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I wrote a small Christmas-themed Aralas short :

Chapter One

It was that time of year again. The members of the Fellowship had ridden in from their respective realms to join in celebrations with the Lords and Ladies of Imladris. Lord Elrond had insisted on holding the Yule commemorations in his house due to the overall friendly attire of the realm. Legolas himself was ecstatic, in the past present years, Mirkwood – having been now renamed to its original name of Greenwood – had been preoccupied with keeping the enemies out of the palace. But this year was different, now with the threats to their peace eradicated, beings such as himself were free to celebrate in bliss.

Legolas could not wait to see the newly appointed King of Gondor again, ever since his crowning a few years ago, the Elven Prince had begun to see his love less since he’d set his heart on restoring the woods of Ithilien. However, all his beloved members and friends were finally gathering to share in the happiness. He was one of the last to arrive, having had some commotion amongst his elves that delayed his departure– Gimli did not tire of the subject.

Once he had rode through the gates, the hobbits, Gandalf, Gimli and Boromir were standing there in wait for him, whilst the twins, Arwen, Lord Elrond, Lord Glorfindel, Erestor and Lindir – who had been preparing for the last month – were already there to greet them. Legolas was confused upon finding Aragorn missing from their meeting place– just before the gates of Imladris. “Aye, My King sent me forth with ill tidings…” Boromir spoke up, after everyone had fully gathered that not everyone was indeed present. “And just when were ye gonna tell us about this, laddie?” Gimli grumbled, setting himself down on a nearby rock. Legolas glanced towards the man of Gondor with anxious eyes, he had not heard of Aragorn’s setback. Was he alright?

Boromir in return, rolled his eyes at Gimli, before responding, “He had an urgent case to take care of before he could leave. He believed to make it two days from now.” He explained, causing the hobbits to sigh sadly. “Thou shalt not be so disheartened!” Glorfindel then cried, his golden hair waving in the wind. “A feast there is tonight! We will have it merrily and wait therein for King Elassar to arrive in our homely house.” Erestor rolled his eyes at his partner's proud and confident tone as he dramatically led the hobbits towards the hall of fire. Legolas smiled. Soon Gimli, Boromir and the twins departed also, with Elrond and Gandalf (deep in conversation) made their way towards the thick and rich gardens with Lindir trailing languorously behind them. Soon Legolas was left in Arwen’s presence, and the two shared a warm embrace.

“All is well in Ithilien?” She asked, peeling away and fixing him under her piercing azure eyes. “Most,” Legolas replied, intertwining their arms together as they walked into the house, “The elves are delighted to work on nurturing a forest so much like their own, however homesickness is quite a striking disease.” Arwen laughed at the joke. “Yes, I do believe I remember your reaction to being away from Greenwood on your first visit here.” She giggled at his dismayed expression. “I was just five-hundred!” He cried, forming quite an informal pout. “Such a measly age for a great warrior prince.” She said, smiling wide. “Oh dear, was I not informed that ‘such a great warrior prince’ was meant to skip that age? I need to have a word with my teachers after this holiday.” Legolas asked, frowning. “Yes, I should have a serious word with them.” Arwen nodded sternly before they both burst into a fit of laughter.

Four days passed in a mere blink, and soon enough, Aragorn rode through the stone arch of Imladris, dressed in his ranger gear. Legolas barely repressed an eye roll at the choice. “Really, Estel?” Elrohir cried, exasperated, “You have this giant wardrobe full of fancy, rich clothing and you wear…. that.” Elladan shook his head beside his brother. “I think there be nuffing wrong with Mr. Strider’s clothes.” Samwise spoke up, crossing his arms in a display of dominance. The twins giggled at him and the hobbit soon blushed in embarrassment before hiding himself behind Frodo. “See, Samwise approves.” Aragorn said, swinging himself off his horse, grinning like a dork.

“Yes, because Samwise is too polite to say otherwise.” Legolas voiced, moving forward to embrace his love. Aragorn accepted the hug with little hesitation. Gimli gagged from somewhere to their left, “Get a rooommmm.” He moaned and everyone laughed at him. Soon they all went off to their respective rooms whilst Gimli complained to Meriadoc and Peregrin about “Havin’ to deal with ‘ose two was a rough nightmare!”

Aragorn snorted and pulled Legolas in closer. “You look beautiful.” He murmured, kissing him on the cheek. The Prince flushed, he didn’t really look all that stunning, he was wearing a simple white gown with a silver belt and brown shoes. “I couldn’t say the same about you…” he said in turn and the King’s jaw went slack. “Legolas! Does thou mock me so?” He asked, pushing Legolas away from him. “Yes,” he replied after being pushed away. “How could one not mock you?”

“Samwise didn’t.” “We’ve been through this.”

“I’d like to properly go through it again.”

“How was the first time not properly!?”

“Because I said so.” “Oh, apologies, Your Highness.”

“Bow down to me, peasant.”

“I think you’ve forgotten who you speak of.”

“Who are you again?” “A peasant, apparently.” “You look like one.”

“At least I’m a beautiful one.”

“Who lied to thee?”

“THOU JUST SPOKE IT!”

“I have no memory of this… do you deem to make a fool of me, peasant!?”

“Oh my Eru…” Legolas sighed before tugging at Aragorn’s arm and pulling him in for a kiss. “Needy peasant…” the King mumbled and Legolas slapped him, “Sorry, sorry!”

“PIPPIN YULE!” Pippin yelled, jumping up beside the tree. “PIPPIN!” Merry cried “It’s Merry Yule. Not Pippin Yule!” He cried. “No fair! Why do you get a title!” Pippin voiced his disappointment. “I didn’t choose it!” Cried Merry in disbelief. “TRAITOR!”

