Author's Note: Hello Hobbit Fans! We are now in Rivendell where so much can happen in such a little time. We shall experience a little downtime and fun time in Rivendell, what could possibly go wrong?

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit, all rights go to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Only person I own is Bellethiel and all her elvish friends. Any grammar mistakes you see I want to say I am deeply sorry that I missed it and I do hope you enjoy this chapter.

A friendly reminder “Italics” are our lovely elves speaking in Sindarin. Enjoy this chapter!

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

"Did you see that?" I asked the company, minus Thorin and Balin who had gone to discuss some business with Gandalf after coming back from our meeting with the Lord of Rivendell.

"See what Bilbo?" Bofur asked curiously, rummaging through his pack.

"Those elves." I pondered.

"You would have to be more specific Master Boggins." Kili chuckled. "This place is full of elves, which do you speak of?"

"Baggins." I corrected, glaring slightly at the Durin prince. "And those elves that came to retrieve Belle, there was something odd about them."

"Elves, are always odd in the opinion of dwarves." Fili replied, taking a puff from his pipe.

"What did you see lad." Bofur humored.

"Those elves also had their ears pierced, a silver bead in the exact spot Belle had hers." I answered earning blank stares from the company that had decided to listen. "Don't you find it odd? It's already rare to see an elf with their ear pierced, but now we find a group of them? I'm sure it's safe to assume that they have the same inscription carved into those beads as well."

"I think you're just over thinking the situation Bilbo..." Bofur answered, finding his pipe. "They were probably in the same military squad back where they're from for all we know."

"Don't think to hard on it Master Boggins!" Kili called out as I made to leave. "If you do your head will hurt!"

I huffed and looked out over the balcony into the garden, the moon being the only light shining aside from the dim torches hanging on the columns.

In the darkness though I saw Belle and the elves from earlier moving into the open area, the females holding trays upon trays of food while the male elves carried bottles wine. Their laughter was loud and contagious as I found myself laughing along for no apparent reason.

"I have not seen Bellethiel smile like that in years." Gandalf spoke, startling me just a bit.

"Is there a reason for their celebration and merriment?" I questioned curiously.

"I assume they are relieved to see Bellethiel alive after going missing for so long." Gandalf commented. "We have also arrived just in time for a very important occasion."

"What occasion?" Ori questioned, moving closer to get a better look from our balcony.

"It's Mereth Nuin Giliath, The Feast of Starlight." A chime like voice spoke out.

The company all turned toward the stairway to see the same elf maid that had escorted us this afternoon to the dining hall.

"What are you doing here?" Thorin growled out defensively, as the elf raised her hand.

"Be at peace Thorin, I am here only to see if there is anything I could do to make you or your company feel more at home." The elf smiled. "I just so happened to have entered when you questioned the reason for the celebration the elves of Greenwood were having."

"The Feast of Starlight?" I asked.

"They're celebrating a bit soon I suppose...for it has been centuries since they have been together." The female elf bowed her head. "My apologizes, my name is Melda."

"What is the Feast of Starlight?" Ori asked in amazement.

"To the Eldar, to elves, all light is sacred. For when elves first walked Middle Earth the first light we saw were the stars." Melda motioned toward the group in the garden. "The Wood Elves love the light of the stars the best."

Melda sighed as she looked toward the merry party.

"It is great to see them happy once more." Melda commented.

"What do you mean, are they always sad?" I questioned.

"My husband...Ainion, came to Rivendell centuries ago. They were injured, but relieved to be alive and together, even while they were on the brink of death they laughed and joked." Melda smiled, reliving her memory. "But Bellethiel...on her short time here she was sad, she seemed to be bothered by her thoughts as our healers tended to her. And when she left...so did the merriment of the Wood Elves. They would keep to themselves, only talking to their own and found no joy...they would force a smile in their everyday lives sure...but it was never true."

"Why were they injured?" Kili questioned, now a bit curious as to the reason the elves now full of joy were dying centuries ago.

"Ainion would not tell me, when asked he would tell me it was not something he wished to relive." Melda sighed. "I did not want to push, but from what I heard it was a war against orcs."

