*Author's note*

Alrighty folks, here is where the true revelation of Hela's true love is shown in this chapter. Now he won't make his true appearance until after the events of the 3 hobbit films, thought I should let you all know that this is a love story but it is not with any of the Hobbit characters. Also a bit more bonding time with the Dwarves which is what Hela is in dire need of, especially without being in a family for so long. For now until we meet HIM, enjoy these next few chapters :)

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The next morning I was walking along Rivendell just taking in the sights this glorious morning. I will say no matter what the season, Imladris is always most beautiful when the sun rises in the East and when it sets in the West.

I stood along a balcony and watched as the sun rose higher into the sky.

"Not with your new companions?" I turned and saw Lord Elrond standing beside me, his hands resting alone the marble railing.

"I know I shall be missed by them."

"Some more than others." He lightly teased. I smiled thinking to Fili and Kili.

"In so many ways it's like—I'm back with Makkari and Druig. They remind me so much of them. The three of us would get into so much trouble. But we were always there to get each other out of trouble again."

"It would seem that Gandalf was right to allow you into this company."

"How so?" I asked him.

"You've always carried a heavy weight upon your heart. No matter how many other races you've helped, no matter what good you've done, no matter how many of your family's Celestial gems you've collected. You always kept this burden of blaming yourself for what happened, that you should have perished alongside what was left of your kin. Or that someone else should've been chosen to carry on their life whilst you be nothing but Shadow and Stone."

I felt his hand rest on my shoulder. I looked up at him and he raised that hand up to tuck the white streak on the left side of my face behind my ear.

"But that is not the Celestial I see before me now. You've opened up that wound and flushed it out. Though not all of it, a weight has most definitely lifted not only off your shoulders, but from your heart as well." The corner of my mouth slightly lifted up in a slight smile.

"I've always lived by the Celestial code. To put the lives of others over my own sorrows." I spoke in Elvish.

"But who's to say you could not also take the time to mourn your own losses? Even Ajak could not keep such a burden inside of her. She would not have wanted you to bury your own sorrow above everyone else's." Lord Elrond spoke back in Elvish to me.

"Would she be disappointed in me?"

"She could never be disappointed in you." I felt his lips come down onto my forehead as he gave me a comforting kiss before saying one last time in Common tongue as he left the room. "As I've informed the Halfling, you are more than welcome to stay here if that is what you wish."

I watched as the Elven Lord left and I looked back out towards the sun. Feeling the warm rays hit across my face as I took in the air around me and took Elrond's words to heart.

Later that afternoon after lunch I was told by Bilbo that something was wrong with Oin and that he needed help. Concerned for the eldest dwarf in the company (and being the only other healer next to him), I raced alongside Bilbo to the training grounds.

There I got the surprise of my life. A feast (much like how it was in Bag-End) was displayed before me. Torches and firepits were lit up and the dwarves all stood side by side of each other with either smiles or soft eyes.

"What's all this?"

"What's it look like? It's a Midsummer's Eve Celestial feast!" Kili exclaimed.

"Or as close as we could make it." Fili corrected his brother.

"Yah see Hela; we wanted to show you that while you're in this company you're not just our guide, nor just a powerful Celestial. But also one of us. We dwarves look out for our family, we take care of one another. And we wish to extend that familial hand to you." Balin said to me.

"We managed to find the secret storage unit that these pointy-eared trees had in order to bring out the meat and wine. Wasn't hard to break in thanks to yours truly." Nori said with a grand bow.

"You really should be careful who you steal from Nori." I advised.

"I've been telling him that for years my lady Hela. Steal from the wrong man and he'll have his head on a pike." Dori said as he glared at his little brother.

"Ahh bugger off yah old soot!" Dori went to argue but Bofur jumped in and said.

"We just wish to thank you for all that you've done for us. And allow you to maybe share with us your Celestial customs and traditions."

"You all really didn't need to do this."

"We know. But we wanted to." Ori said with a kind smile. I looked to all the dwarves and I thanked them all.

"Alright now let's dig in to some real food." Bomber exclaimed happily. We all sat down and the dwarves finally got to enjoy the taste of meat again as they also bashed on the Elves love for greens. I could correct them and say Elves do have a liking for meat as well for they too also hunt deer, boars, and fish it's just they don't always eat it like dwarves do. They only eat meat for special events or if they're out traveling.

