Erebor could be an extremely busy place. Dwarrow's running about all over the place, the Kingdom was always alive, even in the dead of night there was always some poor sod running about like he'd lost his head. Tahlaia was very slowly getting used to the whole atmosphere, she still very much preferred the outdoors and the noises of nature rather than large crowds, but, she was working on fitting in with society so had to deal with it.

At the current moment she had found herself a quiet vantage point in the great kingdom that had an almighty view. This little outcove overlooked the forges that where forever melting and creating. She was lead to believe that it had once been part of a pathway which had never been restored due to it's unpopularity, the only light was from the fire of the forges below. Tahl loved to watch the Dwarrow's as they got on with their work, it was high enough up that the sound was muffled when it reached Tahlaia's ears but at the same time it wasn't completely quiet. A nice mix to watch and admire the work that these men and women crafted with care and skill.

The little Dwelf had though that she was alone up in the rafters, however hearing footsteps approaching her she turned to see who was approaching.

Tag: Kíli