Alrighty, I completely suck at writing fights or battles of any kind, so bear with me through this chapter. I tried my hardest and spent like, an hour watching videos on how to sword fight and learning about axes and dual wielding, so I hope that helped this scene turn out at least decent.

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The dwarves cheered and yelled from their spots on the ground as Fili and Kili sparred in front of them in the yard. Agarwaen took a seat with them, and watched as they battled it out, Fili with just one of his swords, and Kili with his. They were both skilled fighters, but had much to lean in her opinion. Their fight ended a few moments later when Fili disarmed his brother. Nori then went to challenge Fili, and it lasted for a while before Fili won again.

"I am undefeated!" He cheered, now feeling rather cocky. "Who dares challenge the champion?" He then fought against Bofur and Gloin just barely winning with the latter.

"How about you get in there and try to defeat him?" Kili asked Agarwaen, loud enough for everyone to hear. A few voiced their agreement.

"Even with the conditions of my hands, It wouldn't be a fair fight." She shook her head with a smile.

"I'll take it easy on you, don't worry." Fili joked.

"Fine, but only if you use both of your swords." She said as she stood up, and started removing the bandages on her hands, wiping the sticky salve off as best she could. They'd healed a little bit since yesterday, so it wasn't so bad. She ignored Oin's annoyed look at her daring to mess up the healing process.

"There's a reason why we only give him one, lass." Bofur said with a laugh.

"I know. But I've been handling a blade for seven hundred years. He deserves to have a chance." She shrugged, picking her sword up off the table on the veranda. She unsheathed it, and spun it a few times, testing her grip. Her hands were still slightly oily, but she'd managed. She never had too much trouble with hands covered in blood before. She then walked over to Fili, who gave his twin blades a few swings.

Muttering of bets began floating around the group, and Dwalin called the start. Fili was at her in an instant, blocking her reactive swing with one blade, and attacked with the other. She stepped out of range, extremely mindful of her footwork, and parried the second blade before turning her sword and making a stab which he blocked with his first sword. The sharp edges rubbed, making an unpleasant sound, but it was soon replaced with more clashing metal, over and over at incredible speed.

Fili was surprisingly well practiced with dual wielding, which was a rather difficult skill to acquire. It only made each strike stronger and more deadly. He blocked with mostly his left, and attacked with the right, which told her she needed to get rid of his right sword. She took a step toward him, he double parried, and right before he could make another offensive move, she raised her sword and closed the gap between them and kicked him in the stomach, just enough to send him stumbling back. It took only a second for him to regain his balance, but now he was getting worried. She was fast. Faster than any enemy he'd ever fought before, and with each block came a strike. She pushed him father and father away from the center of the battling ground, forcing him to switch up his footing and turn the fight to the right. She evaded every attack from each sword perfectly, which most people couldn't do, and then began attacking his defense, bringing his attention away from his offence, as he tried to keep his head on his shoulders. He made an attack with his defensive arm, trying to put some more space between them, but she dodged and twisted her sword around his right blade, flicked her wrist, and the blade went flying. The crowd around them erupted with shouts and amazed cheers.

Now with only one blade, he quickly switched it to his right hand, and had to remember where all of his weaknesses were. He couldn't effortlessly protect his left side now, and with the length of her blade being much longer than his, he knew he was going to be through in a matter of seconds. He swung, she parried, stepped forward, pushed him down with her free hand, and stepped on his blade when it hit the ground, his hand still wrapped around the hilt. He looked up to see her sword at his neck. He let go of the sword and put his hands up. The dwarves only got louder. She dropped her sword to her side, and took her foot off of his blade.

"You're good." He said, fairly winded.

"I told you. At least having two bought you some time." She bent over and picked up his other sword to give to him. "Elven warriors with light swords may not be much in terms of brute force, but speed and agility, that's what you have to look out for."

"Maybe you could teach me a thing or two sometime. Do you practice duel wielding with those daggers of yours?"