"Why come here, why not go home." Fili stated, his brows furrowed. "It is not as if their home was taken."

"I had asked, and the only answer I had gotten was that they could not return to Greenwood the Great." Melda looked at the group sadly. "I am just happy to see Ainion truly smile."

"Have you questioned about the bead on his left ear." I asked, hoping for an answer. "Any writing on it."

"The bead on his left ear?" Melda repeated, possibly thinking back to any information she could give. "Ainion had mentioned it once, he had told me it was a promise him and his kin made. As for the writing I was unable to read, it looked to be dwarvish runes."

This piqued the curiosity of the rest of the company who had been not been paying much attention to the story, until now.

"Why would it be in our language?" Kili asked.

"I am just assuming that it was writing in your language Master Dwarf." Melda defended. "Though, I am not too sure what it says, or if it is even in your language...I never got a good look."

I notice Melda glance to Gandalf, who had shifted a bit as Melda simply nodded.

"If there is nothing I can do...then I shall take my leave for the night." Melda bowed before quickly making her leave.

"Let us get some rest..." Gandalf called out after a few seconds of silence had passed.

I unrolled my bedroll, for the company refused to accept the living quarters of elves, and lay in a random spot beside Bofur...the melodious laughter of the elves in the garden going on through the night.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

The night before was spent with joyful of company, aside from the twins causing trouble every second through the night, moving from the garden back into the room and making a complete mess in their wake. We had celebrated through the night, that most of the younger elves had passed out due to the amount of wine they had continuously consumed. I was one of the few of the elder elves that supervised and stayed awake, exchanging stories and reliving the past. But when the sun made itself known I had decided it was time to leave and rejoin the others.

But just as I reached the door, a voice stopped me from leaving.

"Leaving so soon?"

I turned around to see Mellimeldisiel, smiling once more.

"I was thinking of taking a walk through Rivendell." I answered smiling back.

"Then I shall join you, mellon." Mellimeldisiel replied as she made her way to stand beside me. "Company always make everything more enjoyable."

I nodded as we walked side by side through Rivendell, and I took notice to some of the younger elves stray out of our path, their head bowed and eyes averted to the ground.

"Have they always been doing this?" I questioned quietly, glancing at some of the elves we passed before staring straight ahead.

"We have told them not to, but they seem to want to." Mellimeldisiel replied, shaking her head. "We just learned to accept and live with it."

"It is a bit odd..." I commented as I took a glance behind. "We are not lords or ladies...we do not deserve this amount of respect for what we have done."

Mellimeldisiel shook her head, her smile disappearing.

"Where they give their respect is their choice, but we should not be ashamed for our deeds." Mellimeldisiel advised.

"I am not ashamed, but proud. I just do not think it is something worth being praised for..." I replied, chuckling a bit. "Imagine the companies reaction to the way the elf-maids treat us when we walk pass."

"I have seen the way you hold yourself mellon, you may not be ashamed of what you have done...but you are ashamed of something. I can see it." Mellimeldisiel stated before looking to me. "Do they know?"

"No, they do not." I replied.

Mellimeldisiel paused in her steps and reached out to take a strong hold of my wrist, halting me from going forward.

"You have yet to tell them, Bellethiel. Don't you think they deserve to know!" Mellimeldisiel scolded.

"They have no need to know Mellimeldisiel." I gently pulled my arm back. "What good will me telling them? To force them to appreciate elves?"

"You can't keep it a secret mellon, everyone knows who we are...what we've done. There are a few who know us by our face, but all know of our name." Mellimeldisiel commented. "And what will happen then?"

"Then let them find out that way, I will not tell them to force them to appreciate our kind." I growled out. "Leave it be, Mellimeldisiel."

"But Bellethiel-"

"Belle?"

Mellimeldisiel and I had stopped our argument and turned to see Bilbo had awkwardly stepped forward, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"Bilbo..." I sighed, shaking my head and smiling at the hobbit.

"I'm sorry, I was just doing a bit exploring...I didn't mean to interrupt." Bilbo mumbled.

