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When Tarya entered the throne hall of the mountain, she was overwhelmed by how many dwarves and dwarrowdams were gathered there. The sound of chatter echoed off the walls and Tarya could see people hugging and crying upon reuniting with loved ones, or simply upon the joy of finally coming home after all these years.

"They are over there," she heard Kili mutter from beside her, and she shortly glanced in the direction he was pointing to see Fili and Balin standing with Lady Dis in a slightly secluded corner, conversing quietly. She didn't answer the brunet dwarf, hadn't talked to him the whole way from the training field to the mountain in fact. Kili made to reach for her hand, intending to guide her through the crowd towards his family, but it was just as his fingers brushed against hers that Tarya caught sight of Bofur a bit further away, talking to a rather burly dwarven lady. Without thinking, Tarya swiftly retrieved her hand from Kili before he could properly grasp it and without saying a word to him, she walked over toward her hatted friend and the woman, leaving the brunet dwarf standing on his own, feeling his gaze heavy on her back as she made her way through the crowd.

Bofur was talking quietly to the dwarrowdam who had intricately braided light brown hair, his hand on her shoulder, seemingly to comfort her. Tarya watched them for a moment, noticing that she was crying silently and Bofur appearing rather helpless with the whole situation as she came closer.

"Excuse me," the Amarok muttered carefully once she was close enough for them to notice her. She gave Bofur a small smile as he turned and gave her a sad look upon seeing her. The woman glanced up at her out of reddened tear-veiled eyes, confusion mixed within her gaze as Tarya came to a halt next to her. The Amarok glanced at Bofur who simply gave her a rather helpless look in reply before she brought her attention back to the dwarrowdam before her. She recognized her, even without having met her before.

"You must be Delifra," Tarya uttered quietly and the woman looked up at her in obvious confusion as to why a stranger knew her name. Tarya just offered a soft sad smile towards her in reply. "Bombur's wife. He told me much about you during our journey."

"Y-you were… on the quest?" Delifra asked through sniffling her nose, shooting a short look to her brother-in-law who just nodded quickly, glancing between the two women before him as he confirmed Tarya's words.

"I was," Tarya answered kindly. "And I came to know your husband quite well during that time. I cannot count the times he has praised your cooking skills. I think your blueberry cakes were his favourite."

Delifra smiled slightly at that, a melancholic look crossing over her face as she looked down at the floor. "Yes, he always liked those."

Tarya nodded, glancing at Bofur who gave her a grateful little smile before Delifra suddenly spoke again, her gaze now more focused on the Amarok as Tarya looked back at her.

"Y-you are the wolf that everyone is talking about, aren't you?" she asked quietly, almost seeming afraid to offend Tarya with her blunt words. But the Amarok just smiled and nodded again. Delifra looked at her silently for a moment, sniffling quietly before she continued, shooting a small glance to her brother-in-law again as if to seek reassurance. "Then you have also fought in the battle, I assume?"

"Yes," Tarya answered a bit stiffly, though she still smiled kindly at the dwarrowdam. She always felt uncomfortable talking about the battle, had never even really talked about it with Kili, and considering the worried look Bofur shot her upon Delifra's words he probably knew that as well. But Tarya felt like Delifra needed to hear what she was willing to tell her. The Amarok felt like she owed her as much, for it had been her who had been there with Bombur when his fate had been decided and it had been her who had been too slow to save him.

"I… I fought alongside Bombur during the battle. I saw him fight and I saw him fall," Tarya spoke quietly to the cook's widow, feeling her throat go dry as guilt swept up in her stomach while the memories repeated themselves in her mind. "And to this day I only wish that I had been fast enough to help him when he most needed it."

Delifra's eyes widened slightly upon her words and Tarya watched as the breath shortly caught in the dwarf's throat before a new flow of tears escaped from her eyes. "You were there?" she asked through her tears. "You were there when he… when my husband…"

"I'm so sorry," Tarya murmured, interrupting her as to not force her to utter the words. She returned the dwarrowdam's gaze with a heavy heart, fighting back her own tears as she remembered the day of the battle. "He fought so well and he was extraordinarily brave… Bombur left this world as a hero, and his death was not in vain."

