Title: The Unexpected
Summary: What if Bella was the youngest daughter of Galadriel, one who thought was lost but in hiding. What if Gandalf asks for her aid in Thorin’s quest.
Author Note: WHY HAS THIS CONSUMED ME SO?
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 any of the twilight series and I really don’t own any of Tolkien’s amazing work.
The Dwarrow’s of Erebor had stopped moving and simply stared at the two elves that stood just inside the great door, their arms entwined and eyes closed as they rested their foreheads together. They all knew who Moriel and her One were; many had seen and spoken to the Lady herself as she helped reconstruct Erebor and helped with the injured of the battle.
“What is going on here?” Thorin demanded as he, Balin and Dwalin stepped into the great hall.
“Lady Moriel and her One.” One of the Dwarrow replied, bowing to her king as she turned to look back at the scene. Legolas and Moriel seemed to glow, their lips moving in unheard words.
Thorin, Balin and Dwalin turned to look where the dwarrowdam had gestured to and paused, suddenly becoming entranced like the rest of the Dwarrow’s in the hall that could see them. In two days from now the wedding would be taking place and Legolas was saying goodbye to his love to return to Mirkwood with haste to collect all he needed to and everyone that was attending from his home.
I promise I will be back my love… Legolas swore, his hands clenching tightly around her waist.
Moriel let out a choked sob. I know caun nín, but that does not mean I will miss you any less.
Legolas hummed softly and moved his hands up to cup her face in his hands, placing a soft kiss upon her lips. He like Canadriel ignored the world around them as they embraced like this. Gilgalad Nín, in two days’ time we will be wed and I shall never leave your side again. I cannot for I nearly lost you many times since I found you…
Then hurry back to me my love. She whispered, her hand caressing the one that cupped her face before letting go and stepping back, her eyes opening to see him one last time before the wedding.
“I will be back.” He whispered. “Le Melin, gilgalad nín.”
Dwalin quickly rushed forward, shoving Dwarrow out of his way as he watched Legolas mount his horse that was being held at the door and rush away. He saw his sister sway for a second and didn’t dare to hesitate, reaching her in time to catch her from falling completely and wrapping her in his arms.
“Now Namad, he’ll be back soon.” He cooed softly, only for her ears as he glanced around. The Dwarrow’s made their way forward, letting the company rush towards them and surround them both. Soft rumbling tones escaping their lips and throats as they hummed, he recognised it as an old lullaby that parents sang to their young to sooth them.
When he began to move the others quickly made a gap enough for him and the company to pass, each looking down in respect and the song still ringing in the air. Dwalin could feel and see his sister succumbing to sleep and for that he was glad as he knew from Legolas that she had not been resting easy.
Thorin quickly opened the door to Moriel’s room and then to the bedroom. Dis pushed her way into the room and pulled back the furs of the bed while Dwalin shifted her to make sure she was comfortable. The beads in her hair swang and clanged against his armour as he moved, causing a soft smile to tug at his lips.
She had been overwhelmed when the others had presented her with beads of their house, each doing their own braid. She had truly loved each and every one, thanked them as tears spilled from her eyes and crushed them into her embrace the best she could.
But as the night grew dark and only he and Balin remained, she confided in them both that their beads and braids will always be her favourite for they were her kin first and foremost.
“If we’re going to make a habit of this we will need a bigger bed for all of us and the babes.” Dis muttered with a yawn as she was pulled into her sons embrace from Bella’s side.
“It is only when Legolas is away.” Kíli murmured into his mother’s side.
Balin snorted. “I am sure there will be times once they wed that he will be beside her and us as their blankets.”
“Don’t even say such things Balin.” Balnar chuckled from the foot of the bed.
“Who would have thought that we would be resting in an elf’s bed? I am sure if we heard this years ago or even last year we would have taken an axe to their head.” This time it was Nori who said it, earning a kick in the back from his brother for being rude.
“It is true though.” Belnar replied from beside his brother, this being the first time he had been dragged into this oddness. He didn’t know what his One would think but by the complete ease his brother and the others were in that this happened frequently.
