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(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

Bard was gracious enough to agree to provide a roof over our head. Though we did have to pay him extra, we did not mind so long as the company was safe, warm, and taken care of.

"This is it..." Bard called out bringing the boat close to the docks. "we walk from here."

As the company filed off of the barge, I trailed a bit behind and assisted Bard in tying up his barge to the docks.

"I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you are willing to house a company of thirteen, a halfling and four elves." I stated, tying off one end of the barge to a post.

"You have offered to pay me extra, though it is not needed after the sight I had witnessed. I have never seen Alfrid run away with his tail tucked between his legs without getting one last say. That truly was a sight to see." Bard laughed. "Though I must warn you and your kin. My girls have a slight fascination with elves, never seen one up close and now they will come to face four...they'll never stop bothering you."

"What are their names?" I questioned as Bard stood up and began walking forward.

"My Eldest child is my daughter Sigrid, my second Eldest is Bain, and the youngest is Tilda." Bard smiled fondly. "My pride and joy."

"I can see that." I smiled while we walked on ahead of the group, following his lead. "And your wife?"

"She's no longer with us..." Bard mumbled, looking forward sadly. "And what about those three with you?" Bard motioned behind us, quick to change the subject. "You look at those three like a mother would to her children, though I also assume that they are not yours for the young one called you Aunt."

"You assume correct," I replied, taking a glance behind to see the three of them taking up the rear. Thenidiel between Beriohtarion and Balamaethor, the three of them laughing quietly to themselves. I smiled fondly before looking back to Bard. "they are my siblings kids. The twins belonging to my sister, and the girl belonging to my brother."

"Are they not worried for their children being away from home?" Bard questioned.

"My siblings are no longer with us, my sister entrusted them to me making me responsible for them. My brother died in battle, but unbeknownst to me and him...he had a little girl. The mother of Thenidiel, before she passed on told her to search for me...in a sense she too had entrusted her in my care." I smiled. "It is nice to know that my brother still lives on in her."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Bard replied as he led us around every twist and turns, under bridges and housing areas as some of the people on the sides starred on in wonderment as we walked by.

"What is this place?" Bilbo asked in astonishment, looking curiously around.

"This, Maser Baggins, is the World of Men." Thorin mumbled, looking around tense as we made our way through the group of people.

Silence settled between us as we made our way to where Bard lived until...

"Halt!" Someone yelled from our side. We had turned to the side and looked to see a guard on patrol looking our way

"Come on move!" Thorin mumbled as he began pushing past Bard and myself, rushing forward.

"In the name of the Master of Lake-Town I said Halt!" The guard yelled. "Stop them!"

"Wait!" I called out trailing behind after them.

The company had ducked under another housing unit, only to begin pushing backwards as a guard had cornered them off.

"Get back!" Thorin yelled.

"Oi! Come here!" A different guard yelled out.

Another guard came around the corner and bought up his sword as Ori thrust an oar into the guards face as Bombur knelt on all fours behind the guard who tripped backwards on the oversized dwarf...knocking him straight to the ground. Bard came up beside me as we both watched the scene unfold as the company slowly took down three of the guards and dragged them into the shadows and hid themselves behind any objects they could find.

"Nana!" Beriohtarion and Balamaethor whispered out urgently as they came up on both my sides.

"We have to hide! There are others coming!" Beriohtarion called pushing me forward toward the edge of the docks, looking around for a good hiding spot.

"Quick! Over here!" Balamaethor called out, motioning behind a stack of empty crates.

"Wait...I do not think we have to hide..." I mumbled, looking behind to see more guards headed our way.

"What's going on here." A guard called out as I heard the fast shuffling footsteps of the audience of people that had gathered.

"No time! If we explain I do not think they will listen!" Thenidiel called out. "Hide!"