Whilst the two hobbits argued back and forth, the others were busy moving around from table to table, enjoying the foods of the fine elven chefs in the kitchens. Legolas sat on the floor beside the tree with his head resting upon his lover’s shoulder. Gimli and Boromir were speaking of their own love lives because they thought that everyone should know (in reality they were jealous of all the coupling around them and brought the attention to themselves), Elrond and Arwen were dancing together as the Elven band plucked at their string instruments merrily in the background, Gandalf was watching whilst smoking his pipe with a newly arrived Biblo, Frodo was holding a crying Samwise after he had received his present which happened to be the finest gift for a gardener; a pair of cutters. Meanwhile on the opposite side of the hall, the twins were harassing Erestor whilst Glorfindel watched on, incredulity amused.

“Lord Glorfindel might return to the Halls of Mandos sooner than any would have anticipated…” Aragorn murmured, taking Legolas’ hand in his own. The Prince laughed, “Aye, the famous Balrog slayer, hero of the realms, reborn, and the bane of the Nazgul taken down by a fuming partner.” Legolas giggled, adjusting his head position. “Sounds like a fairy tale.” Aragorn replied, casting a look over to Erestor. “Might become a reality soon however.” Legolas smiled.

The day went on like this for hours, until Gandalf eventually roped everyone onto the dance floor and got the band to play – in Gimli’s words – ‘less depressing music’. Everyone danced with sounds of cherry laughter and blissful sounds as they all tried to manoeuvre around one another without toppling down to the ground. After ten minutes, Merry and Pippin ended up falling over Aragorn’s feet and declared that the dancing should become a competition to see who could last the longest.

Around another hour the only left standing were Legolas and Aragorn, Elrond and Arwen, and finally Glorfindel and Erestor. “Stupid elves…” Gimli muttered, crossing his arms over his red undershirt. “Not an elf!~” Aragorn sang smugly. The dwarf tossed a gold mug at the King’s head which he gracefully dodged and stuck his tongue out at the fuming dwarf. “Yes, this be the greatest Gondorian King, first to sit upon the throne in years, the saviour of realms, the–” Legolas began before Aragorn silenced him with a kiss. “Enough of that, peasant.” Everyone in the room groaned. Legolas pouted as they danced around the floor, “My rights are being taken away! Lord Elrond!” He whined. “Pity…” the Elven Lord replied, twirling his daughter around as she laughed.

Soon Aragorn’s measly human legs gave out and tripped Legolas onto the ground. The Prince ignored all the King’s pointless apologises as they watched the last two pairs. Soon, Glorfindel stepped on Erestor’s toes and got a painful cry, and a fuming partner as they were instructed to sit out by Merry. Lord Elrond and Arwen were crowned the winners and offered a pipe from Bilbo. Both respectfully declined.

As night drew nearer, Legolas stood on his balcony, gazing up at the stars high above. He whispered a prayer to Varda before going in and sitting down beside Aragorn, who had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace. The Elven Prince smiled softly before dousing the blaze and finding a spare blanket before snuggling in beside his lover and placing the blanket on the both of them and falling asleep blissfully leaning on Aragorn.

#aralas #samfro #glorfindel x erestor #lotr one shot #my wriitng #writing #its not very good but it was kind of last-minute sooo #christmas #christmas tree #happy holidays

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enter-fandom · 5 years

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The Long Road (Part 2)

Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Thorin x Reader Rating: General Warnings: General, Canon Compliant Violence Theme: Radioactive - Pentatonix & Lindsey Stirling cover Request: N/A Words: 1841 Status: Part 2 (read part 1 HERE) Notes: I wanted to have a little fun with Rivendell. The outfit featured here is modeled after one of my favorites from Faire. Mostly just a breather, some minor foreshadowing, revealing a secret, and some music. Hope you enjoy!

Lord Elrond was exceedingly generous. Despite the way hunger clawed at your stomach, you wished to take advantage of the brief reprieve, and while the Dwarves were led straight to dinner, you requested the opportunity to freshen up, and the aid of one of his people. Digging through your pack, you removed your spare clothes, carefully packing away your armor before dressing as swiftly as possible. The black skirt was nearly too long for you, brushing your ankles even as it sat just below your breasts, which were covered by a red linen peasant top. You pressed your corset close as the Elven maiden entered, smiling and moving to tighten the laces at your back.

Your belt and blade were at your waist again once she finished to your satisfaction, and you gave her a small bow of thanks, before following her to dinner, your pack over your shoulder once more.

Eyes were upon you quickly once you rejoined the group, and you smiled, chuckling softly. “Quite an unexpected change,” Gandalf mused, nodding as you fell into step with him, Elrond at his other side.

“I doubt there will be much opportunity on our journey to wear such things. I'll be back in my armor before we leave.” You absently reached to toy with the stone pendant at your chest, revealed with the change in attire as you hesitated, uncertain of where to sit before Gandalf beckoned you to join him with Elrond and Thorin.

The Dwarf's eyes remained upon you as you sat, leaning in just a little, “What is that?”

You turned the stone, the engraving resting against your skin when you removed your hand, revealing only the flat back side, smooth deep grey on black string, “It's nothing. Just a trinket.” His brow was not the only one that rose, and you gently draped your napkin in your lap, reaching for your fork as dinner began. Laughter at your back had you glancing over, catching sight of Kili being teased, and you smiled into your salad, attention moving back to the conversation at your own table.

Orcrist and Glamdring were named, and you smiled, shocked as Elrond asked, “Might I see your blade?”

“It isn't Elvish make, or from the hoard,” you managed, but he reached out, and you obliged, allowing him to turn the blade over slowly in his hands.

“It is a fine blade, a gift, if I'm not mistaken.”

“Yes, from my stepfather. He passed two years ago.”