It was then that a sob suddenly escaped Delifra's throat and before Tarya knew what was happening, the dwarrowdam had grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her into a fierce embrace. The Amarok stood awkwardly for a mere second not knowing what to do, before her arms hesitantly wrapped around the widow's back and she held her tightly as the dwarrowdam cried into her shoulder. The Amarok's hands stroked gently over Delifra's back as she tried to give her as much comfort as she was able to. Tarya knew that there was not much that she could do to help this woman but whatever she could do, she would. And if Delifra needed a hug, Tarya was more than willing to give it.

It was a while before the crying finally stopped and for a few moments Delifra simply leaned against the Amarok before she slowly started to pull back. Tarya gave the dwarrowdam a warm smile as Delifra looked at her rather sheepishly, slowly wiping the remaining tear tracks from her cheeks.

"I'm very sorry," she uttered quietly, slightly flushed. "I did not mean to… You are practically royalty, I shouldn't have… It was absolutely inappropriate and… well, it was just what you said. I was –"

"No, no," Tarya quickly interrupted her with a gentle voice. "It's absolutely fine, I assure you. There is no need to be sorry or apologize." Delifra still looked a bit uncertain but Tarya simply smiled at her once more, trying to convey her words. "And I am not royalty. I am merely… well, me. I am Tarya."

Delifra smiled faintly as the Amarok finished before she nodded slowly, seemingly grateful that Tarya did not take her outburst the wrong way. "It is a pleasure to meet you," the dwarrowdam eventually spoke. "Truly. Now I know why my brother-in-law holds you in such high respect. My husband was lucky to call you his friend."

"I was the lucky one," Tarya answered genuinely and this time Delifra's smile grew a bit brighter as she inclined her head at the Amarok's words. She gave her another lingering warm look before she turned to Bofur who had simply been standing by in the meantime, putting one hand on the hatted dwarf's forearm.

"I would like to lie down now, Bofur. Would you show me to my chambers, please?" she muttered, obviously tired out by the brought up emotions. The hatted dwarf just nodded, giving Tarya a grateful smile as he manoeuvred his sister-in-law past her and slowly out of the hall. Tarya watched them go for a short moment before she sighed quietly, suddenly feeling awfully out of place in the masses of dwarves that were reuniting all around her.

She hesitated only a moment before she turned around and exited the throne hall as well, walking slowly along the corridors towards the royal wing where her own chambers were.


"Where did you leave your betrothed?" Dis asked pointedly as her youngest son came to join their little group in the great hall, without the black-haired woman in his company. Kili made a passive face and shrugged slightly, letting out a small sigh.

"She's… uh, with Bofur I think," he muttered and Dis raised one eyebrow slightly upon her son's dejected tone of voice. Kili caught her gaze and gave her a small sheepish smile. "She's angry with me."

"Well, then that's one thing we have in common," his mother simply replied and Kili answered with another deep sigh before she continued. "I'm sure she has her reasons, as have I. After all, I arrived here today expecting to find my two sons after all the time you spent away from home. What I did not expect was to find my youngest, my baby boy, betrothed to some legendary creature with sparkly golden eyes."

"Amad…" Kili started but his mother cut him off before he could get a word in.

"No, Kili. This is truly unacceptable," the dwarrowdam stated angrily. "You cannot get betrothed to a wolf and not tell your own mother about it. You cannot expect me to simply accept the facts that you present to me without even knowing this woman or the circumstances of this betrothal. There are responsibilities that come with marrying an heir of Durin, Kili, there are certain matters that must be discussed and organized first. You cannot simply go running around, asking some stranger – who is not even of dwarven ancestry – to marry you and then expect her to become your princess. What were you thinking?"

Kili looked at his mother speechlessly for a moment before he pressed his lips together, his jaw twitching slightly as he suppressed a sudden wave of frustration and anger hitting him. He shot a short look to his brother and Balin who were both still standing beside them, both equally looking ready to defend Tarya in front of Dis. Balin had just opened his mouth to say something, when Kili beat him to it.

