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Sneeze Pt 16

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Lying sleepless for hours the Elven King laid on his back smoothing his fingers over your back and the arm you’d rested across his chest to tangle your fingers in his hair in your sleep. Image after image flooded back through his mind. Closing his eyes he could see, hear, smell and taste it all again.

Back once more he’d just seen his Father fall under the mob of blood soaked orcs, screams erupted around him before a giant wave of fire claimed the lives of those before him. A single heartbreaking wail sounded as the air itself shifted sparking an incredible wave of fear in all creatures at arms. In their turn to flee the wounded Prince was bolstered upon the shoulders of the Lord of Lorien, their forces merged and aided each other towards safer ground while the winged beast that had claimed the lives of their kin shook the earth on their crashing down to earth lifelessly, forming a wall between them and the dark forces.

For ages now the piercing green eyes of two dark haired Elves stuck in his mind. Wreathed in flames the pair still fired all arrows they could before the next wall fell. Images blurred together over time from his pain, but those brothers and the cry drawn from their Mother upon their death sealed his choice in eternally shielding his Son and people from all pain possible at the death they should never have to face. The more he learned of your past the more his heart kept bringing your hunched weeping figure into the middle of that battle. Your words circled him as he watched those two burn as you wailed and struck an unrivaled panic into those around you. Time after time you had protected him, and his kin along with those from Lothlorien. Your Sons.

The last image of the Noldor he had was Elrond and Elros clutching at an armored figure shouting as sparks surrounded their layered and blood soaked armor in their attempt to draw them back to the lines. Selflessly through your pain you still fought outside Erebor in protection of the same people your Sons had fallen to protect. With an aching heart all those centuries ago safe in Greenwood the young Prince sat staring at the tear stained letter on the floor before him, two of the fiercest warriors known to the Noldor and Silvan’s lives were taken in his defense. Mirroring the pain of the stoic Lord seated before the statue of his One and their child, smoothing his hand over their faces yet again while he relayed to himself that even the greatest of warriors could fall. A single hope that one day his Daughter would be safe and free of her unknown captors.

The fingers nestled in the King’s hair shifted to brush along his jaw causing his head to turn and accept your gentle pressing of your lips to his, an action that somehow broke his pained mood as your head lowered to snuggle against his when you settled again. His eyes closed yet again as your first sighting entered his mind again.

In a race through his halls the soldiers all found their way into their armor and out to the gates around the steady pace of the King securing his chest plate over his long silver robe. Three steps later his eyes rose as his Son joined his side, in a steady voice the King said, “Half of our forces are remaining behind, you will head them.”

With a stunned expression the Prince froze then hurried a few steps back to his Father’s side, “Ada, I should-.”

In a sudden stop Thranduil turned, resting his hand on his Son’s shoulder as he stated firmly, “You are my Son. My heir. Should that beast be alive and I fall you will be King. I will not have you witness that. The forces will rally and retreat into our lands for your orders.”

“Ada-,”

“I watched my Ada fall, you will not have that image locked in your memory.” All the tension in Legolas’ body left at the frightened and pained expression in his Father’s tear filled eyes before he was pulled into a tight hug. Slowly his hands settled around his Father’s back as he melted around him, “You are my Son, if I can spare you any pain I will. Everything I have done was to keep you safe Little Leaf.” When he finally pulled back he tried to smile at his Son only to feel a tear roll down his cheek before he pressed a kiss to his forehead, wiping his cheek with his gloved hand on the walk to the gates. Stunned in place the Prince stood there watching his Father walk away for what he realized as possibly the last time.

Through the winding path long since traveled by him or is kin his mind raced through each and every possibility. But none of them brought the appearance of two figures seated on a small ledge that in the distance appeared to be children. In a closer examination the large feet of one and the pointed ears of the other caused him to relax as he thought to himself, “What is an Elleth and a Hobbit doing within a Company facing a Dragon.”

Looking up his eyes landed on the Raven approaching that landed on the antlers of his Elk, “My Lady asked why you’ve brought your armies to your borders.”

With another glance at you both as he asked, “Who has the Lady traveled with, if I may?”

“King Thorin and his Company.”

To himself he mumbled, “What would he have need of a-,” Darting his eyes back to the Raven he replied, “I have come to speak with the King peacefully, my men were in precaution of the Dragon inside.”

With a low chuckle the Raven replied, “No need for them now. Fell quite easily.” In a single leap he turned and raced back to the ledge to pass on the message to the pair that soon stood as the Raven made another trip back to the Elf King, whose eyes caught a flash of purple causing his lips to part. Once again the bird landed on the large antlers before the King and stated, “The King will meet you at his gates.”

Before he could fly away Thranduil muttered, “Purple.” The bird’s head tilted curiously before he asked, “The Lady, are her eyes purple?”

Without an answer the bird took off with a chuckle to himself leaving the Elf King to order the majority of his men to remain behind, taking only a small group of ten guards with him.

Scanning over the Company above him Thranduil’s eyes kept fixating on the young Elleth at Thorin’s side. Glowing faintly in the early light as her wave of curls kept blowing across her face as she joked quietly with the Dwarf King. Between her comments she looked over the group of Elves taking in the details on their armor spurring a spike in Thranduil’s heartbeat as his heartbroken friend’s words came racing back to him. It can’t be her, age hasn’t touched her at all. She’d be my age. The young girl she was spotted with last, this must be her child.

His eyes flinched wider as the purple eyes landed on his allowing him a glimpse at the struggles of a life surpassing his could only bring hidden between the glowing silver speckles trapped inside.

“My name is Jaqiearae Pear.” It’s her.

His lips parted and he asked, “You mentioned you’re from Doriath? Who are your relations from there?” Tightening his grip around his reigns.

“I was told my Father was one of Thingol’s Grandsons.” His eyes widened.

Before he could hold it back he blurted out, “Mire’s Daughter?” His answer came as a tear slid down your cheek at your Mother’s name while Thorin’s arm curled around your back spotting your tension. A sharp sting ran through his chest at the pained expression revealing the flashing memory of your Mother falling before you. “I know your Father. He’s spent Ages searching for you. Would you like to meet him?”

Another breeze blew the wall of curls over your face again through a shaky breath before you blankly replied, “You’re a King, do as you wish,” in another blink of an eye you were gone from his sight leaving another sting in his chest as the wall of Dwarves tightened blocking all sight of the hall you and three Dwarves had passed through.

With his heart racing he thundered his way back to the Elven Kingdom as fast as the Elk could carry him. With a stunned expression the King made his way straight to his rooms again, trying to remind himself to breath as his mind raced through his wording while word rippled through the Kingdom from the small group upon their return. Moments within his entering his office Thranduil glanced up at his Son entering the room asking, “Celeborn’s lost daughter?! You’re certain?!”

