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[ It takes little time for Thorin to realize he must learn as much as he can about these lands. If he can't leave, if he can't go back, then at the very least he ought to make sure he finds a safe place for him and the few he keeps close. He has not met many so far he would ask questions, and even the few he did ask could only tell him so much.

Library it is, then. However, this becomes a problem when, after almost an hour of looking through the castle, he can't find the place.

Not only that, but he also ends up getting lost through the corridors.

When he speaks to the locket, he is not actually asking anyone. He is asking the locket itself for directions. ]

Tell me the way to the library.

[ He frowns at the locket for the longest time, waiting for some kind of immediate response, frown deepening when it doesn't come. ]

This useless-- [ And it shuts off. ]

((ooc: open for action at the seelie court!))

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[Unless Thorin is deaf, there's no doubt he'll be able to hear the sound of some very impolite words in Khuzdul being shouted rather fiercely, accompanied by yelps and the occasional sound of wood hitting something solid.

Kili's found himself in a bit of a situation. Caught in the middle of six angry imps, he bats at them as best he can, but the damn things keep moving before he can hit them. He's bleeding in several places from where they've bitten or scratched at him, and he's resorting now to using his walking stick to try and hit them, which is largely unsuccessful.

He manages to hit one squarely in the chest and lets out a triumphant crow as it falls, only to be disappointed when the imp takes flight once more to attack him all the more angrily.

Of course they go after him when he's mostly unarmed.]

[ He would recognize the voice given some time, and even if he didn't he would have followed the shouting to see what was happening regardless. But it is the Khuzdul that gets his attention most, and he quickens his pace as he makes his way towards the noise, breaking into run at the sound of wood cracking through the air.

Once he rounds the corner, it takes only a second to recognize his younger nephew being attacked by a number of imps flying all around him, and just as quickly he rushes to him, drawing out his sword as he does so. ]

Kíli!! [ With a yell that at least gets some attention from the creatures, he swings his blade at two of them, forcing them to let go of Kíli's hair and clothes. Then on he moves to drive the other ones to release him as well before he even thinks of killing them. Which, of course, he will. ]

Thorin? [His tone is one of surprise, though he doesn't have much time to register it before he's chasing off the imps. Some of them release him, thankfully, and Kili reaches for the dagger at his hip, hissing softly as an imp scratches across his arm.

The distraction is nice, of course, but then the imps are heading for Thorin too, attacking the two dwarves without distinction. Kili bares his teeth at the little things, slashing at them with his dagger. One imp squeals in pain, its' leg missing from the knee.]

[ It takes no time at all for a couple of imps to latch themselves onto Thorin, one clawing at the sleeve of his cloak, the other pulling at his hair. With an angered growl, he moves a hand quickly and catches the one yanking on his strands, then quite simply holds it out in front of him and cuts its head off.

One down, five more to go. He does not spare a moment to chase after the injured one, more difficult to strike down because of its irregular flight, but at least it is much slower now because of its missing leg as well. With some frustrated swings of his sword, he finally hits the creature, and as it comes crashing into the ground he slices through it. ]

[In any other situation, Kili would laugh at how the imps are attacking Thorin, pulling at his hair. He growls, gripping at his dagger and swinging a bit wildly at the things. He manages to neatly behead two of them in his swinging, letting out a triumphant crow as the bodies fall to the ground.]

[ Then it is for the best he does not laugh, as it would not get him any sympathy from his uncle. With two more taken down, two violent imps still dance around them, more difficult to catch now that they try to hold onto their backs.

Thorin struggles with the one crawling under his hair and biting the back of his neck, yelling out in rage as he tries to reach it with his hand, but to no avail. ]

[Kili reaches out to grab the imp that's holding on to Thorin, managing to pull it off of him before the thing bites his hand hard. Letting out a curse that his mother would surely punish him for, he slashes at the imp with his dagger, missing just barely as it flies up higher with a noise that is undoubtedly a wicked cackle.

The other imp manages to bite through Kili's belt and the lacings of his trousers enough to make them fall down around his ankles, and he yelps in surprise and embarrassment as he tugs them back up, only for the thing to perch on top of his head and pull hard at his hair.]

[ Were this any other circumstance Thorin might have shown amusement at what happened, but as it is they still have two imps circling them, so while Kíli is busy trying to hold his trousers up, he swings his sword right above his head and slashes the imp in two.

It makes a bit of a mess of Kíli's hair, but it's better than to have the thing attacking him at least. Lastly he turns his attention to the last imp who is all the more vicious now that they have killed all the others, and is coming at him fast rather than running away as it should. With an angered growl, Thorin holds his hand out, lets the imp cling to it and bite him there, and then clasps his fingers around the creature, tighter and tighter until there's a dry snap and the thing dies in the firm hold of his hand. ]

[There's blood and bits of imp in Kili's hair, but it really is better than having the thing pulling and biting at him. Thorin crushes the last one and Kili takes a moment just to be a bit unnerved at how strong his uncle is.

Fixing his trousers so they'll stay up for a bit longer, he lets out a sigh and glances at his arms, spotted with blood from bites and scratches. He hadn't realized how very afraid the things had made him, and once Thorin's wiped the imp guts off his hand, Kili moves to embrace his uncle, breathing in his scent and letting the familiarity and comfort of it calm his racing heart.]

[ Unceremoniously he tosses the broken imp body onto the ground, blood from the bite splattering across the floor, then glances over to Kíli to see if he's alright after that whole mess.

But he doesn't get to see much of anything, and as he finishes wiping his hand on his cloak Kíli's suddenly hugging him. It shocks him for a second or two but then he wraps his own arms around the younger dwarf, one hand still holding onto his sword as the other cradles the back of his head, relief mostly that they're both alright despite their many scratches or bite marks. ]

[The imp attack had been sudden and honestly rather frightening. He hadn't expected the things and suddenly they were on him, biting and scratching and pulling at his hair. True, his foes weren't the most terrible thing he had ever faced, but Kili had never really fought a battle on his own.

