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Training

Date & Time: October 13
Location: Simulation rooms
Characters: Celebrian and Kili. Guest appearance from Galadriel and possibly Fili
Summary: Kili wants Celebrian to practice using her sword with him.
Warnings: Sword practice and possibly blood.

When Kili had asked her to practice with him, she'd been a bit apprehensive. Mostly for the fact that he'd gotten himself killed for her and while she was grateful and had come to terms with that, she was not comfortable with the idea of directing a sword against him. Practicing with her mother was entirely different, she knew she couldn't hurt her mother. Galadriel had a great deal more experience with a blade than Celebrian wanted.

Dressed in trousers, boots and a tunic, the she-elf collected Diamond-Cutter from beside her bunk and left for the simulation rooms. She probably looked a bit out of place with a blade, few would even imagine her to know how to hold one let alone own one.

She arrived before he did, glad for the time to stretch and mentally prepare herself for the thought of sparring against a friend- no, someone who had become family while here. And the nephew of the one that had crafted this sword for her.

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Kili was a little late. It was easy to lose track of time here, particularly when he was caught up in a conversation with his brother, and he was a little out of breath when he arrived, his cheeks a bit pink and his sword buckled to his hip.

"Sorry I'm late," he panted, pushing his hair back behind his ear. "I hope you haven't had to wait long."

Celebrian looked to him with a faint smile. It was good that he didn't mention he'd been with Fili or a new kind of guilt would start to eat at her for taking him away from Fili. She knew how much he had missed his brother before Fili had arrived and the she-elf sometimes felt like she were intruding.

"Oh no, it's alright. It hasn't been long and I thought I'd just warm up while I wait."

"Oh good."

Kili smiles, relieved, and unsheathes his sword. "I'm...sure you already know to be careful. Too hard of a hit can break bone, if it lands just right, and obviously we don't want to accidentally maim each other."

He grins.

Celebrian drew her own blade, noting how comfortable it had become in her hands. Hands that had never intentionally hurt another living soul. And hopefully never would.

"I do. My mother and I have been working together. It's been a long time since I first learned how to hold a blade."

And that had only been the basics then. Defending herself had never been anything she really needed to worry about.

"Me too," Kili agreed cheekily. He'd been trained to be a warrior from his earliest days. As soon as he could hold a blade, he'd learned how to wield one properly.

"Easiest way for me to learn was sparring."

Oh, very funny Kili. If she were a much younger elf and prone to deviousness, she might have stuck her tongue out at him. As it was though, she was a couple thousand years old and raised much better than that... Ignoring the fact that, as an elfling, she'd been active and ruined several dresses before her parents and conceded to trousers and a shirt for her when she played.

And it was almost funny how Kili had about the same idea as Galadriel had, training and practicing with Celebrian to get her used to a blade and learn how to properly protect herself.

"I believe that's the same way the twins were taught."

"The twins?"

He looks to her curiously, giving his sword a few practice swings to be sure the balance is the same. He's been training mostly with his bow lately, and it's been a while since he's taken his sword out.

Thorin and Dwalin would have words with him if they were here and knew.

"Elladan and Elrohir, my sons. They're just barely more than a century old now. I think you'd get along with them."

She held her sword almost carefully, reminding herself quickly of what Galadriel had taught her since she'd picked up a blade here in Exsilium. After a moment of uncertainty, she looked to Kili with a faint smile and a nod to tell him that she was ready.

In a way, she wasn't at all ready. It was hard to look on her mother or Kili and to practice with them, not being able to see anyone but her loved ones rather than the UE soldiers she might one day be forced to defend herself against.

"I didn't know you had twins."

Of course, Kili was usually asking if Celebrian had siblings, so it's not too surprising. He waits for her signal before readying himself. He's not sure how good Bri is, so he'll go slow to start and just see how it goes.

A feral sort of excitement lights up his eyes. He really needs to get Fili to do this more with him. He misses it. The first swing will be slower, easy to deflect.

"Oh yes, I have three children. Arwen was born just a week before the Initiative saw fit to bring me back."

Oh, she really missed Arwen and her boys. She knew that everyone would be alright, Arwen had been here already and she'd been all grown up then. Grown up in Exsilium when Celebrian hadn't even been married yet. Time travel...

Part of her was grateful that Kili was taking it easy on her to start and part of her wished he wouldn't. If he wasn't, she wouldn't be able to focus on the fact that this is Kili. It can't be helped though, not right now, and she almost easily deflected his attack.

"Back?"

Kili's tone is questioning, but he doesn't stop. Training mind and body at the same time was something Dwalin was always did on Kili.

He swings again, a little trickier this time.

It was trickier that time to react to his movement and it stopped her from replying for a moment. Dwalin would probably be very disappointed in her skills if he were there.

"When I was first brought here, I was still just betrothed. After some time, I was returned to Middle Earth. I married and had children. Then I was brought back."

