What happens when Ellia of Rivendell all but invites herself into the company of Thorin Oakenshield after overhearing a heated discussion between her father and a wizard about a vision involving her destiny? Come on the journey with Ellia through Mi...
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"My lady Ellía, we must return. It is unwise for us to be here." A worried elven guard pleaded. "You worry too much, Círdan. We are perfectly safe. I heard Elrohir and Elladan speaking before they left, and they said that the Orcs were spotted near the Hidden Pass, which we are far from." The young she-elf said as she smiled at the guard warmly.
"Now, which flowers would look best braided into Radag's mane?" she asked Círdan, who still seemed quite tense. "You are going to braid wildflowers into the mane of a Mearas stallion?" The guard asked with disbelief. "Of course, he loves it." She shrugged as she walked over to the towering beast and he lowered his head for her to place a light kiss to his muzzle.
Círdan let out a amused chuckle as he watched the powerful stallion gently nuzzle into the girl's hair. "I suppose the blue would look nice. Maybe some yellow, as well." He said as he picked up some from the basket and walked over to her.
Just as Ellía began to take a strand of Radag's mane, an eleven horn sounded in the distance. "Lord Elrond has returned. We must hurry." Círdan said quickly and placed Ellía onto Radag's back, ignoring the girl's complaints before mounting his own horse. "I'm sorry, Radag. I shall braid your mane when we return." She whispered into the stallion's ear and got a huff in response.
The two elves quickly brought their horses to a gallop and headed for the palace. Unfortunately, during their hurry to leave, Ellía had forgotten the basket of wildflowers and made a mental note to sneak out and retrieve them later that night. "Keep up, My lady." Círdan called over his shoulder. Radag let out an annoyed huff at the guard's words and picked up his pace.
Ellía laughed as they passed Círdan and called, "He seems to have taken that as a challenge!". Círdan urged his horse to keep up, but knew it was hopeless since Radag was a descendant of the mighty Mearas horses. Radag and Ellía had quite a decent lead on Círdan when she pulled on his reigns gently and said, "We must not get too far ahead, Mellon. We do not want Ada to think our dear Círdan cannot do his job."
After slowing their horses's paces to a trot, Ellía and Círdan entered Rivendell and rode down the pathway to the front steps of the palace. As they approached, they were met with quite a strange sight. "Are those dwarves?" Ellía asked surprisedly. "Stay back, My lady." Círdan warned as he moved his horse to walk in front of Radag.
"I am sure they are friendly." She said while surveying the group, who had yet to notice them approaching. "Then you have not met many Dwarves. They do not take kindly to Elves. You will do well to remember that, Ellía." He warned her as he kept a steely gaze on the group. As they passed under the archway, the other eleven guards noticed them and moved to allow room from the two to pass, but placed themselves in between them and the Dwarves.
"Im ind im equë an cin na dorth-hi, Nin Hén?" Elrond said as he looked at his daughter with a discerning look. "Im am sorrui Ada an Radag mer-a nor." Ellía told him with a grin as she guided Radag to the front of the group and slipped off. She felt many pairs of eyes burning into her back as she did so.
