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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Ellía had all but been forced into the sparkling dress and shoved out the door by Parisa, when it came time for the feast of Mereth E-Ngilth. Legolas had escorted the young elf to the party and introduced her to many elders that wished to lay eyes upon the kin of the Lady of Light. A few hours in and the feast had gone from a very formal gathering of the high elves of Mirkwood, to quite a rowdy party.
The harps had been switched for more fast paced instruments and the wine was disappearing faster than the food. Ellía had been looking for a chance to slip away since she arrived, but Legolas had kept a close eye on her. He only left her side once to speak to the red-haired elf that Ellía now knew to be named, Tauriel.
As the party continued, Ellía began to notice how many of the she-elves watched Legolas with longing in their eyes. A few moments later, a mischievous smile appeared on her face, and she excused herself from the prince saying she wished to speak with elves closer to her age, before making her way over to a group of whispering she-elves.
"Lady Ellía." One said as they all gave her a small curtsey. "Please, there is no need for that." Ellía said with a smile and wave of her hand. The girls smiled at her and nodded. "I only wished to come over here to help a dear friend of mine. You see, Prince Legolas wishes to dance tonight, but me being so much younger than him, I am worried that I am not at the same caliber. He has done such a good job watching over me tonight and I wish for him to enjoy himself now. Would any of you mind taking my place for a few dances?" Ellía asked innocently.
Within seconds the she-elves were arguing amongst themselves as they all hurried towards the unsuspecting prince to drag him onto the dance floor. Ellía couldn't help but watch for a few seconds before hurrying away. She smiled at the guards and wished them a goodnight before gliding down the many steps, with the shimmering skirts of her gown trailing behind her. Once she was out of sight, she took a hard left and down a winding staircase. Although, no one had told her where the dwarves were being kept, she was almost certain they would be in the cells.
It took her a few minutes to get down to the level where she was hoping her friends would be. She had to hide in crevices and shadows a few times to avoid a patrol, but eventually, she made. She tiptoed towards the first cell door, with her slippers in her hand since they were making far too much noise for her. She peered through the bars to find Dori and Ori sat against a wall and fast asleep. She smiled at their peaceful faces and walked over to the next one to find Fili sitting on the floor with his head on his hands.
"Fili!" she whispered. The dwarf's head snapped up and he smiled at her. "I knew you'd come find us." he whispered and hurried to the barred door. She returned his smile and asked, "Are you alright? Is everyone else here?" as she wrapped her hands around the bars. "We're all here and unharmed. Just angry." he said quietly. Ellía sighed and looked around the cavern they were in when something popped up in her mind. 'How foolish of me to forget!' she scolded herself and turned back to ask Fili if he had seen any sign of Bilbo, only to find him looking her over.