"What was I thinking?" The brunet dwarf repeated, his expression more serious now than it had been before. In fact, Dis had seldom seen her youngest son look as determined as he did at this moment, causing her eyebrows to rise slightly. "I was sitting within the halls of a mountain that we had travelled months to reach, and after we had gone through so much turmoil already, war was imminent. I was spending the last hours before battle with the love of my life after it had taken me months to realize how much I truly cared about her. I couldn't be sure if either of us would survive the next day, so I asked her to marry me. Because I wanted to make sure that if I survived I could spend the rest of my days with Tarya by my side. I wanted a guarantee for the both of us that if we were to have a future after the battle, we would have it together. I wanted to give her a future of happiness, of love and of family because that's what she deserves. That is what I was thinking, amad."

Dis didn't speak for a few moments and Kili held her gaze sternly for a while, ready to go on if he needed to, until his mother's expression suddenly softened ever so slightly and she gave a curt nod in his direction. "You do love this woman very much, don't you?" she asked quietly, her eyes set intently on her son as the brunet took a deep breath, nodding silently.

"Yes," he uttered and though it was just a simple word, Dis could tell that it came from the depths of her son's heart. She had seen Kili with a few dwarrowdams before when they had all still been living in Ered Luin, though she'd never had to worry about him bringing someone home, for Kili never had been too serious about any of them. Dis knew that both her sons were handsome and even though Kili's lack of beard might have made him a less attractive candidate for some dwarven women, he'd always had his ways of convincing a lady of himself. But this was different, Dis could tell. She had been sceptic when Kili had told her that this woman was his One, for she couldn't quite imagine a dwarf as young as him finding his one true love and above all in the form of an Amarok. But apparently, she had been wrong to judge so quickly.

"Well," Dis muttered as she let her gaze wander over the crowds of dwarves in the hall, her eyes suddenly finding the black-haired Amarok further away being hugged tightly by none other than Delifra, Bombur's recently widowed wife. Dis' brows furrowed for a short moment as she watched the scene and saw Tarya hold the dwarrowdam without any sign of hesitation. All she could see on the young woman's face was sadness and compassion. Dis cleared her throat slightly before she turned back to Kili, Fili and Balin. "I would like to hear more about her then, and your journey. We may discuss it over supper."

"I think that would be wise," Balin answered her with a smile, while the two brothers simply nodded. It was late afternoon already, after all, and time until supper passed rather quickly. And as Dis was seated next to her sons at the head of the table, the remaining companions joined them with the relatives they had been reunited with only a few hours before. Next to Gloìn was now sitting a red-haired dwarrowdam, his wife Rimma, together with their son Gimli who had both come from the Blue Mountains with the caravans. Bofur had brought Delifra and the three children she had with Bombur. And at the end of the table Ori was quietly conversing with a cousin of his that had also arrived that day.

All in all, the table was livelier today than it usually was and there was more chatter going on all around them. And in the middle of the clatter of forks on plates and the chatter, Fili and Kili told their mother everything she wanted to know about the quest. They told her of how they had met and chosen Bilbo Baggins as their burglar, how they had come across Tarya on their journey. They told her of the incident with the trolls and the orc chase that had brought them to Rivendell. Kili told her how they had thought Tarya lost before she had been found again, and how she had then transformed into the woman she now was. Fili told her of how they had crossed the Misty Mountains and of their little adventure in Goblin Town, and Dwalin cut in to tell the dwarrowdam how they had then been chased and almost killed by orcs once more after escaping the tunnels. Dis was amazed when her sons told her about the Giant Eagles that had saved them and their meeting of Beorn, the skin-changer. Kili told his mother of how Tarya had been unsure of accompanying them at the time, and how she had trusted him enough to change her mind.

By the time that Fili was telling their mother about the giant spiders they had encountered in Mirkwood, Kili had become a bit distracted by the fact that Tarya had still not shown up to supper when it was almost over and the first people had already excused themselves to leave for their chambers. The brunet dwarf looked to the door with a small concerned frown on his face as Fili continued the tale without his input and it was only when the blond dwarf called his name rather loudly that Kili finally snapped out of his thoughts.