Thanduil nodded, placing a sheet of bare parchment on the table that Legolas pulled closer to him as he sat in the empty chair to write out the letter his Father attempted to form aloud.

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Entering the hallway outside the joint dining room in the Royal Wing Legolas paused at the sight of you staring up at a portrait of a doe and her fawn in the center of the main gardens in the old Kingdom his Mother had painted. In a cautious few steps he joined your side asking, “Waiting for Ada?”

Your head turned meeting his eyes with a soft smile, “No, I was thinking this would look perfect right outside the sitting room in the Royal Wing.”

His brows rose as he wet his lips and stated, “My Naneth painted it.”

You nodded, “I know. It really is beautiful.”

Through a confused glance over your face he stated, “But, you’re the Queen.”

You nodded again, “A fact I’ve been made well aware of. But, and here’s the point everyone keeps forgetting, that I am in fact, not the first Queen to live there. Your Naneth painted this, and I wouldn’t dream of asking you to leave anything of hers behind. They should be on full display. Along with that statue from your Grandmother, whatever antlered creature she was trying to capture should be free for inspection by all.”

With a chuckle Legolas nodded and settled his expression into a caring smile, “You’ve told Ada about this?”

You shook your head, “Not yet, but I doubt he’d object.” Your eyes met his again as you asked in a comforting tone, “Are you content with moving? You don’t have to you know.”

The Prince’s smile grew as he replied, “I want to, Ada told me stories of the old Kingdom for centuries now, I can’t wait to explore it with Estel. He is my little Brother you know, and we can’t have that great distance between us if we’re to play each day.” Your smile grew before he asked, “I do, I was wondering-.”

You met his timid gaze over you, “Yes?”

“Your other, children,” He watched as you struggled to hold your smile before you nodded for him to continue, “Do you think they’ll return?”

In a weak tearful voice you whispered back, “I hope so.”

Legolas glanced back at the painting and stated, “Well there are a few more pieces you should see then. If you thought Grandmother’s wonky statue was endearing you should see Grandfather’s pottery attempts.”

Making you giggle softly at your imagined thoughts of what they could be as you walked at his side. Soon gaining the curious King at your side through your loud laughter at his moose like rendition of a goblet nearly bringing you to your knees. Soft squeaks trailed after your tearful laughs behind your hands as Thranduil beamed brightly and brought out a hidden lopsided vase painted just as terribly as it was crafted through his own muffled snickers as Legolas gave an awkward snort through his Father’s story on its crafting. Filling the halls with echoes of your gleeful mood that Celeborn soon joined with stories of his own.

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With trembling hands you walked in the silence of your mostly empty home filled with moonlight from the uncovered windows in the Royal Wing where hours prior you had added piece after piece of art from the former Queens and King of Greenwood. Your one addition meant to surprise the returning King and Prince, one that made their hearts soar upon their aiding in packing, hanging and re-homing each piece.

The bare stretch of wall before you urged your hands into your enchanted pouch to a long since untouched chest. In a firm tug you pulled it free, resting it on the table nearby. The medium sized chest barely two feet in either direction opened and stirred your creeping tears to freely coat your glowing cheeks still bearing the lit swirls from the stored energy you’d yet to spend.

Footsteps behind you quietly drew closer signaling the addition of the three men also left sleepless in their first night in the empty home. Unsure of your cause of pain they watched an inched closer only to freeze at the white gold coated ceramic imprints of two small sets of feet and hands beside a fully grown handprint you added on the bare hooks waiting in the stone walls. With parted lips they read the inscribed names, Beran and Brand, two Elves the three had heard countless stories about. Upon your so called adulthood travels through Elven lands in Eastern Middle Earth long before the First Age started you came across the pair, orphaned after a bad storm had claimed the lives of their parents on a fishing trip. The young Elves clung to you while you remained among their kin to learn their past and culture as well as you could until you felt it was time to move again.

The pair remaining at your side soaking in the green and glowing world swaying at your approach, growing to two of the sturdiest Elves any those you came across had known before. The pair soon learning their own titles of the Twin Hammers of Wrath from the Dwarven Kingdoms along your way, all gratefully welcoming the adopted child of Dwarf Lord Grundon, finding for themselves a firm ally in you and your equally as fierce Sons who towered over you and your keepers. Traveling brought you a full image of the lands you had fled to, filling the map you had drafted, one that pitifully dwarfed the current edition of the remnants of these once great lands.

Thingol and Grundon’s passing stirred the trek home again. Mournfully you led the pair to stumble past a group of Hobbits, whom instantly clung to you as their own kin. Their lands housed you until you found your way to Lindon at the request of Maglor, an old acquaintance in his passing through Doriath as a child. Upon your arrival you settled into a home you, now four formed, making sure to add plenty of space for Brand’s Hobbit bride.

Slowly the twins Maglor had claimed grew closer to you and your clan, bringing on a need to soon expand it for their room along with a nursery. Patiently through the battles you traveled between the battle fields and the home with the expecting Mother nestled inside the shielded lands you claimed just outside the city borders in the shadow of the empty keep.

In a weakly found moment of peace the four Brothers managed to return just in time to welcome the young girl into your lives. Barely into her teens, Helin was left under the watchful gaze of the Hobbits in the Shire in your absence after her Mother had taken ill and passed in the arms of Brand. The painful sting of it stirring him to claim each moment he could with his young Daughter through the darkening days. Leading to a long expected and welcomed union between young Elros and Helin shortly after Beran’s mortal Wife passed through giving birth to their Son Teo.

War approached once again, a single last stand was called for, one that upon the fiery wings of a great beast your Sons had fallen in aiding the retreat of the Silvan Elves from the mouth of the darkness spewing from between the flung open Black Gates. Halfway across the battle field you raced but as you witnessed their entire fleet fall to ash a flurry of rage erupted in you, honestly you had no clue as to your own response, simply upon word relayed to you later flames erupted across the fields taking out a vast chunk of the fleeing beasts. Silvan Elves long since shared the mysterious sudden deaths of the winged beast, all dropping heavily around their fleeing forces, forming a wall between them and the mass of growing blackening creatures.

A timid flinch from all following Elrond home again allowed you to see the impact of whatever you had done. The single shared heartbreaking memory rippling through the memory off all survivors was the clear wailing cries from a Mother for the fall of her Sons. A single cry you had no power over to control, or the streaks of lightning and flurry of thunderstorms and tornadoes chasing the dark creatures back to their keep as the firm arms of Elrond and Elros that did all they could to comfort you and attempt to drag your lunging form back into their lines for the march home.

Days were lost to you leaving your eyes to suddenly blink you back in Lindon again. Silence surrounded you in the filled house, all claiming your own rooms until the creak of your door stirred them into the hall eyeing your reddened eyes as you hoarsely whispered a request to move on, one your shattered family agreed upon fully.