And he'd been losing pretty badly.

Until Thorin had come and rescued him. It wasn't the first time and nor did Kili believe it would be the last. He clings to his uncle, focusing on breathing again and calming down. After a long while, he finally lets go, pushing his hair back and swiping at a long scratch down his cheek.]

Thank you.

[ Frankly Thorin's relieved he came this way. Maybe Kíli could have fended for himself were this situation any different, but he still seems to be recovering, and the group of imps had been just about big enough to pose a real threat.

When Kíli pulls away he lets his hand rest on the back of his neck for a while still, a smile gracing his features at the words. So bitter had been their last conversation, he cannot deny it brings him joy to at least see his younger nephew more open and not as abrasive as before. ]

There is nothing to thank me for. [ He moves his hand to cup the injured cheek, his thumb touching lightly the muscle around the scratch. Hardly anything too deep or serious, yet it is an attempt to mend fences that he adds. ] Let's find somewhere to clean your wounds.

[He's glad too to be around Thorin without feeling bitterly angry. He'd talked it over with Fili, and while Kili still felt that he had been the one offended and he had every right to be upset, he's realized that there's more to it than this.

He closes his eyes briefly as Thorin touches the scratch, letting out a quiet hiss. Ordinarily he'd wave Thorin off and clean them up himself, but there's some words to be had between them and he appreciates the offer.]

Aye, alright. [He nods in agreement before pausing.] Uncle, I need to apologize for how I spoke to you before. I was...disrespectful and childish.

[ Thorin looks at Kíli in surprise, though the words are something that pleases him to hear, at least. Perhaps his own back then had not been the best, but it seems that his nephew took some time to think on them regardless. ]

My own words did not come as I wanted them to either. [ In the tone it is clear he accepts the apology, and he offers one of his own, in a way, hidden behind the words. ] You must understand why I did it. I had to leave you behind, it was too dangerous. You would have died, Kíli, and possibly your brother as well, knowing him as I do. I could not bear that.

[Kili glances down at the ground, taking a deep breath.]

I understand, Uncle. [He looks back up at him.] But I nearly died all the same. I...I would have, if luck hadn't been on our side. And here too, I almost... [Kili trails off.]

I saw my father, Thorin. I saw the Halls. And I would have joined them if not for the healing of the elves.

[ Thorin stares, frozen in place for a long while after the words. A fear sprouts at the pit of his stomach, turning to a cold shiver that crawls all the way up to the top of his head, yet he says nothing to it, to this experience Kíli says to have gone through.

He does not know how to handle it, what to even say. He lets his breath out in a slow but shaky exhale, lowering his head in a small nod as a hand curls around Kíli's shoulder. ]

You are alright now. This is what matters. [ Not that it pleases him to hear that elves were involved in the healing, but he'll not complain, not when it means that it saved his nephew's life.

With a gentle tug, he urges Kíli to walk down the hallway with him. ] Now come, Kíli. Let us find a room to clean your wounds... perhaps find you a new pair of trousers.

[The blatant unease, even fear in Thorin's eyes makes Kili uncomfortable and he looks away. He's never seen his uncle afraid before and there's something very wrong about it, something that makes Kili uneasy and nervous.

Thorin speaks again, and the look is gone. Kili relaxes, giving him a small smile and following after him with little urging.]

Aye, these ones are ruined now. [He glances down at his trousers before promptly bursting out laughing.]

[ The laughter he does not completely expect, not after the tone of their conversation just a moment ago, and it is a sound almost foreign, so long it has been since he last heard it.

Still it takes no thought or effort at all for Thorin to join, though his is barely above a quiet chuckle. But his shoulders release some tension at least, as he shakes his head, his hand dropping from Kíli's shoulder now that he seems to be able to stand and walk on his own alright. ]

You always did have a penchant for ruining your clothes in your little adventures. [ He quirks an eyebrow in brief amusement. ] A good thing to see that habit has not been entirely lost even after you are all grown up.

Some things never change. [Kili smiles, that old fondness and affection in his eyes for Thorin as before. He nudges his uncle's side lightly, relieved that the two are on speaking terms again.]

I missed you, Uncle.

Indeed not. [ In his tone it is clear he does not mind that at all, quite the contrary. Even if in some things he believes his younger nephew still has a lot to learn and grow up. ]

And I you. [ He speaks after a thoughtful pause, though he knows that the time they've been apart is much longer for Kíli, having arrived in this place weeks before himself, while to him only a few days had passed. If anything, he had missed them being on speaking terms, that would be more accurate to say. ] Which room are you staying in? Do you know the way?

[ Because predictably, Thorin does not quite know the way to his own room. ]

[Kili beams up at Thorin. The fondness in his uncle's voice is good to hear after their shouting match from before.]

Oh, it's this way. [He leads the way towards his room, leaning onto his cane a bit as he does so.] Do you keep getting lost, uncle? [Kili adds the tease.]

[ Thorin stares flatly at the last remark, though not actively scolding Kíli for the tease. Still, his voice is gruff, as he lifts his chin up just slightly as he turns to follow after his nephew in the right direction this time. ]

I've barely been here long enough to know these halls and rooms. [ Neither confirming nor denying that he gets lost often, even if he would never admit to it happening to him every once in a while. His eyes glance at the cane for a brief moment, but Kíli does not ask for help, and Thorin does not offer it. They are dwarves after all, strong and resistant, stubborn and proud just as well. ] Surely you do not expect me to have committed all of this place to memory by now.

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