“A fine gift indeed.” You smiled, returning the blade to its home, as Elrond returned to his talk with Gandalf and Thorin, watching with a soft sigh as the Dwarf left your table in a huff. Any moment now, things would fall into disarray. The Dwarves would prove a rowdy, if enjoyable bunch, and as if aware of your thoughts, Bofur rose, singing, your own foot tapping to the rhythm beneath the table. The Elven music was nice, but even you had to admit it was a little dry in comparison to the Dwarven tune, and you laughed, ducking when the food fight started. Nearly hit with a roll, you reached for your own, taking aim and knocking Kili square in the head, a light in your eyes as you stood. If they kept at it, you’d be changing before you were ready. Behind you, you could hear Gandalf and Elrond’s low voices, a brief mention of the strange company, yourself included. When Gandalf mentioned that you were an unexpected addition, you glanced back, hit with another roll as you did, “Unexpected is an understatement.” There was a knowing look from Elrond, and you could only smile. He was wise, and there was no hiding from him that this was not your home, that you were from another world. He didn’t say anything, however, as you all but hopped down from the dias, joining the Company on the lower level as they began to disperse, glancing between Dwalin and Fili, “Would either of you care to spar?” Dwalin shot you an incredulous glance, “Not dressed like that, lass.” “Yes, dressed like this,” you countered, shaking your head some. You were just as capable like this, though you really did need the practice. True battle would be different than the reenactments you participated in back home, even if the technique was the same. Fili shrugged beside you, and you followed along to a clear area, drawing your blade and taking a ready stance. “Do you even know how to use that?” “Of course, though most of my fighting has been for fun, and show.” It was the closest to the truth you could easily manage, and a brow rose, Dwaling gesturing for Fili to take the first round. You should have known you’d lose, but you put up a decent fight. It didn’t help that Dwalin began questioning you the minute everything started, “What do you mean, fun and show?” “Like a tournament, only we’re not actually aiming to hurt one another. We have these Faires. I worked at one.” Which just led to more questions, until you were kneeling, panting on the stonework, propped gently on your blade, “I yield.” At this point, despite your loss, Dwalin was smiling, moving over to reach a hand to pull you up, “You fight well.” Glancing down at your attire, you nodded, “I think it’s time to change back, though, if you’ll excuse me.” Later, when you returned to the group in your armor, you truly wished you could charge your phone. It was sitting, turned off for the moment, to preserve what you could of the battery for as long as possible. The lack of wifi at least allowed you to save some, by turning on airplane mode, but it would still not be long before it was fully dead, and your past lost to you in such a concrete way. Still, as you joined them around the fire, you found yourself reaching for it, powering it on as they sat and talked, sometimes breaking into song before Bofur glanced your way, “What’s music like where you’re from, Y/N?” You hesitated, shaking your head some, “That’s a broad question. There’s so many types, and centuries of songs. We have music much like the Elves, and some like your own, and some that are harder, darker, faster.” You thought through the genres, before gesturing with your phone, “I have some here, if you’d like to hear it.” The company nodded, a little confused by the prospect, but intrigued nonetheless. Pulling up some of your downloaded music, you scrolled, before smiling. “Okay, so what I’m about to play is a collaborative effort. There’s this amazing violinist, and an acapella group who decided to work together to cover a popular song, and I think you’ll like it.” You didn’t wait, pressing play and the Pentatonix Lindsey Stirling cover of Radioactive started playing, your eyes on them as they took the music in. It didn’t take long before you were singing along softly, “I’m breaking in, shaping up, and checking out on the prison bus. This is it - the apocalypse…” In some ways, it almost felt that way. Middle Earth was like something from the history of your own Earth, something from the past, and you were an anachronism. Out of time and place, waking up to a new age. The song lapsed automatically to the next, but you paused it. While you liked the next song, you wanted to give them something else, something a little more out of their comfort zone. You scrolled a little more, and the next song you played was a little more apt than perhaps you intended, Through the Fire and Flames screeching through the speakers, startling Ori beside you. Dwalin listened with rapt attention, his eyes darting to you as they narrowed. “And what is this?” “Dragonforce. Through the Fire and Flames.”

He huffed, “I like it.” Of course he did. You went through a few more songs, some more mellow and melodic, some a little more forceful, avoiding the recordings you had related to Middle Earth. When your phone battery lowered more than you could really bear, you turned it off, Bofur studying you curiously, but didn’t speak, watching as Balin and Thorin stood, the map tucked slowly into Thorin’s coat. You rose as well, hesitating before you asked, “Do you mind if I join you?” Thorin frowned, but Balin stayed him with a gentle hand, “It might be important that she do so.” With a curt nod from Thorin, you fell into step with Bilbo behind him, reaching to press the pendant to your chest tighter beneath your leathers, aware of what was to come and wondering just what a difference your presence would make.

The cavern was breathtaking, the midsummer moon illuminating it as you moved into place, watching Thorin grudgingly hand it off to Elrond. As the runes were illuminated, you mouthed along with Elrond, getting curious looks from the assembly. If they had bothered to ask about it, you wouldn’t have had a convincing lie, but they didn’t, at least not there, things progressing much as they had initially.

It was Balin, of all people, who questioned you, once you were removed from the situation and on your way back to the others, falling into step with you and slowing until you lingered alone, “You could read the runes?” “No, not really, but...I did know what the map said.” His brow rose, and you sighed, “Where I’m from, this quest is a story. A children’s story at that. I’ve been aware of the tale since my childhood. I know the path, the dangers, and things like what was written on the map. I don’t wish to reveal too much, to jeopardize the quest itself, but I will reveal things that come up that could potentially be changed, things that need to be changed.” You were still uncertain of the Goblin Caves. Bilbo finding the ring was important, almost tantamount to the quest itself, but Thorin’s death? Those of Fili and Kili? Those would be changed if you had any say.

He studied you for a moment, and you reached into your pack, still at your back, and pulled out a well worn paperback, the title The Hobbit clear on the cover as you flipped through the pages, pointing to a portion of a page, “There, see. The map being read. The reveal of the hidden door.” “Keep that book close, lass,” he instructed, and you nodded, tucking it away once more, having already intended to do so. He gestured for you to continue walking, and you both quickly rejoined the group, nerves settling in your stomach. Maybe that’s why you were here. To save Thorin and his sister-sons. Maybe the Valar knew and were not ready for them to cross to the Halls of Waiting. While you were no Dwarf, nor Hobbit, you said a pair of silent prayers to both Mahal and Yavanna to watch over their children. They were going to need it.