Downcast eyes kept your focus on the earth you were breaking, inch by inch your Grandson grew as Elros and Helin welcomed their first born Son, soon followed by a daughter. Firm hands on your shoulders announced Elrond’s joining your side in a watchful stance over his twin who’d witnessed Brand’s pain and clung to the mortal life he would share with Helin. A knowing pained gaze through your time with them was withheld to your best abilities as you clung to Elrond’s promise to never leave you alone. Day by day the crowd of Elves around you grew, all hoping to gain your protection, all having either seen or heard of your fury unleashed on Mordor itself.

Between Elros taking your Grandchildren towards the lands he founded and named Numenor and Elrond’s beginning to court Celebrian you found your chance to slip away to try and piece yourself back together in private.

Painfully loud creaks brought the shattered front gates of the barren keep apart enough for you to slip through. In the darkness your tears washed the dirt and layers of dust and fleeing hoards of Dwarves away. Slowly your pain hollowed and numbed you nearly entirely until a small robin managed to slip inside the now immaculately scrubbed and warmly lit Kingdom echoing with your lost kin and bring you news of the Elf Lord’s first born Sons.

One painful flight later, elated expressions filled the faces of the Elves witnessing your limping down the staircase from one of the hidden entrances after your disastrous landing from your first flight in nearly a century.

Passing through the doorway a set of cries echoed out as your heart melted around the pair of boys eased into your arms as you silently wept at the mending shredded remnants of your heart from their small hands tapping and resting against you, both in awe at your bright glow from lack of draining of your powers from your months of sleeping.

Your stay lasted as long as you could manage, barely a month until word of a harsh winter and a great thievery of their crops by nearby starving cities of Men in your absence brought you back in a fiery vengeance on the next wave of Men daring to touch your lands. Sealed protectively within an enchanted ring of trees the city never again faced such an event as word spread through the lands that the Mother of the Hobbits was not one to welcome impure hearts onto her lands.

As your eyes shifted back in the direction of the twins your glider was put away as echoes upon the breeze brought word of an Elleth you’d known as the White Lady had come to visit the young boys with her Husband, welcoming them to their kin. Retreating again you hid away in your keep for the length of their stay until you could return once again to your welcomed snuggling and bonding with the pair. Each stay lightening the weight on your heart before you would return once again. Centuries bled on through your pained shifted gaze to the lands a distant descendant of Elros’ followers had founded.

At Elrond’s side you welcomed the Dunedin Kingdom of Gondor, at the edge of the green coated small city of Rohan, a land formed by Eorl, Teo’s descendant. The lands forming an instant bond under the purple gaze of the Woman who had raised their founders and the Elf Lord who would always do his best to aid them in their struggles whenever possible. Centuries sped by as their lines continued and even mixed a few times cementing their bonds while you returned home once again. Your solitude continuing until a break in their lands brought Lady Celebrian into an injury that left her without any choice but to sail.

Her departure leaving you in her place guiding her children as best you could through your stays until they grew and took up the offer to learn their Grandparent’s lands better. A trip you could not take with them, the pain of returning to the lands you had once seen with your Sons pained you. Lothlorien, as it was now called stirred no fire in you to learn how it had changed, no, for you in your heart at least it would remain its pure green infant Lindórinand form echoing with your Sons’ laughter and singing.

Back in your mountains again you stayed between visits to Elrond and patrolling flights and treks through the Shire until a large number of weary and worn boots found their way to your door.

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Buried face first against Celeborn’s chest the trio looked on at the names etched into each set of prints you had added beside the one Mire had done of yours beside her handprint right under the portrait you had taken from your Royal apartment with you seated in her lap as she read to you. The elders doing their best to withhold their lingering sting from their parts in your loss, mainly being among the Elves your Sons had fallen to protect.

A loss you had assured them, after Elrond had connected their suspicions to the facts that you were indeed the Elleth long since feared by those marching against the deadly pair, was at no fault to them, only the Dragons that you quickly ended and found you as the perfect person to aid the Dwarves home again.

A few moments later you pulled back and wiped your cheeks and managed a smile when Estel walked sluggishly from his room rubbing his eyes saying, “No one else is sleeping, why?” His eyes rose to the painting and printed form of a family tree causing him to approach it for a better look, one that he achieved after you propped him up on your hip and guided him through each of them.

In a downcast gaze from him you caught his next question before he’d asked it causing you to add, “Elrond did save a few things from your birth.” Moving over to the chest his smile and that of the others when they eyed the silver coated set of prints Estel quickly placed his hand over the tiny imprint of his hand drawing a giggle from him. “I didn’t get a chance to put it up yet.” Moving closer to the wall you held it up to the hook beside Beran’s and asked, “Here good?”

With a nod you four smiled once again at his big nod, “Yes.” His eyes shifted to the portrait to ask, “Is that your Naneth?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

“You look like her.” After a glance up at Legolas who walked up behind you to rest his hand on the boy’s back as well as yours he continued, “Do you think my Brother’s will be coming back too?”

His eyes rose to meet yours as a tear rolled down your cheek through your glance at the memory stained wall, in as steady as a voice as you could muster you replied, “I hope so.”

Estel, “Do they like archery? Leggy and I could show them a thing or two if they do.”

Your smile grew as you kissed his forehead and replied, “They love archery, and I know they’ll love your games.” Making Estel’s smile grow. Looking at the wall again you glanced over at Thranduil asking, “Did you make any prints of Leggy?”

His smile grew and he turned to fetch the white gold coated prints he had tucked away in one of his clothing trunks he happily added beside Estel’s and under his, stirring a round of comments on how small each of the prints started out and how they had grown so large in such a painfully short time.

All this carried on until you broke for breakfast then made your first trip out through the main entrance and into the markets to greet the Hobbits and arriving Elves to claim their new homes.

One by one they accepted their keys and unpacked into their apartments filling the Kingdom with an elated buzz before the Elves began their first shift in their new locations as guards and servants to handle their first few fumbling tasks while they learned their new surroundings. Each happily bowing their heads to you and their King in your matching pale green flowing robe and velvet gown that Estel had picked for you both matching his green vest and Legolas’ long shirt.

By nightfall everyone happily buzzed with their impatience for the large ball you were throwing the following night welcoming the Dwarves and Elves around you along with the few from Laketown willing to attend. Each sharing the details of their outfits they had chosen for the occasion between their wishes for Gandalf to bring his fireworks. That would also mark Elrond and his children’s return, for both the celebration and to share the details for the return of your kin.

As the sun set the crystals hanging from the lines stemming from the posts over the courtyard lit up shining brightly under the moon and starlight as the first of the starlit butterflies sprouted from their cocoons within the fountains around you. Between the giddy Fauntlings chasing the enchanted creatures a set of instruments were drawn and soft music began.

