Summary: There was another to add to the company from in the Shire, one no one expected. Isabella daughter of Elrohir Son of Elrond and Belvola. Will they accept Bella as the warrior they know of or will she hide the fact that she is both Elf and Dwarf.
BTW I should mention Italics are the elves speaking in their native tongue Sindarin. Bold Italics is when they are speaking in Khuzdul. All words translated at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot! No matter how much I wish it to be so.
The arrow struck true, bringing the Warg and its rider down with it before the orc could alert the others. But the only downside to that was that Kíli didn’t get a kill shot and she knew the second that the snarl burst forth from the fallen Warg as the others attacked that the pack would be alerted anyway.
“Run! RUN!” She screamed as she pushed off towards the rock formation she knew where a path to her home was.
They were already on the boarder of Rivendell; she felt it the second her body slammed through the magical alert barrier her grandfather kept up to keep watch. They would come and they will kill off the pack but the downside to that is she wasn’t ready to tell about her heritage.
She let Gandalf take over, her body spinning and arms flicking out as she let her blades fly and embedding into the skull of the Warg that was nipping at the heels of Nori. The thief cast her a thankful glance as he joined his brothers.
“THERES MORE COMING!” Kili yelled panicked towards his Uncle. Thorin spun, his eyes locking onto each of his Company before the Orc pack. They were surrounding them!
Bella shook her head as she tried to clear the haze that was creeping up on her vision and drew her swords, joining them together to create the double sword and slashed out. She stayed in her spot while the others around her ran in front of the rock formation, they were so close now.
“We’re surrounded!” Fili yelled as he moved closer to the others, blades drawn.
Dwalin stuck close to his king and his brother while keeping those Wargs and the riders in vision as well as Bella. She was further out from them, fighting her own as the pack began to cut them all off.
“Bella!” He roared trying to call her to them.
Kíli looked around and saw they were missing the wizard, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. “Where is Gandalf?”
“He has abandoned us!” Dwalin roared furious once he saw what Kíli did, how dare that wizard abandon them when they were in battle!
Dori yanked Ori back as he shot a rock at one of the pack with his slingshot, the rock colliding with the Warg and doing nothing but amusing the rider and pissing off the beast. Dori would not let the best get his baby brother, it would have to go through him first.
“Hold your ground!” Thorin ordered as he pulled out the elven sword, his eyes scanning the foe and his company.
Gandalf quickly rushed up the slope and called out the others in annoyance and urgency. “This way, you fools!”
Thorin shot Gandalf a look but ordered the others to move quickly, staying up and making sure that nothing could get to them. The company didn’t bother to hesitate and threw themselves down the slope with a few grunts and groans of pain.
“Kili! Run!” Thorin yelled at his nephew when he saw he was still in the same spot shooting at the Wargs, his sword flinging out and culling the beast that charged at him. “BELLA!”
“GO!” She screamed back as she spun and sliced through the next beast as she made her way towards the entrance. She could see from one direction a hunting party on their way. “GO I’LL BE OKAY!”
The king hesitated before nodding and jumping down the slope, Dwalin quickly helped him to his feet and looked up waiting for Bella to slide down the hole. “Come on Bella, don’t be a fool.” He grumbled worried.
“She’ll come.” Thorin breathed out, his eyes along with the others locked onto the opening. “She has to.”
In a matter of seconds the sound of a horn filled the air followed by two bodies, one an orc and the other lady Bella, her blade and an arrow piercing out of the foul beasts’ chest. Everyone quickly rushed forwards to help her up from the ground and Thorin paused as he yanked the arrow from the corpse.
“Elves.” He spat before chucking the arrow away from him.
Bella stared at Gandalf who was looking at anyone but her or Thorin. Dwalin rushed down the path and turned the corner, cursing as it just went on and on. “I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?”
“Follow it, of course!” Bofur stated before shoving his way forward to go down the path, he didn’t want to be anywhere near this place. The others took his lead and began to follow, Thorin staring accusingly and suspiciously at Gandalf before following the others.
Gandalf, Bella and Bilbo took the back of the line while the others pushed on. They were close to her home now; she could feel the magic of her kin in the air and could faintly hear the sounds of song carried by the wind.
Bilbo could feel something, something that made him feel uneasy and yet safe. He cast a frown around the walls and looked up before finally decided to break the silence. “Gandalf? Where are we?”