"Kili!" Fili repeated, waving his hand slightly in front of his little brother's face to get his attention. "What Tarya did to save you in Laketown, what was it called again?"

The brunet prince blinked dumbly for a moment as he refocused his attention on the conversation, before he cleared his throat quietly and murmured: "Shared pain. She… uh, she shared my pain."

"What does that mean?" Dis inquired with wide eyes, not only shocked by the news that her son had been shot with a poisoned arrow but also by the fact that the Amarok had saved his life. Kili gave a small rueful smile, thinking of the scar that still marked Tarya's upper arm.

"It means that she was hurt, and instead of letting her powers heal herself, she let them heal me," he answered, hoping that he was getting it across correctly. "It is something that Amaroks do. They heal very quickly but if they decide that you are worthy of their own life, they can share in your hurt and take the pain that was meant for you. It is… it's how Tarya is still alive." He hesitated shortly, unwilling to bring up the bad memories of the weeks when she had been on the brink of death. Dis gave him an asking look, her gaze soft as she saw how much the topic troubled her son.

"In the battle…" Kili started slowly, clearing his throat quietly. "She… she was hurt badly. Mortally. She would have died on the battlefield if her father – the Amarok that lived in the Woodland Realm – hadn't found her. He shared her pain and her wounds healed enough for her not to die, whereas he did. For her."

Dis hesitated for a moment upon her son's words, frowning slightly as she thought about them. During her sons' tale, she had already come to know that there was more to that Amarok than she had thought at first. Tarya was certainly not lacking in courage or loyalty, nor compassion or kindness, Dis realized as she thought about the things not only her sons but also the rest of the company had told her of the Amarok by now. But in the end, she decided not to comment on it just yet, and so she simply reached out and gently squeezed Kili's hand with hers before she turned her attention back towards her older son as she asked him to continue the tale.

When Fili had finally finished, most of the companions had already left the table and only the blond dwarf himself, Kili, Dwalin, Balin and Dis were still present. The dwarrowdam had grown sadder and quieter the longer Fili had gone on with the story of their quest, though Kili couldn't bring himself to focus entirely on his family, for he was still worrying over Tarya. Supper was long over now and still she had not come to join them.

"I am very sorry that I missed your coronation, Fili," Dis was saying when Kili had finally made up his mind and turned to them. "I would have liked nothing more than to be there and see my son be blessed with the crown of our ancestors."

Fili smiled and was just about to answer when Kili quietly cleared his throat, successfully gaining the attention of the others. "If you don't mind I would like to excuse myself. I – well…"

Dis merely raised her eyebrows slightly but nodded in reply, as did Dwalin and Balin. Fili shot his brother a knowing look as his mother answered. "Don't worry, Kili, you go ahead. I'm in good company," the dwarrowdam smiled kindly. "I will see you in the morning, my dear."

Kili just nodded as he stood up, leaning over the table and pressing a short kiss to his mother's cheek before he turned towards the door and left the dining hall, heading straight for the royal wing.


Tarya heard the door opening slowly from where she was sitting on a big chair by the wall, absently fiddling with the large wall hanging as her gaze was fixed on an invisible point opposite her. She didn't look up as she heard footsteps approaching, but simply kept staring ahead until she felt someone's presence by her side.

The Amarok didn't need to look up at Kili to know that it was him. She had gotten so used to the dwarf that she recognized him simply by the sound his boots made on the floor when he walked, by the strange autumnal scent that she could smell whenever her was near. Tarya didn't say anything for a while, hearing Kili sigh quietly next to her before he crossed the small distance and sat down on the chair opposite her, bracing his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward to look at her face.

"You were not at supper," the brunet dwarf eventually said carefully and it was only then that Tarya finally looked up and met his concerned gaze. "Are you feeling all right?"

The Amarok stared at Kili for a moment before she sighed quietly and shook her head. She took a few moments until she opened her mouth to give him an answer, her voice quiet and tired. "I did not feel like eating."