"So tell us Hela, what other traditions do the Celestials do on Midsummer's Eve?" asked Bofur.

"Well, on the second day after the stories get told on the first day, the Strongholds and War Celestials would have a sparring match."

"Now that's a tradition I could get behind." Dwalin said with a grin.

"I'm sure you would Dwalin. My sister Thena and brother Gilgamesh were the strongest fighters out of any of my siblings. And seeing them spar off one another was like watching a dance between two partners."

"Who was the victor in their matches?" he asked me.

"Well Gilgamesh likes to claim he had more wins than Thena but in truth she had more wins. My brother Ikaris told me so himself for he kept count behind Gil's back." They all laughed. "In fact, with your permission Thorin I would be honored if your strongest fighters took part in the Celestial Sparring Match." Thorin took a sip of his wine and said.

"Very well, as per your traditions I offer you my strongest and most trusted fighters; Fili, Kili, and Dwalin."

"Excellent. I must also ask that I spar you last. Since you are the leader of this company it is tradition that the leader of the challengers also fights in the match. However they must have the honor of going last."

"As you wish." The rest of the dwarves cleared off the table setting and we all got ready for the Celestial sparring match. I shifted my armor into Thena's armor and took hold of Aeglos. After using him in battle and getting the feel of this long spear, I feel like now I've become synced with him and that he has allowed me to become his new bearer.

First up, or well I should say the first two up were Fili and Kili. From what I saw in the battle of the trolls, they work really well together both with sword and bow. Sometimes Fili would provide the distraction allowing Kili to knock an arrow to his bow and fire just as quickly as Fili can withdraw his swords and not miss a shot.

The Durin brothers came forth, softly grinning with eyes sparking of mischief.

"Hope you don't plan on going easy on us Hela." Fili said as he withdrew one of his many swords from his person.

"Believe me, the last thing I would do for you two is make this easy for you. You both need a little lesson and I'd say a good kick in the arse will be good for yah."

"Cute. But you won't be smirking when my brother and I take you down Celestial." Kili said with a quick but cocky tuck of his chin. I grinned and did a War Celestial's bow to them. Crossing my arms over my chest in an X shape and they bowed back as we got into fighting position.

"Let the Ritual sparring of the Celestial and Dwarves begin!" Balin proclaimed. With that the sparring match of the Age commenced.

Kili was the first to charge at me with his sword followed by his older brother. Both their swords were blocked by Aeglos' wooden staff which I enforced his handle with my Celestial magic so that he would not break. I could feel my feet slowly beginning to slide behind me as they used their strength to try and push me off my feet. However I used my own enhanced strength to push them back and I flipped over them before extending Aeglos towards Fili. His blade and mine meeting with a loud clang.

From the corner of my eye I saw Kili ready to knock an arrow into his bow so I quickly pushed Fili with all my strength before turning Aeglos onto Kili's bow, disarming him of his current weapon. Then with a hard punch to the face he fell to the ground leaving Fili and I left.

Fili charged at me head on but once again I flipped over him and used Aeglos to disarm him before I sweep his legs out from under him and pointed Aeglos' blade right at his chest. Fili helped Kili onto his feet and they both bowed to me and I bowed back to them.

Next up came Dwalin. Like I've mentioned before, this is a dwarf who has breathed and feasted on war. If anything he could have passed off as a War Celestial should he be but a foot taller. He came up to me, shoulders pulled back and his iron axe in hand. The two of us locked eyes with one another.

"I figured this must be an honor for you. Though I may not have originally born a War or Stronghold Celestial, I still have use of their magic." I said to him.

"Aye, never before did I think I would have the privilege to stand before a Celestial let alone fight against one."

"Well I promise to make this a fight you'll remember."

"As will I."

I swung Aeglos at Dwalin but he blocked it with his axe. Back and forth did our weapons clash with one another till he got the upper-hand and managed to knock Aeglos out of my hands, before with the handle of his axe hit me across the face. I pressed my hand to my jawline before swiftly fixing it and summoned a Celestial sword in my hand and attacked Dwalin.

Our weapons clashing once again till I managed to disarm him of his axe and held my glowing blade at his throat. Dwalin accepted defeat and went to stand by his brother Balin's side. Finally it was the Dwarf King's turn.

