until that time

KagLover684's Note: okay! this is the first time I am publishing a story I have written on Wattpad. Haha. Kinda scared. anyway, I primarily publish my stories on FanFiction, but I just thought to publish here since I have an account, so why not use it, you know?

Also go easy on me with the elven language. It's my first time writing a crossover with the hobbit.

Finally ... please note. Elven speech will be italicized.

Translation for the Elven Language:

Hir vuin – my Lord

Na Vedui – At Last!

Melda heri – beloved lady

Boe annin mened – I must go (It's necessary for me to leave)

Tenna enta lúmë – Until that time

Namárië – Farewell

Guren niniatha n'I lu n'I a-govenitham – My heart shall weep until I see you again 

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Chapter One

"Na vedui! I knew to find you here," exclaimed Elrond, whose eyes were fixed on a feminine figure sitting on the bench out in a garden. She wore a beautiful shimmering white dress with a silver crown resting upon her head. Her long, silken black raven hair ran down behind her and pooled on the grass. The rays of the sun bathed on her form, giving her an ethereal glow. The woman was absolutely breathtaking.

Upon hearing his voice, she slowly turned to look at him. Looking into her cerulean eyes, he felt his heart fasten a little. Her enchanting orbs were hypnotizing. His arms rested behind him, fingers interlocked with one another.

"And I knew you would find me, eventually," the woman smiled brightly, "it seems I can never escape your gaze, Hir vuin."

Elrond let out a light chuckle then took a few steps towards her. "No, never. I am afraid you are trapped. May I?" He pointed to the empty space beside her.

She moved aside to make space and lightly patted the bench. "Do you even have to ask?"

The elf lord happily hummed as he took his place beside her. There was a second of silence between the two before he spoke. "I was wondering where you were. Why are you not at the celebration? Many were asking for you."

The miko smiled at his question. She expected it. "I could not be there, not yet, I think. I – how should I say – I had to think about a certain thing."

Elrond glanced the female, who was gazing forward. He could see she was deep in thought. He knew when not to pry. "I understand, Kagome. However, this is a celebration of victory against the enemy and you are the High Priestess of Old. Almost every kingdom is in attendance and I am sure not all of them came for the celebration."

This fact Elrond was sure of. Recalling the memory of almost every creature bombarding him with questions of the priestess, he scoffed. Never in his elven life had he explained one thing over and over again until his mouth hurt. Though the elf lord understood why they would ask of her. The woman was a known legend among every creature and generation. Her power, beauty, kindness and grace was known to all. More so known was her story and how she had overcome many of evil.

Fittingly, when a celebration of victory was announced, many inquired to attend the feast. He knew many mainly wanted to gaze upon the priestess, for it wasn't often she would be here. The raven-haired female traveled and never stayed in one place too long. For her to be at Rivendell for a few days was a rare gift to many.