A soft giggle left you while you watched the giggling children crossing to the next wave of butterflies as the speckled frogs climbed to the tops of their floating circles of lily pads to watch the fireflies coming out of the blooming pulsing buds between them. Joining along with the pleasant tune Thranduil’s velvety hum softly sounded against your neck from his spot curled behind you. With a gentle leading of his hands he started a gentle sway of your hips to the tune stirring another giggle from you when he softly said, “I think they’re waiting on us to start the dancing, my Dearest Tingilinde.”(Twinkling Star)

With another giggle from you he led you in a sidestep as his grip loosened, allowing him to enter the clearing, lovingly raising your hand to his lips as he bowed marking the start of the dance through your next giggle as he stated, “My Queen.” Rising again as he admired the moonlight causing your glow to brighten as the light reflected across your free flowing curls down your back under your white gold flower coated circlet Estel had insisted you wear after Thranduil had brought it to his attention.

Through his loving gaze he took another step accepting the familiar hold while a group of cheerful onlookers had started glancing around for partners, allowing you both the first two passes before they joined in around you. In your shared loving gaze between your hushed conversation with your intended you missed the enchanted growing smile of your Sons both watching from the side of one of your fountains. Legolas happily holding Estel on his shoulders so he could get a clear view as Celeborn approached sharing the treats he’d fetched for them as he softly stated, “I suppose we won’t have to wait for tomorrow after all.”

Legolas chuckled softly as he watched the crowds happily moving together as others brought out food and refreshments they could spare without touching the ones set aside for the full party. “I don’t think they ever intended on waiting.”

Estel swallowed the small slice of apple Celeborn had offered him through his feet bouncing along with the tune before saying, “I wish we’d do this every night.”

Celeborn smiled up at him saying, “I’m sure it will happen often at first. While everyone settles.”

After his near pout Legolas interjected, “Once a month at least. Ada will see to it I’m certain.”

Estel giggled again, “Good.” His head turned to Celeborn and said, “Gran will be back too, so you can dance too.”

His smile deepened as he glanced back to you and Thranduil through the start of the next turn when you giggled at another of Duil’s hushed comments. “Mire loved to dance.” Keeping his hopes withheld as best he could at the wish that he could claim another chance with his One after your time alone.

Happily through your next turn your smile grew after a stolen peck on your cheek stirring your hands to slide around the back of his neck, rising to your toes to land your lips gently on his for a kiss that he softly chuckled through his leaning into it. As you broke apart another round of fireflies were set free and led the butterflies over your flowering trees that stretched happily in their soft glow under the moonlight. Through another soft giggle your foreheads met as he lowered you from a lift for a brief chance to hold you before his low chuckle at lowering you again. Locking your eyes again you smiled up at him and his adoring gaze to say, “I love you, Duil.”

His smile deepened as he replied, “And I love you.” Stealing another chance to lean in and whisper into your ear, “Welcome Home, my Dearest Tingilinde.” Only to steal another kiss from you and chuckle again at your hands moving to behind his neck holding him in the kiss for a few more moments before he led you in the last lift and twirl.

Pt 17

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Drying your hands on a small towel after rinsing the last of the dishes while Thorin and Celeborn finished their tea while the Dwarf King finished the story of your journey admiring the impressive tale about his Daughter’s strength and position among the Dwarves. Thorin’s smirk deepened, “Jaqi may be a bit rough compared to most Elves in her behavior towards others but she is a high ranked member of our Dwarf Lord Council, there isn’t a Dwarf in these lands who wouldn’t follow her path to go after a Dragon.”

Celeborn finished his tea and set his cup and the small plate for it down on the table between them, “Lord Elrond did mention she was a bit eccentric, though I don’t have any doubts she doesn’t know how to act up to her proper rank with all the time she’s spent with various Kings.”

Thorin set down his cup as well before asking, “What exactly is her rank? We’ve allowed her to settle on Lady in the past to silence my Kin for some sort of title on her behalf.”

Celeborn’s mouth quirked up into a smirk, “Her Naneth was the same way. If it were just my rank now she would be a Lady, but for her relation to Thingol through me and the King from her Naneth’s side marks her as a High Born Princess bumping Elrond down on his ranking in that succession since she is far older than he is.”

“Her mortal portion doesn’t affect that?”

“No, if anything her Vanyar portion replaces it entirely and shifts her rank even higher than the other full blooded Silvan or Noldor Elves within these lands.”

“Are they really that rare?”

“The Vanyar, well the few that I’ve met have been gifted with abilities similar to the Valar. Abilities that leave them unrivaled by any of my Kin, abilities I have a suspicion she might be possessing from her lone trip into Greenwood that healed it. Has she shown any signs to you or your people?”

Thorin’s smile grew, “As for her abilities you’d have to speak to Jaqi about that, though I will say she is far more powerful than she appears at first glance, you should see what she’s done with our greenhouse. We have been wondering why living things seem to shift around her even without her meaning to, if you wish for a trip to the Shire you could easily trail the path of spreading green between us.”

“I hear the Shire is quite an incredible sight to behold. I’ve always hoped to witness it for myself one day.”

Thorin chuckled, “Well you could travel with Jaqi and Bilbo when they return to pack his belongings for the move out here.”

“When is she leaving?”

“Few months probably, we have some more urgent matters to see to and Bilbo’s Kin are keeping an eye on his property for him.”

“You have a fondness for the young Hobbit?”

He watched as Thorin’s eyes lit up and his smirk grew, “He’s my One.”

Celeborn gave him a soft smile in return, “Congratulations, I wish you both the best. Are you aware if anyone had courted my Daughter?”

“No one, as for Dwarves we only claim our Ones, though she’s had her fair share of admirers. No to any of the Elves she’s mentioned before, as for Men they tend to flock around her, I’m sure she’s gotten a few offers, though none at the rank we’ve granted her or with any true intentions behind them. I’m sure she’ll be getting another wave of offers once my Kin returns to Erebor.”

“From the Dwarves?”

“I was thinking more from the Men in Laketown or possibly the Elves in Greenwood.”

Celeborn’s head tilted slightly, “Have any of the Elves shown any intentions towards her?”

Thorin’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as his smirk deepened, “I’m not sure of the intentions or of his normal behavior around females prior to this but I have noticed a shift in Thranduil’s behavior since he met Jaqi. Though it might merely be an attempt at fondness for his friends lost child.”

Celeborn nodded, “That would explain the staring.”

Thorin chuckled, “He’s been doing that a lot lately. Kept glancing at the door until you both came up. And the look he had when he saw her in her Mother’s dress seemed to seal the assumption.”

“It was her Naneth’s dress?”

Thorin nodded, “Yes, we helped her fix the hem before you arrived. She has a few of Mire’s finer dresses to use for special events. So the shift from her informal attire to that dress could have also done it.”

