Author's Note: Hello Hobbit fans! Another chapter! We are now in Rivendell! Who will Bellethiel meet now that she's stepped foot in a place where she wanted to avoid in the first place? The picture I added was the crown she was wearing, just imagine that the color is silver and the jewel is royal blue. I tried adding another picture...but I don't know how to add two pictures, but the second would've been her complete outfit.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit, all rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Everything you recognize from the movie or the book I do not own other then Bellethiel and her companions I made up. Also any grammar mistakes you see I hope you forgive me, I looked over this chapter and if there is a grammar mistake, I overlooked it and am deeply sorry. I do hope it is easy to read and I hope you also enjoy!

Memo: "This" is our lovely elves speaking in Sindarin since sadly...I cannot speak or write it myself. =( I only know small sayings, greetings, and phrases.

"Nestaron." I called as I entered the room an elf maid had directed me toward. "Nestaron, are you in here?"

"I will be there as soon as I can!" A males voice called out. "Nestariel! Please go and check who it is."

A female elf came rushing through the door on the far left of the room, the other room possibly their private quarters to be closer to the patients. She had yet to see me as she fumbled with her dress to look presentable.

"My deepest apologizes, my husband and myself were busy late last night taking care of some of the wounded elves from a scouting party a few days back." The female elf stuttered out, patting down her dark red hair.

"It is alright Nestariel..." I commented as she paused in her fussing, to look up with wide eyes at hearing my voice.

"Bellethiel?" Nestariel breathed out in disbelief, staring at me with her eyes wide open.

"Nestariel..." I addressed, bowing slightly. "It has been too long my friend."

"Nestaron..." Nestariel called, her eyes never leaving my own. "Nestaron! Come quickly!"

"I am coming Nestariel..." Nestaron called, walking into the room, his hair more straight then Nestariel. "What is the problem?"

Nestariel pointed at me, her mouth now slightly parted. When Nestaron followed his wife's hand and his eyes fell upon me, he too took on the same expression as his wife.

"Bellethiel..." Nestaron called.

"Nestaron, Nestariel...it is good to see you both getting along well." I smiled, a bit nervously.

Suddenly, Nestariel snapping out of her shock, ran forward and threw her arms around me.

"Welcome back my friend!" Nestariel, mumbled, on the verge of crying.

"We assumed the worst when you went missing all those years ago." Nestaron said, walking toward the two of us, still a bit in shock. "Mellimeldisiel would not tell us a thing of your whereabouts..."

"What brings you back Rivendell!" Nestariel said, pulling away and wiping the corner of her eyes with her sleeves. "Please, tell me you are staying for good."

"I am afraid I will not be staying..." I replied seeing Nestariel's smile disappear. "There are guest passing through that I am traveling with and I am in need of a healer. There is a feast for them and I do not wish for my arm to be a hindrance."

I stated, holding up my right arm to the two.

"Here, let me look." Nestaron said, walking forward and gingerly taking my arm in both his hands.

He carefully unclasped my gauntlets and the feeling of air hitting my arm was chilling as the fabric was clinging tightly to my arm. Nestaron peeled back the torn pieces of fabric and I could see puncture wounds from where the warg had clamped his jaw.

"It is not life threatening...and at least it had stopped bleeding." Nestaron evaluated, looking toward his wife. "I will take care of Bellethiel's wounds, you may as well find her something presentable to change in to."

"I do not need a change of clothes." I protested as Nestaron sat me down and began to clean my wounds while Nestariel left the room in haste.

"During your stay here you will." Nestaron commanded, the healer side of him pushing through. "Nothing tight to constrict your wound, and I am sure Nestariel will find something pleasant for you to wear."

Silence settled over between us as I watched Nestaron clean out my wounds, adding an elvish balm before reaching for the wrappings beside him.

"Why did you leave Bellethiel..." Nestaron asked suddenly, slowly wrapping the bandages around my arm, paying close attention to detail. "After the battle...you left us here and disappeared."