And Galadriel became even more of a mama bear for awhile, since she was still recovering from Arwen's birth. Her mother had practically forced her to bed, to rest and had even come over to her apartment to make sure she was resting and to fuss over her.

Dwalin would be very disappointed. But Kili wouldn't know what he would say in the situation because training a) a girl and b) and elf is sort of a different scenario than anything Kili's seen him do.

This though, is something he's never heard Celebrian talk about, and he's interested. But also, training. Celebrian has an advantage as far as height goes so it's a little trickier for Kili.

"Seems like they can't leave well enough alone, can they?"

Swing, swing. Come on, Bri. Step it up a notch.

Neither of which were things that Celebrian gave any consideration to since she liked dwarves and plenty of elf-women were warriors. And she was probably one of the few elves that could probably soften up any member of Thorin's company. She'd done well with Thorin after all, for what little time he'd bee there.

"They really can't but I'm not sure I have it in me to hold a grudge for it."

And nobody was surprised to hear her say so.

Oh but Kili, what if she doesn't want to? She knows that she has to but fighting... She'll try.

Kili shakes his head and laughs, his expression somewhere between incredulous and amazed.

"You...are one of a kind, milady."

But really, this is a sad training session. If Bri isn't going to step it up of her own volition, Kili will just have to make her.

"We all are."

Have at her Kili. As much as she doesn't want to have to 'fight' him, she could probably keep up for awhile. At least, as far as it was training and not actually a 'fight for your life' kind of session.

Kili snorts at the comment and puts talking on hold for a bit. He's curious as to what Celebrian's really got hidden beneath that sweet exterior. Gradually, a little at a time, he gets more and more into the spar, picking up speed as his grin grows wider and fiercer.

Not much, really. She was one of the children that brought home all the injured animals to take care of. Still, she has been working with Galadriel so she keeps up with his own moves. The change of pace is enough to change her mindset, to get her to actually work harder.

She's not much for offense and mostly just defends herself but there are a few times where she tries to turn it against him, to make him defend himself.

Drawn by the sound of sparring, Galadriel quietly opens the door and steps in. When she spots just who, exactly, is practicing, she decides to stay and watch. So she stands quietly in the corner, observing and taking note of things that she wished to address in Celebrian's training later on.

When Fili enters, the training session seems to be well underway and he doesn't interrupt, finding himself a corner of his own to watch from. He first takes note of Celebrian's sword, the same one that had stood out immediately the day he'd met her. From there, his attention wanders to the fourth occupant of the room.

The elf is a striking figure. Like him, she's standing out of the way, watching the sparring pair.

Fili thinks of what Kili told him, the oath he was given.

Galadriel is quick to notice the addition to the room and also quick to reason out who it must be. There are even fewer dwarves than elves in Exsilium, after all. And, of course, the family resemblance does help matters. She makes her way quietly to his side and offers a slight nod of greeting.

"Master Fili, I presume."

Unconsciously, Fili stands straighter, but bows as she addresses him. "At your service." He lifts his head and hazards his own conclusion.

"Lady Galadriel?" Both her name and Celebrian's don't roll off the tongue easily, he's finding; to tell the truth, he feels a little self-conscious. "My brother has spoken of you."

"As he has of you." She answers with a smile. "And I am certain that he does not speak of me with nearly so much fondness."

He remembers how to return her smile, drawing himself up again. "Kili holds you and the Lady Celebrian in high esteem," he replies. Fondness may be reserved for Celebrian, but the quietly pleased sort of pride in Kili when he'd mentioned Galadriel's acknowledgement of his actions had been good to see.

"It's an honour to meet you."

She gives another little dip of her head. "As it is to meet you. I am only sorry that this meeting has been so long in the making. You must forgive me for it; my mind has been troubled as of late."

Those are unexpected words, the apology and the remark that follows (but then, the elves they've encountered have been surprising).

Fili shakes his head slightly. "There's nothing to forgive, my lady." Pausing, he considers that she must mean all of this – the UE attack, the moon.

He's been preoccupied himself.

"But I was hoping to thank you," he continues. "I'm grateful for what you've done for Kili."

She smiles softly- a little sadly, if one is observant enough to pick it out. "There is no need to thank me."

Her eyes flick up to the sparring pair and rest for a moment on Celebrían. It's hard to see her with a sword. So much of Galadriel's own youth had been spent in a time of war; she had wanted better for her daughter.

"I owe your brother a debt that I cannot possibly repay. Even my own life would not be enough; she is far dearer to me than that."

He sees her glance and briefly turns that way. He can understand her, he thinks. If it had been Celebrian who had sacrificed herself to protect Kili, he'd feel the same.

He's grateful that what Kili did wasn't dismissed.

"Kili cares for her." Fili looks away from the sparring, up at Galadriel. "He wanted her safe – that's what matters to him." Celebrian was family, Kili had said. Debts and repayments haven't been on his mind.

"I know." She smiles softly. "It matters to me that such devotion does not go unacknowledged or reciprocated."

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