Celeborn nodded, “Thank you for telling me, I’ll keep a watch for any signs myself. I’m certain if he does have any intentions he would handle them properly according to our Silvan customs.”

“You might have to clue Jaqi into what those are, she hasn’t had a chance to learn them properly I’m sure.”

“Of Course, but I think it best to wait until there’s a confirmed reason to. Meddling could turn things in a worse direction if there’s nothing behind it.”

Thorin glanced up in time to raise his hand for the tired Raven that flew into the room bearing a messenger bag, Celeborn eyed the bird curiously as it did the same to him after a slight bow of its head while Thorin drew the letter from the bag and shifted the bird to the arm of his chair offering it the last of his bread and his glass of water. Looking up Thorin smirked as he spotted you entering the room and he stood saying, “I have to take care of this, I’ll leave you to Jaqi’s care.”

Celeborn nodded and eyed the bird again before turning as he noticed your hand collecting his cup and Thorin’s, his eyes locked with yours and he smiled at you then stood and followed you into the kitchen, “Do you normally clean up after the Dwarves?”

You giggled softly, “I’m far more tidy than they are, though I’m not acting as their servant. It’s strange but I like cleaning some times. It’s a great way to relax if you’re angry or nervous and it’s far more effective than breaking everything in sight along with giving you plenty of time to think.” His eyes darted to the swinging chain around your neck and widened as you bent to grab the small towel you had accidentally knocked to the floor when he followed it to the end landing on the cursed ring you had been hiding that instantly started to whisper as it was uncovered.

Straightening again you wiped your hands on the towel and set it on the counter before turning to spot Celeborn’s eyes darting back up to yours with a small forced smile, you sighed and said, “I suppose I should fill you in on the rest of our plans. Thorin sent word once we arrived that we’d found it, all Seven Dwarf Kingdoms are sending their armies, first for the coronation to give them time to rest before we all march to the Gates. They won’t be here for another week or so, I thought it was a bit much to start out on.”

“When did you find it?”

“Goblin tunnels after we left Rivendell a few weeks ago.”

“How are you handling it?”

Your smile grew back, “As long as I wear it, it stops screaming. I can form a shield around it to keep others safe from the whispers.” You gently raised the chain and tapped an invisible barrier around the ring that sparked when you touched it. “Keeps him out of my dreams as well.”

His eyes watched as you slid it back under your shirt then he smiled at you again, “I’ll send word to Elrond and my armies tonight, we’re all going to stand with you through this.”

Your smile grew as you let out a deep breath, “I know. I was going to check on my greenhouse did you want to see it?”

He nodded and followed you through the Mountain admiring the craftsmanship and various detailed carvings before taking in the vast greenhouse filled with sprouting crops that all stretched and grew more through gentle pulses from their roots as soon as you entered the massive chamber. “You did all this?”

“Me and Bilbo though Ori helped some with the tomatoes.”

Walking through it all his eyes traced their growth as you passed along with the stream of water rising from the stream you’d built to split the different sections from the large river under the Mountain. All linked with sprinkler system you’d made to help water the crops as they needed it, the swirl rose from a clogged pipe allowing you to reach in and remove the small pebble that had gotten stuck before setting it back in the now free flowing stream of water in the cleared pipe. “Is that the only ability you have?”

You shook your head, “Nana asked me to hide it, she was scared of what would happen to me.”

Celeborn stepped forward setting his hand gently on your arm with a sympathetic glance, “No one is going to hurt you. Do the Dwarves know?”

You nodded, “Through the battles we fought they’ve all learned about them. They were so scared of me at first, but their Kings kept me safe while I rested after and they remembered I’d never done anything to harm any of them before and they eventually relaxed that at least I was on their side.”

“Could you show me what else you can do?” You nodded again giving him brief demonstrations of you shifting water and the dirt between the plants along with drawing a gasp from him as your body became coated in a soft white flame. Stepping closer he gently reached out his fingers and taped your open palm you had extended for him before clasping his hands around yours as he said, “It doesn’t hurt. Does it hurt you?”

Giving you a worried glance, “No, only when I’m angry if I don’t relax, then it shifts into sparks.”

His brow raised, “Sparks?” Trailing his eyes following your left arm you extended out to your side he watched with wide eyes that lit up as a string of lightning split through the air extending from your pointed index finger causing his hands to curl tighter around yours. His smile returned when you looked at him again with a worried glance, “How long did it take you to control it?”

“I still have slips, I don’t have an exact number for when, it took at least a few centuries. But even when I have my slips it just bursts out, anyone around me is unharmed, there has to be intent behind it to harm anyone.” Your other hand laid over his as you coated his body and yours in sparks making him follow their trails with an amused smile before they dimmed with your flame, watching his large smile you smiled again, “You haven’t even seen me fly yet.”

His brows rose, “You can fly?”

You giggled and nodded, “Want to try it?”

His smile grew and he gave a small nod before following you keeping his hand fixed in yours as you led him to the nearest bridge with a straight path to the front gate. Nervously he glanced down at you, “How does this work?”

You smiled up at him drawing your glider halves from your boots and twisted them together before uncurling the mithril wrap around your hips, “Just hold on tight.” Gently curling his arms around your chest when you turned your back to him your smirk grew when you felt him latching on tighter as you gripped your free arm around his back and forced you both backwards to fall from the ledge. Feeling his heart pounding behind you through the fall as you reached back securing the glider before tilting it to lift taking the level five stories above the ground and shooting straight for the open path to the overlook as you folded the wings and sharply turned twice leaving you to barrel roll from the speed before slowing as you locked the wings back out and felt him relax as you slowed allowing him to admire the view. Your giggle drew his attention again, “The first fall’s the worst. Am I going too fast?”

“No, where did you learn this?”

“I fell from a cliff in my first battle, got tangled in a banner, managed to make something like a balloon to slow down my fall to the river, after that it was just trial and error until I got the design for this one right.”

“Legolas was right, this is amusing.”

You giggled again, “We can go tell him that if you like.”

He chuckled softly, “Have you taken Thranduil on a flight?”

“No, just the Prince. I don’t think Thranduil’s even seen my glider yet. Want to fly through the forest? See if we can catch them?”

He nodded, “He used to be so jumpy as a child. Always jumped when he saw me.”

You giggled again and forced your glider through another turn and made straight for the forest trailing the sound of hoof beats echoing through the trees that swayed around you greeting you excitedly as you sped past them until you neared the source of the sound. A pair of blonde heads turned as they heard your soft giggle.

Unable to see you as you sped behind a tree before turning forward again as the Elf King let out a quick scream as you passed in another roll easing Celeborn onto the back of his horse they were escorting back before circling around and landing on the back of the same horse and crouching as you curled your wrap around your middle holding the bar at your side as the Prince laughed and said, “I told you she could fly.”

