The elleth from under the mountain

New day

Ontario's P.O.V

I sighed in peaceful bliss, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on my face. Reclining against the tiles of the roof I sat upon.

Closing my eyes as I listened to the soft chirping choir of birds singing as they went about their merry way.

The soft breeze tickling the leaves as they whispered against the branches that held them in their warm embrace.

"Not with your companions?" A familiar voice asked, I opened one eye watching as Lindir appeared on top of the old library carrying a small bundle in his hands.

I motioned for him to join me, now leaning back on my elbows. "I was enjoying the peace and quiet until you showed up," I joked, "Please, without me your life would be null and void," he returned.

I snorted, "Does 13 dwarves, a hobbit and wizard not seem lively enough for you?" I asked, he paused for a second as he settled beside me, "I must admit it does sound like the beginning of a rather crude joke,".

It honestly did.

"I thought you might like some breakfast before the kitchens run out of substance,". He quipped obviously referring to the dwarves never ending appetite.

I thanked him as we began to eat in silence. Content in each other's company.

"So how did you end up in this predicament may I ask?"

I licked the edge of my finger as a stray droplet of raspberry jam rolled off the still warm scone.

"Simple really, Gandalf appeared on my door step one day and asked whether I wanted to go on an adventure,".

"So you just up and left... No questions asked?" He chuckled amused.

"In my defence I was beginning to go a little stir crazy, there's only so long I can stay in one place and a hundred years is more than long enough for me... I appreciate all that Radagast has done for me, but I am young, I want to go to places and see things, meet people and make memories," I rambled. "I can't do that if I'm locked in a cabin in the middle of no where, not even aloud to venture out beyond the gardens in fear I might stumble upon the local woodland elves,".

I shook me head in thought. Over a hundred and seventy years old and still I was treated like a young child who could not make their own decisions.

"I have heard that the Mirkwood elves are less than accommodating," he admitted.

I snorted, I did not know much about 'king' Thranduil but what I did know was less than satisfactory. He was nothing more than a coward who hid behind his walls while his neighbours suffered in silence. Holding his people in an iron like grasp, ruling them with fear.

"What would you know? They are a whole another world away,".

"When you are the right hand to the king you are privy to these sorts of conversations. Elrond frequently sends me as emissary to neighbouring communities,".

I nodded my head in thought. "Well aren't you an important little fellow," I teased.

"Oh of course," he gasped sarcastically making me laugh. It was nice seeing him back to his usual chirpy, happy go lucky self that I remembered him being, not the stoic faced, perpetually unimpressed facade that was expected of him.