“You can feel it?” He asked as they stopped, staring down at Bilbo.
“Yes… well… uh… well it feels like… well – like magic.” He stammered out, hoping he would believe him and not brush off his worried.
“Yes, cause that is exactly what it is Bilbo.” Bella murmured to her friend softly.
Gandalf nodded. “A very powerful magic.”
When the others broke out at the end of the tunnel they paused, a gasp escaping their lips while Thorin simply glared at the view before him. Bilbo quickly rushed after the company and Gandalf went to follow only to stop when Bella grasped his arm.
“They mustn’t know my heritage Gandalf. You will need to explain to my grandfather or I will have to before everything, here I am Bella the Blacksmith not Lady Bella of Rivendell.” She whispered strongly before making her way out to the others, smiling softly as she took in the view of her home. It had been a very long time since she had laid eyes on Imraldis. The song of her kin grew louder, echoing in the valley.
“The Valley of Imraldis. In the Common Tongue, it’s known by a another name.” Gandalf explained smiling as he made his way forward and came to a stop next to Bilbo.
Bilbo couldn’t tear his eyes away. “Rivendell.”
“Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea.” Gandalf stated, as he smiled at the view.
Thorin spun on his foot and marched up towards the Wizard. “This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy.”
“You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself.” Bella spoke, tearing her eyes away from her home to the king himself, not backing down as he turned his scowl on her.
“You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing?” He hissed at her. “They will try to stop us.”
“Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered.” Gandalf snapped frustrated, watching as Thorin sighed in defeat of this. The king knew they needed help, knew that it would be best here, even if they were elves.
“If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me.” Gandalf replied softly, a hint of amusement and warning before they began to make their decent towards Rivendell.
Gandalf led the company down the path and towards Rivendell, Bilbo being urged to be in the middle of the group while Bella was lodged between the Ri brothers. She rolled her eyes at them as they fussed, or discreetly tried to pretend at not fuss over her and failing.
“I don’t need to be protected you know.” She chuckled causing Nori to smirk at her.
“We know.” Nori teased over his shoulder causing the dam to kick his boot and causing him to stumble a little. Dori and Ori shared a smirk as they watched this, though they quickly wiped them away as Nori caught them.
The Company complained all the way down from everything from the trees to the architecture. Bella was annoyed at the hate they gave but couldn’t really blame them for the reason of the blame as she too had the same hate to Thranduil. But her grandfather and her kin here tried to help the Dwarrow’s as best they could but many turned them away.
Thorin and the others spread out and kept their eyes on everything, ready for an attack. Though not all of them seemed to find fault and stared at the architecture and scenery in awe.
“Mithrandir.” The voice of Lindir called, causing Gandalf to spin around and greet the elf.
“Ah, Lindir!” Gandalf greeted the elf.
“Stay sharp.” Thorin whispered his order to Dwalin as the others began to move closer to one another, the others murmuring in distrust as they saw the guards at the top of the stairs.
“We heard you had crossed into the Valley.” Lindir informed in Sindarin, his eyes scanning the Dwarrow’s and a Halfling before him with question, pausing slightly in surprise as he caught familiar eyes.
“I must speak with Lord Elrond.” Gandalf stated, trying to draw the elf’s eyes back onto him and not on Bella.
Lindir cocked his head to the side. “My lord Elrond is not here.”
“Not here? Where is he?” He asked worried before sighing in relief as the familiar elf horn sounded, along with the sound of hooves.
Thorin took in the rapid increase of elves before him, all armed. “Ifridî bekâr.Hold ranks!”
The company bunched together into a tight circle with their weapons pointed outward. Bella huffed as she too was pulled into the middle of the circle, rolling her eyes when Bilbo stared up at her in question, causing him to smile. She didn’t bother to draw out a weapon and began to unlock her swords and sheath them once more, her eyes staying downcast when she saw her uncle and grandfather as they circled them.
When the elves came to a stop Elrond smiled and dismounted his horse. “Gandalf.”
“Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh?” Gandalf greeted with a bow.
“We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.” He explained before making his way over to the wizard and giving him a hug of greeting. “Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near.”
He holds up an Orc sword and shows it to everyone, then hands it to Lindir who took it with a short bow and stared at the blade in disgust. Gandalf winced slightly and gestured to the company. “Ah, that may have been us.”
“Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain.” Elrond greeted the king as he moved forward from the company.
“I do not believe we have met.” He gritted out.
“You have your grandfather’s bearing. I knew Thrór when he ruled under the Mountain.” Elrond replied simply, watching as Thorin’s eye twitched.
Thorin cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. “Indeed; he made no mention of you.”
Both Bella and Bilbo closed their eyes and sighed at the rudeness and insult Thorin just displayed and uttered. Elrond on the other hand just turned his gaze to the Dwarrow’s behind him and stared, his eyes landing on the form of his granddaughter, even covered head to toe he knew it was her.
“Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin.” (Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests.) He spoke, watching as her eyes crinkled in amusement.
“What is he sayin’?” Glóin demanded as he shoved forward. “Does he offer us insult?”
The others began to shout and grasp their weapons tighter ready to attack, Gandalf sighed exasperated and turned to Glóin. “No, master Glóin, he’s offering you food.”
Bella chuckled softly as the company backed down and began to murmur amongst themselves, they were eager for food and didn’t really care if it came from the elves or not. Food was food unless there was no meat. She stayed behind as the others went on when she saw that her uncle and grandfather didn’t move, their eyes locked onto her. Finally when the company was out of sight and hearing range she sighed and pulled down her scarf from her face.
“They do not know my true heritage and I would like to keep it that way.” She explained simply, never taking her eyes of her grandfather.
Elrond frowned and kneeled before her, his son doing the same and pulled her into a tight hug. “Then we will not tell them Bell-nín. It has been too long since we have seen you.”
She felt her eyes tighten as she saw the tear that spilled down her uncle’s cheek, she brushed it away softly. “I couldn’t bear to come back, not after ada sailed… it was too much… I am sorry uncle, haru.” (Grandfather)
“All is well now indyo. Come we must hurry to the others, I expect you to sit with us at the head table.” Elrond explained to his grandchild, watching with sad eyes a she covered her face once again.
Elladan cheered as she sighed and nodded, causing her to laugh. “Arwen is going to be so mad at me she missed you but she is visiting Lórien with Glorfindel.”
“I am sad to know that I will not be able to see my fathers-sister.” She explained sadly as she walked along side of her uncle, trying to carefully not stare too long at him. It was a reason why she stayed away from Rivendell and travelled from place to place, Elladan was her father’s twin in both looks and personality that it caused her heart to ache.
On many occasions she caught herself calling him father.
“Lady Bella there you are, the others… oh.” Ori stammered out as he caught sight of the elf and lord Elrond next to her. “Sorry.”
“It is quite alright Ori, I was just discussing a few things with them. I’ll be with you soon.” Bella explained with a soft smile, watching as Ori nodded and made his way back towards one of the dining balconies that her grandfather favoured.
“I will go and find Gandalf shall I?” Elrond near blurted out as he caught the look on his sons face and disappeared down the hallway.
“I looked for you for many years, we all did. If it were not for the stories of your deeds we would think you to be dead Baraloth nín.(My Fiery Flower) But I knew it was because of me that you did not return.” Elladan uttered, turning his head away and smile dropping. To Bella he looked as if he had aged many years and it caused her heart to clench.
“nadadaz’adad…” (brother-of-father) Bella whispered pained, causing Elladan to stare at his niece. It had been a very long time since he had heard her call him that. “I am sorry; I cannot lie to you but yes. Even now as you talk all I can here is adad speaking and when I see you, I see him. But it is not just pain that I see, I see and remember all the joy too… it just grew too much.”
With that she walked away and out towards the others, Elladan sighed softly and followed her out, taking a seat by his father’s side. Elrond and Gandalf paused in their discussion and turned to stare at him with raised brows. Thorin on the other hand looked between the new elf and Bella who was speaking with Bilbo, something within him bubbling at the thought of the elf and Bella alone.
“She answered my question.” Was all he said before he gathered some food upon his plate.
Bella when finished with her talk with Bilbo turned on her foot and made her way to the spare seat next to Thorin, smirking under her scarf as the Dwarrow went silent for a few seconds and just stared at her.
“Where have you been?” Thorin whispered to her as she sat down.