Thranduil nodded forcing a quick smile at you as his eyes locked onto you memorizing your large smile and soft giggle as you sat sideways behind Celeborn crossing your ankles as you stroked the horses hip softly, “It seems she can.” His eyes trailed over to Celeborn who was watching his memorizing of you curiously gauging his interest. “It seems you’re back to trying to terrify me.”

Celeborn smirked, “It’s not as hard as you imagine it to be.” Making the rest of you chuckle again as the King shifted his eyes back to you while you pulled your hair over your shoulder completing the long braid you had started while gripping the staff between your legs. Tracing each movement of your fingers as you wove your hair together before baring your teeth to the wrist you raised to your mouth to draw the hair tie from your wrist to secure it at the end and peering up at him through your curled bangs spread across your face catching his quick smile before forcing himself to look ahead again.

Squinting your eyes for a moment at him eyeing him curiously before looking around and scooting closer to Celeborn and rested against his back and closed your eyes listening to his heart beating steadily as his left arm swung back to rest across your crossed legs to gently hold you in place. When your eyes opened again the King was looking at you again as he asked, “Would you like that tour now or later?”

His eyes trailed your Mother’s ring on your right hand through its brushing your bangs from your face before they met your eyes again, “It’s up to you, if you have things you need to tend to it can wait.”

Through your rest against his back he had shared a mental conversation with Thranduil about the Dwarves and the ring, watching as he kept his eyes on you with a growing concerned expression as they spoke. The corner of his mouth twitched up as he shot you a playful glare that caused Celeborn’s brow to rise at the sudden shift, “That’s not an answer to what I asked.”

You shrugged, “Either way is fine, but I can’t stay long, Thorin would be looking for me soon.”

Thranduil replied trying to mask the hurt in his voice, “He doesn’t trust you among your Kin?”

You giggled, “He trusts me, merely it’s easier for him to face what’s coming soon at my side.”

Legolas, “Must be hard for him, the wait for his Kin to return home after so long.”

“It is, they’ve been waiting for such a long time to be back. There’s a lot to repair.”

Thranduil met your eyes again with a timid gaze, “His Kin is pleased with the courtship?”

You smirked back at him, “Hobbits and Dwarves bond often, Thorin’s found his One, they’ll be thrilled when they meet Bilbo.”

His eyes widened slightly realizing he’d missed their connection entirely and taken your bond past that of Kin while Legolas said through a chuckle, “No wonder it was so important to celebrate his birthday that you’d risk sneaking through our lands past midnight.”

“Even without that he still deserves a celebration for handling the group of Dwarves so well after his peaceful days in the Shire.”

Thranduil blinked still slightly stunned and glanced forward to hide the reaction from you, “I’ll be sure to congratulate them next time I see them.”

“Oh, they’re still treading lightly, full courtship hasn’t started yet. Thorin still needs time to form his axe.”

Thranduil’s head turned to face you again, “Axe?”

You nodded, “You propose a courtship with an axe.”

The Elf King’s eyes narrowed slightly in thought as he softly said, “Hmm,” before facing forward again getting lost on his thoughts as your head turned back to the Mountain drawing you to hop to your feet on the horses back, reforming your glider and saying, “I have to get back.” Their heads turned back to you only to find an empty spot after you’d sped off leaving only a glint of silver soaring through the canopy to return as Thranduil mumbled, “Why an axe?”

Legolas chuckled again, “To prove you can protect them maybe?”

Thranduil, “There’s better ways to prove that…”

Celeborn smirked, “Maybe we’ll find more out about it later as they get farther in the courtship.”

Legolas, “And I guess the tour’s going to have to wait for now.”

Thranduil, “Let’s just get our things together and get back. You seem two be getting along well.”

Celeborn’s smile grew, “So far yes.”

…

Soaring back to Erebor you heard Thorin’s voice growing louder calling your name in his search for you soon to be silenced as you landed on the ledge before him with a faint smile that grew as you spotted his large smile and relieved sigh, “There you are, were you in your greenhouse?”

You nodded, “Yes, and I took Celeborn on a quick flight.”

Thorin turned and started the walk back to the Royal sitting room as you joined his side, “Got word from Dain, he’ll be here in the morning. He’s eager to have our forces combined for the march. We haven’t had such a front assembled since we reclaimed Moria.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure we’re all eager to feel the ground trembling again from the Dwarven boots pounding the earth.”

He chuckled softly, “It is an incredible feeling. Especially now that all our Kingdoms are solidly protected again.”

You curled your arm around his shoulders carefully shifting his hair out of the way, “And what a dangerous bunch we all turned out to be.” You giggled as he laughed softly.

“Bombur’s helping Bilbo with second breakfast, hungry?”

“I’m always hungry, I think I might make some more bread.”

He chuckled softly, “Hopefully Lord Celeborn enjoys your bread more than Bofur’s, he seemed a bit disappointed with the blueberries.”

“Well it is my Nana’s recipe, he should at least tolerate it.”

He smirked at you again as you giggled looking over his face remembering Thranduil’s reaction about Thorin’s courtship, “What is it?”

“Thranduil sends his congratulations for your budding courtship with Bilbo, seemed a bit shocked about the axe part though.”

“Well to my understanding, Elves mostly start theirs with art or jewelry depending on which race is involved. The topic came up with Celeborn of courtship and he mentioned he would fill you in on Silvan courtship customs should anyone give him the impression of intentions for you.”

“Why would courtship come up, I doubt there’s any advantageous marriage to be found now he’s got another unmarried daughter.”

Thorin curled his arm around your back through a deep laugh, “It was brought up after I informed him of your trip with Bilbo to move his belongings back here, when I’d told him he’s my One, which sparked his curiosity if you’d been courted. Or if I knew of anyone who’d shown any intentions for you.”

“The only one acting past basic kindness would be Thranduil, has he always been such an odd character?”

Thorin chuckled, “Odd, hmm, I will say, for his interactions with women before we fled he’s never behaved the way he has with you.”

You giggled again sarcastically replying, “Oh that’s nice to hear. Now that I think about it he seemed a bit stunned you were courting Bilbo.”

He glanced at you with a smirk, “He thought we were courting?”

“Possibly.”

He chuckled again, “No wonder he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, thought he’d missed his chance with you perhaps.”

You rolled your eyes, “Barely a week, marriage is out of the question, there’s so much to handle.”

“Either way I’m sure Lord Celeborn won’t hand you over so easily, even to the Elf King.”

Giving him one last nod as you let out a sigh he chuckled again leaving your side to curl around Bilbo’s back as he cooked allowing you to scrub and start making your bread. When you’d finished your second batch of cinnamon raisin loaves the Elf Lords had returned, following Celeborn trailing the scent of your baking leaving him smiling at the fresh loaf set on the table alongside the tea Bilbo had finished brewing while the Princes added new place settings for the Elves as Kili took full advantage of claiming the empty seat at Tauriel’s side.