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blankdblank · 5 years

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“Close your eyes. Please.” Thorin’s brow rose playfully as you giggled up at him just moments after your early morning hug and stolen kiss. “I have a gift for you.”

With a smirk he purred at you lowly, “And here I am without a trinket for you.”

After another giggle you replied, “It’s a marker of trust, for new beginnings.”

His smile grew as he eyed the velvet pouch you withdrew from behind your back, in a slow inhale he closed his eyes feeling your fingers ease under his vest, finding the small slit already added for decorations, you secured the small peach colored butterfly bearing a crown in the center with the large securing snap on the back securing it in place. In an eager squint at you he drew another giggle from you when you noticed. “Can I look now?”

You replied, “Yes.”

He peered down, “I am sensing a theme here.”

You giggled again, “I know it isn’t Ravens, but it is quite meaningful.”

“I presume a gift from the Queen is always meaningful.”

You smirked up at him, then glanced at it sheepishly and reached out to ease your fingers along the sides of his vest, “It marks you as my favorite.”

All at once the meaning of it hit him, for all your attentions towards one another he had greatly ached to have some trinket or jeweled marker he was able to gift to you, but with your lack of publicly being known as Queen he was unable to do so just yet. “Thank you. I’ll treasure it always.”

Your smile grew after his lean in to claim a gentle kiss and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Tonight we’ve arranged for Dwarven press to be allowed as well, so we’ll be, out, near officially, and then my birthday coronation will, add certain drama to it. I thought, maybe a marker now might ease things.”

He chuckled at you softly and eased his hands around your middle, “The press can say what they wish, and I can assure you, when we return you will have a great number of trinkets from me for other events or, simply because I wish to.”

“I have jewels, and trinkets.”

He smirked at you, “Not a great number of Dwarvish ones I wager.” You smirked up at him through his soft chuckle, “Is there anything I can do, to help today?”

“I am leaving in a short while, just have to add my mask. Did you wish to relax today?”

After wetting his lower lip he replied, “Would I be able to attend with you?”

“If you like. I’ll get changed.”

“Anything I should wear?”

You eyed his deep blue dress shirt under the black vest with green etchings and black slacks over his dress shoes, “You are dressed perfectly. Don’t forget your crown.”

He smirked as you tugged on his vest drawing him lower to allow you to kiss him again, “Of course Your Majesty.” Softly you giggled and turned to head back to your room.

You pulled out of the sweater and shorts you were coated in and grabbed the hanger coated in the peach layered flowing dress. The simple heart shaped top over your cleavage and few straps across your back joined in a single braid down the center of your back before you smiled at your Cousin Arwen as she entered and helped you add your mask and to braid the top of your hair to cover the chains and twist those braids around the thick braid containing the rest of your hair.

Through the braid were several jeweled clasps in rose gold reaching up to form a simple half circlet coated in vines and flowers resting around the back of your head and branching down towards your ears. The last touch was your simple nude tall heels without any further jeweled adornments past two rose gold bracelets covering half of your forearms, stemming down across the backs of your hands securing on your fingers, the start of chimes from along the wall signaled your departure to join the Thorin, his guarding Durins and your Uncles in the main hall all smiling at the first glimpse of your near full royal attire.

The drive was not long but when you had finally reached large marble formed meeting hall with a long line of cars releasing all of the Council members and your kin, and the Durins before your car as the second to last with only King Thranduil and Prince Legolas behind you. On his feet Thorin, surrounded by his guarding Durins glancing over the cheering crowds greeting the newcomers happily after your trinket was in full view of all of the surrounding Elves and the Dwarven Press circle filming his walk towards the carpeted outer stairs.

The door opened allowing you to shift your feet out of the door just moments before you were upright and standing on the end of the carpet glancing over the crowds and guards all bowing their heads to you. In a few steps your car had driven off and Thranduil and Legolas’ pulled up behind you and opened allowing them and their guards out. A glint in the crowd brought your hand to shift straighter at your side allowing a simple dagger to slide down your palm from under your bracelet. All at once a group of six Elves rushed out of the crowds as you flung the dagger at the Elf just feet from Dwalin’s back with a poisoned dart gun. The dagger landed in his neck sending him onto his knees as you drew another from your left hand and flung at the back of the one charging for Thorin, in a joint turn Thorin and Dwalin spotted their collapse as another man gripped your hair and pressed a poisoned dart gun into your chin as Legolas’ daggers brought down two more.

Thorin’s lips parted but before anyone else could move your fingers drew a dagger tucked in the end of your braid that had swung over your chest that you buried into his chest as you knocked his arm away from you and the crowds towards the sky. Continuing your turn away from him you gripped the gun after burying the dagger again in his neck and leaving it there as you aimed the gun at the last Elf. All around you, much to the Dwarves’ surprise no one fled, merely formed walls to keep any Spiders from fleeing.

Clad fully in black with a giant spider across his chest and back his eyes narrowed through his chuckle as he slid his thumb along a dagger of his own and said, “How quaint. I doubt such a young thing as you would ever find the strength to bring down anyone while looking them in the eye.”

His smile grew as you lowered the gun, but as he went to chuckle you fired it three times, once in his wrist forcing him to drop his dagger, his knee and then into his foot drawing a pained gasp from him as you stepped closer to him. Reaching up with your free hand to remove a jeweled section in the back of your circlet revealing another dagger while you locked your eyes with his saying, “Find something more valuable than your life to barter with.” Inches from him you stabbed him into his side and twisted it, drawing another gasp from him as he caught the sparks flowing through your eyes, “I have little use for it.”

Suddenly you drew it out and turned allowing him to collapse to his knees as you walked away from him. At your side Thranduil stepped around him as his guards drug him away, he flicked a handkerchief out of his vest pocket and smiled at you through saying, “Allow me.” Claiming the dagger to wipe off for you. You smiled up at him as you twisted the gun in your hand passing it handle first to one of your bowing guards who held out his other palm with one of your other wiped off daggers.

