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[kilimanjaro]

[Kili's expression is stormy, his beard that once stretched down to his toes now loose and cut jaggedly, now just a few inches long. Beside him is the knife that must have done the job; there are still a few strands of coarse dark hair scattered about and his voice is deeper than usual and hoarse.]

Thorin has left this place. For those that had business with him...my brother and I will pick up where he left off.

[Standing beside Kili, hand placed on his brother's shoulder, Fili nods when the announcement is done, his own expression grim.]

Ask for us by means of the locket - Fili and Kili are our names.



[ooc: for his close CR and/or those that are in the area, you can find Kili getting very drunk in Cothromach]

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[firith]

Shall we meet halfway between Caer Glaem and Cothromach, on the road that lies between the two? I cannot be away from the newest arrivals of Elvenkind for long, but my steed makes good time.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili nods eagerly, nearly pushing his brother out of the way.] Aye, as soon as you can make it.

[firith]

I shall give word when I plan to set out. [ Which will be delayed because of his attack from the dogs, although he doesn't know that yet. ] Did your uncle speak to you of his plans to build a home in the mountains that face the forest river, on the southern flank of Caer Glaem?

[walkingarsenal]

[Thranduil's question takes Fíli by surprise, too -- Thorin mentioned that to the Elvenking?

He hesitates, but gives a slight nod.]

He did. Our plans are likely to change, unless he returns.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili is just as started as his brother. That Thorin would share such information with Thranduil of all people is startling, and Kili shares a quick glance with Fili before turning back to the locket.

This is strange new information to mull over.]

[firith]

I spoke to the High-King on his behalf regarding the land, though he also wished to talk with your uncle alone. We were to live across the river from one another, for we were not friends but neither were we enemies and would rather know the ruling force that was our neighbour.

[ Allaying the surprise, his smile is a small one. ]

He watched over my enchanted son while Legolas slept and I battled in the Desolate Lands. Though I fully intend to have the Maechenibryth, as it will be called, an Elvenhome away from our native lands, you will both be made welcome in Thorin's stead.

I do not wish to talk your ears off. Unless there is something else that needs be said, I will leave you to your thoughts.

[walkingarsenal]

[It's been one startling revelation after the other, in fact, but he doubts that Thranduil has the time for a lengthy chat. Acknowledging the end of their conversation, he briefly bows his head in parting.]

Only that you have our gratitude, and that we wish you well in your endeavour. We will await your message.