Washed up - A Hobbit story

IX

This one is quite chill, there are some descriptions of scars but that is pretty much it. There is a short snippet that I have marked with (-<>-) because it has a little bit of more detailed descriptions of the wounds. But otherwise, it's pretty chill. So, please enjoy and don't forget to comment and vote!

I slowly limped towards my seat that was, of course, on the other side of the room and the table as well. The dwarves eyes were locked on me as I jumped the last steps to the chair and sat down not so gracefully. Jumping and limping around was quite tiring if you did it for a long period of time. I looked around the room, my eyes landing on Kili. His mouth was slightly open and I waved my hand at him to snap him out of his trance. He blinked once and turned his head away, blushing after receiving a nudge and a knowing look from Bofur. I shook my head and turned to listen to Gandalf and Elrond as well as Thorin talking about the swords they found at the troll hoard. My mind wandered off to my necklace that was resting on my nightstand. There was a nagging voice on the back of my head that someone might take it but I knew it was safe there. I was pulled away from my thoughts by Elrond asking me something. I had absolutely no idea what he had asked me, but luckily he repeated his question, probably guessing that I had no idea what he had asked.
"Has your leg stopped hurting?" I glanced at my leg quickly before responding, now noticing that it hurt a little less than it had before I had walked down here. The athelas was working at a faster pace I had predicted.
"It aches a little bit but it already feels much better. I can't thank you enough for treating it."  I smiled and Thorin scoffed, earning an annoyed look from me and Gandalf. 

After Elrond had brought up the topic of why the dwarves were on the journey, Thorin had excused himself and was now seated between Fili and Dwalin and was throwing sour looks at me because Lindir had taken the chair that he had sat on and I was talking to him. I had asked him to teach me a few words more of elvish, and he thrilled to do so. As I grabbed the pitcher that held water, I noticed him glance at the dwarves with a smug look. I rolled my eyes. "Not the freaking elves as well." I turned his focus back to me by saying
"What is the elvish word for water?" He turned back to me
"Nen." I tried repeating it, causing him to laugh lightly. I frowned, pretending to be angry and poked his arm lightly
"Don't you laugh there, I'm learning!" My tone was angry at first but it soon turned into a giggle. As I started laughing his face spread into a smile as well. The elvish words were so hard to pronounce, they had a sort of dialect in them that made it so hard. The words sounded so easy to vocalize, but trying to pronounce them as he did was harder than expected. I tried again, causing him to shake his head and repeat the word. I tried again, this time earning a nod and a wider smile from him. He reached up with his hand, picking a large white flower from the tree above as and tucking it into my hair gently.
"A flower is 'Loth'." I blushed lightly and swiped a tuft of hair that had gotten loose from the braid behind my ear. I repeated the word and made his smile wider, indicating that I had gotten it right. I was wondering what word I should ask next about the next word to ask as a yawn spread across my face. 

Apologizing, I turned my head to take a quick look at the dwarves. Bofur was standing on the table and I shook my head, knowing what was about to happen.
"Can we take a walk around? I want to see more of this place and the dwarves are about to start a food fight." My face was now turned towards Lindir who got up and offered me his hand. I grabbed it and he helped me up just as Bofur was singing with his full heart and the dwarves were all singing along. He offered me his elbow like a gentleman and we ended up walking arm in arm. It was partly to support my leg but judging by the look Lindir threw at Kili, it was to annoy the dwarves as well. I shook my head as we started walking past the dwarves towards the doorway. The next thing I knew I was pressed against Lindirs chest. It took me a while to realize what had happened. His back was now turned towards the spot we had been standing on before and I was on the other side of him. A loaf of bread was crushed against the trunk of the tree. I giggled
"You have saved me from a terrible faith, getting hit by a loaf of bread is a great fear of mine. How I can ever repay you?" He caught up with my sarcasm and went along with it. He bent down to plant a kiss on my hand and answered me in a deeper voice than his normal one,
"Anything for you my lady." All of this was a big joke but some of the dwarves seemed to think it was a real thing especially after Lindir scooped me up yet again to his arms, carrying me bridal style and carried me out of the room.