"Is something the matter?" Kili inquired, his gaze softening as he looked at her worriedly. "I know you are angry with me but I really think –"

"It is not that," Tarya interrupted him with another sigh, causing Kili's eyebrows to rise slightly. She gave him a tired look, shortly running her hand over her face before she spoke slowly. "I talked to Delifra today. Bombur's wife," she said slowly, before her gaze dropped from Kili's eyes to the floor between the two of them and she corrected quietly, "Widow."

There was a short silence between them in which Kili took a deep breath, and it was only a moment before Tarya heard him rise from his chair and walk over to her. Seconds later, his face appeared in her field of vision again as he crouched down in front of her and looked up at her with warm soft eyes. Tarya flinched slightly as his hand found her knee, his thumb stroking soft circles on the fabric of her trousers. The Amarok stayed silent for another moment, her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive manner as she tried to get her plaguing thoughts out of her head.

"Do you ever stop missing them?" she finally asked into the silence between them, her voice barely more than a whisper, but Kili heard her nonetheless and responded with a small sigh and a shake of his head.

"No," he muttered in reply, sitting down on the floor right next to her legs while his hand slipped from her knee down to her calf, absently residing there as he spoke. "But it gets easier with time. Talking to Delifra today was good, Tarya, it was… closure."

"It was the opposite of closure," Tarya murmured. "All the while I was talking to her, telling her of how brave Bombur was and of the stories and recipes that he shared with me along the journey, all I could think about was his body being pierced by a sword on the battlefield and me too slow to help him." Tarya could see that Kili wanted to say something but she just shook her head, shortly clenching her eyes shut before she looked back at the brunet dwarf. "I felt so guilty. He always said that he wanted to introduce me to her, he wanted me to taste her wonderful blueberry cake, he… and now he's dead and there is no comfort that I can give her even though I so desperately wish I could."

"You are not responsible for Bombur's death," Kili answered sternly, looking up at her. "You did what you could as did all of us. That battle was chaos and death in its entirety, and we can do nothing but mourn for those we've lost. It is no use to blame yourself for something you couldn't have prevented. Delifra certainly doesn't blame you. I'm sure she's glad for the stories you can share with her. Maybe she can find some comfort in them."

Tarya stayed silent for a moment and only sighed deeply, until she eventually simply nodded at Kili. She wasn't convinced, and she still felt guilty. That would probably never stop, she thought. But she didn't want to worry the brunet dwarf any more or have him reassure her with words that didn't seep into her mind anyway. Kili remained sitting on the floor for a few more moments before he got up, one hand carefully coming up to the back of her head as he leaned down and pressed a short kiss to her forehead. Tarya didn't move from her position, but didn't resist either. It was Kili who sighed then and he slowly turned away to leave her by herself, but as he did, Tarya slightly turned her head to look after him.

"You didn't tell her about me."

Kili stopped dead in his tracks upon her words, and another quiet sigh left his throat before he turned around again and looked at her with a guilty expression. He stood awkwardly for a moment before he buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket, shaking his head.

"No," he confirmed, walking back the few steps towards her as she pulled up her legs on the chair and folded them beneath her form. "I… I didn't. I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you?" Tarya asked quietly, feeling her stomach fill with something that resembled fear as Kili crouched back down in front of her, looking up at her uncertainly. "You told me so much about your mother, but you didn't mention me in any of your letters to her. Why?"

Kili hesitated and Tarya felt the knot in her stomach tighten uncomfortably at his unreadable expression. The Amarok swallowed dryly before she spoke again, her voice quiet and uncertain. "Are you… were you ashamed of –"

"No!" Kili interrupted immediately before she could even finish her sentence, his eyes widening at her assumption. He shook his head sternly, clearing his throat. "I am not ashamed of anything, Tarya, please do not think that. I love you, and I consider myself very lucky that you feel the same way about me. I'm proud to have you by my side, I could never be ashamed of you or our union."

"Then why didn't you tell your mother about me?" Tarya asked in confusion, still disappointed but slightly reassured by Kili's words. The dwarf sighed and took hold of her hand, carefully pulling her out of the chair so that they were both sitting next to each other on the carpet that covered the cold stone floor, their backs leaning against the chair behind them.