"I could not stay..." I replied plainly, wincing as he tightened the wrapping making it a bit uncomfortable.

"Was it because of the lost of Voronwë..." Nestaron assumed.

"My brother...was just one thing Nestaron..." I sighed sadly, pulling my arm away once it was finished.

"You should go see the boys." Nestaron said, changing the subject as he went up to clean his hands of my blood. "They miss you terribly, they were the ones most worried about you. Not to mention their mischief has become a hindrance for all of us during our appointed duties...they only listen to you in the end."

"It was not my plan to meet with any of you..." I replied honestly.

"Bellethiel...whatever the reason you left. You cannot just disappear and leave us here." Nestaron said, walking over to sit on a chair opposite of me. "All of us miss you Bellethiel, everyone is still here, we were waiting for you to return."

Nestaron stood up and looked toward the door as it creaked open.

"Do not keep us waiting forever my friend." Nestaron called back, making his exit and closing the door behind him.

"Bellethiel..." Nestariel called out, placing a hand upon my shoulder. "change into this gown and I will take care of your clothes."

"I am not sure of this Nestariel..." I mumbled, looking over the dress she had picked out. "the last time I had worn something this extravagant was back in Greenwood."

"You will look beautiful, mellon." Nestariel chuckled. "It is a feast for you and your friends, now quickly get dressed for supper, I will do your hair."

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

Rivendell...I'm in Rivendell!

An elf maid had come to retrieve us during late afternoon for supper and here we were, sitting in such a marvelous place surrounded by such beautiful music.

Sadly, though, I was the only one admiring the music, the structures, and in awe in the presence of elves. The company had grumbled and complained all the way from our appointed housing to the dining area.

It did not get any better when the food was passed out, vegetarian and no meat.

Gandalf, Thorin and Lord Elrond was sitting at the front, a seat open between the gray wizard and the elf lord and across from Thorin, a seat which I assumed was reserved for Bellethiel.

Bellethiel...

"Does anyone know where Belle is?" I leaned a bit closer to whisper to Balin.

"Sorry lad, I'm not sure where the lass went off to." Balin replied, a bit concerned as well from what I could see.

"Bellethiel, it's so good for you to join us for supper, come my dear and have a seat!" Gandalf called.

I turned toward the direction that Gandalf was looking and I saw Bellethiel standing tall, her head held high, but she was not in her normal attire. She wore a silver (almost white) elvish low cut gown that flared on the bottom, sleeves pass her arm as her hands were clasped to her front, with gold lining the sash wrapped around her waist. A thin, silver crown adorned her head, twisting and turning in every direction, with carvings of autumn leaves hanging by a thread on thin branches. In the middle of her forehead, of the crown, was a deep royal blue jewel.

There was another female elf by her side, who had smiled and embraced her, handing her the blade she had found in the trolls cave before turning to leave.

The moment she turned to leave however, I took notice to the piercing on her left ear, an exact copy of the one on Bellethiel's ear in the same spot.

'Odd...' I thought watching as she left and Bellethiel gracefully making her way to sit between Gandalf and Elrond.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

I took my seat across from Thorin, my movements now switched, becoming second nature while being among my kin.

"You look lovely in elven garbs Bellethiel." Elrond stated, pouring some wine into a golden elvish glass, and handing it to me.

"Thank you Lord Elrond, though if I am perfectly honest. I am not comfortable in these garbs." I stated, taking a sip from the cup.

"You never were..." Elrond chuckled. "was visiting Nestaron and Nestariel pleasant? I do hope they gave your arm a look over."

"Indeed they did." I smiled. "And indeed it was a pleasure seeing familiar faces again after so long."

The laughing of the company distracted me for a bit, as I saw them laughing and pointing at Kili, who looked ashamed...turning a bit red before picking at the food placed in front of him.

"I almost forgot, Lord Elrond, if it is no trouble, would you be able to have a look at these swords we have found." I motioned to Thorin. "I have an idea...but I was hoping that you could enlighten us."

