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.
When Bella woke she could hear the words still whispering softly in her ears Gerich veleth nín, Gerich veleth nín, Gerich veleth nín… They repeated over and over again giving her hope and easing her pain. They were the words that elves give in time of love and when they were to marry.
What she also noticed was two sleeping figures curled up in her side, gentle not to hurt her. What surprised her the most was that they were not her brothers, it was Kili and Fili. Now she had adored these two along the travels and had tried to teach them some Sindarin but failed when they stopped. She also had saved them from foolishness now and then along with taking Thorin’s annoyance when they did something wrong.
That didn’t mean they were close, they had not ever slept near her or offered anything or suggested anything that they saw her as anything but another company member.
“What are you two doing here?” She whispered roughly, wincing as she jostled her injuries. She could feel that they were healing faster since they were seared and she can also taste the Athelas on her tongue. It was then images of their broken bodies flashed across her mind, causing her fingers to clench. She would not allow that to happen.
Fili blinked his eyes open slowly as he felt fingers comb through his hair. He looked up to see Bella wide awake, her eyes hooded with pain. “You’re awake.” He breathed in relief, letting her head drop to her side.
“Yes, but why are you here?” She asked softly, a confused frown upon her lips.
“You were screaming for us in your sleep. For Kili and I, we came and you wouldn’t settle until we were by your side. Uncle told us to stay here, he was worried, we all were.” Fili explained softly, closing his eyes as her fingers continued to comb through his hair.
“I care for you and your brother, you are children on this quest out of all of us… so happy and carefree, and I cannot let that die… I cannot and won’t let you or Kili die and that is what I saw. I saw you and Kili lying in a pool of blood covered snow.” She rasped out, a tear spilling from the corner of her eye. “I have come to love everyone within this company, I see you all as family even if you do not.”
It was then that Kili woke, a frown twisting his usual cheer filled face. “But you are and we do.”
Fili cast a look at his brother and looked up at Bella. “We do think of you as family, we’re sorry if we seemed… we’re sorry that we made you feel this way.”
Before Bella could reply, her eyes snapped up to Thorin who stood in the door way, an unreadable expression on his face. “I’m glad to see you awake, Moriel.”
“They told you then.” She grimaced, her head falling back upon the pillow.
Thorin moved forward before sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on Kili as he stared down at the elf. She did not look like the Moriel he remembered, but then Balin did say that the Grief changed her somehow and now as he looked closely it was true. Moriel was happy, she seemed to glow with that kindness and subtle joy and it had helped heal his kin after the battles, like a balm to a burn.
Now she looked worn and tired, weary of the world around her. There was no joy, oh she could force it and mask the Grief she felt but there was no joy in her eyes or face. “Well Dwalin did let it slip when we held him back from helping you. I must apologise Moriel DwarrowFriend, HealerOfKin.”
Bella snorted before groaning, her face twisting in pain as she pulled the wound on her back. The three jumped up immediately asking her if she was alright, if they needed to get Óin or Beorn back to help her.
“Stop… I am fine, I am healing. Now Thorin Oakenshield, my king, why are you apologising.” Bella asked with a grimace as she shifted to her side and pushed herself back onto the cool wall behind her, patting the bed for Kili and Fili to join her once more. They did so but albeit hesitantly.
“Because I named you friend and I treated you poorly, you gave me all the clues as to who you are since the start and I did not care because you are an Elf. An elf, mind you who is now claimed by one of the hardest trusting Dwarrow’s I know, who has saved us time and time again at the risk of your own. The others told us what you did in Goblin Town, fought with such ferocity and how you used the majority of your power as Gandalf arrived after three days of no sleep and with barely any food.” He listed, shame filling him as he recalled what the others told him.
“When I heard you screaming for Fili and Kili, it just brought more shame upon me.” He admitted sadly. “Knowing that I had wronged you and yet you still stay and worry, after I told them not to get too close.”
Bella snapped her eyes open when she heard the sound of a blade being pulled out from somewhere, her eyes burning with such ferocity it caused Thorin to pause, one hand on his braid and the other stopping he movement of the blade.
“I do not want your braid Thorin Oakenshield, you have not shamed me and I have forgiven. I understood you, I understand where all this hate comes from and I cannot blame you for that, for I too am angered at the Woodland King.” She snapped before sighing, pulling the king down to lay with his nephews.
“You are family, all of you. I will gladly accept my fate if I knew you were all safe, Glóin, Óin, Bombur everyone… even you my stubborn king. If I didn’t I would not have risked my life over again, I would not have taken the bear’s wrath. I would not have called you my king. I have seen your fate Thorin; I have seen two fates… One that ends in death, your heart speared and one that ends in joy… I have seen that and I will live to see that path, I am stubborn as a dwarf after all.” She chuckled softly, butting her head against Thorin’s.
