Treasured Love | Thorin Oakenshield.

07 - stroll

I sat in my room for an hour or two after my little incident with Thorin. I contemplated a lot that night. What was going on between us. Just a few weeks ago he hated the sight of me and now we shared a bath together. What gives?

I finally decided to leave my room at one point, but before switching into an elven gown I found in the dresser in my room. Luckily it was fit for my tiny frame, as if it was made for me.

My hair was dry by now, and it fell in curly wisps around my shoulders. I tied half of it back into a bun and left the rest to hang.

I walked silently around the halls of the palace. The mighty palace that belonged to my long lost kin I have not met til now.  I studied the architecture and the glass paned windows. Everything was beautiful here certainly nothing like the shire where everything is wood.

Soon as I descended a flight of stairs, a tall man stood waiting for me at the end. It was Lord Elrond. Seeing him there, I bowed my head to him.

"Mime melin keena gredan. Teréva sinye na- -yes vamme (my dear Keena Gredan. Fine evening is it not?)." Lord elrond greeted me in Quenya.

I nodded my head. "na- héru elrond. Ni had actuallime mére- ana quet- as tye (it is, Lord Elrond. I had actually wanted to speak with you." I replied as I met his side.

"Care to have a stroll as we talk," Elrond switched back to English and offered me his arm. I gladly took it and we began walking around the halls.

"I was hoping you had known my father. But I know you did now saying his name before," I say and look up at the elf who nods slowly.

"Yes I did know your father Qildor. I wasn't too sure at first whom you were. You have his bearings but not his height," Lord Elrond replied and I couldn't help but to laugh at his remark. Surely it was obviously I was not as tall as the elf standing beside me. I stood at the same height as a hobbit.

"I'm half hobbit."

Lord Elrond gasped softly and looked down at me. "Why that would explain it," he began and I smiled. "Why must you keep it secret from the dwarves if you don't mind me asking?" Lord elrond asked me as we came upon a balcony overlooking the moon.

I sighed and looked out at the surreal environment the elves lived in.

"You know the dwarves, they aren't that fond of elves," I started saying and I heard a sigh from the lord. "If they knew I was one, they wouldn't allow me to come on this journey."

Lord Elronds ears perked up in interest. "Why must you join them in this journey? What are the dwarves up to with Gandalf the grey?" He asked me.

"I feel as though that shouldn't come from me. But my cousin, the hobbit Bilbo Baggins is the company's so called burglar, and I wanted to come with him. Whoever he goes I go," I explained and Lord Elrond nodded in response.

"Sounds like to me you and your cousin have a good relationship," he spoke and I only smiled. "Well, if you'd like to join me, Gandalf and Thorin must speak with me."

My face felt warm again. Of course he must speak with Thorin. "Sure." I said without realizing it. I closed my mouth immediately to not utter another word. I saw Lord Elrond mouth raise into a smile and I couldn't help but blush more.

We walked arm and arm together to an area where books surrounded us, and before us was Gandalf, Balin, Bilbo, and of course Thorin. I greeted the dwarves my cousin and Gandalf sweetly, my eyes averting to Thorins gaze when he saw me. He looked star struck, though a glare was in his eyes as he saw the elf whom I had linked arms with.

"Our business is no concern of elves," Thorin spitted out after the greetings were said.

"For goodness sake Thorin, show him the map," Gandalf demanded the Dwarf prince.