Chapter Two – An Unexpected Journey II

Title: The Unexpected

Pairing: Bella/Legolas

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: And onto the next!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight series and I really don’t own any of Tolkien’s amazing work.

Chapter Two

Third POV

The valley, the rolling hills of the Shire seemed to glow under the sun’s rays. It was a beautiful view, she couldn’t help but smile as she saw the Halflings, laughing merrily as they walked or worked. Though as they grew close she could see the suspicion and wariness as she and Gandalf strolled pass, she smiled at the children who stared up at her in awe.

“Have they not seen an Elf before?” Bella asked Gandalf with an amused smile.

“No, your kin have not ventured this way in a very long time. The Shirefolk are sheltered to a degree, though they do trade with the likes of Men and sometimes myself but never an Elf or Dwarf. It has been this way since the wars. Ah, here we are.” He supplied before making his way up towards the highest home in the hill.

Isabella stayed behind her friend, drawing the hood further over her face as she felt the pain take once again. She couldn’t allow the prying eyes to see her grief, she didn’t want worries of others or distract the Hobbit that he was obviously heading too.

Ah, so that is whom Gandalf spoke of when he said someone swift and silent. She thought amused as she listened to them interact, hiding her form against the grass and behind Gandalf. Pain began to bloom once again, her chest aching in a way that if she was not already grasping the railing, she would have fell.

“… I’m looking for someone to share in an adventure.” Gandalf finished, eyeing the hobbit before him. He was wary and slightly disappointed, this was not the young Bilbo he remembered, it had been too long since he had been here.

Bilbo stared at the strange old man in confusion; he wanted no part in adventures. “An adventure? Now, I don’t imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures.” He stated getting up, grabbing his mail. “Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner.” He hummed, eyeing the strange man warily.

The strange man stared at him with a small frown as he hurried to gather his things to politely make an excuse to return to his home. “Good morning.” He dismissed making his way up the path quickly, nervously puffing at the pipe.

Gandalf frowned and cast a look towards Isabella, noticing that she was slightly hidden from the path and view; he was still amazed at the powers of Elf-Witches and their ability to blend. Even just normal elves could do such things but not to that degree. He needed to hurry, to make the mark for the dwarves to find before gathering the ones whom were waiting for him at Bree.

“To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if I were selling buttons at the door.” He exclaimed, causing Bilbo to look back in annoyance and confusion.

Opening and closing his mouth a few times he squinted. “Beg your pardon?” How did this strange man know of his mother?

“You’ve changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.” Gandalf stated

Bella blinked as she listened to the two interact but she did not draw attention to herself, this was not her adventure, it was Gandalf, so she let him talk and sucker the young Halfling to join the quest but Bella knew all too well that the young hobbit would join the quest. If he liked it or not it did not matter, Gandalf was sneaky when he wanted to be, she had taught him that.

“Well, I’m pleased to find your remember something about me, even if it’s only my fireworks. Well that’s decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.” Gandalf explained merrily before turning to leave, a smile pulled at her lips as she watched the young hobbit become flustered.

“Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not-mm. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning.” Bilbo dismissed flustered before quickly making his way inside and closing the door, bolting it shut.

Gandalf simply smiled at the dismissal and made his way up to the door, nearly kneeing the gate in the process. With an hum he quickly made the mark for the others to see upon the moons glow so they knew where to follow before making his way quickly back down the path.

“That was very cunning of you Mithrandir, but are you really going to let the dwarves lose in the young hobbit’s home?” She asked amused as he came to a stop at her side.

Gandalf smiled. “Of course mellon-iaur, you taught me well. It is necessary; I have seen great things and Bilbo is needed for the adventure. I must travel to gather the others; I shall bring you back a horse for travel. Are you well Canadriel?” He asked worried as he took notice of her ashen face.

“I am fine Mithrandir, just tired. I will stay here and rest while you gather the others.” She explained, gesturing to the little hidden alcove by the door where the shrubbery wept over to create it. “It has been too long since I have slept and surrounded myself with nature, go, I shall be alright.” She stated softly, placing her hand upon his to wash away the worry.