Thorin sighed, “That is another thing I must thank you for. I remember seeing your blades driving into the Warg and the Executioner back when Azog attacked. If it weren’t for you and Bilbo I would have died on that scorched earth.”
“Think nothing of it. Now, I guess I need to get up and get some food, I can hear the others in the dining room waiting anxiously.” She chuckled before grimacing, Fili and Kili quickly helping her up.
“Will you let us braid your hair before you go down?” Thorin asked causing Bella to pause, even for Kili and Fili to pause.
“…I guess so.” She murmured before sitting down at the edge of the bed, careful not to press hard on her wound and so Thorin could sit behind her to reach.
Thorin nodded to his nephews, gesturing to the spot just behind the braids Dwalin and Balin made before setting into his own. He began to braid the hair at the crest of her head, pulling it and moving it into one braid adding strands as he went and then waited for his nephew’s to finish and hand him their small braids. When they were done he added the ends to his and braided them into the hair before grasping the hair clip from Fili’s hand and pausing.
“Where did you get this?” He asked surprised turning over the odd bead in his hand. It was silver, the usual base for beads in their culture unlike that of a courting gift or decoration. It was a simple silver bead with angular etchings and His, Kili’s and Fili’s personal sigils wrapping around it.
“Uh, I asked Nori if he still had any silver from Rivendell left.” Fili explained, glancing at Bella hesitantly.
“You made a hair bead from silver of my kin?” She asked slowly, turning her gaze upon Fili.
“Uh-Uh… yes?” He stammered out, relaxing when Bella simply laughed.
“Is it like Balin and Dwalin’s?” Bella asked holding her hand up for Thorin to give it to her so she could see. Thorin rested the bead in her hand and waited, he felt the sudden inhale against his leg as Bella caught sight of the bead.
“You did this? These are your sigils!” She gasped, turning to look at Fili, making sure she didn’t pull too hard so Thorin didn’t lose grip of her hair.
“Like I said, we think of you as Kin Lady Bella.” Fili replied softly.
Kili piped up and practically flopped against her legs. “Yes, plus it was my idea!”
“No it wasn’t!” Fili retorted before they both began to argue about it.
Bella cast a look at Thorin who merely shrugged and looked at his nephews fondly. Bella rolled her eyes and handed back the small bead, smiling as she felt Thorin clasp it and let it go before looking at the two Dwarrow’s who were about to fight upon her lap.
“Boys!” She yelled, pausing their argument and caused them to turn towards Bella, their eyes wide and innocent. “Oh no, that doesn’t work on me! I have had centuries to be resistant to that; you have seen my sisters-children. Go clean up and get some food!” She ordered and chuckled as they hurried to do just that.
Bella climbed to her feet and was about to follow; only stopping when Thorin grasped her arm. “Are you sure you are not in pain? You can tell me.” He stated, his eyes scanning her face.
Bella frowned and sighed, shoulders slumping. “I am in great amount of pain yes, pain from Grief, pain from my leg and most of all Pain from the wounds that have healed and have just occurred. I will be alright to continue on with you Thorin; do not worry for Balin and Dwalin will do that enough.” She replied honestly, giving the king a small smile.
“Is what you said true?” He asked softly after a long silence. “About Fili and Kili?”
A pained grimace set upon Bella’s lips, her eyes turning glassy as a haunted look settled on her face. “Yes, it was not pleasant… even in death they died together.” Suddenly her face darkened to the point that Thorin took a step back in fear. “I will not let them suffer that fate.”
As quick as it came, the darkness left Moriel’s face and she simply walked out the room, leaving a stunned Thorin in place.
“Little Bird!” Beorn grumbled as he came marching towards her, his hand lifting her up from the scruff of her jacket. “You know better than to face the Bear and yet you did it anyway. I should lock you away in one of my huts so you won’t get hurt any longer. Your Dwarves told me of all you have done to reach this point… they told me of your grief and I can sense it.”
Beorn frowned before lowering Little Bird back down, his eyes sad. “I can see how close you are to fading Little Bird, I see that you are trying to hold onto this life and the pain you are in, why cause the physical wounds to add to the pain of your soul ripping apart inside?” He asked softly, stilling the others around him.
Every single Dwarrow paused in their tasks or conversations and listened, some actually horrified at how much pain the elf was actually in. Her soul was ripping apart inside? How does one last that pain? How does one not go insane by that?