Thorin walked up to me his sword in hand as well as his Oaken branch shield. I gripped my Celestial sword and the two of us clashed our swords together.

Every block, swing and thrust was met with a skillful counter of a block and dodge. I thrusted towards Thorin but he managed to counter block my attack sending my blade downward before sending a strike to my gut with his shield. I was forced backward as I held my gut.

"Don't tell me you're going soft. I want you to release all your strength on me. Again." He lectured me. Softly panting I gripped my sword tighter and got my second wind.

Our swords once again clashing with one another before I was able to sweep Thorin's leg. However he managed to jump over it before overpowering me and Orcrist was pointed at my neck.

"It would seem I'm the victor. Do you yield Celestial?"

"A little lesson about combat I gave to some gifted fighters in the world of Men. It's not about who's stronger, but smarter." Using my gauntlet, I pushed Orcrist's blade away and used my body to spin myself upward, my foot sweeping Thorin's leg again knocking him off his feet.

Like a cat, I landed back on my feet and summoned another blade and kept striking down at Thorin, not giving him time to recover or get back on his feet.

Using only Orcrist (since his fall had caused him to lose his shield) to block my constant attacks before I finally knocked the sword out of his hands and held my sword to his neck.

"Do you yield, Thorin Oakenshield?" he panted looking up at me before yielding. I made the sword disappear before extending my hand out to him. "You've trained your company well, Thorin Oakenshield. No one of the race of Men, Orc or even Elf has been able to come close to defeating me in combat. I sure would hate to have seen us be enemies."

He took my hand and I helped him up.

"Some of you would even be considered honorary Celestials based on your fighting skills."

"We thank you for your kind words Hela. You yourself were a worthy opponent even without the use of your Celestial powers. I too, would hate to see us meet in battle as enemies."

"Three cheers for Hela and Thorin!" Bofur exclaimed as all the dwarves cheered, raising their weapons for us and Bilbo happily applaud on a job well done.

After all that fun and excitement I went to relax and clear my head (also to heal up the bruise slowly forming from Dwalin's attack). As I was sitting in my room I heard someone's voice calling my name. A soft, feminine whisper of a voice. Warm and gentle like melting honey yet soft and almost silent like the coo of a dove.

A voice that I knew all too well. I stood up and followed the voice that was telling me where to find her. I walked across the bridge by the multiple waterfalls, passed the statues of Elrond's wife and twin brother Elros, before reaching the stairway up to the council room where the most sacred meetings are met at. I walked up the stairs feeling my heart go a flutter yet my palms sweating nervously.

Soon I beheld the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Standing along the edge in a gown of white, the light of the setting sun making her shine like a star itself. Her long golden hair gently waving down her back like waves along the shore as she slowly turned towards me.

Tall and lean was her figure (as it was for most Elves but her—she was the tallest yet elegant of them all). Her piercing blue eyes stared directly into my eyes, her hands at her side.

"Lady Galadriel." I said her name in awe.

"Hela." She spoke in her warm, soothing voice that at the same time held authority. As a true Queen's voice should. "Glad to see you are in good health." She said in Elvish.

"Indeed my lady. I-I had no idea you would be here. Had I know I would've....properly dressed myself in better clothes than my usual Celestial garb."

"There is no need. You are fair just as you are my dear child." I felt my face grow warm at her compliment. Nervously I rubbed the back of my head before clearing my throat and approached her.

"How fairs Arwen and the twins? I heard from Nessa they were taking refuge up in Lórien with you and Lord Celeborn."

"They are faring well. Elladan and Elrohir were, as I last heard, handling an orc patrol near the borders with Haldir." At the mention of his name I couldn't help but feel my face grow warmer. Galadriel turned to me with a soft but knowing smirk, "Should I say how fairs my Marchwarden Haldir?"

"I—I know he's doing just fine. He is one of the strongest Elves of your realm, you and Celeborn would not have chosen him to be Marchwarden if you did not trust his skill."

"He misses you. Longs to see you return to our wood one day."

"And I have missed him as much as you say, even more than. Is it wrong of us? To have such feelings for each other?"