"You are not interrupting little hobbit, I was about to excuse myself." Mellimeldisiel replied, turning to look at me. "Remember our conversation Bellethiel, you cannot keep it a secret forever."

I watched as Mellimeldisiel turned to leave, disappearing around the corner before I looked to Bilbo.

"Shall I show you around Bilbo?" I asked.

"That would be wonderful." Bilbo smiled gratefully. "I was getting a bit lost."

"Where have the others gone off to?" I questioned as we began walking up a flight of stairs.

"I do not have the faintest idea," Bilbo replied.

"We shall go search for them once the tour is over." I smiled as we both began walking around.

"Such beautiful paintings..." Bilbo commented as we reached the second floor and turning to his left. "And this sword..."

"You have read stories about it I assume." I replied walking toward the statue holding the broken sword. "Heard the tales?"

"I have heard the stories, but another telling would be wonderful." Bilbo smiled up at me. "Especially from someone who's lived...if you don't mind."

I shook my head and smiled, placing a hand on Bilbo's shoulder and turning him around to the painting across from the statue.

"Narsil, forged during the First Age by a Dwarven smith Telchar, originally the sword of Maglor. But during the Second Age, its wielder was Elendil, High King of Gondor. The battle against Sauron claimed the lives of many elves and men, and there Elendil died fighting against Sauron, and Narsil shattered in the process. Hope...seemed lost." I addressed looking to the drawing of the man on the ground, holding the handle up, thinking back to the exact moment. "But Isildur, son of Elendil, took up the handle of Narsil and cut off the One Ring from Sauron's hand, separating it from its master and defeating him. Thus being the fall of Sauron and the end of the Second Age."

"You were there..." Bilbo added.

"I was there, fighting along the elves of Greenwood and I had seen the lives the war had claimed, and destroyed." I sighed sadly. "Our King, Oropher had fallen and one of them being my brother by marriage Idhrenohtar, and soon after claimed the life of my sister Anameleth. It was not my first battle, but it is always difficult to see war claim the lives of the ones you care about."

"What happened to the ring?" Bilbo asked, changing the subject.

"Lost and forgotten," I replied as we began to leave. "Instead of destroying the ring, Isildur had taken the ring in greed, it corrupted him and thus became his downfall."

"I see." Bilbo said as we walked further away from the paintings.

"Rivendell is such a beautiful place to live, why did you ever leave, Bellethiel?" Bilbo asked as we crossed a narrow walkway, over the still clear water. Looking up at the archways we passed.

"I had no reason to stay." I answered, as we stopped for a bit in a garden.

"Your friends and your nephews weren't a good reason?" Bilbo questioned.

I looked down at Bilbo, my right eyebrow quirked up in curiosity as Bilbo just laughed while we continued our stroll.

"It's not that hard to figure out Belle, they are almost an exact copy of you, aside from their personalities and their hair color." Bilbo answered.

"They took after their father..." I chuckled. "They inherited our looks, but their father's personality I am afraid."

At the very top of one of the housing areas we stood on a balcony overlooking Rivendell watching as the sun began to rise.

"And your companions have the same piercing as you, that silver bead with the same inscriptions." Bilbo answered.

I stood to his right side as I looked down at him.

"The same inscription?" I questioned.

"I am only assuming..." Bilbo mumbled. "Your friend...said you couldn't keep it a secret. If I'm not intruding, keep what a secret Belle?"

I stared out at the scenery, unsure how to answer before soft footsteps reached my ear. I looked behind to see Elrond approach and bowed to him. He kindly dismissed my gesture before going to stand on Bilbo's left.

"Not with your companions?" Elrond remarked startling Bilbo who had not realized another had joined our conversation.

"Ah, I shan't be missed." Bilbo replied, shaking his head. "The truth is most of them don't think I should be on this journey."

"Indeed." Elrond assessed. "I've heard that Hobbits are very resilient."

Bilbo laughed, thinking Lord Elrond was joking, but when he saw he wasn't he looked up to him.

"Really?" Bilbo asked.

"Mmm." Elrond nodded, looking back down at the hobbit. "I've also heard they're fond of the comforts of home."

