The Northern Mountains

~Sixteen~

...im getting ahead of myself...

sixteen

As they drew closer, all they could hear was the boisterous yells and rowdy laughter of the dwarves that echoed through the Elven Castle.

Dori, trying to convince his youngest brother to try some food.

Ori, outright refusing his greens and wanting chips instead.

And Dwalin, demanding to know where the meat is.

Jon looked to Hartlyn who seemed to be holding herself back from scolding them all. Acting like spoilt children they were.

The man took his beloved's arm and wrapped it around his then entered the hall just as Elrond and Gandalf did. Their talk was drowned out by soft music played by the elven band seated off to the side.

All eyes, however, were on the two of them, a gorgeous couple they made indeed as the two Northern Royals joined the long haired elf and the grey wizard at their table.

"My Lady. A delight it is to finally meet you. I'm pleased you are well."

A smirk touched Hartlyn's rosy lips as Jon pulled out her chair before sitting beside her, "Forgive me, I do not usually meet any new person, unconscious and in pain."

The former Night's watchman snorted and a guilty expression fell on the elf's face, "I apologise-"

The redhead simply rose a hand, her smile evolving to a forgiving smile, "It is fine, Lord Elrond. I take no offence and I apologise for dropping in on you in such a manner," she then narrowed her eyes at Gandalf, "I had no idea we were going to meet in the first place."

The wizard felt no guilt, however, except for the fact that the Mistress of Death was harmed, but he knew that such as this situation needed to happen because of a certain map.

"Kind of you to invite us," Jon spoke with usual, rough tone.

Gandalf took on a sheepish look, "Not really dressed for dinner."

"You are most welcome Lord Snow, Lady Black," the elf bowed his head at them, the Mistress looking delighted and the Northern King looking slightly entertained.

He turned to the Istari and quipped back, "Well, you never are."

Thorin too, then joined them at their separate table, leaving poor Bilbo with the other dwarves.

Thir food was brought out and placed in front of them, making the Mistress lean closer to her King, "Okay, so maaaaaaybe they are elves..."

Jon nearly snorted the wine out of his nose, but quickly covered his lower face with his other hand to his smother his loud laughter. It was then that the black haired man noticed the dwarves and some elves studying his beloved's figure, her tightly fitted dress excellently showing her curves. He glared at every single one of them, a possessive fire flaring his chest.

The Northern King turned back to the table to find Hartlyn staring curiously at the two swords that had been taken from the troll cave, suddenly displayed on the table and Elrond telling them of their origins.