Elrond turned his attention to Thorin and held out his hand, but Thorin hesitated, his eyes unsure and untrusting of Elrond's intention before reaching for the sword he found and placed it in Elrond's hand.

Lord Elrond began to inspect the blade, his eyes showing recognition as he took the sword out of its sheathe, running his thumb along the hilt.

"This is Ocrist, the Goblin Cleaver. A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West, my kin." Elrond assessed, before handing it back into the hands of Thorin. "May it serve you well."

I motioned to Gandalf, who had reached for his blade as Elrond reached across and smirked when his hand came in contact with the new sword.

"And this is Glamdring, the Foe-hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the goblin wars of the First Age..." Elrond trailed off, handing the sword back to Gandalf. "Such swords were...thought to be lost."

"My Lord," I spoke with respect. "I had found a sword as well that was among the two swords forged from Gondolin, a sword I could not identify."

I reached under the table and pulled out my sword, the gold on the hilt flashed, reflecting the sun as it set.

"This sword..." Elrond breathed out, reaching out to carefully take the sword out of my hand. "cannot be the sword I expect it to be."

Elrdon slowly unsheathed my sword, the blade shining brightly, as Elrond's eyes widen in disbelief.

"Ringil, The Sword of Crystal Ice. Sword wielded by Fingolfin, High King of Ñoldor. The sword that shined in the light of the stars." Elrond breathed in awe. "Said to have hewed the foot of Morgoth and its presence unknown. Destroyed or buried with Fingolfin...no one knew. A sword in my opinion...fitting for a warrior such as yourself Bellethiel."

Elrond carefully placed the sword back in my hand before looking at the three of us.

"How did you come by these?" Elrond asked curiously.

"We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs." Gandalf informed, as I picked up a small loaf of bread and started taking small bites.

"And what were you doing on the Great East Road?" Elrond questioned as he smirked at both of us as I saw Thorin tense and stood up slowly.

"Excuse me."

I watched as Thorin made his way toward his company, and to the back of the dining area where he had reached toward Gloin for a canteen.

"Thirteen dwarves and a halfing, for Bellethiel alone, it would seem only natural." Elrond stated, ignoring the Dwarf King as he lifted the glass to his lips before glancing at Gandalf. "Strange traveling companions, Gandalf."

"These are the descendents of the house of Durin." Gandalf defended, smiling politely at Elrond. "They're noble, decent folk."

I watched from my seat as Nori stuffed an ornate shaker into his coat.

"They're surprisingly cultured."

Bombur, had been stuffing his mouth of any food he could get his hands on, food dangling from the side of his mouth.

"They've got a deep love of the arts."

Suddenly Bofur stood up from his seat, stepping onto the table and hosting himself up on the plinth in the middle of the room, as he held a tune, commanding all the attention in the room.

There's an-Inn

There's an Inn

There's a merry old Inn

Beneath an old gray hill

The company began to sing along, banging against the tables, their forks pounding to create a joyful rhythm. Their spirits brightening as the song continued on.

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill.

Suddenly a loaf of bread was flung in my direction, as I quickly caught it in my hand and placed it down onto the table. Although the sudden bread flying through the air surprised Gandalf, Elrond had followed the direction on where it had come from to see that the rest of the company had begun to throw more loaf of bread from across the room to the table beside them.

Oh~The ostler has a tipsy cat

that plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he saws his bow,

Now squeaking high, now purring low,

now sawing in the middle.

From my seat, I looked across the room and saw Thorin smiling an genuine smile, laughing along with his company, tapping his foot to the beat and it took me by surprise. The fearless leader, the stoic dwarf king who carefully guarded his emotions, and made sure everything he did was kept in place...was opening up in the presence of a race he despised the most in Middle Earth. I must admit...his smile took me the most by surprise.

So-the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

a jig that would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:

"It's after three!" he said.