Balamaethor pushed past me along with Thenidiel and Beriohtarion as they hid behind the crates, but their shove was a little too much and I failed to notice I was standing close to the edge of the floorboards. Or not failed to notice so to speak...but I miscalculated how close I was standing close to the ice coated water.

I fell in...submerged in the ice water. I could feel pins and needles, and a slight bite and numbness over take my body before I slowly made my way to the surface breaking the top layer of the water. With half of my head above water I glared slightly at the three elves that were huddled behind the oversized crates, one (Thenidiel) looking slightly guilty while the other two seemed to be hiding their faces from me though I could see their shoulders shaking.

'We shall see who is laughing once I get out of this water...' I glared slightly as I swam quietly under the dock and listened carefully to the conversation going on up top.

"Stay where you are, nobody leaves!" The guard called out.

"Braga!" I heard Bard call out. "Sorry."

"You," The man spoke, who I assumed was Braga, growled out. "What are you up to Bard?"

"Me? Nothing." I heard Bard mumble out as I suddenly heard a glass breaking. "I'm looking for nothing."

The clinking of armor clashing together, getting louder and closer caused me to assume the guard was moving to investigate where that sound had come from as I stayed perfectly still in the water.

"Braga," I heard Bard call out. "your wife would look lovely in this."

I peaked up from where I was and saw Bard holding up what looked to be a lace like undergarment/corset...I could not tell from where I floated.

"What do you know of my wife?" Braga questioned, taking a step toward Bard who held the garment dangling in one hand.

"I know her as well as any man in this town." Bard replied simply.

A small snicker was heard from where my kin was hidden and I looked to see Balamaethor leaning on his brothers shoulder while Beriohtarion had his face buried at the crook of his elbow.

The sound of footsteps marching away caught my attention as I tried to get a better look and saw a line of guards walking away from the area we were in.

Bard let out a deep sigh as he came to where the company was hidden, assuring them that it was safe to venture out.

I bought my hands up on the docks and pulled myself up, the upper half of my body resting on the dock before pulling myself completely out of the freezing water.

"Nana, we're so sorry." Thenidiel called out in concern as she came to kneel in front of me.

"We didn't mean to push you into the water." Balamaethor said with a bit of strain in his voice.

"You find this funny..." I glared a bit.

"Nonsense Nana." Beriohtarion mumbled out as Bard came over to us with the company following close behind.

"My house is not far from here." Bard mumbled. "We'll stick to the shadows after our little encounter."

Bard looked over at me, his brows furrowed at seeing me now soaking wet.

"What happened to you?" Bard questioned curiously.

"It is not a story I wish to retell..." I stated blankly, taking a quick look to my kin, the twins looking around in an attempt to avoid glancing my way. "I just would really love to get dried off please."

Bard nodded before he began leading us through the intricate maze of Lake-Town, until a young boy came running up to us in a bit of a panic.

"Da!" The boy called out running up to Bard "Our house...it's being watched."

"I assume this is the consequences of the weird behavior with you and Braga..." I mumbled next to Bard.

"Da, who are these people?" The boy questioned, looking up to me.

"If we are seen with you, we could send Alfrid a message on where he can find us." I stated curiously.

Bard nodded a bit unsure before leading us toward his house. As I looked around I noticed some of the looks people were giving us, and these weren't just normal looks like the people around the town were giving...these were quick glances before they went back to doing what they weren't doing a while ago.

'A signal...' I thought looking around as more people followed that example the moment we passed them.

"The Master does not like you very much does he..." I stated looking around.

"Not particularly I'm afraid." Bard replied. "I'm not on his list of favorites."

"Why is that?" Thenidiel questioned, appearing behind us.

"The people of this town favor me over the Master." Bard whispered quietly, smirking a bit.

"Is the Master really that bad?" I questioned curiously.

"You'll understand when you talk to him." Was Bards only reply as we came to a door that the young boy, Bain, opened.

Bard turned around and whistled to two boat men that were fishing in front of his house, catching their attention before throwing them an apple.

