[The Mountain is still an imposing peak at their back, Dale and charred ground between them and Erebor, but as the city walls shrink, the terrain changes. Sparse tufts of vegetation gradually thicken into grass and shrubs and trees. These aren't their mountains, their woods, but out here, they'll be alone and undisturbed.
The place to lead Fíli to is nothing all that special or breathtaking, just a clearing in a patchy forest, and although Kíli stops here and looks at his sister with a smile and a sweep of his arms, showing off their secret hideout, he would have liked to take her somewhere a little more exciting. This place is peaceful, perhaps a spot to sit beneath the stars. A stream winds through the trees, its burble soft and steady, and the only other thing to stand out is the target that Kíli has fashioned himself, set up against one tree and riddled with marks.]
What do you think? Worthy of a name we've thought up?
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The place to lead Fíli to is nothing all that special or breathtaking, just a clearing in a patchy forest, and although Kíli stops here and looks at his sister with a smile and a sweep of his arms, showing off their secret hideout, he would have liked to take her somewhere a little more exciting. This place is peaceful, perhaps a spot to sit beneath the stars. A stream winds through the trees, its burble soft and steady, and the only other thing to stand out is the target that Kíli has fashioned himself, set up against one tree and riddled with marks.]
What do you think? Worthy of a name we've thought up?
[He wants Fíli to like it here, at least.]