Another bun was thrown my way as I moved slightly to the right and missed getting hit, although Lord Elrond looked less than impressed with the lack of respect the dwarves were giving their host. More food was thrown into the air as yells of appreciation called all around. I could not help but let out a laugh, applauding Bofur, which earned me Elrond's hard stare.

Bofur turned around and bowed to our table, winking at me as he jumped back down to his spot besides Kili.

As volume of the company settled, their energy and spirits still high, Elrond let out a sigh and turning to glare slightly at Gandalf, before taking a long drink from his cup.

"Where did you venture off to after leaving Rivendell, Bellethiel." Elrond questioned. "With your injures I would not expect you to have gone very far."

"I had made it all the way to Bree," I replied. "I had fallen close to the East Road, a lovely couple found me and tended my wounds, allowing me to accompany them to Bree."

"And what have you been doing for the past several centuries if I may ask?" Elrond questioned, looking toward me.

"After returning from the battle and leaving Rivendell behind, I have simply been traveling all over Middle Earth." I stated.

"Mellimeldisiel, has informed me otherwise." Elrond smirked. "What you have been doing is anything but simple, destroying orc and goblin raids and saving those that need saving."

"It is always hard to hide things from someone who keeps track of you." I stated, sighing a bit.

I glanced at the company, making sure they were alright as I saw them ease a bit after the little tune sung by Bofur and I was assuming I was staring a bit too long, for Elrond let out a chuckle beside me.

"I will never understand your fascination with dwarves." Elrond smiled.

"It is not a fascination really..." I defended.

"It was your fascination with dwarves that got us in this situation to begin with, Bellethiel." A voice called out.

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

"It was your fascination with dwarves that got us in this situation to begin with, Bellethiel."

After the company's rude behavior, things had finally calmed down just a bit, all of us talking loudly among ourselves, until a female's voice cut through the noise, bringing all of our attention to the entrance.

Standing between the pillar was a pale elf with midnight black hair and dark eyes, her arms crossed over her chest and many more elves behind her with an expression of shock.

"Morwen..." Bellethiel called out, standing from her seat.

"Welcome back, Bellethiel."A different elf woman called, stepping forward, a soft smile gracing her feature as her hands were clasped in front of her, with eyes that shown ages of wisdom.

"Nana!"

Two male elves rushed forward, pushing through the group blocking the path, and rushed toward Bellethiel. Jumping and avoiding anything that stood in their way before crashing into Belle.

"Beriohtarion. Balamaethor." Bellehtiel breathed out as she stared at the two standing before her. "How did you come to know I was here..."

"Mellimeldisiel gathered us together and informed us you had arrived in Rivendell not that long ago." One of the male elves smiled, pulling Belle from her seat.

"We have catching up to do, with you being gone for over a couple centuries." The other male smiled, taking her other hand as well and pulling forward.

"We have guests and it would be rude to just up and leave." Belle replied, attempting to pull away from the two elves.

"Supper is almost over Bellethiel," Lord Elrond replied, smiling warmly at the scene. "you haven't seen your companions in so long and they have missed you deeply."

Elrond had waved his hand, dismissing Belle as the boys began to quickly pull her out of the dining area.

When Belle reached the group of elves, she was enveloped immediately. And as she disappeared in the group, I took another notice to something I had seen in the beginning of supper.

All the new elves that had arrived to meet Belle, to greet her, the moment they had turned to leave, on their left ear was a silver bead. Same area as Belle, and I'm going to assume...the same carving as well.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

"I taught you better, you should not have barged in the way you did." I scolded, as we made our way toward one of the housing areas.

"Don't be so serious Nana," Balameothor, the youngest of the two chuckled, walking to my left.

"It already seemed like the dwarves were already causing a bigger commotion, there was no harm done with us walking in." Beriohtarion, the eldest twin, added in.

"The room we're going to is close to your dwarves, so you wont get lost on your way back." Balameothor smiled.