The air seemed dead around the company as they hiked the entirety of the day and a bit into the night. With three of her closest friends among the company missing, she felt an air of awkwardness return that she hadn't felt since before they entered the Misty Mountains. When they finally set up camp, it was farther than they'd liked, but they couldn't go much longer into the night, as they all needed to settle down and rest.

"Agar?" Bilbo asked as Gloin lit a fire, adding more light to the area around them.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I've learned a lot already, but do you think you could teach me a few extra moves with my sword? You're one of the few that hasn't shown me anything yet."

"Of course. Come on over here." She grabbed the sword she'd been given from Laketown and walked a little farther away from the other dwarves. Bilbo followed with his little elvish blade. She went slow, and taught him how to best block attacks from taller opponents, something the dwarves couldn't really teach him.

It took a little while, but eventually, Bilbo had learned four new defensives and one offensive against big folk. It would probably come in handy at some point. During their session, other dwarves began to spar as well, trying anything to get their nerves out. The only ones who weren't fighting were Thorin, Balin, Ori, Bombur, and Nori, the latter having just been defeated by Dwalin a few minutes ago.

"Care to have a go, lass?" Nori asked.

"Sure." She adjusted the grip on her sword, and followed him back out to the edge of the fire light. "Want me to go easy on you and give you a fighting chance?"

"Nah, I want to see how long I'll last." He made the first offensive move, she parried and made an attack of her own. Their blades flew, but Agarwaen was barely breaking a sweat. Nori was a good fighter, but he was slower than Fili or Kili and his attacks weren't as heavy handed as some of the other dwarves. When the fight went on for a while, Nori, who was out of breath, spoke in between strikes.

"You're going easy on me, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"I thought you said you wouldn't."

"Well if that's what you want..." She changed her style then to mostly offensive, blocking only when she had to, and within seconds, she'd spun around him, and had her blade against his throat, not even bothering to disarm him.

"That...that was faster than I expected." He admitted as they returned to the fire. Dwalin had also just finished off Dori and the two were also seated around the flames.

"She's undefeated against Dwalin, of course it would be that fast." Dori said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Thorin would give her a run for her money." Dwalin grinned, and said king just sighed and shook his head. "Come on, Thorin. Someone's gotta put the lass in her place."

"He doesn't have to, Dwalin." Agarwaen started, a smug grin growing on her face. She was quite interested to see if she could actually beat Thorin in combat. "After all, what dwarven king would want to be humiliated in front of his kin by losing to an elf?"

"Trying to bait me will not work." Thorin said, looking up at her with a slight challenging smile.

"Well then how about a friendly request to test my skill?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. The dwarves tried to persuade him to accept.

"Fine." He sighed and stood up, unsheathing his sword. She smiled as they stepped away from the fire and took up starting stances.

"Go!" Dwalin called, and Agarwaen waited for Thorin to attack. He came at her with a swing for her stomach, which she blocked before making a move towards him. His sword pushed hers away and he made a stab, forcing her to take a step back. She then went for his arm, which was unprotected for a few milliseconds, but he turned and hit her blade away.

He just might have been the fastest out of all the dwarves, and definitely the most quick-witted. He figured out her every move before she could do it, and used the perfect offenses every time. But yet he still could not find an opening to go for the win. She kept her defense extremely solid, leaving only a select few options for successful offensives by him.

Back and forth they went, neither of them able to gain much on the other. It became a game of simply waiting for the other to tire or slip up.

Just when Thorin began backing her up toward the fire, she pushed back or turned them around again.

"I see you're watching my footing." She commented as she parried his blade and they stepped closer to each other. "It's futile. I do not misstep."

"And you watch my left. I've trained since I was a boy to guard both sides." Thorin replied as he pushed her back.

"Then I shall wait for you to tire." She forced him back with a fast offensive.

"Obviously you are not familiar with dwarven stamina." He made a powerful downward swing.

"Nor you with elven patience." She blocked and stepped toward him again.

"You are not patient. You never have been." He said smugly.

"I can be when I want to be." She argued. He was right, but she didn't want to admit it.

"Leaving home because you're bored does have an air of patience to it." He replied sarcastically.

"I left because I wanted more than a simple life." She argued as she tried a new move but was easily deflected.

"Well congratulations, you're about to enter a dragon's lair with us. Nothing simple about that." Their blades were crossed and she tried pushing down on him.

"I love the thrill." She said through clenched teeth as she tried to push the dwarf down, the sharp ends of their blades grinding with an unpleasant screech. Thorin pushed back, her weight doing little to move him.

"The danger is what makes it fun." He agreed as he shoved her back violently with a shout.

Feeling confident, and having the small opportunity to be a little showy, she flipped over backwards and landed back with a battle-ready stance to block Thorin's next attack.

It took him a little by surprise when she responded to his shove by bending her back and flipping over gracefully. The moonlight caught beautifully on one half of her head, making her hair shine like mithril, while the other half of her was illuminated by firelight, where her hair glimmered like embers in the night. The contrast was striking, and in that moment, even he could not deny the famed beauty of the elves.

He clenched his jaw, and blinked hard, snapping himself out of his thoughts and back to the fight at hand. He came at her again, trying hard not to find himself distracted like that again.

Their swords clashed over and over, with no end in sight and the dwarves were getting bored.

"Just end her already." Dwalin called.

"He can't find an opening." Balin told his brother. "This is quite interesting."

