The world is grey, the mountains old,The forge's fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
Silki will take up the roll of her forefathers as the king's personal guard, a roll long forgotten. Remembe...
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In the early morning, Silki hummed a quiet tune to herself as she followed behind the two dwarven brothers. She sat upon her hog cutting slices from an apple which she shared with her furry mount.
Kili road along trusting his pony to ride straight as his eyelids drooped and often shut as he was barely just awake. Fili kept a keen eye on the road ahead and the wilderness at their sides.
"You don't have to be so serious, master dwarf. There is nothing and no one near." Silki said with a chuckle. "Why is that? You never know what might be lurking where and when you least expect it." He said glancing over his shoulder to her.
Silki tapped the tip of her nose "always trust your nose. Or rather, always trust my nose. I've always had an marvelously impossibly strong sniffer." She boasted. "That and Hog is spooked by things as harmless as mice." She added.
Kili woke up and quickly looked over his shoulder "Wait so was that a lie about your nose?" He asked with raised brow.
Silki gave a smile that gave no answer, "curious isn't it?" She hummed. "Thats not fair. But very well keep your secrets." Kili said with a pout causing his brother to chuckle.
The two slowed their ponies and allowed Silki and Hog to ride between them. Hog snorted with satisfaction as Silki gave her the apple's core.
"That tune you were humming? From were does it hail? It sounds oddly familiar." Fili asked.
"Cry thunder in war from the highest peak the mountain's tower where jeweled armor sleeps Mail sung flesh horrors of war humane at rest Calvary of skies sword battalion in maw Unfurled to answer the call of our lord."
Silki recited, "I wish I could tell you from where it came but I do not know. It is what my father used to sing to me when I was a wee-er thing." Silki said.
"Its about an army?" Fili asked. "Its rather sounds like it doesn't it? I'd like to imagine it is a tale of a great army." Silki said with a smile.
"Sing it again? I think I like that tune." Kili asked. Silki grinned and pulled a lute from her bag playing between verse. "Bards seem rather useful at passing the time." Fili remarked with a smile. "And waking up groggy brothers." Silki cut in watching Kili who was now wide eyed and humming.
After hours of travel the party of three managed to find a flat spot to rest. At the edge of the small stream Silki watered Hog and the two ponies.
"This will be easy enough to fix, won't take much work to smelt down gold ore to patch the crack." Fili said to himself as he examined his new golden lute.
Kili pointed to the busted strings "Balin could fashion those, keep enough on hand incase mother gets clumsy." He said with a light chuckle.
"You mean incase you get clumsy while borrowing it." Fili corrected.