"The heart is a cruel yet confusing thing. But it is never wrong." She told me with a gentle tuck of my hair. "Otherwise you wouldn't given up his gift to you." Her fingers gently stroked over my left wrist.

I sighed and removed my gauntlet to reveal a silver bracelet with the Lórien broach on it, and at the center of it was a sterling hazel gem of pure starlight. Resembling Haldir's eyes.

"And yet I am afraid to give him my answer. Yes we are both immortal so we never have to fear time eating away at our lives, however there are more dangerous beings that come for me. More dangerous than Orcs or Goblins he's used to fighting, and I know he'll never be able to defeat them. I don't know what I'd do if I lost him to those creatures."

"He too fears to lose you to the Deviants. Your last fight with them almost costed you your life. Haldir nearly withered away at the thought of losing you until you returned to our wood that day."

"That's when he gave me this. The day Smaug destroyed Dale and claimed Erebor." Before more could be said, Galadriel looked up and we both could hear Gandalf and Elrond coming up the stairs.

"Best take your seat dear one. The White Council is about to begin." I nodded and walked away from Galadriel as she turned back to look at the crescent moon that once again shined down upon us.

"Nor for that matter am I." Gandalf said.

"It is not me you must answer to." Elrond advised him as he gestured forward. As soon as Gandalf saw Galadriel, he froze as she turned towards him.

"Lady Galadriel." He spoke with the same awe I did earlier before.

"Mithrandir." She said to him. "It has been a long time." She said in Elvish.

"Age may have changed me. But not so the Lady of Lórien." Gandalf replied back in Elvish to her. Oh the old flatterer, I grinned as did Lord Elrond. Even Galadriel softly began to smile at Gandalf's statement. "I had no idea, Lord Elrond had sent for you."

"He didn't." a sudden voice spoke up. A soft but booming and gravely voice. "I did." I saw Gandalf close his eyes as he slightly squished his face like a child that had just been caught stealing from the biscuit tray. We both turned and there stood the greatest Wizard in all of Middle-earth. Lord Elrond and Gandalf gave him a greeting nod as Gandalf said his name.

"Saruman."

"You've been busy of late, my friend." He said to Gandalf. He then turned to me and I stood up and bowed my head to him. "And you seem lifted from your grief, young Celestial."

"In a way. It is good to see you once again Saruman the White." With that greeting, the White Council meeting began.

The White Council. Consisted of Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, Saruman the White, Gandalf the Grey, and the Celestial Prime Ajak. Together the five of them would meet on occasion in Rivendell to discuss extreme matters that came about Middle-Earth.

However since the War of the Last Alliance when Ajak was turned to stone along with the rest of my siblings, I was the only Celestial to take her place as part of the White Council. The last time the four of us met like this was well over 400 years ago, just before the era we like to call "The Watchful Peace" where nothing of world-ending occurrences had happened.

I stood by the column behind Gandalf, just a few feet across from Lord Elrond while Galadriel stood just a foot from the balcony she was on earlier. The pink skies of the sunrise now painting the sky in a beautiful haze.

"Tell me Gandalf; did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?" Saruman asked. Gandalf who had his hands together with his head resting against the side of his hands before dropping them said to his superior wizard.

"Unnoticed? No I—I'm simply doing what I feel to be right."

"The dragon has long been on your mind." Lady Galadriel said to him.

"That is true my lady. Smaug owes allegiance to no one. But if he should side with the enemy, a dragon can be used to terrible effect." Like during the First Age. Ikaris and Thena both sported scars that not even Ajak could heal.

"What enemy?" Saruman asked almost in offense. "Gandalf the enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength."

"Does it not worry you that the last of the Dwarf rings should simply vanish along with its bearer? Of the seven Dwarf rings, four were consumed by dragons. Two were taken by Sauron before he fell in Mordor, the fate of the last Dwarf ring—remains unknown. The ring that was worn by Thrain." Gandalf tried to reason with the others.

"Without the ruling Ring of Power, the seven are of no value to the enemy. To control the other rings he needs the One. And that Ring was lost long, long ago. It was swept out to sea by the waters of the Anduin."

"Gandalf, for 400 years we have lived in peace. A hard-won, Watchful Peace." Lord Elrond tried to reason with Gandalf.

"Are we, are we at peace?" Gandalf questioned them as his hands lay there on the stone table. "Trolls have come down from the mountains. They are raiding villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked us on the road."

