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Who: Anyone [Open]
What: A shopping trip to the market
When: Post Fairy Tale Event
Where: The Market
Warnings: None at this time
Notes:

Now that he wasn't enchanted, Kili had decided that it was time to visit the market. When he'd explored the place with Tauriel he had not focused on necessities, wanting to show 'Rapunzel' the world instead. He had faint memories of the stalls and vendors and realized that since the market might change to something less hospitable, he should gather what supplies he could before they lost access to the place.

As he wandered the stalls, he tried not to garner too much attention, remembering the Head Librarian's warnings not to upset the locals. As promised, he had coin enough to pay for what he needed, and a bit more if he was careful. Browsing the stalls, he took note of food and other supplies that might improve their stay in their new home. Occasionally he would stop his search to look around to see if he recognized any of the others who now called the Library home.

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"I have experience with bargaining but they seem to want the effort more than skill." It had been strange. Maybe he had looked unusual enough that it had added a novelty to the negotiations. "Or they are too curious about the strangers in the market to put effort into the deal."

It was strange. He felt that he should know this elf but Kili could not remember why. They had not met in Mirkwood and Kili had avoided most of the elves while bespelled. "I thought the same but I do not remember where we might have met." Why couldn't he remember? "I am Kili of the House of Durin. My brother Fili is also here. Perhaps you met him?"

"Huh." Elladan shrugs back. "Well, for that I will be grateful, in which case! Far be it from me to refuse good will from strangers!"

"Ah!" Elladan points, and then nods enthusiastically. "Of course! Your brother was one of those who contacted me, yes, but I have seen you before, a long time ago, for me. At a distance, and I do not think you actually saw me. But you were with Thorin Oakenshield, when he passed through Rivendell."

"It is better treatment than what I've seen in some markets. Sometimes they are suspicious of strangers." Perhaps not elves, but dwarves... His kin had been wanderers. That did not always give them the best reputations.

"Did you speak to him before or after the enchantment?" He might need to explain his brother's behavior if it had been when they were all bespelled. Studying Elladan, Kili tried to remember if he had seen him. He might have but there had been so much going on that he could not be certain. "I believe you're right. I do not think I saw you. Please forgive that lapse."

He could almost imagine what his uncle would say about him apologizing to an elf but the Library was no place for old grievances. Such things should be put aside. "My brother and I are the only ones from the Company that found our way here."

"All merchants are such, I have found. Some claim to dislike elves, for our supposed 'magic', some dislike dwarves, for your supposed 'greed', they even claim to dislike their own folk for supposed 'dishonesty'! I suspect merchants are never truly happy unless they have something to complain about." Elladan shrugs and looks blank.

"There was an enchantment? I do not believe so?"

He shakes his head with a smile. "No, no - Tis I who should be apologising. Lord Elrond is my father, you see, and he was most upset with us for the... eh. Drunken singing that greeted you when you crossed the Bruinen."

"Perhaps there are fewer differences between elves and dwarves than I was taught." His family had reasons for their prejudice but Kili had been too curious to simply accept the opinions of others. He hoped that those sentiments could be put aside since none of the elves seemed bothered by the dwarves that lived in the Library.

"We were enchanted so that we thought ourselves characters in stories from another world. I thought I was a thief." A strange turn considering Elladan's comment about dwarves and greed. "I nearly forgot everything except what happened in the story."

A strange, frightening idea that he hoped never happened. "You were one of the singers?" He grinned at that, pleased that Elladan wasn't quite as reserved as many elves that Kili had met. "I thought it was a fine greeting. It was better than how most welcomed us."

"Eh. Old prejudices die hard." He says cheerfully. "And it is difficult to make peace when at least half your party vividly remembers the very first insult." Elladan thinks his elders should settle down, but he understands how hard it can be.

He shudders a little. "That does not sound at all pleasant, and I am sorry you were caught up in it, Master Kili. Are such things commonplace here?"

He grins and ducks his head, pleased. "There may, or may not, have been significant amounts of wine and a bet involved. Father told us we should have had better manners than to be rude to our guests."

"If they ever do." Sometimes he thought Thorin would never accept the help of others, but perhaps if he had not caught the dragon sickness...

It was different for him since the insults were stories to him instead of memory. Even if he had not fallen in love with Tauriel he would have considered accepting the help of elves.

"To a dwarf, that was a warm welcome." But he could imagine that Elladan had probably been subjected to the kind of lectures Thorin gave Kili when he was caught in mischief. "Elders are the same no matter where they hail from. They think we should be proper and boring."

"Well - we the younger generation can make the necessary steps, eh?" Elladan grins at him. "So far, I have not had any issues with dwarves, but then, I am also not an Elven king with a very pretty and expensive shiny that I am haggling with you over price about, and there are no dragons in the picture. So! I'd say we are off to a good start."

He rolls his eyes emphatically. "Yes! Well, Glorfindel isn't bad, but the Captain is... different. As if I haven't heard rumour that father was just as bad, when he was younger."

"There was a crown in the Library that almost matched those shinies, but it was a trick. Now that I'm not influenced by magic, I'm relieved that the Elven king was not here. He might have had me locked up for trying to keep it." But the crown was gone along with the spirits of the rogue and Rapunzel. They were safe, temporarily, at least from the lure of treasures.

"The Captain? Do you mean Tauriel or is there another captain that was brought here as well?"

"Hah!" Elladan grins at the thought. "Well it could be worse - you and I, we only known Thranduil. But Glorfindel used to tell us stories of Thingol, the Elvenking of Doriath long ago, and I know my sister loved the tale of Beren and Luthien, but Thingol, it seems, is even worse with the shinies."

"Tauriel?" He blinks at Kili and shakes his head. "No - I was referring to Glorfindel. He is Imladris' Captain, and so he is mine as well, you see."

"And people think dwarves are the only ones interested in shinies." His tone was meant to tease but Kili was surprised by the idea that the other elven kings were so interested treasures. He knew some of the stories but hearing an elf tell him that they were true... That was unexpected. "I have heard some of the stories, but are they just stories or are they true?" It was hard to tell what was true and what was fiction considering his kin's dislike of elves.

"Have you met her? She was a captain before she came here." That was not exactly true but Tauriel was the one who should explain her exile, not Kili. "I have not met Glorfindel. I don't think. Unless it was when I was bespelled."

"To be fair to Thingol and the dwarves, who were... Broadbeams, I believe, not Longbeards like you and your family - they were dealing with a Silmaril, which has historically developed a reputation for making otherwise sane people do increasingly insane things." Elladan allows.

He grins at Kili and drops the bombshell "Oh, they're true all right. Thingol is my great-great-great grandfather - Luthien and Beren and my ancestors. Why else do you think my father is called 'Half-elven'?"

He shakes his head. "No, I don't think so, but I don't spend as much time in Thranduil's Halls since Legolas grew up and it became Mirkwood, so I don't know everyone there. And trust me, if you met Glorfindel, you would remember him - he's kinda... noticeable."