“She will be wed in two days.” Dwalin murmured softly as he squeezed in between his sisters head and the wall. “She will leave us soon.”
No one said a word as the last silent whisper escaped Dwalin’s lips for they knew it was the truth, they could not stop her from leaving if she so desired. They knew she would be back but it would be a few years in between each visit.
Bella pulled out her braids delicately, all but Balin and Dwalin’s braids as she began to brush her hair. Today was the day that she and Legolas were to be wed, she had been unable to sleep at all last night and she was glad to be an elf for she didn’t need much sleep.
“My sweet daughter, you look glowing.” Galadriel hummed as she stepped into the room, a soft smile upon her face as she took in her youngest daughters face.
Canadriel turned to smile at her mother. “I am happy amillë but I am nervous and I am sad.”
“I too wish that your sisters were here to see this.” Galadriel whispered softly as she took over brushing her daughter’s hair after placing down the box in her hands. It had been too long since she was able to do this for her, Canadriel having grown too quick for her liking and deemed she didn’t need help.
“I also wish Elleion could be here to see it as well.” Canadriel replied sadly, remembering the way her friend spoke and dreamed of her son’s wedding day so to speak. She never dreamed that Legolas was her Chosen and now that… with a shake of her head Canadriel returned to the present.
“I have a gift for you, it was Celephinthel’s, she would want you to wear it.” Galadriel explained, gesturing to the box that she had brought with her.
Bella looked up at her mother with a confused frown and unlatched the carved box, her eyes widening, a gasp escaping her lips as she caught sight of what nestled in the velvet. It was the necklace her sister had always worn and swore that if she were to ever be wed she could wear it.
It was two leaf branches that wrapped around and came to join at the hollow of her neck with three pearls that represented her, Celebrian and Neliel. Then two strands of gold with nested diamonds connected to flowers that fell down. It went well with her dress.
“Have you made the circlet for Legolas?” Galadriel asked her daughter, curious to see what she had designed.
A soft smile graced Bella’s face as she stood and moved towards the dresser, her hands gliding over the oak wood with reverence before picking it up and placing it gently in her mother’s hands. “I had asked Fíli to make it for me for I am not good with metal and Roga did the gem cutting.”
“He will wear this with pride Telellë.” She explained softly, watching as her daughter beamed and scowled at the same time.
“I am no longer little mother.” She scolds before placing the box carefully back upon her dresser.
A knock echoed before the door opened and closed in a quick succession. Roga, Dis, Lorelei, Simkka, Gloins wife Bruni and Bombur’s wife Athora stood in the door each laden with something or other.
“I take it is time to get ready?” Bella asked amused as she eyed each woman.
“Of course, that and we had to escape the men. You would think it would be their own wedding day!” Bruni huffed with a roll of her eyes. “Glóin is near frantic.”
Dis snorted. “Dwalin, Balin, my boys and Thorin are with Legolas and each are pacing a hole in the stone.”
“Do I take it that my Chosen is worried?” Bella asks amused as she allowed Dis to sit her down upon the chair and begin to weave the braids back in once more.
“Oh no, Legolas is trying to calm the others down. He is as calm as you my lady, but I left Tauriel with them.” Lorelei explained and Bella saw her eyes flicker to Dis and back.
Ah yes, that had been a night of remembrance. She had thought Dis would be angrier to find that her youngest had found his One in an elf but no, her problem was with Tauriel and her attitude. If it were not for Dwalin and Dori, Bella was sure that Tauriel would have sported a nice broken bone or two.
“My Bombur and Bilbo have been in the kitchen since the first bell rang, they have not stopped talking since you asked for them to choose the meals for the Dwarven feast.” Athora hummed as she tidied up the room some.
Galadriel sat back amused as she watched the Dwarrow’s flit around her youngest, she was glad that her daughter, her Canadriel had friends – family, sisters – to help her on this day.
