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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘰

"Lindir! Man prestaen le sí? Goheno.", (Lindir! How can I be of service?) she questioned, as she walked out of her chambers, meeting the right hand and dearest friend of Lord Elrond himself.

"Nethril Felicity! Im ú-'lacho vîr le, gurtha melin man henia estel.", (Lady Felicity! I am glad to see you have gotten well.) he answered, greeting the beautiful woman he had gotten to like in the past few years. "Man veth nin, Mithrandir le, na... ben-egleria amme." (It has been said, Mithrandir arrived with.. rather curious friends.)

Felicity chuckled at Lindir. He had always a formal elf, and wasn't really fond of getting to know or see new things. Such as - Gandalf in company of Dwarves and a single Hobbit.

"Na gohenon orchal i dolen le dîn hain Mithrandir a cheriadon lin?", (Would you mind me joining you to welcome Gandalf and his friends?) she asked tenderly, as she recieved a slight nod of from her friend.

"It would be my pleasure, Lady Felicity."

And with that, the young woman walked with her friend towards the entrance of Imladris, a second home of her, while talking to Lindir about the curious company of Mithrandir himself, wondering what they wanted here, and why.. a halfling was underneath them? Not to mention.. thirteen Dwarves.

The brunette woman walked behind the right hand of Elrond down the stairs, a small smile gracing her full lips as Lindir greeted the Istari. "Mithrandir!", he said politely, greeting him with their usual gesture.

When the grey Wizard turned around, he returned Felicity's smile. "Ah, Lindir! Felicity!"

"Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen.", he said with a gleamful expression.

"I must speak with Lord Elrond.", the Istari returned in common tongue, causing Felicity to raise her eyebrows and Lindir's smile to fade.

Felicity walked towards Mithrandir, standing aside the right hand of Elrond now. "My Lord Elrond is not here."

"Yet.", Felicity answered.

Gandalf had a muffled expression onto his face, before questioning the sid words again. "Not here, yet?"

Felicity nodded.

"Where is he?", he asked.

The young woman wanted to answer, but at the exact same moment, the Horn of their kin blared through the way to Imladris, causing Felicity to smile knowingly. "Wizards, always having the right timing.", she spoke, earning an innocent gleam from Gandalf.

The brunette princess looked over to the Dwarves, with raised eyebrows, as they started to look backwards, now forming a circle around and pushing the Hobbit into the middle, safely hiding him.

"Close Ranks!", she heard a long-haired Dwarf yell, causing her to squint her eyes thougtfully. Somehow, he was known.

Felicity watched, as Mithrandir himself glared judgingly at his company, knowing that Thorin wasn't a big fan of Elves. "Gandalf!", Elrond greeted, smiling happily at his friend, before watching over the Wizards shoulder, catching the glimpse of a known woman behind him.

He had hoped, that she would not be joining Lindir.

"Lord Elrond.", he said back, before greeting the ruler of Imladris gracefully in their way. "Mellon. Mo evínedh?" (Where have you been?)

"Farannem 'lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui.", (We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Passage.) Elrond answered, as he jumped from his horse and hugged the Wizard. "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or.. Someone had drawn them near."

Amused, he gave the Orc weapon to Lindir, who hasn't been exactly happy about that either.

"Ah, that may have been us!", Gandalf confessed, causing Felicity to chuckle and shake her head, as she watched furthermore give the Istari the way free for Lord Elrond to look at the Dwarves - that had drawn their weapons.

Soon, Elrond took a step forward, making Felicity even more curious about who he really was.

"Welcome, Thorin, Son of Thrain.", he greeted the Dwarf respectfully, causing the brunette woman behind him to stiffen her breath - which didn't go unnoticed by the Istari, of course.

Thorin stepped forward, glancing from Elrond towards the brunette beautiful woman behind him, before fastly averting his gaze to the ruler again. "I do not believe we have met.", he said, his voice deep and utterly impolite, making Felicity scoff.

Dwarves.

"You have your grandfather's bearing.", he said, kind of impressed by the Dwarfs face. "I knew Thror, when he ruled under the mountain."

"Indeed?", he started with a low voice. "He made no mention of you."