“Beorn I am fine, I can numb it. Do not worry my old friend; I have seen happiness for myself.” She stated calmly, patting his hand affectionately. “I thank you for putting up with them; I know they can be a rowdy near destructive bunch.”
“Hey I resent that!” Bofur yelled.
“We are not!” Dori replied in kind while Nori and Ori nodded.
“We are…” “…not” Kili and Fili stated together.
Bella simply raised her brows and turned to face the Dwarrow’s at the table, her eyes catching Bilbo’s at the end. “Oh so it wasn’t you who came into a Hobbits home and made a mess? It wasn’t you who ate all the food and nearly broke the china? It wasn’t you who sung and dented and basically made poor Bilbo die of shock at your rudeness?” She asked watching with each point she made, their heads began to lower…
“It is as far as my knowledge goes that what you did is an offence to Hobbits, they are a clean folk who take pride in their work, cleanliness and manners…” She trailed off offhandedly before humming. “How would you feel if Bilbo or anyone said that you’re beards were messy and uneven or even cut your hair?”
“We weren’t trying to be rude.” Bombur spoke up softly, eyes glancing to the young hobbit. “Sorry Master Bilbo.”
Everyone cringed and began to begrudgingly apologise in some way. It was as much of an apology the hobbit was going to get from Dwarrow’s as they were an indeed a prideful stubborn race who didn’t dare to acknowledge their shortcomings so easily.
“Gandalf.” Bella greeted as she sat by his side, scrunching her nose up at the tobacco he was smoking. “You have better taste than that.” She muttered causing the wizard to laugh.
“It is good to see you better Moriel. We were worried half way through the night when you started to thrash and scream.” Gandalf hummed, giving the elf a smile.
“And I am starving! Beorn food my friend!” She yelled causing the beast of a man to snort and hold up a plate of rabbit meat, the only meat he had as it had been dying and he knew Bella would need meat.
It was then that everyone realised something. “Uh, Lady Bella? I didn’t know elves could eat meat.” Ori questioned causing Bella to pause and slowly chew on the chunk she place in her mouth.
With a swallow she chuckled. “We can Ori, many chose not to but some of us do. I do not eat it often, only when I need the nutrients that meat supplies. Master Beorn doesn’t like to cull animals so he eats what they eat and I thank thee for the sacrifice of this creature.” She thanked, bowing her head to Beorn.
“He willingly chose to feed you; he was trampled by a Warg and was close to death.” Beorn stated, brushing off the thanks though it was appreciated. “You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn?”
Beorn turned back to the silent room, eyeing everyone before him. He didn’t like Dwarves but he would aid them for Little Bird, if she can trust them then so shall he. His eyes scanned the room again and noticed how they seemed to be focused to the Little Rabbit and Little Bird as if on instinct, he could appreciate this.
Gandalf blinked and nodded. “Before Durin’s Day, yes.”
“You are running out of time then.” He hummed, leaning back.
Gandalf nodded once more. “Which is why we must go through Mirkwood.”
Beorn frowned before casting a glance at Little Bird, he knew that she would not be well enough to fight off the sickness like the barbarians of her kinlike live in there. He didn’t want to risk her but then again he would have to let her leave, he knows the consequences of an Elf oath.
“A darkness lies upon that forest. Fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there except in great need.” He informed them, teeth gleaming as he grimaced.
Bella frowned once again and nodded, she could feel the sickness even from here and it was faint, it seemed to echo with the darkness that rested upon Bilbo. This also concerned her, the hobbit seemed nervous but still the same, he was the same hobbit but now he bore great darkness.
“We will take the Elven Road. That path is still safe.” Gandalf supplied a little worried.
“Safe? The Wood-Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They’re less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not.” He rumbled out, watching as Little Birds frown deepened in thought, his warnings were more for her than the Dwarrow’s. He knew that she was friends with the Mirkwood king, but the King now suffers from the same sickness the forest does.
Thorin glanced up and frowned. “What do you mean?”
“These lands are crawling with Orcs. Their numbers are growing, and you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive.” He explained in a rumble while standing, eyes dark and faced the leader of the company. “I don’t like dwarves. They’re greedy and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own.”
Thorin crossed his arms as the giant man walked towards him, tilting his head up to look the beast in the eye. “Then why help us?”
“Because Little Bird is my friend, she trusts you and I hate Orcs more. What do you need?” He asked giving the stunned dwarf a toothy grin.
Author note: *Giggles* Beorn! So how are you enjoying the chapter? I had to throw in some kindness there and some bonding time with the Durin Sons. Remember more love = More updates!