Hobbit One-shots/Short Stories

Imagine Request For Bel_Greenleaf

"You look lovely, sister." Your brother, Legolas, whispered to you. You smiled at him, a little nervous, as he escorted you down the halls of the Dwarf Kingdom to the great ballroom.

"Thank you, brother." You were trying to be confident and charming like your brother and father, but you couldn't help but feel nervous. It was your first time visiting Erebor, and you were unsure of how the dwarves would treat you.

You were half elf, half dwarf. Your father, Thranduil, had had a dwarf mistress after his wife had died. Their secret relations gave birth to you. Your father raised you with respect and dignity, making the people of his kingdom treat you properly. It was his last promise to his mistress before she died.

But this was the first time you would be among dwarves, and they didn't like elves. How would they react to you?

"Do not leave me alone, please." You whispered to Legolas before entering the ballroom.

"I promise I won't." Legolas smiled encouragingly at you. As you two followed your father in, dwarves stared at the three of you, some curiously and some giving you menacing looks. You gripped your brother's arm tighter.

"King Thranduil! I welcome you to my halls." The King of Erebor, Thorin Oakenshield, greeted your father warmly. He had drunk a lot of ale and seemed in better spirits than usual when it came to elves.

"We thank you for your hospitality." Your father stepped aside so the new king could see his children. "My son, Legolas, whom I believe you know." Legolas nodded to the king. "And my daughter, Isabellalana." You curtsied.

"I welcome you to my halls. I am glad you had accepted our invitation to my nephew's birthday celebration." The king gestured to a blond dwarf, who was chatting with a dozen or so dwarf ladies, all dressed in their finest. You couldn't really see his face, so you paid no mind to him.

Music had begun to play, and you loved to dance. So you pulled Legolas onto the dance floor and made him dance with you. He spun you around, making you giggle lightly. As he pulled you back in, he whispered in your ear. "There is someone admiring you from afar."

You turned to look. It was the dwarf prince. He was staring at you intently. You turned away, blushing brightly. "He is probably just lost in thought. I doubt he was staring at me."

"You should go wish him a happy birthday." Legolas suggested, pulling you from the dance floor.

"No! Legolas, you promised me you wouldn't leave me alone tonight!" You felt childish, but you didn't know what to say to the dwarf prince.

"I'm not leaving you alone. I'm leaving you with the prince. Now go!" He pushed you off into the prince's direction, before disappearing himself. You grumbled a little, and swore you'd get payback once you were home.

You were still too nervous to talk to the prince on your own, so you went to get yourself something to drink instead. Perhaps if Legolas thought you were talking to the prince he would leave you be. You poured yourself some punch, sipping it slowly and pretending not to be as nervous as you actually were. You weren't alone for long though.

"Enjoying the party?" A deep voice caught your attention. You turned slowly, trying to look elegant and graceful.

"I am." Your voice almost caught in your throat. It was the blond prince! "Happy birthday to you, my prince." You felt quite proud of yourself, having spoken to a stranger without sounding too silly or scared.

"Thank you. I don't believe we've been introduced." He bowed deeply, grabbing you hand. "Fili. At your service." He grinned and gently pressed a kiss to your hand. He was charming, this prince. "And you, my fair lady?"

"Isabellalana. Of the Woodland realm." You blushed a little.

"You don't look entirely elvish." He remarked.

"My mother was a dwarf." You whisper.

"Really? That's amazing." Fili began asking you tons of questions: what was it like growing up half dwarf, what was the woodland realm like, your favourite things. You two spent nearly the whole night talking away, unaware that the hour was growing late and you had to leave soon.

When your father called you to leave, you felt sad. You had really enjoyed Fili's company, and had wanted to stay. He was kind and sweet, he made you laugh and feel more confident. You probably would never see him again, or at least not for a long time.

"I have to leave." You said to him sadly. "I had a wonderful time, Prince Fili. I hope we can be great friends." You curtsied to him one last time.

"Please, just call me Fili." He gently took your hands in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "Please, Isabellalana, I don't want to just be friends. If I wrote to you, would you write back?" He seemed so shy, and you wondered how such a confident, strong man became as shy as you.

You smiled widely, feeling your heart flutter as he kissed each knuckle gently. "I would write back, Fili. And please. Call me Bel?" You didn't really like your full name, as it was so long. But only your friends could call you Bel.

"Bel." The way he said your name made it sound so beautiful and majestic. "Have a safe journey home." You then parted.

"Did you enjoy the party?" Thranduil asked as you began the journey home.

"I did. Very much." You whispered, smiling so wide. That night when you arrived home, you flopped down on your bed and remembered all the time you had with Fili. It had been the most fun you had had in a long time.

You hoped he would remember to write to you.

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Two days later the first of many letters arrived, all from Fili. At first, they were tentative and shy, as if he was hoping you would keep your promise and write back to him. And you did. Every few days a new letter came, making you giddy and excited.

Soon Fili began to attach gifts to his letters: dried flowers, poems and eventually, jewelry. Each piece was made by his hands, engraved with words of love. You soon had whole sets of jewels, and you had to have another jewelry box made to fit it all!

The last piece he sent you was a beautiful broach, with both your initials intertwined. The letter with it had only a few words:

May I have the honour of courting you, my beautiful Bel?

You penned your reply quickly, putting the broach on and hastily showing your brother and father, who were delighted that you had found such a kind and worthy person to love.