Blinking slowly, it occurred to Náriel that this was the first in a long time that she had been surrounded by a group of Dwarves. It also occurred to her that half of them she didn't even know.
“Bofur,” she pointed to the hat wearing Dwarf, he looked up and removed his pipe from his mouth and smiled. Narrowing her eyes she looked around, “Balin, Dwalin, Glóin...Oin, Thorin...” Náriel pointed a finger slowly to each Dwarf she quietly named. “The rest of you I do not know, I apologise.” She tried to smile, it was hard to do really, she felt oddly nervous. “I am Náriel, and you that I do not know are...?”
“Bifur,” a dark haired Dwarf stood, it seemed he was to start the late introductions. His hair was flecked with grey, the majority of his beard was of a light grey too, with three braids within it.
“Bombur,” said an orange haired Dwarf, who seemed to have to tear himself away from the scraps that remained on his plate.
“Fíli,” said one with dirty blonde hair, his words were quickly followed by: “And Kíli.” The one that spoke had dark hair.
“Dori,” waved a short grey haired reclining Dwarf.
“Ori,” the one beside him said a little nervously and quietly.
“Nori,” the one beside him spoke while smiling lightly.
Náriel clapped and smiled, “Now we're introduced.”
“Are you really an Elf?” Ori piped up.
“I am, I’m just short.” Náriel smiled, Ori seemed content with this answer, it seemed it was niggling away at him, and wouldn't stop until he had got an answer. She looked down the corridor, she could hear quiet speaking, it seemed Bilbo had regained some consciousness, or at least enough to speak to Gandalf.
Being enveloped in awkward silence, she took a step back and put her hands in her pockets, “I shall leave you to discuss your business.”
“It seems as though our business is also yours considering Gandalf has seen fit to bring you along.” Thorin said while looking at her with a sidewards glance.
She quietly repeated his words with a thoughtful expression. Eventually letting out a quiet hum, she looked to him. “You make me sound like a piece of luggage.” She said while frowning at him. Thorin just raised an eyebrow at her. Náriel frowned even more. “Perhaps space is a good idea, yes?” She turned on her heels and took to exploring the small place she had found herself in. It was nice, cosy even, and warm. Lightly painted and simply furnished with deep coloured wood. She liked it, she liked it a lot.
Blinking slowly she peeked around a corner when she saw Bilbo potter off, looking up the other end she frowned lightly at the sight of Thorin and Balin conversing and sending unregistered looks in Bilbo's direction. Darting around the corner she ran off after him, “Bilbo! Master Baggins, wait please!”
“Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.” The lone voice which was Thorin's singing in the beginning grew in number as he went on. Soon all the Dwarves gathered were standing in front of the fire singing.
Gandalf sat with his back to them, looking straight ahead absent-mindedly smoking his pipe. He looked up when Náriel appeared by his side and sat slowly down. He had seen her try and find Bilbo, or at least catch up to him, she had failed clearly.
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