"I could not think of the right thing to say," the brunet dwarf answered her after a few quiet moments and quickly continued as Tarya opened her mouth to reply. "And I know how that sounds but it is the truth. Each time I wrote a letter to my mother, I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her how I met you and how I fell in love with you, how I realized that you were my One and how I asked you to become my wife. And I wanted to tell her how happy I felt when you said yes even though we were about to go to war. I wished to tell her all of what has happened between us, but each time I tried, I couldn't. Because everything I wrote sounded too mundane, too insignificant. I am not good with words, Tarya, and none of them could have conveyed the bond that has formed between you and me. And I did not want to give my mother some inadequate short version of our love within a one-page letter; I wanted her to meet you and to get to know you. I wanted her to see our love for herself, so that she might understand it and accept it, rather than just telling her I had gotten betrothed to an Amarok in a few sentences."

Tarya didn't answer for a moment and simply looked at Kili silently, pondering his words. She understood that it was difficult to tell someone something so important and complicated through a few simple lines in a letter. However, she thought that he should have found a place in his letters for at least a mention of her, if only a small one.

"You should still have mentioned it, Kili," the Amarok said quietly, though not as reserved as before. "How do you think your mother felt when she found out you were betrothed to someone that she had never even heard of? How do you think I felt when I realized that you never even told her about me? You didn't want to make our love seem insignificant with your words, and I understand that, but by not saying anything you made me feel insignificant."

Kili lowered his eyes upon her words and shook his head slightly, at the same time cautiously reaching out and taking hold of her right hand with one of his. As he looked back up at her, Tarya could see the remorse in his warm brown eyes that now looked sad and compunctious. "That was never my intention," he muttered, his hand gripping hers a bit tighter as his thumb stroked light circles over the back of her hand. "I am very sorry if my actions have hurt you. You are far from insignificant, azyungâl, you know that."

Tarya just drew her mouth slightly askew as she stared at their joined hands, before she eventually nodded slowly. She knew that Kili had not meant to hurt her with his actions; he would never do something to hurt her intentionally. He simply hadn't thought of what consequences his lack of mentioning their relationship might have and Tarya couldn't really blame him for that. Kili never really thought things through; she knew that by now. Kili gave her hand a tentative squeeze and Tarya looked up into hopeful brown eyes.

"Do you forgive me?" the brunet prince asked and Tarya sighed quietly, before she offered the dwarf a small smile in return that he mirrored quickly. "Will you accompany Fili and me when we give mother a tour of the mountain tomorrow?"

"I do not think she would appreciate my company that much, Kili," Tarya said reluctantly in reply, and after a little moment of hesitancy, she shuffled over towards him on the floor and leaned her head against the dwarf's shoulder while Kili's arm comfortably wrapped around her waist in return almost automatically. Tarya could hear the small smile in his voice when he answered.

"She only seems a little frosty now because she doesn't know you yet," Kili said, rubbing one hand gently over the side of her arm. "It takes a while until she warms up to strangers, it's always been that way. I guess she is a bit like Thorin that way."

"That's very encouraging," Tarya deadpanned slightly. "Thorin was not particularly fond of me if you remember."

"He might not have been at the beginning," Kili confirmed quietly. "But he grew fond of you over time, even if he had no real way to show it. He respected you and that's the biggest honour he would grant to someone that is not his kin. Believe me, my mother already likes you more than you think. Although she would never admit it out loud, of course."

"Talk about the stubbornness of dwarves," Tarya muttered with a sigh, although she smiled slightly when Kili's chest started to vibrate with his low laughter beneath her head in reply.

"One would think you had gotten used to that by now," he answered with an audible grin in his voice and Tarya slightly pulled away to give him a pointed look.

"One would think," she answered dryly before she settled back against him, shuffling slightly until she felt comfortable leaning half against his side and the chair behind her. They sat in silence for a few moments before Tarya eventually sighed quietly. "I suppose a tour wouldn't hurt."

Kili didn't answer that, simply pulled her against his side a bit tighter as he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her temple in silent thanks.