"Yes, quite a bit, actually. It's fun to use when you're feeling risky." She smiled. They looked over to see squabbles starting among the dwarves over bets and money.

"Happens quite a bit around here, that."

"I figured. How could a simple elven lady even hold a candle to the mighty prince Fili?" She asked. "It was a good fight though. Work on evenly distributing offence and defence between both hands, and you'll be set."

"Thanks, it was a good fight. I'll work on that."

"Well since you've beaten Fili, now it would seem you're the undefeated one." Kili grinned.

"I care not for boasting, gwein cadhad." She smirked. Bofur elbowed Dwalin, who stood up. He couldn't just leave her the top fighter of the day.

"Well then how about I save you the trouble then?" He picked up one of his axes.

"If you'd like to try, of course." She turned back to meet him on the empty space of grass.

"Ever crossed blades with an axe before, lass?"

"Yes, but not very often." She answered, taking up her starting stance.

"I'll try not to cut your arms off."

"Good idea, try aiming for the head instead. Much more effective." Her sarcastic side slipped out unintentionally. All her life, it was something she was taught to restrain, and bury deep, deep, down inside of her. And she did. For the most part. The group laughed, and Dwalin grinned.

"Looks like we're rubbing off on you." He adjusted his grip on the axe.

"It's always been there. I'd have ended up dead if I used it earlier with you, is all."

"You're not wrong."

"Enough with the chatting!" Dori called. "Go!"

Dwalin wound up his swing, bringing the axe around in a circle before swinging parallel to the ground, aimed at Agarwaen's middle. She took a step back, and as he brought it around and down, she stepped closer again, and blocked the hit with her sword, just enough to push it slightly to her left as she sidestepped to the right. Dwalin changed his hand position further up to make his strikes faster, and tried catching her sword with the underside of the axe's blade, but to no avail. She slipped around him easily, and he found himself struggling to keep up with his defence. It went on for a while, her waiting for an opening, and him trying to figure out how to get her to back up without opening a spot for her to strike him.

Eventually he decided just to go for it, and as he blocked a downward swing from her with the haft of his axe, he twisted her sword out of the way and kicked her like she did to Fili, only realizing afterwards that elves were not built like dwarves when she landed flat on her back. She surprised him, however, when she didn't stop when she fell, and just let her legs travel over her head, until they hit the ground, and in one fluid motion, she pushed herself up and was back on her feet as if nothing had happened.

Now that she knew she wasn't likely to beat him with just her sword, and things would have to get rough, she rushed him and deflected another downward strike. With lightning speed, she threw her sword out of reach of Dwalin, but close enough that she could grab it if she needed, jumped on top of his right arm, which he held the axe with, crossed her legs around it, and grabbed the axe with both her hands on either side of his.

The dwarves watching stood up in shock with eyes as wide as saucers.

Confused as to how to react to such an unusual move, Dwalin just took her to the ground with him. She let out a soft grunt as she hit the ground, then twisted left the axe left. Twisting his wrist made him drop it, and she tossed it well out of reach.

"So you want to brawl, eh?" The dwarf asked, winding up his fist.

"Not really." She replied, her sword now at his throat.

"Very clever." He said as she forced him to let go of her leg and back up. "No one's ever beaten me like that before."

"I've never beaten anyone like that before." She said as they got up, and she retracted her blade. "That was entirely improvisation."

"Then I commend you, lass. Nice to see that someone in this Mahal forsaken bunch can fight." He patted her roughly on the back.

"Two someones." She responded with a grin. "I honestly think I might've died had that gone wrong." She then turned around to see the entire company staring at her with open mouths and wide eyes. Even Thorin, who hadn't been paying much attention to the sparring before she stepped up, looked impressed. She gave a nervous laugh, and took her hair out of her ponytail, which now had an infinite amount of loose strands and bits of grass stuck in it.

"The only one who's ever been able to defeat Dwalin is uncle." Kili muttered in awe.

"I think this calls for a round of drinks!" Bofur cheered, and the other dwarves joyously agreed.