"I do have to agree with Gandalf. I know I am not a real member of this council and only a stand-in for Ajak, but I must put in that it's not just Orcs or Trolls we need to worry about. The Deviants have grown stronger and keep returning every few centuries. More advanced than the last. The last Deviants happened at the same time Smaug took control of Erebor."

"Trolls and Orcs are hardly a prelude to war." Lord Elrond said as he walked up to stand beside Gandalf. He then turned to me and said, "The Deviants though mindless monsters only seek out Celestial essence. So long as you remain my dear, I fear they may never stop till you are defeated."

"Not with what I had to do last time in order to defeat them. But then who knows how long that will last." I placed my hand over my heart as Saruman said to Gandalf.

"Always you must meddle, Gandalf. Looking for trouble when none exists."

"Let them speak." Lady Galadriel advised softly as she circled around us. That's when Gandalf spoke his mind freely.

"There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug. Something far more powerful. We can remain blind to it, but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you. A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood. And uhh, they say...." He trailed off his thought but Saruman demanded he finish his thought.

"Well? Don't stop now. Tell us what the woodsmen say."

"They speak of a Necromancer living in Dol Guldur." I spoke for Gandalf. The white wizard, the Lord of Imladris and the Lady of Light turned to me, their eyes showing either concern or skepticism. "A sorcerer who can summon the dead."

"That's absurd. No such power exist, even by your status as the Celestial of Death. For you only allow to bring the dead through you to have a voice." Saruman said to me.

I shrugged but in the back of my mind I began to wonder. Maybe I could summon the dead without having to be their vessel, but I wouldn't dare try it for it was forbidden. But being one of the only Celestials of ,Death I never knew just what is the full extent of having this power, nor why would it be considered to be part of the Great Celestial Circle along with my siblings and the Celestial Prime.

"This Necromancer is nothing more than a mortal man. A conjurer dabbling in black magic." Saruman tried to come up with a reasonable explanation.

"And so I thought too, but, Radagast has seen—" Gandalf spoke up however Saruman interrupted him.

"Radagast? Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown. He's a foolish fellow." His eyes glowered down at Gandalf at the mention of the Brown Wizard. Gandalf shrugged and tried to play off.

"Well, he's odd, I grant you. Lives a solitary life."

"It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms. They've addled his brain and....yellowed his teeth." Saruman said with judgment and disgust. "I've warned him. It is unbefitting one of the Istari to be wondering the woods....." Saruman's voice was drowned out from my senses as I heard Lady Galadriel's voice in my head.

'Mithrandir carries something. It has put you on edge.'

'Yes.' I replied solemnly silently gulping. 'Radagast found it in Dol Guldur. I—dare not say what it is.' I spoke fearfully.

'Understood my child.' With that her voice was gone and I could hear Saruman continue to ramble on about the history of the Wizards and ranting about his dislike for Radagast.

I knew Galadriel was now talking to Gandalf about what I had told her because he now took the tied up tarp and placed it on the table.

"What is that?" asked Lord Elrond.

"A relic of Mordor." Lady Galadriel spoke in fear. Lord Elrond who was reaching out to see what was underneath the tarp, ceased for a moment when Galadriel revealed it's true nature. Before he finally got the strength to unfold one end, before finally revealing the weapon inside.

A Morgul Blade.

Frightened at the evil that seeped from this weapon, I turned away. Clenching my stomach with my hand, trying to control my breathing. I felt two arms wrap around me and I saw a golden halo shielding my vision from the wretched blade. I gently wrapped my arms around Galadriel as she stroked her fingers through my hair comfortingly.

"A Morgul Blade." Lord Elrond said in a grave tone.

"Made for the Witch King of Angmar. And—buried with him." Galadriel spoke before trailing off fearfully. "When Angmar fell...the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock they buried him, in a tomb so dark—it would never come to light." Galadriel retold the final moments of the dreaded Witch King.

"This is not possible." Lord Elrond said. "A powerful spell lies upon those tombs they cannot be opened."

"What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar's grave?" Saruman asked skeptically. I turned to him, my eyes widened in shock. I can sense the pure evil and dread from that weapon, no other weapon can make me feel such fear other than the one wielded by the Witch King himself.

