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Reminder "italics" are our lovely elves speaking Sindarin.

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"Belle?"

I looked up, opening my eyes just a bit to come to see no one at my door, but I knew that voice all too well.

"Bilbo..." I whispered quietly. "Where have you been?"

"I'm so sorry, I would've visited sooner but...I got lost for some time. This place is a maze and inescapable." Bilbo sighed.

"How have you been faring Bilbo?" I questioned.

"Exhausted most of the time, it is hard to find a place to rest, though I have stolen food from the kingdoms pantry." I heard Bilbo say proudly.

"Already becoming an expert burglar I see..." I smirked, moving closer to the bars. "I have a plan to help the company escape. I want you to relay the information to the company, and tell them to keep on hoping."

Bilbo said nothing, the only sound I heard was the squeak of my bars that only encouraged me to continue talking.

"There are empty barrels that we would send down the river to a town nearby, a town by the name of Esgaroth. Someone would come and retrieve them to take them back to the town. I would check the wine cellar to see if there are barrels. Do not tell the company of that part of the plan, we would not want to give them false hope." I stated. "If there are barrels then we will go forward with the plan. An elf from the inside has offered their service, they told me Mereth Nuin Giliath is upon us. Around that time everyone will be at the celebration. She told me to leave the guards to her, go to the wine cellar and wait for the opportunity to take the keys to release the company. I will meet you there along with her."

"Mereth Nuin Giliath? The Feast of Starlight you had celebrated back in Rivendell?" I heard Bilbo whisper. "Who told you of this?"

"An elf by the name of Thenidiel." I smiled fondly. "She...is my brothers blood. Bilbo...my brother had a little girl without him knowing. In a sense...my brother still lives within her."

"You have a niece..." Bilbo whispered in shock. "I am happy for you, Belle."

I nodded, relaxing for a bit.

"Go forth and check the cellar, if the barrels are there then relay to the company to keep holding on just a bit longer. They will be out of here in no time." I stated.

"And you will meet us there?" Bilbo questioned.

"Do not worry about me Bilbo...I will be there." I stated.

"I will do my part." Bilbo stated. "The company is worried about you. Hang in there Belle..."

I nodded as silence fell all around me indicating that I was now left alone.

'You truly do lose track of time stuck in these blasted cells...' I thought now being left with my thoughts.

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

What Belle said was the truth...or what Thenidiel said was the truth. There were barrels stacked high and enough to fit all fourteen of us. I had to quickly move out-of-the-way for more barrels were being stacked by some of the elves in the cellar. This was going to be great! We can get out of here! Anymore time spent in here and I would go crazy!

'I must go and tell the others...' I thought quietly, tip toeing my way up the stairs, mindful of not getting in the way of the other elves and quickly dashed toward the cells that held the company.

"Thorin..." I whispered quietly, looking around to make sure no one was around. "Are you awake?"

I peered into the pitch dark cell, though a gruff voice was what I heard before seeing movement.

"Master Baggins." Thorin mumbled from his cell. "What news do you bring?"

"Belle isn't faring too well. I don't know how much more she can take in there." I stated honestly.

"How long exactly have we been in here anyways?" I heard Bofur question quietly from his own cell.

"I don't know." I replied. "It's hard to tell time here..."

"Belle has given me a message, she told me to tell you all to keep on hoping. She's come up with a plan on how to get all of us out of here. With help from an inside source." I replied.

"Not from the blond-haired elf I hope." Kili called, coming close to the bars of his cell.

"No, an elf came to her cell looking specifically for Belle. Her brother had a daughter can you believe it?" I exclaimed brightly. "She had come up with the idea and Belle helped put it into action."

"Belle has a niece?" Balin questioned. "That must have made Belle very happy."

"She was overjoyed when she told me." I smiled, though they could not see it. "But she said to keep hoping, for soon we will both get you out of here."

"How exactly is she doing?" Thorin asked, his voice laced with concern.