"You can tell the Master I'm done for the day." Bard called down below. "You can also send Alfrid a message that the group that had something important to discuss with the Master can be found here."

I followed Bard into his house, thankful for the slight warmth as I moved aside to let the company through.

"Da!" A young voice called out. "Where have you been?"

A blur dashed past me and attached itself around Bards waist.

"Father, there you are, I was worried." An older voice laughed in relief as a tall young woman embraced Bard.

The two girls pulled away as they watched the company of dwarves walk through the door, looking around at the housing structure.

"Da, why are there dwarves in our house?" The young woman asked, sticking close to her father.

"Will they bring us luck?" The youngest asked.

"I met them when I went to retrieve the barrels." Bard replied, heading to a different room while bringing back piles of what looked like clothing and towels. "They will be staying with us until they can get an audience with the Master."

"Why do you need to speak to the Master?" Bain asked, addressing the company.

The dwarves stood tense, not wanting to speak. Bard cleared his throat and handed the bundle into his sons arms.

"Bain, hand these out will you? You too Tilda and Sigrid." Bard called out, handing another pile of clothing into both his daughters arms.

"It may not be the best fit, but they'll keep you warm." Bard replied while getting a fire started in his fire-place.

A large pile of blankets stood in front of me, which I only assumed Tilda was hiding behind, and I smiled sweetly before picking up the bundle and taking the heavy load out of her arms.

"I will help distribute these." I smiled down at her. "Take the heavy fabric out of your arms."

"My word!" Tilda called out, when she looked up to me, her eyes widening in shock. "Sigrid! Look! Elves! Actual Elves!" Tilda squealed out in excitement.

"I've never seen them up close before!" Sigrid called out coming up close to me. "You're so beautiful!"

I smiled a bit embarrassingly, letting out a nervous laugh as I turned to hand out the blankets and some clothing.

I noticed some of the dwarves already beginning to change and I blushed a little when I saw Thorin reaching for the hem of his clothing.

"Um...wait a second." I called out taking Thenidiel by her shoulders. "Wait until we leave the room please..."

I heard Fili and Kili chuckling quietly to themselves as well as a slight chuckle from my nephews, to which I ended up glaring at them for a quick second...silencing the twins who turned their back to me.

"Here." Bard replied handing me two pairs of clothing. "These may be a bit small on you both but...it'll do. They belonged to my wife."

I looked a bit unsure at the clothing he had given me before he placed the clothing in my hands.

"Take it," Bard answered, smiling sadly. "it's okay. Sigrid and Tilda will come in and help with the laces in the back and with some of the wounds you have on you."

I nodded before delicately taking the clothing into my arms and slowly made my way toward one of the bedrooms. I went toward the bed and slowly lowered myself down onto the soft cushion, taking off the weight from my injured leg.

"You are soaked to the bone." Sigrid commented, throwing a blanket over my head, rubbing it around to dry my hair off, being very careful on the wounds on my back. "Where did you get all these bruises?"

I did not answer, but placed my hand upon the girls, halting her movement and took the towel into my own.

"You do not have to do that for me." I smiled up at the girl. "You do not need to serve us because we are your guests."

"We can do it ourselves, you're just in here so you don't see the dwarves changing in the other room." Thenidiel winked, taking off her leather armor.

"At least let us help you with your hair." Tilda smiled up at me excitedly...and I could not say no so I just smiled and nodded to her.

I stripped the shredded coat I wore off and took one of the garments Bard had given Thenidiel and myself. It was a simple dark royal blue, long-sleeved dress that went to at least to my ankles. It was a bit tight around the waist and there was extra layers of fabric from the waist down to keep warm. My bruises were covered, all except for the little cut above my left eye and a small black and blue bruise on my cheek.

"It looks very beautiful on you both..." I heard Sigrid comment sadly from behind me.

I looked to Thenidiel who wore the same kind of dress as I did except it was a brownish color and it was slightly a little big on her form. She held a shawl bundled in her arms and handed one to me.