"How long do you think they'll go?" Bilbo asked.

"Until one of them gives up or is too tired to keep up their defense." Balin replied.

"They'll be at this until sunrise then. They're both too proud to quit."

"You'd be surprised just how fast it can all end with just one wrong move. That's how Thorin first won against my brother."

The spar went on for another few minutes, before both of them just stood a good few feet apart and caught their breath.

"This is by far the longest it's taken me to beat someone in the last two hundred and something years." She breathed.

"Only two hundred?"

"Legolas, Thranduil's son, fought with me many times back then. We once fought for almost half an hour before he beat me."

"Ah, so you have been beaten."

"Cut me a little slack, will you? I was only just about five hundred years old." She joked.

"Hmm, then how will it feel to be defeated by one who is only one hundred and ninety-five?"

"I fear I shall never know." She started the fight again, making a cut for his left. He blocked and they resumed the moves they'd already done several times over.

"Will you just go down, already?" He asked.

"Getting tired?" She asked with a smug smile.

"No, just bored." He ground out as he parried another of her attacks. She knew she had to get him distracted somehow, but couldn't figure out exactly how. He kept a watchful eye on her footwork and her weak spots, looking for any gap at all in her defence. She'd already tried multiple times to purposefully open a gap in order to get him closer, but he always knew that it was a trap and never fell for it.

Of all the dwarves, he was quickly becoming her favorite to fight. It gave her a challenge, and she was never one to turn a challenge away.

After fighting for so long, the adrenaline started to wear off and her arms felt like they were made of stone. Her breathing became labored, and she could tell Thorin was growing tired as well. So, she started trying anything that might work. Changing her footwork, her style, and switching up her defences did not work, and she was getting frustrated, unwilling to give up.

"Your attacks are getting weaker." Thorin grumbled as their blades met yet again.

"Súlon 'wanna nîf chîn." She muttered back, coming back at him with a much stronger swing.

"What does that mean?" He asked.

"Why would I tell you?" She responded, blocking his sword again.

"Men gamul khagun tabooed dan menu khuzi." He responded, causing Dwalin to bust out in laughter from the sidelines.

"Thiach uanui ar naneth chîn chen hamma." She taunted, not sure what he said to her but she had a feeling it wasn't very nice. When Thorin spared a glance directly into her eyes, his stance faltering ever so slightly, she realized the tone of voice she used far too late. She was so used to saying that in a seductive tone to desperate men to falsely lead them on, that she used the same tone with Thorin. However, his reaction gave her an idea. If he was that stunned by simply her tone, maybe it would be a good distraction.

Thorin was taken by surprise at her tone of voice, low and breathy. It stirred something inside him that he wasn't sure he liked. But perhaps that's what she wanted. Perhaps it was a ploy to make his mind drift from the fight. Two could play at that game.

"Ozirum menu seleku." His voice deep and smooth, paired with a piercing gaze and a small open-mouthed smile made Agarwaen gulp. He caught on to her plan, and now she wasn't sure what to do except go along with it.

"Thostog hui úan." Her words were slow and drawn out before she made another move, he parried, and she stepped forward again, their swords raised between them in an X.

"Namin men burk." He looked up at her between their blades, sticking out his chin and looking directly into her eyes.

"Goheno nin, aranya." She whispered down to him before smirking. Her plan worked, more or less, and he was so focused on coming up with what to say and what exactly was going on, that she now had him in the palm of her hand. His eyes widened at her smirk, and just as he was about to react, she hooked her leg around his, and tripped him backwards. She landed on top of him, held down his right hand above his head, and held her blade to his neck.

"That was rather interesting." Her smile grew at the scowl on his face. Of all the fights he'd lost, this was by far the most embarrassing. Not only did he pretend to flirt with an elf through insults, but now here he was, on the ground with said elf straddling him with her sword to his throat. Yet something about this situation seemed to provoke some strange attraction from him and he wasn't sure why.

"Get off of me." He muttered with a sigh. She laughed and got up, swinging her sword in fancy circles as she walked back to camp where all the dwarves just stared at her.

"What...what just happened?" Bilbo asked, utterly confused.

"I have no clue." She responded, sheathing her sword before sitting down and wiping the sweat from her face.

"Thorin?" Balin asked cautiously, extremely unsure of what to say.

"She's a little snake." The king muttered, unable to keep a smirk off of his face despite having just lost.

"And what about you? Telling her to kiss your axe?" Dwalin chuckled. "Seemed a little harsh to me."

"Ah, so you were insulting me as well." Agarwaen called from the other side of the fire. "Nice to know it wasn't just on my end."

"Get some rest. We start searching in a few hours." Thorin ordered back at her.

"Fine. Le vaethor veleg, Thorin. And that one's not an insult." She said as she laid down, resting her head in the crook of her elbow. She grinned to herself as she fell asleep, smugly satisfied to find out that even a dwarven king could be seduced with words he knew not the meaning to, just as much as any mortal man.

Súlon 'wanna nîf chîn- much wind pours from your mouth

Men gamul khagun tabooed dan menu khuzi- my grandmother is a better warrior than you

Thiach uanui ar naneth chîn chen hamma- you're ugly and your mother dresses you

Ozirum menu seleku- you couldn't forge a spoon

Thostog hui úan- you smell like a monster

Namin men burk- kiss my axe

Goheno nin, aranya- forgive me, my king

Le vaethor veleg- you are a mighty warrior