"She...Belle she...she tells me she's okay, but she looks awful. The two guards that are responsible for her punishment deliver less pain...but she looks like she can fall over any time." I stated. "She asks how you are doing as well. She's concerned about you."

I saw a faint smile appear on Thorin's face which quickly disappeared, hoping no one had seen.

"I leave it all up to you Master Baggins." Thorin stated, nodding his head.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

"I know I said you wouldn't see me until The Feast of Starlight...but this place gets a bit boring when you've already planned everything out." Thenidiel stated, pouting in front of my cell.

"Again, I do not have to warn you how dangerous it is for you to be here." I stated, sighing as I sat as close as I could to the bars of my cell. "If a guard came around and found you, Thranduil will be quite upset."

"I won't get caught." Thenidiel stated proudly. "Were you able to tell your little shadow our plan?" Thenidiel questioned.

"He came around a few nights ago...or what I assume was a few nights ago. I was able to relay the message and hopefully he was able to tell the company as well." I stated.

"I was able to sneakily give the company better food and drinks to regain their strengths without them noticing." Thenidiel stated. "Those two young dwarves are simply adorable."

"Which two?" I questioned.

"The one without the beard and the blond one." Thenidiel stated. "Though the blond one more so, though I do enjoy that one with the floppy hat. I have never seen a dwarf up close before. They are very interesting indeed. Which is your beloved, Belle?"

"Excuse me?" I looked up in shock.

"Which one belongs to you? Surely one of those dwarves is your one with you being so concerned for them." Thenidiel giggled. "And judging from your reaction, my assumption is true. So which one!"

"I will not discuss this with you." I stated averting my eyes to one of the far corners of my cell.

"Oh come on, it's only us two here so be truthful." Thenidiel smiled playfully. "Wait, wait...let me guess. Is it the one with the big, red beard? No, no...he doesn't seem like he would be in your interest."

"The one with the red beard is Gloin. The dwarf has wife as well as a child waiting for him back home." I stated as Thenidiel laughed embarrassingly.

"Hm...maybe it's one of the younger ones? One of the two that I mentioned before? Though the dark-haired one doesn't seem right so maybe the blond-haired one? The blond one seems like he fits the bill." Thenidiel answered. "Or maybe the little shadow!"

"You are not even close my little gwilwileth (butterfly)." I laughed quietly, making sure not to upset the old wounds.

"Gwilwileth?" Thenidiel questioned, before smiling sweetly. "Never been called that before. So then, if not those, then maybe...the one with the floppy hat?"

"No, sorry to disappoint you." I stated, taking a little joy in watching her struggle.

"Can't be the elder dwarves..."Thenidiel stated obviously. "Maybe...the one grumpy one? The one with the dark locks and the permanent scowl etched into his features?"

When I did not stay a word she let out a little squeal.

"It's understandable that you would go for that one, the King my goodness Nana (Mother)!" Thenidiel smiled.

"Nana?" I questioned, completely caught off guard.

She quickly slapped her hands over her mouth, taken back by what she had blurted out.

"I'm sorry, Bellethiel. It just came out." Thenidiel began to panic. "I just...never had that kind of conversation before and I always imagined having it with my mother. It just...slipped, I'm sorry..."

"There is no need to be sorry Thenidiel." I interrupted. "The two boys, Beriohtarion and Balamaethor, call me Nana. I have told them not to call me that when they were younger for I did not want them to replace their own mother for me."

"My mother will always be my mother no matter what, but I think she would be happy to know that there is someone else who would look after me as you did with your sisters sons." Thenidiel stated. "If you do not mind, something like that may slip every so often in our conversation."

"Your mother and father would be very proud of you." I stated. "I do not mind I suppose..."

Thenidiel smiled before inching closer to the bars of my cell.

"So tell me, is he courting you?" She smiled playfully. "Has he asked you to be his queen?"

"You are getting too far ahead of yourself, gwilwileth." I chuckled as she looked at me with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Have you both at least told each other you care about one other in that sense?" Thenidiel questioned.

"No, I do not think he even feels the same way as I do." I stated sadly.