The brunette woman shook her head. Stubborn, Dwarves. No good mixture. "Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin.", (Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests.) he said with squinted eyes, causing Felicity to chuckle again. His face said many other words, than the ones he spoke.

The brunette woman watched Gandalf's amused faces, knowing that the Dwarves are going to complain once again. "What is he sayin'?", the red haired Dwarf, Gloin, asked. "Does he offer us insult?!"

Felicity shook her head. "No, Mister Dwarf.", the young woman said, causing the faces of each of them to land on her silouette. "Simply an offer to eat."

With a low laugh, she watched the Dwarves turn away to speak about their offer, unsure.

"Well..", he started. "In that case, lead on, my Lady."

The woman shook her head amused. They were rather funny. First, they were rude, but then.. the moment she told them the inivation to eat, they were nice towards her.

"Im le melin le vîr le.", (I'm glad to see you're better.) Lord Elrond suddenly said, causing the brunette woman to nod thankfully at him, and Gandalf's ears grow.

"Hiril lin, mellon nîn.. Línen lhûg.. Azog.", (Thank you, my friend.. You saved me from Azog.) she thanked him in his native language, trying to sound low not thinking about the Dwarves and the Wizard listening and hearing her talk about the Defiler - their biggest enemy.

Thorin exchanged a curious, yet suspicious glance with Gandalf who nodded at him. So they didn't mishear it.

"Felicity will show you the chambers you can use until you leave us.", Lord Elrond said, making the young woman nod. "While I prepare the food, you can rest for a bit."

And with that, Lindir and the ruler of Rivendell left, only leaving Felicity and Gandalf back - with the Dwarves and a simply Hobbit.

"Gandalf.", the brunette woman smiled at him, before being embraced into a friendly hug from the Istari. "I am glad to see you again, mellon nîn." (My Friend.)

"Fel.", he smiled, turning towards the Dwarves. "This is Thorin Oakenshield and his company."

The brunette woman flashed the king under the mountain a respectful nod a low smile, before turning to the other ones, her eyes meeting the blue ones of a little creature -  a halfling.

"And.. what would a Hobbit be doing underneath a company of thirteen grumpy Dwarves? Very uncommon for them to leave the Shire.", she said, causing the small creatures to growl at her, before simply complaining that she called them 'grumpy'. "My name is Felicity, i am at your service as good as I can be."

The Hobbit blushed underneath her soft gaze, causing him to uncomfortably clear his throat before answering, not knowing that Thorin and Gandalf nodded at each other, giving them a signal. 

"My- Uh. I-I am Bilbo.. uh.. Baggins!", he introduced himself, sounding a bit embarrassed, before blushing even harder in front of the Dwarves and correcting himself. "My-My Lady!"

"Are you an Elf?", a young, brunette and longhaired Dwarf asked, causing his brother aside him to nudge him roughly into the ribs.

"No.", she answered, looking at the faces of the thirteen males change into sorry. They were rude, thinking she was a pointy-eared Elf-maiden. "I am a simple woman."

"What are you doing here in Imladris, then?", another Dwarf asked, making her chuckle. Now, that they knew, that she wasn't an Elf, she was being treated differently? Typical men.

"That is rude, Bofur.", Gloin said, and kicked him in the knee.

"It is not, Master Dwarf.", she reassured them with a tender smile and shook her head. "My parents died very young, I was left here and Lord Elrond raised my brother and me."

"Enough, of the questioning!", Gandalf interrupted rudely, shooing them away, causing the brunette woman to sigh. "It was not necessary to send them away-"

"What business do you have with Azog, the Defiler?", he questioned immediately, unbeknownst to the both of them, that Bilbo stay, eavesdropping behind the walls and out of sight.

"What?"

"You heard me, Fel.", he grumbled. "It was very foolish of you to say that name in front of the Dwarves!"

Felicity raised her both eyebrows. "They do not speak Sindarin.", she said, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "What are you so afraid of?"

"They have ears, Felicity.", he said, pointing at his two. "They may be less smarter than other ones, but they are not deaf."

"Except for the one with the-"

"Just tell me for Valar's sake!"

