Dance Of Darkness And Light

Chapter 13: Dark Fells

A/N: I know, inexcusable. *kicks RL in the behind*

Big thanks to NixNox and Tyren as usual.

Chapter 13: Dark Fells

The relative safety and feelings of bliss were short lived. Kili supported the liaison between Fili and Linshara, as did most of the other dwarves. Thorin didn't like it, that much was evident, Dwalin didn't either but more because he didn't trust Linshara rather than anything else and Fili was next in line to be king. Balin, his brother was the one trying to turn his and Thorin's opinion. Or at least keep Fili from being in trouble with his uncle.

Winter ended soon enough and the time to move on came. It was decided they would go through Mirkwood, along the elven road, anything else would take too long. Gandalf however grew more and more unnerved as departure time approached and often spoke with Beorn alone. Linshara caught words here and there and tried not to satisfy her curiosity by extracting the information from their minds. Gandalf would be able to tell. He was keeping all this to himself for a reason. So Linshara let it be for the time.

The words High Fells and the dark inference over the words kept piquing her curiosity. Fili however usually distracted her.

The two kept their interactions proper when with the others, more or less behaving as they had before they entered the courtship. When they managed a few moments alone they would let their passion take hold for a little through hungry kisses, passionate embraces and exploration of the other. Mostly though, they just cuddled. Anything further, Fili wanted to allow himself to consider after they retook the mountain, when he could finally focus on his own life for a change, at least for a time. Plus keeping a goal and keeping focus were easier when not distracted by memories of intertwined bodies and related pleasures. Linshara understood the sentiment and wholly agreed with it.

They both came quite close to tossing the agreement aside when their passion and desire for eachother threatened to overwhelm them. It took both their strengths of will and determination to step away and rebuild the foundations of restraint.

Now, as they were packing their ponies, Linshara would glance over at Gandalf and Beorn. Both were concerned, watchful and that term appeared again. The High Fells of something called Ruudauur, or something to that effect.

The Jedi mounted with the others and rode with Fili and Kili mostly, the brothers bantering with her easily. Thorin and Dwalin shushed them from time to time.

As they rode on and Gandalf was still quietly worried. So much that even Bilbo and the dwarves noticed, Linshara decided to talk to him finally. So she rode up and next to him.

"Your mind is a storm of worry, almost crowing at me." Linshara commented softly.

He looked over with her with a practiced smile, "the area to the north concerns me. Fell tidings have been heard, spirits and undead things. More likely than not, in league with Gundabad."

"The High Fells...." she commented softly.