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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 believe that too." With all his heart. This was a new beginning for all of them. Here the people that Kili cared for were safe from the fate of their world.

"They might sell plants in the market. I did not pay too much attention to those things but we can look now." It would allow them to spend more time together and give Tauriel something to think of instead of lingering over the purpose that she had lost. "Even if I had, I learned only what was necessary about plants. I was more interested in my uncles forge than the kitchens."

There would probably be something for sale in the market or they would be able to convince one of the herb sellers to part with a few plants. Gently squeezing her hand, Kili smiled up at Tauriel, pretending he did not notice how fond she seemed of the flowers. "We shall. Once we have the pots and herbs, we should find flowers for you to plant. Not all things should be practical. Some things should be meant simply for beauty."

"Oh I was a terror in the kitchens." She laughed at the memory of it. "Everything I touched seemed to burn. As a child, when I first came to Thranduil's halls I was assigned to work there, and I cannot tell you the number of minor fires I caused. I was quite ill-suited to the task, and was more useful in the gardens. When I joined the guard, I think the cook was more pleased than anyone, she threw a party even. Her pots were finally safe."

She continued through the stalls, looking for plants and pots, but still continuing the conversation. That was more enjoyable than shopping.

"What sort of work did you do in the forge?"

"Were you invited to the party." His teasing was gentle since he knew that it had probably frustrated Tauriel that she had never masted the skill needed for cooking. "I was a bit better than that. My mother was very careful in her lessons. So were my cousins." Despite being so far from home, the memory was comforting. He had been rambunctious but his family had always been patient with him.

Occasionally, he pointed out plants that seemed familiar. Some seemed to be native to the world that the portal opened up to and some seemed like variations of the ones that they had at home. Some of them might interest Tauriel.

"Most of the time it was whatever work that could be had. Things that were needed around homes and farms. Thorin taught us more than that but blades were what interested me more than making horseshoes and trinkets."

"Oh no, she was happy to be rid of me, I think. She was not the kindest of guardians." She picked up a particular plant, inspecting it carefully with critical eyes before returning her gaze to him. "She was never cruel, of course, but we disagreed more often than not, and I was not exactly the most well-behaved child."

The plant she was inspecting seemed acceptable, and she purchased it and a few others. Sage, mint, and lemon balm. All things that would give her a strong and refreshing scent. She liked the idea of having something fresh and alive to make her feel more connected to nature once more. That was what she missed most, she thought.

"And how is it you became an archer?" It seemed an unusual skill for a dwarf, but she could be wrong. In truth, before this she had never spent time with any of them.

"Still rude not to invite you." But then dwarves liked parties and would feel slighted if not invited. Even if the party was to celebrate the 'guest of honor' being removed from the kitchens. Before Tauriel elaborated on the cook's behavior, he wondered if she might have been less than kind to a little girl. Thankfully his worries weren't true. "I never would have expected that of you," he teased gently. "You always follow orders perfectly."

Although Kili did not really know about plants, he looked them over as well. Glancing at the bouquet he had bought Tauriel, he found flowers that were similar and looked like they were healthy. "What about these, bakanî?

"It was something I picked up when we were working as guards. One caravan had a group of archers that did not mind teaching an overly curious dwarf." They should have been. Kili had not been exactly patient when he kept asking the archers for lessons. "It turned out to be a good skill to have. Even when we weren't dealing with giant spiders."

His teasing made her laugh, and her eyes sparkle merrily at him. "Luck for you, I creatively interrupt those orders when necessary." And downright defy them.

Suddenly, her last confrontation with Thranduil came to her mind, and her eyes changed, suddenly her gaze became harder, and more distant, as she thought of those darker things. She recalled how she defied and raised her bow against her King, and the fury in his eyes as he broke her bow and asked her if she was ready to die for her love. The physical threat had not been as painful as the words, and she had not really taken the time to process it. There had been far more pressing matters to attend to.

But now was not the time to dwell on the past either, and she forced her mind back to the present and to Kili. When he held up the flowers she forced herself to smile and took them to look them over.

"Yes, they will be lovely." She agreed. "Hopefully they will have enough light."

Right now, she wanted him to keep talking. She rather enjoyed his stories, and he had her complete attention once more.

"Did you often learn skills from those you were escorting?"

Edited 2015-09-07 02:01 (UTC)