"How absurd! Why not!" Thenidiel gasped. "You should tell him!"

"We may be on better terms now, better than when the journey started, but can you see a dwarf falling for an elf? Our rivalry has been going on for centuries." I sighed.

"Tell him Bellethiel!" Thenidiel urged. "Once we get you all out of these cells you must tell him!"

"It is...more complicated then that." I sighed.

"Then you shall do it when the time is right I suppose...you really should tell him though..." Thenidiel pouted. "I should go visit the dwarf King!"

"He does not take kindly to elves..." I stated. "I think we should save the introductions until we escape this realm."

"Fine..." Thenidiel pouted. "Well, I should take my leave! I have some duties to attend to, you know...to not cause suspicion."

Thenidiel winked before quickly taking her leave.

(Thenidiel's P.O.V)

I smiled as I made my way away from the cell, the euphoria of being able to call someone family after being alone for so long. Nothing could possibly bring me down.

'Hm...my age is showing...' I thought, squealing while replaying the previous conversation with my Aunt. 'I should just go say hello to the King without Belle knowing.'

I stopped suddenly, a bit far away from Belle's cell, smiling playfully.

"Little shadow, you know it's quite rude to be spying on a private conversation." I said in a playful voice.

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

"Little shadow, you know it's quite rude to be spying on a private conversation." The young elf called out, a slight playfulness laced in her voice.

'I'm caught!' I thought bashfully, frozen in my spot.

"I suggest you keep the information you heard to yourself, my aunt will talk when she's ready I suppose." The elf said, turning around to face me, though her eyes roamed around without staring straight at me. "If she doesn't say anything then I will probably push them in the right direction, but lets keep you knowing between you and myself, yes?"

The elf smiled, but behind that smile I could see a sort of mischief that was hidden before she swiftly turned on her heels and began walking on.

"I suggest you start following me around, Little Shadow. Mereth Nuin Giliath is right around the corner and the moment I make my move, you have to take the keys to release the company." The elf stated.

"How did you know?" I whispered quietly causing her to come to a sudden halt.

"I heard Belle talking to herself and someone replying a while back so I knew there was someone walking around the realm unnoticed. Also, my Aunt was the Captain and my father was her brother not to mention her second-in-command." I heard the pride in her voice. "I inherited my keen ears and eyes from them...it comes with the family."

She began moving once more and waved a lazy farewell before letting out a gleeful giggle, her laughter echoing and bouncing off the walls.

'Such an odd family.' I thought, smiling to myself. 'Odd, but interesting.'

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

I'm sure we have been in here for months. I'm tired...exhausted...though the torture has become less severe every day they visited.

Mereth Nuin Giliath is close or upon us for I could hear the hustle and bustle of elves running around, getting everything prepared for the celebration.

"Captain..."

I lifted my head to see two different guards standing in front of my cell holding a silver platter and smiling sincerely at me.

"Calanon... Idhrenion. Glass nín gen achened. Anann gen ú-gennin (It is my joy to see you again. I haven't seen you in a long time)." I mumbled, nodding in their direction.

"We're happy you remember us." Calanon smiled, bowing his head.

"The Feast of Starlight is today...we snuck some food for you." Idhrenion said, taking the keys from his side and opening the door.

Calanon placed the platter on the ground and pushed it toward me before Idhrenion shut the doors once more, locking it.

"Ni 'lassui (I am glad)." I said gratefully. "I hope the celebration goes well."

The two bowed as Calanon stepped away and disappeared, leaving Idhrenion behind.

"There are some of us...who wish to apologize to you. Though some of them are ashamed to face you." Idhrenion mumbled.

"Apologize for what Idhrenion? I do not recall any reason for you or anyone else to apologize to me." I stated, uncovering the cover of the platter, the aroma of the food filling my cell.

"Back at the mountain..." Idhrenion mumbled. "we were cowards. Some...wanted to follow you back to the mountain, but we were afraid of betraying our King. We should have followed you Captain..."

