Dance Of Darkness And Light

Chapter 8 - The Rivendell Nexus, finale

A/N: Sorry for the delay everyone, RL and all the usual excuses.

Much love to my betas. Without further ado, here's a meaty one for you.

Chapter 8: The Rivendell Nexus - finale

They'd been in Rivendell for almost a week now mostly waiting for the mid-summer's eve moon so that Elrond could decipher the moon runes hidden on the Erebor map. The dwarves had started to get restless pretty quickly and had resorted to daily sparring and combat tactic practices often doing it with curious elves.

Dwalin's ego had grown considerably as did his reputation as an excellent fighter, Fili and Kili not far behind. This brought considerable annoyance to present elves, particularly the sons of Elrond. Linshara herself joined them on occasion which increased to frequently once she'd come to terms with her lightsaber being damaged beyond repair. It had taken her a few days and no small amount of coaxing by Fili and Kili to join them.She realised that she DID need the practice with the elvish blade.

When she'd first learned of the fact that her copper coloured light saber was no more, she felt as if s part of her was missing. As a Jedi was emotionally attached to their saber it took a toll on her. However after a few days she'd began having dreams of her elvish blade glowing with an inner energy, something very akin to the Force itself. Talking it through with Gandalf and Elrond she realized that it may very well have been a sign from the Force.

It took her a great deal of meditation to realize what exactly she was being shown. In ancient times, in her universe, before lightsabers were invented, predecessors of the Jedi crafted and imbued with Force actual blades. Elrond told her of the strength of elvish blades, her being thousands of years old from the ancient hidden city of Gondolin. Could she imbue her blade with the Force and wield it instead of a lightsaber?

There was only one way to find out. She decided to use that opportunity to show and tell the dwarves the truth of her origin. A display that wasn't combat related, she reasoned may have a better effect than her tearing down a tree with a force wave and force throwing it aside.

So she'd called them down to the elven forges one evening, as it was a place of familiarity and relative comfort for them. She sat crosslegged on one of the larger anvils, dressed in her travelling outfit again, her blonde locks pulled back in a bun, her blade across her lap.

Though her eyes were closed she could feel their presences as they approached, their emotions all too easy to read. They really did wear them on their sleeves. Then there was Bilbo who was curious more than cautious or concerned.

"Linshara." Thorin's voice broke through her calm.

Slowly opening her eyes she smiled at the assembled dwarves. Balin smiled kindly, Kili and Fili for a change looked serious as did Thorin and Dwalin. Bilbo waved a little and smiled back in earnest. Bofur threw her a wink and waggled his eyebrows which caused her to chuckle.

"Hello everyone, thank you for coming." She said finally as she motioned for them to get more comfortable.

Most did, Thorin rigidly and stubbornly remained standing as did Dwalin. Bilbo sat closest to her while Fili, Kili and Bofur mostly sat and leaned on various anvils, chairs and items across from her.

"What is this about?" Gruffly, Thorin asked.

He was concerned and coiled like a spring, ready to jump to arms, she could feel it.

"I've called you here to tell you...the truth about my origin. Elrond and Gandalf advised that I do before we continue the journey." Linshara began.