The entire company took their seats starting a conversation while you and Dwalin entered the dining room drawing everyone’s attention to you mid eye roll on both sides as you folded a piece of your bread in half mixing the jam and cream cheese you’d spread across it as Dwalin munched on a cookie he’d saved from Bilbo’s birthday party saying in his gruff voice, “Can’t see why you’d eat it like that.”

The Company smirked glancing from Celeborn, who was holding a similarly formed sandwich with a smile watching as you slid your pinky finger along the edges and ate the mixture off your finger before saying, “You haven’t even tried it.” All smiling at your shared pattern for creating your snacks.

Taking a bite of your snack giving an emphasized content hum making him shake his head and raise the last half of the cookie, “I’ll stick to my cookie. Cinnamon has always been a bit much for me. I will steal some raisins though.” Reaching out to happily claim two of the raisins from the bread in your hand and popping them happily in his mouth while claiming his seat. You curled your legs in front of you in your chair at Celeborn’s side giving him a smile mid chew as you set the small jars of cream cheese and boysenberry jam between you. Swallowing quickly after another chew you glanced at the sandwich in his hands making your smile grow before you looked back at Dwalin and said, “See, I’m not the only one that eats it this way!” Making Dwalin roll his eyes and point playfully at Celeborn, “You’ve got blood between you, doesn’t count at all!”

You rolled your eyes again turning back to Celeborn who softly asked, “How do you get it to taste like this, I’ve tried for centuries and I couldn’t get your Naneth’s recipe just right.”

Your smile grew wagging your finger and leaning closer to him causing him to lean in with a curious smile that grew hearing your soft whispered secret, “You have to add in just a few drops of vanilla when you’re kneading it.” His mind raced back to Mire kneading her special dough and softly urging him to leave the room so her secret recipe could remain intact, always leading to a snuggling game of him trying to guess at the recipe as she fed it to him. Making sure to show him the best spreads and toppings to mix well with the bread after the fold transforming the taste entirely leaving a shared eating habit between the two of them, and happily for him, now the three of you. Straightening up again in your seat he smiled at you again softly saying, “I would have never guessed that.”

You giggled, “Turns out it was an accident, knocked some into the mix when she was switching between cookies and bread for a party, just subtle enough to make a difference.” Shifting your eyes over to Thranduil who had spread some of the jam in front of him across a slice and took a bite smirking softly at the change in the recipe to the bread while Legolas had made yet another sandwich mixing several jams on his before happily biting into it. Turning back to the rest of the group you smiled at Bilbo who handed you back your now filled cup of tea giving him a soft thanks and taking a sip.

Noticing from the corner of your vision Thranduil glancing between Thorin and Bilbo softly speaking to each other then to you again finally managing to get Dwalin to try a piece of your bread, gaining a soft approving hum before he timidly claimed another slice and spread a small amount of the various jams across it. After eyeing the courting pair’s behavior his attention shifted back to you watching your interactions with everyone around you until he’d finally sensed Celeborn’s eyes on him drawing his eyes to his friend and a small smile to his face mentally saying, “She seems quite relaxed around you already.”

Even through the kind comment Celeborn had taken notice of a seemingly relieved expression shining through his friend’s eyes as he watched you. A look he was sure he’d worn after noticing Mire the first time, a look that brought an urge to cling tightly to you and wedge a space between the two of you at his short time with you so far. But quickly he fought against the urge knowing his friend would surely never attempt to take you from him so quickly and even if a bond did form between you he would ensure you had every chance to be together.

Turning back to focus on your again Celeborn smiled and agreed to allow you to show them your apartment in the Royal Wing bringing smiles to their faces at the shining deep green walls and deep stained wood furniture all Elven sized that was normally used for King Thranduil and Legolas on their visits. The pair of them smiled claiming their usual rooms across from yours as Celeborn chose the silver painted room beside your purple one, running his fingers along the freshly scrubbed blankets on the large bed, turning to smile at you as you asked, “Is the bed large enough?”

He nodded, “Yes, when you first mentioned your small beds I pictured something different.”

You moved closer to sit on the foot of his bed resting your heels on the frame of the bed, “The first apartment I chose apparently was meant for Dwarves, Thorin thought this one might be more comfortable for me when he caught me sleeping sideways on the bed. And it’s better for you all and your tall statures, not even mentioning the belongings Thranduil and Legolas had forgotten or left behind on their last visits.”

Celeborn’s face shifted slightly in concern, “Do you like these rooms better?”

You nodded, “Yes, had to move my arm chair down though, the Elven style chairs in the sitting room are a bit awkward for reading. At least for how I sprawl out.”

He chuckled moving to his trunk and opened it starting to unpack, “I’ll let the others know it’s your chair.”

You giggled softly, “I doubt they could fit in it without hitting their chins with their knees.”

He chuckled and smiled watching you lifting one of his robes from the chest to hang up in the small carved out closet, joining your side to hang it up for you as you stretched on your toes and still couldn’t reach the tall bar, “If you add the hangers them I’ll put them up.”

You nodded again through a soft giggle, “I wonder how they even got the bars up there in the first place, all I can imagine is a Dwarf on another’s shoulders straining to get it fixed in place.”

He chuckled again accepting the next robe you’d passed him, when the chest was finally empty you helped him slide it into the closet under his clothes beside his spare set of boots and the second chest containing his weapons and armor before your head turned through a curious squint drawing his concern as he asked, “What is it?”

Your eyes met his again through a soft exhale, “Someone’s heading for the gate.”

Celeborn glanced away then back to you, “Elves or Dwarves?”

You shook your head again, “Neither, must be from Laketown.” Turning you headed for the door with Celeborn at your side, giving a quick smile at the Elf Lords and Tauriel who’d unpacked and watched you both curiously until you glanced back at Thranduil, “You’ve had dealings with Men from Laketown correct?”

He nodded and joined his friends side following you through the Royal Wing headed for Thorin’s room, “Yes, planning a trip there?”

You shook your head again, “No, there’s a group of Men heading for the front gates. Figured it had to be them.”

Knocking squarely on the thick door to Thorin’s room you smirked at Legolas who asked, “How can you hear that, even in the forest you could hear something inside the Mountain.”

“I just can,” turning to smile at Thorin giving an awkward smile in his lopsided shirt as he noticed the Elves behind you, “There’s a group of Men headed to the gates.”

Thorin’s face went serious and he gave a curt nod, “I’ll be down in a few moments, if you don’t mind watching them.”

You smiled catching a reflection of Bilbo sneaking around to listen from Thorin’s bedroom securing his pants again, “Don’t mind at all, take your time, I’m sure they’ll be making a speech when they get here. I’m sure they’ll be expecting a crown as well.”