“You think that is bad, Thorin has been near frantic as it is he who is doing the ceremony, it will be the first royal wedding of Erebor and it is to be for two elves.” Dis chuckled as she finished braiding Canadriel’s hair and pinning it up.
“Amillë will you help me with my dress?” Bella asked once Dis was done, gesturing to the covered garment in the corner. It was a dress she had specifically designed long ago and had asked Dori to make it for her, not only did Dori do it so did Ori and Nori. The last one took her quite surprised but apparently Nori was better than his brothers at bead work.
She had chosen green and gold for her colours, green silk and lace along with gold beads for the design. Though it was Elven, the Ri brothers had blended both her culture and theirs into the dress. The clasp that rested at the hollow of her neck that kept the shawl on was designed by Balin and Dwalin, a blend of their house Sigils.
“Of course.” Galadriel hummed standing once more.
The others waited with bated breath as the two disappeared into the room, no one but the Ri brothers and Moriel knew what the dress looked like and they were all anxious to see it. When the last lace was tied and the shawl clasped around her neck did Galadriel step back and felt the tears pool in her eyes.
“Oh my sweet daughter, you truly look like a shining star in the night.” She breathed out and pressed a kiss upon her daughter’s brow.
Balin and Dwalin along with Celeborn knocked and stepped into the room as Roga opened the door.
“She is getting ready.” Simkka explained softly before inhaling sharply as the door opened and outstepped Galadriel and Moriel.
“Well?” She wanted to ask, though the question died away on her tongue before she could even ask it as her eyes caught the stunned faces before her.
Dis, her brothers and the others had their hands over their mouths and tears in their eyes.
“Dís? Balin? Dwalin?”
Celeborn moved to his own Chosen’s side and smiled towards his daughter, unable to voice the emotion that welled and lodged into his throat. He had never seen his daughter of night glow as brilliantly as she did now, nearly rivalling her mother or sister on their own days.
“Please tell me what the matter is.” Bella asked as she moved closer to her Dwarven kin.
“It’s only…” Balin cleared his throat. “Namad, you and Legolas are getting married.”
Dwalin inconspicuously brushed away the tear. “It is we knew it was today but it is just hitting us is all. You truly look beautiful Namad; you will be the talk of the mountain for a long time.”
A chime rang in the distance causing Bella to smile and her heart to jump. It is time.
The hall was filled with Men, Dwarrow and Elves from all over who knew of Moriel. They had arrived yesterday and the last of those that travelled to be here had arrived mere moments before. Thorin waited at the throne, Legolas standing by his side while Kíli held onto Moriel’s Circlet.
“I thought it would be I who was nervous.” Legolas chuckled as he saw Thorin’s fingers twitch once again.
“She is my sister and…” He trailed off, his eyes catching the sight of Thranduil who sat with Lord Elrond. Legolas smirked as he too took in what the King Under the Mountain saw.
“My father is hurt for I was told that Canadriel and He had made a pact that if she were to marry it would be he who did it for her. Though he had all but destroyed their friendship the day Smaug came, so he is hurt that his rival is to do it.” He explained to the Dwarven king.
Thorin, Fíli and Kíli chuckled. “She was indeed angry; I still cannot believe she punched him.”
“It is what made my heart choose I suspect, I had never seen someone stand up to him like that.” Legolas admitted with a soft smile.
Balin and Dwalin opened the door causing all noise to fall silent as Moriel came into view, her parents trailing behind her. The elves began to sing, their harmony floating softly around the room and soon the Dwarrow’s of Erebor joined them giving the soft breeze sound some strength.
Legolas heard not of what was going on or saw anything beyond his Chosen who seemed to glow with the light he had always seen. She was stunning, truly a burning star, his burning star.
“Are you ready Namad?” Thorin asked softly as she came to a stop beside her chosen. She too could not tear her eyes away from him, especially when she caught sight the bracers he wore over his wedding attire, a replica of hers that she had at the bequest of Dwalin and Balin to wear.
“I Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór king under the mountain, hereby come to join Moriel DwarrowFriend and Legolas KeenShot in their abkân.” (Awakening) Thorin’s voice boomed in the hall. Legolas shot the king a stunned look for he did not know that he had earned a title.