In a soft tone you thanked him, collecting the dagger and tucked it back in its sheath while you claimed another from a guard stepping over where Dwalin’s attacker was formerly laying. After you tucked that one away another guard bowed extending the dagger you had saved Thorin with that you tucked back into the end of your braid and peered upwards towards Dwalin still on the steps giving you an adoring smile matching that of his Cousins you had also saved.

At your side Thranduil passed you the dagger handle up that you tucked back into your circlet as he gently brushed the few blood droplets that had landed on your arm through your raising your hem to avoid tracking blood inside. After a few steps you were at Thorin’s side as the Dwarves around him parted and circled his bare side joining you for the rest of the stairs once your hand was curled around his offered arm. You and the two Kings passed through the doorway first as the crowds gave one last cheer for you, with the Prince and Durins following after on the first turn into the main hall joining your Uncles all approaching to check on you.

With a relieved exhale you glanced up at Thorin, who was still smiling at you, then to your Uncles who all claimed a moment to press their forehead to yours then turned to lead you to the meeting hall filled with the waiting Council. In a glance down at you Thorin whispered in Khuzdul, “I owe you-,”

In a smile up at him you cut him off, “You, owe me a movie later.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as you stole a glance at your gift resting across his chest, silently reminding him of your marker placing him as your favorite and under your protection. In a glance back at Dwalin you caught his respectful head bow before you faced forward again.

On their feet the Council bowed their heads to you in your entrance onto the main platform along the wall with Thorin on your left in a Dwarven style wooden chair beside your larger intricately carved throne. With a smaller identical one for Maglor and a larger one for Thranduil beside Lord Celeborn and Lord Elrond’s with the Princes and guards in a row behind yours. In front of you they claimed their seats and the house leader started the meeting, greeting all in attendance, including the Elven leaders and Dwarf King, who was doing all he could to avoid glaring at the Dwarven press in the balconies above filming you and him and taking specific notes. Including the placement of your hands resting over the arms of your throne with your fingers brushing over the tops of his on his throne pressed against yours. Your other hand and arm twisting around your Uncle’s in a sign of unity through the full presentation leading up to the final presentation of tallies for each nation.

Locked in his stoic stance Thorin curled his little finger around yours as the House Leader stood once again with the sealed ballot cards bearing the final counts urging you to inhale deeply and hold your expression straight as they were read off. Slowly you exhaled and watched the full votes marking the wish for both Lothlorien and Rivendell to be handed over to your crown. Unknown to you they both clapped and smiled through the announcement and joined the Council all rising to bow to you again as they all pledged their allegiance to you and your reign.

In a rise to your feet your hands were freed and you turned to see the Lords rise and bow to you as well before the other Royals joined you on the path out to your cars again returning to the Palace.

Parked in the garages you exited again and shook your trembling hands and turned to Elrond and Celeborn, who both crossed to you and claimed tight hugs from you.

Elrond, “Neither of us disagree with the vote.”

Celeborn, “Yes. We both happily await your first orders.”

You chuckled softly, “You are both perfectly capable of managing your lands. I doubt orders will rarely be necessary.”

They both chuckled and started the path inside as Thranduil glanced at his phone he drew from one of his guard’s hands to say, “The survivor is sharing all he knows. We will have a full report by morning Your Majesty.” His eyes met yours and he smiled at you, “Your Father would have been proud.”

With a giggle you replied, “My Mother would have said to aim higher on his ribs.”

Making him chuckle in return, “True. She had very little patience for prisoners.”

He turned taking his Son inside to change in their rooms for the lunch being prepared for you all. As the cars parked, the final one arrived released the Durins who all formed around you with large smiles. Thorin’s hand eased around yours and he smiled again as you leaned against his arm for the walk inside. Your smile flinched larger when they joined you in your room and helped remove your jewels and concealed weapons you left on your dresser and turned easing your fingers through your hair, flicking it over your back.

In a step forward you claimed a hug from Thorin as he chuckled deeply and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. When you were freed you turned to Dwalin, still bearing a timid gaze over you and clutched his wrist saying, “Oh come here.” He couldn’t help but smile as you claimed a hug from him as well drawing chuckles from the other Durins. Pulling back from him you caught his eyes saying, “No one hurts my friends. Your back was turned. I’m certain you’d have done the same for me.”

Their smiles grew and they watched you slip out of your shoes and guided them to leave their royal jewels in Thorin’s room, where he left his crown and joined you to the main garden for the lunch set up as a large picnic. All the food was soon eaten as the younger Durins and your Cousins all talked about your attack before shifting into what your next scheduled event would be as you lounged against Thorin’s side on the large pile of pillows enjoying the warm breeze.

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After a couple days of sightseeing with Thorin on a few scattered dates as the Princes were taken for dates of their own you all boarded a secure train headed for Southern Greenwood to settle into your palace for the rest of your trip lasting through the days after your birthday and Coronation.

Gasps were drawn all around at the glowing white and silver marble kingdom under the shade of the massive trees and foliage filling your lands. Guards flooded the street edges forming walls to hold back the hoards of your subjects all cheering and waving to you and your guests on the streets heading straight for the Royal Circle. The first task was to set up your belongings in your rooms and guide the others on a tour of the Palace and grounds all circling a giant glowing tree, including sharing the portraits of your late parents that was resting right before the portrait of your silhouette facing away from the artist including your butterfly mask. Soon to be replaced by another you would have to sit for today, that would be presented the following day on your birthday.

For hours you stood on the traditional platform in front of a stained glass mural on the sprouting of the first Elven Kingdoms in a thick and intricately decorated gowns while the Durins sat on the sides talking and joking with you easing the capture of your full smile. Nightfall came bringing dinner with it that led to a stolen hug and peck on the cheek before heading to bed.

