What happens when Ellia of Rivendell all but invites herself into the company of Thorin Oakenshield after overhearing a heated discussion between her father and a wizard about a vision involving her destiny? Come on the journey with Ellia through Mi...
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Once she entered her chambers, Ellía quickly changed from her more formal dinner dress and into a plain cotton one, so she would not feel bad about getting it dirty tonight. She quickly braided a few pieces of hair back to get it out of her face and slipped on her elven boots and cloak. After strapping on her dual short blades, beneath her cloak, she hoped over her balcony railing.
Ellía gracefully scaled down the side of the palace and quietly dropped down onto the ground below. The young she-elf pulled her hood up as she began hurrying through the moonlit palace. As she neared the archway that lead to the meadow she had left her flowers in, the smell of a fire and muffled laughter drifted through the air and around her.
Just as she began to follow the faint smell and sound, a firm hand leaned on her shoulder. She whirled around with wide eyes to see her Father, along with Gandalf, Thorin, the hobbit, and an older dwarf. "Why does it not surprise me to find you sneaking about the palace, Ellía." Her father said with a shake of his head.
As she was about to ramble out an excuse, her father held a hand up to stop her. "Save your excuses for the next time. I was about to send for you anyways. Come along." He said simply and began walking once more. "This is not meant to be a spectacle for as many elven eyes as you please." Thorin growled as they followed Elrond up a dark and steep staircase. "If you wish to read the runes, Ellía must accompany us." Gandalf scolded him.
Ellía sent an apologetic look to the dwarves but both only glared at her before picking up their pace. "They don't like me much either." A voice spoke up. Ellía looked down to see the hobbit offering her a sympathetic smile. "I do not believe we have met. I am Ellía and you are?" She said with a warm smile as she looked at the hobbit. "I'm Bilbo Baggins." He said as a small blush creeped over his cheeks.
The two carried on a pleasant conversation as they followed the others, until they reached their destination. The tight staircase came to a large cliff in the side of the mountain with a water fall cascading down from the ledge above them. The dwarves and Bilbo moved off to the side as they took in the view around them. "These runes were written on a midsummer's eve by the light of a crescent moon nearly 200 years ago." Elrond said as he walked up to the crystal podium.
Elrond looked at his daughter and nodded as he spread the map out on the pillar. Ellía walked to the edge of the cliff and kneeled down and sat back on her feet. "When should I begin, Ada?" She asked as she glanced over her shoulder. "Now, nin galad." He said with a soft smile. Gandalf came to stand next to Elrond as they watched the young elf close her eyes and turn her face towards the clouded sky.
The dwarves watched with suspicion as she began to quietly chant in elvish. Within in a few seconds, the clouds began to gently swirl and move away from the moon. allowing its light to being to pour down on them. "It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell. Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield. The same moon shines upon us tonight." Elrond said as the last wisp of a cloud floated away and the podium was bathed in moonlight.