“I needed to speak with Elladan.” She replied with a shrug as she gathered a bit of food. She wasn’t that hungry and she didn’t really wish to remove her scarf to eat out in the open. Thorin frowned before turning his attention begrudgingly back to Gandalf and Lord Elrond.
Bella hummed amused as she sat across the table from her grandfather and uncle with Thorin at her side. She ignored Gandalf, Thorin and her grandfather as they looked at the troll horde swords and tuned her ears towards the company at her name.
She could hear the company whisper behind her about why she sat at the table in a place of honour. Bella couldn’t help but chuckle at some of them and be insulted at the same time.
“What are they saying?” Her uncle asked amused.
Bella just snorted. “They think that I’m sitting at the honour table because of various things, secretly courting Thorin, because I am a women, I had to rescue you and or I’m an Elf-friend… But the last part was stated by Bilbo.” She replied simply which earned a laugh from those who understood her and near deafening silence from the Dwarrow.
“You… You speak Sindarin?” Ori squeaked out surprised as she turned to face the Dwarrow with raised brows.
A wicked smirk graced Bella’s lips as she cast a look back at her kin and Gandalf. “Of course Master Ori, I am considered an Elf-friend.”
Thorin felt his hand clench and abruptly stood from the table.
Nori looked back at Bella and quickly changed the topic as he saw the dark flash in her eyes before she turned away. “It feels like I’m at a funeral with all these soft harps!”
“Did somebody die?” Óin asked as he raised his ear trumpet.
Bofur caught onto what Nori was trying to do and smiled. “Alright Lads, there is only one thing for it.” He stated before standing, the song popping into his head.
“Ohhh…There’s an inn, there’s and inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill,” He started, causing all the others to smile.
“And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
One night to drink his fill.”
The others began to join in with the song, laughing and throwing food around. Bella laughed along, her hands clapping to the beat while Gandalf looked away and Elrond to smile. He was a bit unimpressed by the Dwarrow’s manners but he like Elladan were happy to hear her laugh.
“The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he runs his bow,
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
Now sawing in the middle.
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.” They all finished together, laughing and food flying in the air.
Bilbo groaned at the utter waste of food and mess. “Well at least it’s not my home you unwelcomingly destroy this time.”
“What!” Bella hissed causing silence to reign once again. The company shifted as her piercing gaze flickered from one face to another before stopping at Bilbo once more. “Bilbo… what do you mean.”
Elladan, Lindir and Elrond smiled as the utter serenity filled her voice, making it sickly sweet, a sign that Bella was very angry. They had learnt what that sound and tone meant from Belvola as she had used it quite a lot on her One and Elladan.
“Well… I… Gandalf!” Bilbo spluttered out unwilling to get the Dwarrow’s in trouble. Bella whipped her head around to the wizard and glared, her whole body tensing as everything began to click into place.
“Hmm… are you telling me that you set thirteen Dwarrow’s onto Bilbo without warning Tharkûn?” She asked and when he didn’t answer she turned her attention back to Bilbo who was trying to hide behind Balin. “Bilbo? When did Gandalf tell you about the adventure?”
Now everyone turned towards Bilbo as he spluttered before sighing. “He asked me that morning and I specifically told him no, that night Dwalin was at more door. I had no clue that they were coming or that they expected me to go with them.”
Every single Dwarrow turned their gaze onto Gandalf in horror, some of them even feeling shame as they thought about their actions at the home and readjusted their view on the Halfling. They had thought he be a squirrelly little fellow but now they knew it was because he didn’t know they were coming.
“Well you see…” Gandalf stammered out before snapping his jaw shut at Bella’s glare. Oh he may be a wizard but he knew better than to anger the bloodline of Galadriel and a dwarrowdam.
“It seems Mithrandir that you didn’t expect to be caught in the act.” Elrond chuckled as he sipped at his wine.
“You and I are going to have a little chat later Tharkûn.” Bella hissed before jerking her head away and stabbing angrily at the bread on her plate into little bite sized pieces and beyond.
Author Note: Wow this was longer than I intended but hell, I was on a rollll.
Okay to clear a few things up…
Baraloth nín is something I strung together Bara = Fiery – Loth = Flower. (My Fiery Flower)
nadadaz’adad – brother-of-father or Uncle
haru – Quenya for Grandfather
indyo – Quenya for Grandchild/descendant