From sunrise to sunset you were on a strict schedule with most of the morning with you greeting your guests and accepting their gifts for your birthday ending with you slipping away to slide out of your heels and plop down on the couch beside Thorin with an exhausted sigh earning a chuckle from him. In a low rumble he asked, “Do you need a nap?” You nodded against his chest and he smirked watching Ellohrir’s approach with a blanket he covered you with allowing you to snuggle against Thorin’s side with your Nieces climbing over you both to nap as well through the movie playing.

Nerves grew as you were once again masked and pulled on a purple and silver flowing gown identical to the one from the other day but with extra flowing strips of fabric all coated in cocoons secured with white gold bands along your arms giving it a dull grey outer layer. Tucked in a tight braided bun your hair was pulled up without any adornment as you stared at the curtain coated doorway and taking in a deep breath as you opened your eyes at the music sounding as your Uncle’s speech had ended. Tucked tightly in the courtyard all the visiting nobles and press sat taking in each extravagant detail to the service.

Barefoot and steadily you walked to the pace of the music in a straight path towards the awed guests as they watched your glowing form walk towards the giant tree pulsing brightly and swaying in response to your glow. Each step in the torch light and glowing crystal orb lit path sent shadows over your flowing gown making it appear to be a dull caterpillar along your path. At the base of the giant roots your hand lowered to raise your hem giving a flash of the white gold rings and jeweled anklet reaching up to attach to the bands around your lower legs and knees. The music grew as the first flicker of moonlight caused the tree to glow even brighter as you reached the top knot of the root.

A single exhale left you as the crowd gasped at the moon rising behind the tree base as you were wreathed in flames branching up to coat the tree triggering the release of the thousands of cocoons coating the branches and leaves, along with the ones on your dress. In an easy sway one of the unharmed branches lowered as you removed your mask and exhaled shakily through the formerly hidden crown under the tree’s protection was settled on top of your head before the branch claimed your mask then rose again as you turned. Their hatching revealing the hidden shimmering purple and silver gown when your flames died down leaving you to appear unscathed from the massive cloud of shimmering starlight painted butterflies.

Facing the crowds the music died and the crowds stood greeting you then all the Elves now under your rule bowed deeply to you while the Durins and Sigrid bowed their heads. In your walk down the root again the music played after your traditional vows were recited signaling servants to swoop in claiming the chairs as your smile grew through a relieved giggle in Thorin’s approach to you. On his right Maglor and his Wife joined you on the circle along with your Uncles Elrond with his Wife and Celeborn with Arwen, and King Thranduil who borrowed the Queen of Rohan for the first dance stirring an excited giggle from her.

An awed smile spread on Thorin’s face as he accepted your hands for the first hold of the traditional dance as he rumbled, “You are breath taking. I have never seen a coronation like that before.”

You smiled up at him drawing a wave of flashes from the Dwarf press as the others snapped one or two copies of your first motions in the dance, “You haven’t seen many Elven coronations. I would love to see a taping of yours.”

He chuckled guiding you through the first turn while he stole a better look at the mithril formed crown coated in shimmering white glowing jewels, “Of course. I’ll call Amad to have a copy set aside for viewing when we return. Though no doubt it will be playing endlessly on the news reel when we return.” A flicker of uncertainty flashed through his eyes making you giggle again.

“We will be returning. There is still work to be done, besides, you invited me to that state dinner next week. Remember?”

His smile grew, “I remember. And now, at least I can plan even more dates for us both.”

With a giggle you replied, “Leaving only our possible trade talks and endless paperwork in the future.”

He chuckled, “Ah yes, how could I forget the best part of courtship. All those stamps and copies of contract sending that waft of worn parchment and wax into the air.”

You giggled and playfully sighed back, “Just makes me weak in the knees thinking about it.” Making him chuckle again through your next turn and following spin. Five more turns signaled the end of the dance and the opening of the glass doors surrounding the courtyard revealing dining halls packed with meals and sweets. Heads turned as you called out welcoming your guest to enjoy the spread and gripped your hem leading Thorin towards a curtain lined archway revealing a special selection meant only for you and your kin and the Durin group, “I am starving.”

The night lingered on and the food and music eventually waned allowing you to slip back to your room where you laid out on your side fully dressed after removing your crown to let you sleep soundly without the struggle to remove the rest of your decorations.

Soon enough breakfast was set out allowing you to slump into your chair in your comfiest sweater and shorts bringing a smile to the men as they followed your prior nights request at spending the morning in pj’s. The sway of your loose curls over your face earned another chuckle from Thorin who gently brushed them back to steal a kiss on your cheek. With a sleepy giggle you thanked the servants passing out the hearty meal and helped yourself to several servings then moved to the gardens to lounge and play with your Nieces before their flight back to Rivendell later that day.

All around you the Noble children joining your guests all filled the courtyard with laughter as they came to play with you all drawing large smiles from their guardians and relatives. By nightfall your guests had gone and you were dressed for your first formal televised speech at the presentation of your portrait soon to be stamped on currency and whatever your people could manage to stick it on as they eagerly claimed the right to finally praise their Queen.

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Exhausted you grumbled stirring from against the equally as exhausted Dwarf King’s side at Dwalin’s nudges woke you from your slumber on the flight back to Erebor. With the landing you straightened up sleepily wiping your faces after buckling back in only to unbuckle a few minutes later and take the short walk down the steps and into the waiting cars as the press filmed you all. Parked outside your house a chuckle sounded around you from the King, who curled you in his arms and carried you inside to bed while his waiting guards brought in your belongings. Once safely tucked in a kiss was pressed to your forehead with guards in place as the King slumped back into his car for the final trip that would allow him to collapse happily onto his bed for a good nights rest.

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A Noble Maiden Fair.

Pairing: Thranduil x OFC

Rating: Fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Tolkien characters mentioned or the world in which they inhabit. I also do not own the lyrics used within this story. I do however own Edana Leòideach. This is purely written for entertainment purposes. I do not make any money from this, whatsoever.

Warnings: None.

Length: 2,609 words.

Note: I have a feeling I have already posted this one but I can’t seem to find it. My apologies if you have seen this one before. It also posted on my AO3 account.