I listened quietly, staring at the elf slouched in front of me and I noticed his shoulder quivering.

"There is no need for you to say sorry Idhrenion..." I sighed. "You were right to follow your King."

"I speak for those that could not face you in your cell, we are sorry." Idhrenion said, whipping his sleeve over his eyes and stood tall once more. "The next time you need us, when you call us...we will not be cowards."

Behind his words was a promise and I sighed.

"Henion (I understand)." I said. "Go enjoy the celebration Idhrenion."

"Goheno ven (Forgive us)." Idhrenion mumbled as I nodded.

"Ú-moe edaved (There is nothing to forgive), Idhrenion." I nodded as he smiled before taking his leave, the sound of his footsteps getting farther, leaving only the sound of the laughter of elves in the distance.

"Gosh, I thought he would never leave!"

Thenidiel appeared suddenly, dressed in a simple dark green elven garment shirt hugging her midsection and flowed down to her knees, a brown leather plating covering over, dark green leggings tucked into her boots, and a bow slung across her back. She smiled down at me before waving.

"Thenidiel." I smiled in relief.

"Celebration started really early, everyone is up there in the dinning hall." Thenidiel smiled. "The guards in the wine cellar are out like a light, nothing a little wine didn't fix. And right as I left the keys began to float away."

"Float away?" I questioned.

"Your little shadow listened well, came to retrieve the keys just in time." Thenidiel smiled proudly. "I bought your weapons!"

"Did you plan on how to get me out?" I questioned, jiggling the chains on my wrists.

"It seems Idhrenion forgot to take the keys before he left." Thenidiel smirked, the sound of the keys jiggling and my door suddenly opening. "And look, the keys to your chains!"

"Idhrenion and Calanon...they were in on it?" I questioned curiously.

"I have connections." Thenidiel smiled. "Idhrenion wanted to speak to you before I came around of course...though I didn't think he would take that long." She mumbled quietly, quickly running into my cell and unlocking my chains.

"Can you stand?" Thenidiel asked worriedly.

"I will manage..." I stated, slowly stretching out my legs and Thenidiel placed all my weapons into my arms. "We should hurry and make sure the path is cleared before the company arrives."

My body ached as I quickly moved out of the cell and headed down toward the cellar, hissing at the discomfort some of the open wounds gave me. At the same time, as we descended some of the stairs, I began placing my weapons into their holders and attaching them onto my body where they belonged.

"I should've bought you some clothing to change into...I'm sorry Belle." Thenidiel mumbled, keeping pace with me.

We both had reached the cellar, being extremely quiet as we went down the last steps of the stairs. There were three elves slumped onto the table in the far back corner.

"We can worry about my clothes after..." I whispered quietly as I made my way toward the stacked barrels. I took out an arrow from my quiver and rested it on my bow.

"Now, we just wait for the company...hopefully they'll be coming soon." Thenidiel mumbled, taking out a small dagger from under her vest.

(Thorin's P.O.V)

"I'll wager the sun is on the rise..." I heard Bofur call out from afar. "must be nearly dawn."

"We're never gonna reach the mountain are we..." I heard the innocent voice of Ori call out.

I slumped at the back of my cell, averting my eyes to the ground, slowly loosing hope of reaching the mountain in time the longer we stayed stuck in these blasted elven cells.

'She told us to keep hoping...but for how long...?' I thought, gritting my teeth, my jaw tightening.

"Not stuck in here you're not." I heard from outside my cell.

I looked up and saw our burglar, with a ring full of keys in his grasp as he smiled proudly.

I got to my feet quickly as Bilbo began to tinker with the keys trying to find the right set that would open the door.

"Bilbo!" I heard Balin call out in disbelief, the voice of all the company echoing around, cheering, murmuring in joy and relief at seeing our burglar.

"Shh!" Bilbo called out, looking around. "There are guards nearby!"

The door to my cell budged open as our burglar nodded to me before moving on to the next cell beside me.

I followed him with my eyes, and there was one thing missing the moment I stepped foot out of our cell.