"I have none." Gandalf said.

"Because there is none." Saruman argued. I felt Lady Galadriel rest her hands along my elbows and I looked to her and she did a very slight head gesture for me to walk beside her. Getting some distance away from that blade did relieve me a bit of my fear.

I looked up to her in gratitude and she softly closed her eyes as a warm smile came across her face.

"Let us examine what we know. A single orc pack has dared cross the Bruinen. A dagger from a bygone age has been found. And a human sorcerer who calls himself, "The Necromancer" has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. It's not so very much after all. The question of this Dwarvish company, however....troubles me deeply. I'm not convinced Gandalf, nor of your involvement with them my Lady Hela. I do not feel I can condone such a quest. If they'd come to me, I might have spared them of this disappointment."

As bad as it may seem, I tuned out Saruman's voice to really think on all that's happened. At first this was just about reclaiming a Dwarvish homeland but now hearing from Radagast about this terrible news in Dol Guldur, the weapon forged by the Witch King himself crossing back into our world, I fear this is the beginning of the end.

"My Lord Elrond," Lindir's voice broke me from my thoughts. "The dwarves....they're gone."

"What? How is this possible the guards were on border watch all over each exit point around this valley." Lord Elrond said. I turned to Gandalf as he was nonchalantly picking at his nails from underneath the table.

"Gandalf, do not tell me that the over-extension of this meeting was your way of stalling to allow the company to slip pass our sights." Saruman lectured him.

"They are beyond our reach now. Even if we were to bring them back, they will only push on further. Or worse want to engage in battle." Lady Galadriel pointed out. Even though he did not like it, Saruman relented and agreed with Lady Galadriel's decree.

After that Lord Saruman departed from Rivendell and Lord Elrond walked away with Lindir to clean up and restock the food and wine, leaving Gandalf and I alone with Lady Galadriel.

"You both will follow them?" she asked us to which we both replied yes. "You both are right to help Thorin Oakenshield. But I fear this quest has set in motion forces we do not yet understand. The riddle of the Morgul blade must be answered. Something moves in the shadows unseen. Hidden from our sight it will not show itself, not yet. But every day it grows in strength. You both must be careful."

"We will my lady." I assured her with a bow and placing my hand over my heart. Gandalf nodded, whilst still in his head before walking down the steps and preparing to leave when Galadriel stopped him.

"Mithrandir?" He turned to her and Galadriel asked him. "Why the Halfling?" to this Gandalf began to ponder as he responded to her.

"I do not know." He answered truthfully. I raised my brow about to speak up but I stopped as Gandalf began to explain, "Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found. I have found it is—the small things. Every day deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay. Simple acts of kindness and love."

I softly smiled at that response. He is right. While I have seen armies of great numbers fighting off great evil, I myself being apart of those numbers, it truly is the small things in life that helps brighten up this world.

Like during my time in the World of Men; Rohan, Gondor, Dale, Laketown. After the battles are done and the dead are counted for, or when I'm lost in my head at the remembrance of my family's sacrifice, the little children I have come to know, take care of and watch them grow into strong adults. It was their innocence that has helped keep me out of the Darkness of my head. Whether making crafts or playing simple games or speaking in riddles to fool their folks.

A small spark of innocence can help heal a tattered old soul.

"Why Bilbo Baggins?" he resumed with a slight chuckle before answering fearfully. "Perhaps it is because I'm afraid...and he gives me courage." I walked up to Gandalf and placed my arm through his and he looked down at me.

I smiled softly up at him and embraced him, resting my head against his arm. He smiled down at me before feeling Galadriel take his hands in hers. She now stood in front of us as she assured him.

"Do not be afraid, Mithrandir." She tucked a small strand of his grey hair out of his face. "You are not alone." She said as he eyes directed towards me. Gandalf turned to me and I nodded up at him as my hand softly gripped his wrist in reassurance. "If you both should ever need my help.....I will come." She finished in Elvish.

We bowed our heads to her and when we looked back up, she was gone.

"Come on old friend, we best get a move on before those dwarves and our Hobbit find themselves in some serious trouble."

"Yes. Yes we should." Gandalf replied. With that, we claimed our newly gifted weapons, bid Lord Elrond a fond goodbye and proceeded to catch up with our company.