This was also written based on an imagine from Tumblr but I can’t seem to find it either. Edana is also loosely based off of the character Merida, from Disney’s Brave. The song she sings is Noble Maiden Fair from the same film. It is written in Gaelic.

Summary: This maiden fair sings a lullaby and captures the heart of a particular Elven king, Thranduil.

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After the chaos had subsided and the dwarves were allowed to join the elves for supper, instead of being cooped up in the cells, Edana could only hope that the company would behave themselves. She really couldn't handle any more embarrassment such as the behaviour that unfurled during their time spent with lord Elrond in Rivendell. Fortunately, and to her surprise they all sat quietly at the table. Thankfully the halfling had come to her aid in reminding the men that they were no longer around the table at Bag End, but dining with the king of the Woodland Realm, Thranduil; who despite his dislike towards the Dwarvish kind offered them food and shelter. Albeit he did capture them first but in his defence, they were trespassing on his lands.

Thorin grunted with obvious dislike at having to mind his manners before the elves, but for Edana he would spare her the shame, for she was the only woman amongst them. It would be unfair of him to let her experience such madness all of the time. He then laughed to himself as he noted himself referring to the lass as a lady, for she had yet to demonstrate such behaviour befitting that status. Maybe it was the fact that she had spent too much time in their company that had ruined any chance of that, or her fiery aura that did not make room for grace and elegance.

Breaking herself off a little of the elven bread placed before her, she examined the produce before taking a bite. It was different than what she was used to, but after a few reluctant swallows she found it to be not all that bad. So much could be said for the boys as they looked to the greenery upon their plates with faces like disappointed children. She even noticed Bofur lifting up a leaf in hope that underneath a piece of meat would be hiding. Much to his despair he found only more green. Before he could say anything, as she expected him to do, she gave him a kick under the table as a reminder of their other guests.

Wincing from the sudden attack, Bofur grumbled and tore a great piece out of the leaf on his plate in comical defeat. His actions brought Edana to let out a laugh. Her laugh, melodious as it was, broke the silence in the room in turn attracting the attention of the elven king.

Thranduil looked to the other end of the table at the fiery, red haired maiden. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the woman as he had never met such a specimen of female before. She was neither Dwarf nor Elf which led him to believe she was human. This made her that little bit more likeable to him as he favoured humans over dwarves but only a little, for he found men to be too rash and greedy, although less greedy than dwarves. To be fair it didn't take much for Thranduil to dislike anybody other than his own kin.

He took a moment to admire her form for as before said he was not familiar with a woman of fuller figure. Elven women were mostly tall and lean in their figures, delicate and elegant whereas Edana embodied curves, a fuller breast and a shorter frame. Shorter than that of an Elf she was still a head or so taller than her Dwarf friends and almost double the height of the Hobbit, Bilbo. What fascinated him most was the flaming red curls that was her hair. Although it was slightly unkempt, compared to the straight silver strands of his own, it suited her well. The curls gently nestled themselves to rest upon her shoulders, complimenting and framing her youthfully rounded face.

Lifting the goblet to his lips, he tore his gaze away from the maiden and continued with his meal and wine, making sure the dwarves kept to their word and behaved themselves. Just as he turned away Thorin looked to the Mirkwood royal, briefly catching him admiring Edana. He was sure that he caught the king smirking slightly as he looked over their friend. To be fair he couldn't blame the Elf as she was a fine sight, and an even better friend to laugh and enjoy a conversation with. However, beyond that he felt nothing in the sense of romance for Edana.

After the food had been cleared away the company had been offered chambers for the evening suggesting that they rest. Edana looked to her leader in hope that he would accept for she needed the rest. She may have been built of tougher stuff then the sprites of the woodland realm, but she was never one to turn down a comfy bed and time to sleep. Looking around at his men, and of course Edana, Thorin turned to Thranduil and kindly accepted his offer.

"Very well, see to it that you all get some rest." He gently bowed his head before turning to one of the guards speaking quietly in Elvish. No doubt it was to make sure that the guard was doubled so that no one left the halls without him knowing, and also to make sure they bathed. In turn they were all showed to their rooms, all but Thorin, of whom Thranduil wished to speak to. So, the Dwarf king stayed behind.

Edana thanked the she-elf that showed her to her room. The Elf politely nodded and reminded her that should she need anything, to just call. She was also given permission to wander the halls, should she feel up to it. Although, the Elf did stress that she bathe and change first. The lass felt she should take offence to the urging of a bath from the Elf but upon smelling herself, lifting her arm and sniffing her garment, she wholeheartedly agreed. After travelling for some time with a bunch of manly men she sometimes forgot herself and the need for a wash every once in a while. Embracing the opportunity, she gladly stripped of her dirtied attire and dipped in to the pure waters of a bath, filled with the scent of lavender and rose oils.

Finally, clean and resembling a lady once again Edana dressed in a gown that was kindly provided for her, layered out on the bed. Lifting the sleeve of the gown and feeling the material of it between her gently calloused fingers, she admired the softness of the finery. The gown was a deep blue-green colour with golden detailing at the bottom of the skirt, and the hems of the sleeves. Pulling the dress over her head, she pulled it down and adjusted it so that it would fit. Luckily it fit her perfectly, her curves accentuated in the right places and her modesty kept intact. With a simple v neckline, adorned with golden lace up detailing, a white panel of silk lay underneath to cover her chest. The gown rested gently just off of her shoulders, exposing the top of her shoulders and lengthening her neck. All in all, the gown in shape, fit and colour brought out the ocean hues of her eyes and the fiery curls of her hair, against the porcelain tint of her skin.

"Well, m'eudail don't ye look bonnie?" Edana admired herself in the mirror, reciting her mother's words of endearment, whenever she would doll up instead of running around like a young laddie. She smiled at the memory as she tucked a curl behind her ear in a vain attempt to tame the fire, but it was no use. If she really wanted to, she could be a true lady, but her hair would always betray her with a mind of its own.