Legolas and Bella joined hands as the company, Gandalf, Bilbo, Thranduil, Elrond and her Parents made a circle around them. They did decide upon a Dwarven wedding after all, for their own elven wedding would be tonight when they join as one.
With a deep breath she began to speak, the Khuzdul escaping her lips while Legolas repeated the vows in Westron.
Mamahdûn Mahal ku’ muha sullu khama akrâzu Sulladad.
((Blessed are you Mahal who has created everything for the glory of Eru.))
Mamahdûn Mahal ku’ muha kâmin, abbad ra hanâd.
((Blessed are you Mahal who fashioned the earth, the mountains and the hills.))
Mamahdûn Mahal ku’ muha îbin ra ritîh ni kurdû id-abad.
((Blessed are you Mahal who fashioned the gems and metals in the heart of the mountain.))
Mamahdûn Mahal ku’ muha khazâd ra barraf haded.
((Blessed are you Mahal who fashioned the dwarves and the seven houses.))
Mamahdûn Mahal ku’ gashara khazâd atrâb d’amzur îbin ra ritîh ni kurdû id-abad.
((Blessed are you Mahal who taught the dwarves the skill to work the gems and metals in the heart of the mountain.))
Mamahdûn Mahal ku’ mahgayada dûmmâ tur naddanhu.
((Blessed are you Mahal who gladdens our Halls through his children.))
Mamahdûn Mahal ku’ mahgayada mayasthûn ra mayasthûna.
((Blessed are you Mahal who gladdens groom and bride.))
“I, Moriel DwarrowFriend, pledge my love to you, and everything that I own. I promise you the first bite of my meat and the first sip from by cup. I pledge that your name will always be the name I cry aloud in the dead of night. I promise to honour you above all others. Our love is never-ending, and we will remain, forevermore, equals in our marriage. This is my wedding vow to you.” Bella chuckled out, causing Legolas to smile wide.
“I, Legolas KeenShot, pledge my love to you, and everything that I own. I promise you the first bite of my meat and the first sip from by cup. I pledge that your name will always be the name I cry aloud in the dead of night. I promise to honour you above all others. Our love is never-ending, and we will remain, forevermore, equals in our marriage. This is my wedding vow to you.” Legolas replied, the tips of his ears burning at the mention of their passions.
“The words and blessings have been spoken, now all is left is to exchange the gifts.” Thorin explained, chuckling as Legolas shot him a confused look before blushing as Moriel translated the words for him.
“I, Legolas KeenShot offer you this circlet as proof of my vow and devotion.” Legolas explained, gesturing for Kíli to open the box once he was at their side.
Bella’s eyes widened and a gasp escaped her lips as she took in the silver circlet before her, a moonstone resting in the center, surrounded by silver leaves. She felt the tears pool in her eyes as she lowered her head for Legolas to place it upon her crown, when she felt the cool metal upon her skin she looked up once more.
“I, Moriel DwarrowFriend offer you this circlet as proof of my vow and devotion.” She managed to choke out before gesturing for Fíli to open the carved box. Watching as her Chosen’s eyes widened in awe and inhaled sharply. She reverently lifted it from its resting place and placed it upon her Chosen’s head.
Thorin cleared his throat. “Under the eyes of Mahal and Ilúvatar, it is done.”
A cheer went up as Legolas pulled his chosen close to him, one hand upon her waist and the other cupping her neck and placed a kiss upon her lips. When they broke apart they rested their foreheads together.
“We are wedded in the eyes of Dwarrow and Men. Soon, we will wed in the eyes of elves under the stars of our creator. That is if we can stay sober, after all a Dwarrow feast is one of mead and joy.” Bella breathed softly causing Legolas to laugh loudly, his head tilting back in his amusement.
Author Note: Well there you go, sorry it took so long but wow… haha. There is only one more chapter left until this is done! Then I will post the Outtakes and hopefully get to the Sequel when Dragon Heart and Braveheart are done.