Gandalf eyed her before nodding hesitantly, “I’ll be quick then, I will return with the others at nightfall.”

She chuckled as she watched him begin to leave. “Gandalf! Maybe you should not mention me just yet, they may not like that an Elf will be joining the quest.”

Gandalf let out a laugh but he agreed, he knew that though some of the dwarves in the company do not mind elves, others mainly Thorin held them in contempt, but once he sees that Belle… well if anyone could change Thorin’s view on elves than it would be Belle.

Bella pulled herself upright and made her way silently towards the alcove and settled herself in, thankfully it was grass under the branches and not mud. With a simple whisper of a spell she concealed herself, so she would be able to see out and no one would see her.

With a stifled groan she removed her knives and bow before resting against the cool house. Her body ached, it could easily be ignored but she needed to sleep and then eat to keep up her strength. Hopefully Gandalf wouldn’t be too long but just enough time for her to rest her eyes a little and prepare for the journey and the insults of the others to come. With that thought in mind Belle closed her eyes and let sleep consume her.

Night had fallen when Belle was jolted awake but laughter, she had forgotten that Dwarves were merry creatures in good spirits until you pissed them off and she had seen pissed off dwarves.

“Canadriel, my friend where are you?” Gandalf called softly as he stepped outside the doors. He had been here for a little while and they were just waiting for Thorin to arrive from his meeting.

“I am here Mithrandir.” She called softly as she gathered her things and stepped out into the moons light.

Gandalf smiled as he stared at Canadriel – Belle. She seemed much better than before and she even had a soft glow to her skin under the moons light. Singing floated along with glangs and clutters from inside the home causing Belle to smile softly.

“They are unusually merry tonight.” She exclaimed causing Gandalf to laugh.

“Yes, now hurry inside, we must wait for Thorin to arrive.” Gandalf explained as he quickly ushered his friend inside and deeper into the house for her to hide and wait.

“So it will be the king himself then. I remember young Thorin and his father Thrain, I had met Thrain many of times before he fell. Thror too before the sickness took, but I was a mere little elleth then.” Belle hummed softly before determination set in, she will help Thorin Oakenshield until she could no longer help. “I will aid you on this quest; it shall be my last adventure.”

Gandalf sighed sadly and nodded as he gestured for Belle to sit, she was in one of the smaller rooms close to the entry where he others were waiting. He would not deny her this last request and he knew that if she could not overcome her grief, find that one thing to help then this was indeed her last quest. With a small smile he handed her a cloth which held what food he could grab for her, some vegetables and meat before walking back into the other room where the rest of the company was.

“Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you’ve finished, if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll…

That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!”

Gandalf laughed as he came to a stop at the end of the table, dodging the last plate as it flew past him and was placed carefully on the stack. Bilbo was unamused, near red with anger while the others simply laughed at his expense, trying to loosen the hobbit up.

Belle stood when three loud knocks echoed over the laughter, the sudden silence ringing loud in the halls. She knew instantly that the King was here, she could sense him beyond the small door. With a soft hum she removed all her weapons but her daggers and placed them carefully on the bed, if she were to meet the king soon and under good intention then she would come unarmed but she had been into too many battles where leaving herself open made her jumpy and open.

She listened as Gandalf moved with the others, chairs scraping as they made their way towards the main foyer. She stood hidden in the shadows and moved so she could see clearly into the foyer and yet still be unseen.

“Gandalf.” Thorin greeted. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. Wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.”

Bella snorted at the young king. He had not changed beyond the effects of hardships, he no longer resembled the Thorin she had met long ago before the beast came and destroyed his homes. HE was young then, hardship free and yet now he much looked like the King Under the Mountain. His face was set in a masked blandness, eyes dark and calculative with hints of anger and suspicion only to soften at the young dwarves in company.

Gandalf turned and cast her a look as Thorin inspected the small hobbit. She knew then that it was time and she knew then as she watched Thorin cast the young dwarves a fond look, one of love that could ease any hardships that this indeed would be her last adventure. She had helped his kin after the falls of Erebor, what she assumed to be the only elf to even offer aid in dire times and had did her best to support them after the battle for Moria.

