Boggins, not Baggins. {A Kili love story}

Chapter 7: Dancing my dear.

A/N: Yes, yes, I know the image is big but its the best I could could do. Capice? Alright. This is Saraens dress for the party/ball/dinner. Lets just call it a party. I have also decided to give you the translations for the elvish words I use. And yes, yes I know this is a long chapter so YOURWELCOME. I spent forever on this one and it all had to be on one chapter.

 Do what you want with this information. Have fun.

Estel: hope

Termor: Enduring

Ada: Father

Teror': Brother

Seler': Sister

Quel Bye: Good bye

3,2,1. ACTION.

Being a clean, private room, was different to what Saraen has adjusted to. One of Sara's natural talent that helped her in being a ranger was that she was very good at adjusting to new surroundings. She was rather fine with dirt, though, she would not recommend bathing in it.

But the weirdest part about being back in her "private" quarters was the quiet. It felt a slight bit... empty, without the roaring laughter of Bofur or the giggles of Fili. Nori's bad lying, Ori constantly pestering her about life as a ranger and knitting habits. Even when Thorin would be a total prat and yell and scowl at everyone for doing nothing wrong. But the biggest emptiness was from the lack of Kili. There was something about him that made the whole environment better. I suppose I will just see him at the feast, she thought. Yet, as much as she wanted to flop down onto the large bed, she needed to get clean. She was still wearing her torn, faded training garments and her mud crusted and dusty riding boots. Not to mention the fact that her hair was probably a mess after rough housing with her brother.

So she kicked off her boots and hummed at the relief her feet felt, then flopped down to the floor. Yes, she flopped.

"I should probably get ready." Saraen said to herself a few minutes later. With eyes closed, enjoying the cool breeze that had come through the large balcony on the far side of her room, she added "But i'm too lazy.".

Suddenly her side door was thrown open by none other than Aragorn with a very large grin. "Feeling lazy are we? Well then I hope you wont mind if I-" he was cut off by a groan from Sara as she knew what was coming next. Eyes, still closed, hoping that she could just ignore him if they stayed shut, flew open when a large amount of weight was on top of her. "Gods Damnit!" she wheezed as she saw her brother lying across her stomach.

"Hey, Termor, if your so enduring why does it bother you so? Just endure it. I'm just getting comfortable, besides, I would say that there are still about 2 hours before the feast!" Aragorn commented. Using her elvish childhood name in order to get under her skin. Well two can playt hat game.

"Well, Estel, I just have hope that you still have- ticklish armpits." she retorted, quickly reaching over to his under arms and making spider fingers up and down. He squirmed and let out a deep roar of laughter, but quickly rolled off her middle and escaped out of the main door. And into the corridor that overlooked a deep ravine with many levels above and below them with countless other rooms. Aragorn went left down the hallway, his laughter echoing throughout all of rivendell. He had a type of laughter that would make anyone smile, he could probably get Thorin the show one of his own. Bofur would love him. Everyone does.

Both barefooted, in their training pants, and loose grey shirts they bolted down the hallway. Passing many elves and ignoring the eye rolls that they were given. Whenever the "Ranger Twins" were together, they wreaked havoc. In a, subtle-not-so-subtle, inconspicuous manner. Aragorn was about 10-15 feet in ahead of her and she desperately wanted to close that gap so when she spotted Fili and Kili talking by a balcony overlooking the ravine she cried "Boys! Grab that Ranger!" Instantly the two tall dwarves turned to her, then glanced at Aragorn who was hurtling towards them and created a block. Fili's arm shot out to grab him and Kili had stuck his leg out to trip him into his brothers grasp.