"Thorin will not know what hit him when he gets a good look at you." Thenidiel whispered as she came close to me. "Lets take another look at that leg of yours Nana, the bandages would need to be changed."

"And we will do your hair!" Tilda called out enthusiastically, going behind Thenidiel the moment she had lowered herself in front of my leg. I sat down and Sigrid smiled before reaching to comb out my hair.

I could feel the bandages peeling away as it had stuck to my skin and the cool air hitting the open wound caused me to hiss quietly to myself.

"The outline of the wound is reddening...do you feel a bit feverish?" Thenidiel questioned. I shook my head no before she huffed out a bit. "Just to be sure...since it was fired by orcs...we need Athelas."

"A-what?" Tilda questioned, braiding a small strand on one side of Thenidiel's head over her ears.

"Kingsfoil." I commented, wincing a bit as Thenidiel wrapped my leg back up.

I could now feel on either side of my head thin strands of single braids in front of my ear as my top half was suddenly pulled back and being braided in the back before being tied off.

"We can't to anything intricate, but I think simple is the best." Sigrid smiled as she began brushing out my hair. "Making it straight would look so pretty."

I smiled before looking to Tilda who was doing something interesting with Thenidiel's hair. They started out with two strands in front of her ears, her hair was pulled back and two of the pairs were pulled back outlining where the hair was pulled while the other pair was loosely pulled back into the middle holding her hair back.

"You look lovely Thenidiel." I smiled.

"I love this style." Thenidiel smiled back to Tilda who began brushing her hair down.

"I can try sew your clothing back together." Sigrid commented taking my clothes into her arms.

"You do not have to do that..." I lightly protested, reaching for my clothes.

"It's alright." Sigrid smiled. "If it cannot be repaired, then I will let you know."

"Your hair is so lovely..." Tilda smiled patting down Thenidiel's hair.

"I hope you boys are decent!" Thenidiel called out, getting to her feet and opening the door just a crack.

Thenidiel walked out with me following close behind, I had Tilda and Sigrid hidden behind me in case the dwarves weren't dressed.

When we ventured into the room the company was huddled in the main room covered in blankets and dressed in warmer attire.

"I see the dress fits." Bard commented, coming to stand beside me.

"It is a bit tight I'm afraid, but it is a lovely dress." I nodding. "Thank you for loaning us these clothes and for your hospitality."

"You're welcome." Bard smiled a bit.

"Have you seen my nephews?" I questioned looking around.

"They're with the two dwarves arguing." Bard stated nodding toward Fili and Kili who were situated by the window sill.

"Arguing?" I questioned.

"Don't know what about." Bard shook his head. "Make yourselves comfortable, at least until the Master comes for you."

I looked around and noticed Thorin was beside another window, his gaze lingered on me for a bit before he took a glance out the window...suddenly lost in his own thoughts and busy looking at something that had caught his attention.

"Thorin...?" I called out quietly, coming over to stand besides him. "Is everything alright?"

When he did not look up at me, I turned to see what had caught his attention.

"A dwarvish Wind-Lance..." Thorin mumbled out.

Through the crack in the window I could see the Wind-Lance he was speaking of, a bit broken down but still standing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Bilbo commented, coming up from behind me.

"He has..." Balin interjected, and I turned around to look at Balin. "The last time we saw such a weapon, the city was on fire."

I placed a hand on Thorin's shoulder causing him to take a glance back up at me before averting his gaze to the ground.

"It was the day that the dragon came, the day that Smaug destroyed Dale." I added in. "Girion, the Lord of the city rallied his bowmen to fire upon the beast, but a dragons hide is tough...tougher then the strongest armor and only a black arrow fired from a Wind-Lance could have pierced the dragons hide."

Balin nodded before looking to Bilbo.

"Only a few of them were ever made." Balin continued. "His store was running low when Girion made his last stand."