The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

Rivendell Downtime

Author's Note: Hello Hobbit Fans! We are now in Rivendell where so much can happen in such a little time. We shall experience a little downtime and fun time in Rivendell, what could possibly go wrong?

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit, all rights go to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Only person I own is Bellethiel and all her elvish friends. Any grammar mistakes you see I want to say I am deeply sorry that I missed it and I do hope you enjoy this chapter.

A friendly reminder “Italics” are our lovely elves speaking in Sindarin. Enjoy this chapter!

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

"Did you see that?" I asked the company, minus Thorin and Balin who had gone to discuss some business with Gandalf after coming back from our meeting with the Lord of Rivendell.

"See what Bilbo?" Bofur asked curiously, rummaging through his pack.

"Those elves." I pondered.

"You would have to be more specific Master Boggins." Kili chuckled. "This place is full of elves, which do you speak of?"

"Baggins." I corrected, glaring slightly at the Durin prince. "And those elves that came to retrieve Belle, there was something odd about them."

"Elves, are always odd in the opinion of dwarves." Fili replied, taking a puff from his pipe.

"What did you see lad." Bofur humored.

"Those elves also had their ears pierced, a silver bead in the exact spot Belle had hers." I answered earning blank stares from the company that had decided to listen. "Don't you find it odd? It's already rare to see an elf with their ear pierced, but now we find a group of them? I'm sure it's safe to assume that they have the same inscription carved into those beads as well."

"I think you're just over thinking the situation Bilbo..." Bofur answered, finding his pipe. "They were probably in the same military squad back where they're from for all we know."

"Don't think to hard on it Master Boggins!" Kili called out as I made to leave. "If you do your head will hurt!"

I huffed and looked out over the balcony into the garden, the moon being the only light shining aside from the dim torches hanging on the columns.

In the darkness though I saw Belle and the elves from earlier moving into the open area, the females holding trays upon trays of food while the male elves carried bottles wine. Their laughter was loud and contagious as I found myself laughing along for no apparent reason.

"I have not seen Bellethiel smile like that in years." Gandalf spoke, startling me just a bit.

"Is there a reason for their celebration and merriment?" I questioned curiously.

"I assume they are relieved to see Bellethiel alive after going missing for so long." Gandalf commented. "We have also arrived just in time for a very important occasion."

"What occasion?" Ori questioned, moving closer to get a better look from our balcony.

"It's Mereth Nuin Giliath, The Feast of Starlight." A chime like voice spoke out.

The company all turned toward the stairway to see the same elf maid that had escorted us this afternoon to the dining hall.

"What are you doing here?" Thorin growled out defensively, as the elf raised her hand.

"Be at peace Thorin, I am here only to see if there is anything I could do to make you or your company feel more at home." The elf smiled. "I just so happened to have entered when you questioned the reason for the celebration the elves of Greenwood were having."