Bilbo looked up and smirked, thinking for a moment before leaning toward Elrond.

"And I've heard that it's unwise to seek the counsel of elves, for they will answer both yes and no." Bilbo confided.

I chuckled quietly as Elrond did not look amused by the statement, as Bilbo glanced between the both of us nervously, thinking he had insulted us both, before a soft smile graced Elrond's face causing Bilbo to chuckle, shuffling from side to side.

"You are very welcome to stay here, if that is your wish." Elrond states as he makes his leave.

"Are you considering the offer?" I questioned curiously, looking down to Bilbo.

"I'm considering..." Bilbo answered honestly. "The company does not think I should be on this adventure...I have not been welcomed from the beginning back at my hole. You, they may not be as accepting, but at least you've proven you're worth..."

"Do not look so upset Bilbo, it is hard to gain the trust of dwarves when you are an outsider. If you were to leave, I will miss you dearly." I replied.

"That's very kind of you Belle." Bilbo said, smiling up at me.

"I am only being honest Bilbo," I smiled. "now...how about we search for our companions."

"Nana!"

I turned back to see Balamaethor, frantically running up the stairs and skidding to a complete stop in front of me.

"Balamaethor, is something wrong?" I questioned as he gained his composure and pointed back in the direction he came from.

"There's a big problem, Nana! The young ones have challenged the company in the training area!" Balamaethor said urgently.

"Which of the young ones." I asked seriously, as I strode past him, Bilbo quickly trying to keep up alongside me.

"Dûrion and his followers." Balamaethor reported keeping up with my strides.

"This is bad..." I commented as I picked up my pace.

"What is he saying?" Bilbo questioned, huffing as he started to fast walk.

"Some of the young elves have started a fight with the company." I answered. "What was the reason?"

"Who was at the practice area first..." Balamaethor sighed, shaking his head. "I am going to say it was Dûrion who approached the dwarves."

We approached the practice area to see four of the young ones glaring down at the dwarves, weapons drawn on either side. I saw some of the elves of Rivendell standing around, watching the scene unfold and Bilbo suddenly ran from my side to the company, urgently trying to calm his angry companions without getting hurt. As I looked around I had spotted our friends and Mellimeldisiel standing to the side.

"Why could you not handle the situation yourself, Mellimeldisiel." I called, moving quickly to stand beside her, Balamaethor standing the opposite of me.

"You know very well they will not listen to me." Mellimeldisiel replied, shaking her head in shame. "Dûrion only ever listens to you."

I growled in frustration as I walked out onto the open field.

"Dûrion!" I yelled out, stepping out to stand between the dwarves and the glaring elf. "What is the meaning of this."

"We were here first Captain!" Dûrion growled out, glaring down at Thorin who was standing at the front of the group, Balin's arm preventing the dwarf king from moving to strike. "These dwarves had the nerve to interrupt our practice."

"We came here the moment the sun rose over the mountain!" Kili growled out. "We were here first Belle and they know it!"

Dûrion growled in anger, yelling to the three younger elves before pushing me out-of-the-way, raising his sword up and preparing to start a fight with the company of dwarves.

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

It all happened so fast, the elf Belle called Dûrion, pushed Belle out of the way and ready their weapons against the dwarves.

The sudden gesture caused the rest of the company to raise their weapons.

"Enough!"

Belle had regained her composure and swiftly taken up a sword and disarmed Dûrion, shoving him to the ground as she stood over him, her sword aimed at his chest as she addressed those armed around her.

The way she spoke was something I had never heard before, her demeanor emotionless. The speech wasn't soothing like when Elrond and Gandalf spoke yesterday at the entrance...no, it was detached and biting. Her stance was rigid, she stood with her shoulders squared and her eyes, if possible, got colder. She was frightening, those standing around...whether it was the elves of Rivendell or the elves of Greenwood did not dare interfere.

The group of elves quickly moved to help Dûrion, shame written on their face as they bowed to Belle.

She grumbled once more and spoke to them, almost in a commanding way before they grumbled some more and moved forward to address Thorin.