He chuckled softly as you turned heading for the gates with the Elves behind you as Thranduil asked you, “How are you so certain they’ll make a speech?”

You smirked at him after a soft giggle, “When you arrived you greeted is formally, for Men I’ve learned when they meet a King for the first time they give speeches to give an idea of who they are. Have you met the Man in charge of Laketown?”

Thranduil answered in an irritated tone at having to speak of the man in question he dreaded allowing you anywhere near him with his behavior, “He calls himself the Master, prefers to fill his own table rather than his subject’s. I wouldn’t count on much past him asking for gold.”

Chuckling softly you led the group down the last flight of stairs to the long great hall leading straight to the gate as Dwalin and Balin rushed from a doorway on your right mid pant stopping to straighten their clothes waiting to join you at the foot of the stairs while the Bur Brothers came from a door on the left as the rest of the group started down the stairs behind you as Thorin and Bilbo finally left the King’s apartment several floors above you. Fili chuckled helping Kili straighten his outer vest as they all followed you up the stairs to the overlook catching the group timidly approaching once they noticed King Thranduil on your left.

The portly man leading them stepped forward and Thranduil whispered softly, “That’s him.” Sighing and raising his chin sternly staring at the man through his bow giving the Elf King a cocky grin straightening again while he smoothed his vest down over his stomach before calling out, “King Thranduil, congratulations on your conquest! Besting a Dragon, a mighty deed to add to your long reputation of victories!”

Thranduil coolly replied, “I did not best the Dragon I am merely visiting with King Thorin.”

He nodded slightly stunned, “Thorin, hmm, A Dwarf you say. Well that would explain the band of Dwarves beside you.” His speech muddled together as he continued doing his best to play up to the King who he assumed to be amongst the group as you softly whispered in Elvish, “See, speech. I don’t pity Thorin for having to deal with this nonsense.”

Your eyes darted to Celeborn to grip his arm as he turned to grab Tauriel’s bow and arrow as the Master shouted out, “I AM SPEAKING ELF WENCH!”

Thorin stepped through the group of cursing Dwarves and stunned Elves that all went silent at the streaks of lightning cracking through the air above the Men driving them to their knees as the river around them rose to freeze into a wall behind them. Your pulsing white flame coated hand stretched across Thranduil’s chest held him silently in place while bringing his racing heartbeat to your attention as Thorin let out a soft growling breath through a snarl resting his hands on the stone half wall before him with a fiery gaze making sure to speak clearly, “Whoever you are, you dare come to my lands and insult my Dragon Slayer, My Kin!”

The Master staggered to his feet hands raising shakily in surrender, “I did not offend any of your Dwarves, King Thorin.” Bowing lowly and timidly looking up at the fuming King while your hands slowly lowered from the Elven Lords.

“No, you have insulted one of the greatest members of my Kin. Princess Jaqiearae, Daughter of Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien, akin to My Elder Sister, and Dragon Slayer amongst my Company. You come here for what exactly, gold? The right to live within the Dwarven city of Dale again once we rebuild it.” Thorin shook his head slightly, “No, you couldn’t possibly be that foolish to treat anyone amongst my company thusly and expect anything from me. So I ask again, What could you possibly have intended to gain from your visit behaving in this manner?”

Your eyes dropped to Celeborn’s hand tightening around Tauriel’s bow driving you to slide your hand over his to hold it gently after pulling the bow from his grip and passing it back behind your back to Tauriel quietly before noticing the dagger Thranduil was gripping in his right hand. Lifting your left hand you slid your hand gently around his slightly trembling arm, resting your palm and fingers around his wrist gently drawing his attention away from the stammering man below long enough to gain a glance from him. Releasing a long steady breath Thranduil slid his dagger back into its sheath along his thigh before you’d released his wrist drawing his eyes back to your hand once it rested at your side feeling the sting from the absence of your contact already while Celeborn tightened his grip around your hand as the Master sent a terrified apology your way.

Thorin’s eyes narrowed at the man and stated plainly, “Perhaps it would be best for you to leave, our contact at this point, from here on out consider any attempt for gold or safe passage into Dale for yourself denied by me and any of my Kin here on out.” The wall of ice fell behind them causing the group to flinch and turn before looking back at your group as you led them all back down the stairs again while Oin and Gloin closed the metal shutters blocking off the overlook in case they foolishly attempted to attack you all with your backs turned.

Stopping in the great hall Thorin glanced at you with a sympathetic smile speaking in Khuzdul, “I wish we didn’t have to handle this so often.”

You smirked at him, “Wench really isn’t the worst thing I’ve been called. So who’s going to live in Dale then?”

He smirked back, “Maybe we can move in some Hobbits.”

You giggled and glanced up at Celeborn who was still gripping your hand before leaning against his side and curling your arms around his switching to Elvish, “Let’s take a stroll through the library, see if there’s any books you want to try out.”

The Dwarves smiled at your group shifting towards the library as Ori eagerly joined you drawing a list of titles he’d been meaning to search for but was to timid to claim on his own while the Princes tagged along to give Kili time with Tauriel and Ori time without Dori fawning over him. Glancing back you caught Bilbo getting a translation from Thorin while their hands twisted together again and they returned back upstairs as the others went back to their own exploring within the vast halls.

Celeborn glanced down at you and let out a steady breath relaxing finally as you neared the library before asking, “What did Thorin say?”

You smirked up at him, “I asked him who would stay in Dale and he suggested offering it to any willing Hobbits.”

Legolas, “I thought Hobbits rarely traveled.”

“They don’t, Bilbo’s among the few from the Shire who have traveled past Bree.”

Fili, “Wishful thinking, very kind people Hobbits, once you get them warmed up to you.”

Kili, “A lot like Dwarves that way.”

The Elves’ eyes traveled upwards over the large statues of Owls with their wings outstretched and overlapping covering a pot along the wall outside the library with the inscription in Ancient Dwarf Runes, “No greater treasure shall ever be found beyond that sealed within these doors.”

Your translation caused the emerald eyes to the carved Owls to glow sending a pulse through the statues causing them to shift their wings to uncover a gold gilded door causing Ori to gasp softly and bow his head to the large Owl statues as his Cousins and your group did the same before entering and heard them shift behind you to block the door again.

Turning back to the vast dark room ahead of you a soft spark sounded from a hanging bowl along the wall on the right side of the door behind you before its twin on the other side lit up as the fire stones inside sparked up at the deep Dwarvish whispers of your phrase echoed through the library. All causing the dips along the walls and chandeliers filled with firestones sparked to life bringing the millions of books coating the spiraling shelves in the twelve story hidden treasure hoard of knowledge all into view.

Your eyes locked with Ori who turned with a nearly tearful gaze as he curled into your free left side accepting the kiss to his forehead you put there before starting your search inside to eagerly fill a cart with books for you all to take back upstairs for further study.

Pt 5

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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