Yes, she will hold her grief off to see Thorin Oakenshield take claim of his kingdom so his kin can finally have their home.

“We have but one more to add to the company.” Gandalf hummed, drawing the attention to all in the room, even Bilbo came to a stop at the words.

“One more? I had thought the burglar here was all we needed to collect.” Balin stated confused causing Gandalf to nod.

“Then I did yes, but this one is a last second change. You will need their aid, you will need a skilled healer.” Gandalf explained simply with a small smile as he puffed at his pipe.

Thorin cocked his head to the side annoyed, a frown marring his features. “And who may this skilled healer be?”

Bella took that as her que and stepped out, keeping her hood up. “That would be me Master Oakenshield, Gandalf has explained your quest and I asked if I could help.” She lied, well she didn’t ask if she could help perse but she didn’t want Gandalf to be on the end of the Dwarves ire. A small smirk tugged at her lips as the group looked upon her, different cries of outrage escaping their lips.

“A woman!”


“You dare speak of this to another?”

“Who may you be lass? Where do you Hail from?” Balin asked softly drawing Bella’s gaze upon him, she smirked as her eyes shifted between he and Dwalin his brother.

“I am Isabella of Middle Earth, I am a wanderer.” She explained moving into the light some more before dropping her hood.

The room was silent for a second as each and every eye took in her form, her high cheekbones and ethereal look and pointed ears. The dwarves knew instantly what she was and many of them muttered curses at them in their native Khuzdul tongue, unknowingly that she could understand them.

“AN ELF! YOU DARE!” Thorin roared as he charged forward, blade drawn.

Bella huffed as she drew her blade up, the loud clash of metal upon metal causing Bilbo to cringe and fall out of the awe at the Elf that stood in his home. How she had gotten in, he would never know but he was amazed to see an elf.

“DO NOT TRY ME THORIN OAKENSHIELD!” Belle roared, her face darkening, skin turning a bluish ashen grey as her power rippled around her, sending roar of wind to scream through the hobbit’s dwelling.

Gandalf rushed forward the instant Thorin stumbled back in shock, Bella swaying slightly as she pushed away the darkness once more, pushing away the grief. Belle simply shrugged him off and turned towards the stunned company before them and squared herself before kneeling before them all in sign of respect, blade held up before them.

“I am but a old friend, I have helped many of your kin and wish to see Erebor returned to its people, do not judge me like others of my kinlike and let me aid you, as a last request for my ending adventure and so I lend you my sword and my power.” She uttered to them in Khuzdul, holding back the smirk at their surprise and shocked inhales and gasps.

Dwalin cast a narrowed thoughtful look upon the elleth kneeling before his king, he had seen her before he just couldn’t place where and nor did he or his brother miss her meaning behind the words she spoke. It didn’t matter that she was an Elf for some unknown reason but Dwalin knew something was wrong and that the elf could be trusted… with caution.

Thorin on the other hand was sneering down at the elf but sighed harshly, he had no choice, even though he held a deep seeded hate for Elves he knew that somewhere not like their kin and if she wished to come then so be it but he wouldn’t dwell if she fell. With a harsh grunt he nodded and turned towards the smiling wizard with a glare before making his way towards the dining room table where he could see an awaiting plate of food. He would dwell on this later.

Author Note: Well here you go, not too happy but it’s something. Before you start Yes Thorin is gonna be a dick for a bit and no the others dont know who she really is and wont till Rivendell.




10 thoughts on “Chapter Two – An Unexpected Journey II

  1. Sooooooo really love this. Wish this chapter never ended. I just wanna keep going. Poor Bella and her grief. Hopefully she meets her legolas soon. Anxiously awaiting the next chapter

  2. is Belle gonna be strong enough to meet Legolas in time? i am so anxious. can’t really blame Thorin. the Elves did abandoned them in their time of need. i know it’s not a cliffie, but it feels like it. i need more! 😀

  3. I’m really loving this story so far, and I’m dying to see what happens next. Thanks hon, until next time…bigg huggs

  4. Kinda expected that reaction from Thorin I really did. Oh I hope Bella is strong enough to handle her grief until she meets Legolas.

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