"He wanted to marry me."

A wave of disgust flashed over Gandalf. "Are you.. and him-"

"Ew no! What is the matter with you?", she answered, shaking herself in loathing. "He kidnapped me, two weeks ago.."

Gandalf calmed down, now worry flashing over his old, grey-bearded face. "Did he hurt you?"

She shook her head, gleaming concerned at him. "He found out who I really am.", she said. "With me, being the Heir of Isildur.. and Aragorn, not wanting the throne.."

The Istari looked in utter shock at the young woman in front of him, before walking around forth and back. "You're the second in line to step onto the throne of Gondor-"

She nodded. "A Necromancer was seen.. voices were all over Gundabad and Azog the Defiler was his butcher."

"So, Radagast was right..", Gandalf said, causing Felicity to look puzzled at her friend. 

"What?"

"Radagast.", he repeated the brown Wizard's name again. "He told me the exact same."

The brunette woman glanced in curiousity at him. 

"I want you to join our company."

"What?"

"You heard me. It is final."

And with that, Gandalf simply turned around and walked away, to the feast that Elrond gave the Dwarves.

The young woman walked towards the gate, sensing, that something- more someone, was standing there, eavesdropping. 

"Show yourself, you curious creature.", she ordered, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Felicity knew, that it couldn't be anyone of danger, so she simply assumed it was either a Dwarf or.. the little Hobbit.

Suddenly, the young woman watched a little bushy, brown-red haired creature appear, big and hairy feet, with a blush of emberassment on his face.

"I was just.. uh.."

"Eavesdropping, Mister Baggins?", she asked judgemental, causing him to look at her beautiful face and nod, slowly. Like a child, that was about to be scolded. 

The Hobbit fiddled with his fingers, clearing his throat before speaking. "Gandalf made me join like this as well."

Felicity sighed, shaking her head. "Do not, and under no cirumstances, tell ANYBODY what you heard.", she said to him, with a pleading look. The halfling thought, that she'd be angry with him, that she was going to yell or throw him out or something like that.. but no. She was kind towards him, even giving him the choice of her secret by simply asking him not to tell anybody.

"I promise, my Lady-"

"And please, call me Fel."

"Okay.. Then Fel it is."

With a tender smile, she guided the halfling towards the balcony, where they were supposed to eat, greeting Elrond and Gandalf as they sat at the table with Thorin, while the other Dwarves where seated on another table.

Immediately, complaints about the food were thrown at the Elves, as well as the symphonically, calming music they played.

Felicity had to admit, that it was funny - as she watched them in amusement, as she took a bite of her salad.

"I am Balin."

The brunette woman turned to the white, bearded and oldest looking Dwarf aside her. "My pleasure, Mister Balin.", she respectfully returned and nodded tenderly at him. 

"You have very good manners, my Lady.", he said with a smile, causing Fel to blush a bit. Nobody had ever told her that. "But please.. I am just Balin."

The young Princess smiled, gladly giving him the gesture back. "And I am just Felicity, or Fel.", she said, earning his kindness. "It is up to you."

"Gandalf gave us news for you to travel with us?"

What? That damned Wizard! "He did?", she asked, making him nod while he took a bite off of his bread.

"Indeed.", he hummed, watching his other brothers in arms, as they started to complain more and more loudly over the food. "I should at least tell you the names of the others."

She nodded, listening as he listed all of them, causing her to scoff amusingly. They were a bunch of chaos.

"So.. Thorin is our leader, while I am more like.. the right hand.", he started. "The bald, and muscular one with the tattoos on his head is my brother, Dwalin. The one aside him his Oin, needing his trumpet to hear. Then there is the big one, Bombur - you would be surprised how fast he is."

Felicity spared a glance to the bigger Dwarf, who looked at her, gleaming and utterly hungry after meat, causing her to chuckle tenderly and shake her head. She'd bring them a bit after everyone else retired.

"Then there is Bifur, the one with the axe stuck in his head and the one always making jokes is Bofur, his cousin. Brave lads.", he spoke furthermore. "The one, that complains about the salad is Ori, with his older brothers Dori and Nori. Kili and Fili over there, are Thorin's nephews."

