged. "I stand corrected." She said and Fili sat down next to his brother.

"We, the both of us have the sharpest eyesight of our group. We are younger than the others hence the eyesight." It was Fili who spoke, right before Kili handed him the wine and Fili started drinking it.

"Whatever. It didn't seem to help you all that much, when I shot an arrow at you." Narchril pointed out and he was shaking his head as was Kili, who said nothing more.

Narchril got the sense that neither were going to talk at all, about much of anythin' for the night ahead. Which she was fine with and she'd long since run out of things to say to either of the dwarves.