#blackarrcw

Aisling looked to the King of Erebor, unlike most who in this predicament would avert their eyes, Aisling kept bright blues upon the royal. Her posture was tall and confident, her hands resting in front of her as her fingers clasped lightly with her own. Bow upon her shoulder and arrows upon her back, at this point it was merely a habit to carry her weapons around. Auburn curls were loose upon her shoulders, cascading down her back like a flow of lava fresh from a volcano. Why was she in this predicament? Well .. she had slept with the youngest Prince out of wedlock.

"I do not regret my actions" Aisling stated her voice not wavering or wobbling under the pressure. Her brother stood beside her to the right, while Kili stood to the left. "Just like I told my brother, I love Kili, more than anything in this world. He is mine and I am his." She begun, noticing how Balin and Dwalin raised their brows, Fili the heir and eldest of the two brothers, couldn't help but have a small smirk. "You can reprimand us all that you like, but I will not stand here and tell you that I do not love him or what we did was foolish and not out of love, because I would be telling lies" Her character was strong, even now where she should be acting with perhaps more respect than she was.

The fight had broken out, knights upon villagers. Robin's men were at her side, her sword upon her side yet she opted for the use of her bow and arrow instead. She kept up on her own, yet she heard a voice in the distance. It was Much. He called out her name, but it was too late, she had realised too soon. The arrow head from the archer hit her on the side. Making Aisling kneel down briefly. She reached for her sword, deciding to use that instead to try and defend herself.

"Robin! Your sister!" Much called to his best friend, to alert him of what had happened. They were outnumbered.. Aisling didn't remove the arrow, keeping it in her side despite the pain, she knew once that arrow came out then she would only start bleeding more. Little John took down the Knight, one arm reaching under Aisling to try and pull her back to her feet. "Come on.. try to stand." He stated, using his free hand to take down anyone that got in their way.

Aisling sat with the company of not her own kin, but Kili's. Here they sat by the fire, it wasn't cold out yet the heat emitting from the dancing flames was surely welcomed. They laughed and chatted, just as those did in what would be a tight knit family. "So do you have any talents Aisling?" Ori asked, the redhead looked up from the fire toward the other that spoke, feeling a small smile pull at her features. "Other than archery! Aye we all know ye are good at that" Balin interjected.

Aisling glanced toward Kili momentarily, "Well, I've been told by my brother that I can sing, though I do not do it much" she replied, she did not have an instrument.. so she did not have a choice but to sing it without. "Well, go on then, we won't make fun of ye" Aisling decided in that moment to close her eyes. It was easier than have them all staring at her.

"Sing me a song of a lass that is gone..Say, could that lass be I.." She started to sing quietly, the company remained quiet, they were listening, that was a good start. Her voice was sweet and bright, having that almost perfect lilt to sing in such a genre. "Merry of soul she sailed on a day..Over the sea to Skye" and so she carried on, hearing the small crackle of wood from the fire in front. "Footprints of sand .. Following those who walked .. And wondered and sighed .. Step by step. I go where they lead.. And hold my heart open wide"

@blackarrcw said: these guards will know we have no business here. - Legolas to Frodo

accepting @blackarrcw sent: sanctuary - from Thorin

Lark wasted no time in grasping Thorin's hand and pulling him into the darkness of her bed chambers. She swiftly closed the door and locked it.

There was a series of footfalls against porcelain floors that sent a shiver down her spine. Fortunately, they moved away from her room.

❝ Foolish. What are you doing here, Thorin? You would have been captured! ❞

Five Words

There's a pause as he tries to find his words. What clever lie should he weave. After all, he wasn't expecting Thorin to walk in on him playing with the ring. Something he had hidden from the group for so long now.

Carefully he swallows, finding it hard to clear his throat. "I..It's actually from my mother. Her wedding...I keep it close because..well, she was very dear to me." Mentally he was cursing himself. How dare he bring his mother into this.

♘ ♘ ♘

Éomer looked upon the elf prince with disbelief, seeing him standing there before him. He thought he had fallen in battle, taken down at last by one of the massive Uruk-Hai. The horse-lord and dwarf, Gimli, were wondering where the elf had gone, fearing his fate.

They had not known one another long, and had nearly been driven to a fight upon first meeting, but now the elf was one the horse-lord considered a good friend and ally. It would sadden him to lose Legolas, and so soon.

"Aye, that I see, as you stand whole and uninjured before me! I thought you had been killed, but I see that was false."