"Brave men, I suppose.", she tenderly said, earning a nod from the old Dwarf. 

"Indeed, Thorin trusts each of them with their lifes.", he said, waiting for a silence to erupt, only destroy it. "But, oh! I forgot.. Gloin! He has got a little lad at home, Gimli."

"Balin, It would be my honor to follow any of you as a warrior."

Dwalin and the other ones that overheard the two, shot each other a suspiciously glance. They didn't know what think of her - she was beautiful yes.. but they were unsure of her actions - until she told them why Gandalf had chosen for her to go with them, they'd at least conciderate it to trust her.

"Try it.", Dori spoke once more to his younger brother, Ori, trying to get him into at least to take taste of the salat, but he just shook his head, putting it back into it's bowl. "Just a mouthful."

"I don't like green food."

Funnily enough, she would've been happy to even get food from my self-said enemies.

"Where's the meat?", Dwalin asked, while grabbing with his hand through the entire bowl, trying to catch a glimpse of any flesh beneath the vegetables.

"Have they got any chips?", Ori asked, causing Fel to sigh. He was so cute, yet so innocent.

Felicity stood up, deciding, that it was best for her to leave. She didn't know when they wanted to go back towards their journey, so she'd visit her mothers grave. Gilraen's grave. 

She didn't want to watch Kili embarass himself either because of winking at an Elf.

But before she could flee, Elrond stopped her, asking her where she wanted to go.

"In order of Gandalf's decisions, I have to prepare.", she said, wanting to continue on her way, yet he stopped her once more by grabbing her by her wrist.

Usually, Elrond wasn't someone to get touchy with others, but she was like a daughter, like a sister to Arwen and his two sons - he couldn't forgive himself, nor would Aragorn, if something bad happened to her. "Beleg nîn, gotha man dîn, le cû lín dolo nîn i ven-erthadon lín, maen na... cúlir.", (It would be very impolite of you, to leave the feast of our guest, as their.. inviter) he said, trying to get her not to leave with them, he had his reasons, and he'd talk her out of it. 

He knew, who's after them.

And the same Orc was after her - he wouldn't risk it.

"Celir nîn, achen le thor i ven-erthado lín le hant, na aran nîn. Gwanno nín hir.", (It was you, who invited them to dinner, not I. I have made my choice.) she answered, freeing herself from his rough grip with a glare towards him, and walking away angrily.

With a sigh, he shook his head. "One day.. you need to let her go.", Gandalf said, causing the Lord of Rivendell to look at him, worry in his eyes, while his expression stayed neutral. "She chose her own fate, as did we all."

And with that, even Thorin, son of Thrain, glanced in curiousity after the admittingly, beauteous and mysterious woman. 

Somehow - he felt the urge to look behind this and seemingly arcane facade of hers.

"This is Orcrist, the Goblin-Cleaver a famous blade.", Elrond explained to the Dwarf in thought, causing him to wake up from his daydream over the most enchanting maiden he had ever seen. "-forged by the high elves of the west."

As soft as the Elf ruler gave the sword back, he nodded at him, thankfully. "My kin. May it serve you well." Even if he didn't like him, he had manners.

Now, Gandalf had given him his weapon, which he examined. "And this is Glamdring, the foehammer. Sword of the King of Gondolin.", he said, while glaring the sword up and down. "This swords were made for the war in the first age.. How did you come by these?"

"We found them in a troll-hoard on the great east-road, shortly before we were ambushed by Orcs.", Gandalf explained, causing Thoin's face to go dark as the Wizard talked furthermore. 

"And.. What were you doing on the great east road?", he questioned, making the dwarven King stand up from the table and walk away with a simple 'Excuse me' - only to earn a puzzled, yet to earn an inquisitive look from the ruler as he watched him walk away.

He just hoped, that Thorin was on his way to Fel - trying to talk her out of it.

Sadly, he did the exact opposite.

A/N: I'm sorry if i messed up a few things, I know, that Aragorn is 26-27 years old in the hobbit and that his mother died when he was merely a child. but its fineeeeee

isn't it?

as promised, longer chappies! Have fun reading!

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