Satisfied with herself, she put on the shoes provided for her that happily complimented her gown and left her chamber. She gladly took up the offer of a chance to wander the halls of the Woodland Realm. She had never seen an Elven home before let alone a palace, and after hearing many stories of their grandeur and natural beauty, she simply couldn't pass it up.

As she navigated the vast halls she admired the wood carvings that adorned the walls. She then gazed upon the masts of beautifully carved wood, that climbed up as high as she could bend her head back to look up. Running her finger over some of the detail, she was reminded of the furniture of home, especially her grandmother's chair. She remembered sitting with her beloved nana, in her lap as she rocked gently in her chair, telling her stories of the races of Middle Earth. The chair was engraved with designs that told stories of their own, the story of their past and her ancestors.

Tracing the curve of the design, Edana then noticed the music playing throughout the halls. It was simple but beautiful at the same time. The gentle notes of the flutes and harps swirled around her, bringing her closer to the memory of home. The tune even reminded her of a lullaby her mother would sing to her, whenever she felt scared or lost.

Humming along to the tune she closed her eyes, her body beginning to sway gently to the music. Before she knew it, she got carried away with the moment and began to sing her mother's lullaby.

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"I suspect a quest is at hand." Thranduil stated, as he circled the Dwarf that stood in the centre of his throne room.

"That you are correct, what of it?" Thorin gave his usual sass of a reply, not liking how the Elf was delving in to his business. He folded his arms across his chest and awaited an answer, filled with more attitude from the Elven king, but it never came. He looked up at the Elf and noticed he had stopped completely in his tracks.

"Thran- " Thorin began only to be silenced by the royal, who held up his hand. Thorin did not like it one bit, but before he could begin to argue, he then heard the sound of someone singing echoing through the woodland halls.

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A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth

Mise ri d' thaobh, Ó mhaighdean bhàn

The beautiful notes of a female voice floated through the halls, sending chills down the spines of all who listened. The two kings looked to each other and wondered where, or mostly who, it was coming from. Listening carefully, Thorin recognised the language in which the song was being sung.

Ar rìbhinn òg, fàs a's faic

Do thìr, dìleas fhéin

Thranduil had never heard such words before. The words held the beauty of Sindarin but with the slight soundings of Khuzdul, the language spoken by Thorin and his kin. He had no idea as to what this maiden was saying, but he knew that it was beautiful and endearing nevertheless. Using his defined senses, he found where the song was coming from and followed it. Not wanting to miss out Thorin followed suit, following the Elven king towards the voice.

A ghrian a's a gheakach, stiùir sin

Gu uair ar cliù 's ar glòir

Upon reaching their destination, Thorin noticed it was Edana who was gracing the halls with her lullaby. He leaned against the wall beside him, arms folded over his chest once again as he watched her swaying gently to the music, admiring the woodwork. He had seen her like this before and although he could not shake the thought of her as one of the company, he did enjoy hearing her sing. It made him think of home and also of the stories she would tell them about her home in the Highlands.

Naoidhean bhig, ar rìbhinn òg

Mhaighdean uasal bhàn

Thorin looked to the Elven king and shook his head. The Elf had been completely taken by the maiden singing in the halls. Her lullaby had soothed his tired soul and opened him up to emotions he had forgotten how to feel. Seeing that he was smitten with Edana, although reluctant, Thorin couldn't help but urge Thranduil forward. Using the opportunity provided by Edana to escape the king, Thorin retreated to his chambers.

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As the song came to an end Edana continued to hum to herself. In her little daze she did not notice the King of Mirkwood, standing behind her. Finally, she stopped and decided to return to her chamber, as she felt a sudden heaviness come over her. She turned to leave only to be stopped by the taller frame of someone in her way.

Looking up to see who she had been so careless to walk in to, she immediately bowed her head upon noticing it was Thranduil.

"Forgive me, my Lord." She continued to bow her head until she was sure it was enough to show her respects to the man standing before her. Thranduil however, seemed to forget all propriety as he stood gazing upon her still. Edana hesitantly lifted her head, confused as to why the King had not yet said anything. She was met with a glistening gaze that matched her own as he bent his head low to look in to her eyes. His hand reached up slowly to caress her cheek, a move she was not expecting.

"My Lord?" She dared to question him, a little scared to say the least. From a young age she had heard about the king and his quick-tempered tendencies when questioned, but instead she was met again with awe.

Thranduil was endeared by her address to him as her Lord, although it was not him but Thorin she should address as such. Even more so he was captured by the beauty of her, especially now she was washed and dressed, and the words that came from her lips previously in song.

"Those words you sang were so beautiful." His tones were hushed, as if anything louder would break the magic that now surrounded them.

Edana blushed a furious red, that almost matched her hair, at the king’s kindness. Once she realised he was not about to get angry with her, for disturbing the peace, she allowed herself to embrace the beauty of the man before her.

Leaning in to his welcomed hand, she revelled in the warmth that came from his touch. It was her own little way of thanking him.

From that moment onwards, Edana was welcome to grace the halls of the woodland realm, whenever it took her fancy. If anything, Thranduil was reluctant to let her leave. He even managed to have Thorin persuade her to stay, much to the disappointment of the rest of the company, as they prepared to leave and continue on their journey towards the Lonely Mountain. They were going to miss their fiery lass who was now smitten and ensnared by the love of the Elven king.

When it came time for the company to leave, Edana watched on with tears glistening in her eyes. Thranduil however, deep down, was glad to see them gone. Although thanks to Edana, his dislike for the dwarves had lessened just a little bit.

"Edana Leòideach, Meleth nîn?" Thranduil asked, after the halls gates had closed.

"Hmm," Edana turned to the king who was giving her a generous dose of a pleading gaze.

"Sing for me?"

She rolled her eyes and laughed, playfully pushing at him, to which he reacted by pulling her close, wrapping her up in his arms. Her head resting on his chest she sighed happily and obliged the ever-impatient king, embracing the halls with her lullaby once again.

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M'eudail = My Darling/ Sweetheart (Gaelic)

Meleth nîn = My love (Sindarin)

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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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