LILY / LEGOLAS OC

Returning home

As we returned to the Woodland Realm, I found Lord Elrond waiting for me, his expression grave. His presence alone was enough to instill a sense of urgency within me, and I knew that whatever he had to say was of the utmost importance.

"Lily," he greeted me solemnly as I approached, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "I trust your time with Thranduil went well?"

I nodded in response, the memory of our encounter with the spiders still fresh in my mind. "Yes, Father," I replied, my voice steady despite the lingering sense of unease that lingered within me. "Thranduil and I managed to handle the situation we had with spiders, and I quite enjoyed his company."

Lord Elrond studied me for a moment, his expression inscrutable as he seemed to weigh his next words carefully. "I'm glad to hear it," he said finally, his tone betraying none of the concern that I felt bubbling beneath the surface. "But we have much to discuss, Lily. Come, let us speak in private."

With a nod, I followed Lord Elrond into his private chambers, the weight of his gaze following me like a cloak as we entered the dimly lit room. Closing the door behind us, he motioned for me to take a seat before settling himself opposite me, his expression serious as he regarded me.

"Lily," he began, his voice low and grave. "There is a matter of great urgency that requires our attention. Gandalf has sent word that the time has come to convene a council in Rivendell."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, the gravity of the situation sinking in as I absorbed the implications of what he was saying. "A council?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "You mean...like the one in the movies?"

Lord Elrond nodded solemnly, his expression unreadable as he met my gaze. "Yes," he confirmed. "But this council will be different. It will not only address the threat of Sauron, but also the growing unrest among the Free Peoples of Middle-earth."

I felt a surge of determination welling within me at his words, a sense of purpose driving me forward despite the uncertainty that lay ahead. "I understand," I replied, my voice steady with resolve. "I will do whatever it takes to help ensure the success of this council."

Lord Elrond nodded in approval, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I knew I could count on you, Lily," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Now, go and prepare yourself. We leave for Rivendell in one day's time, and there is much to be done before then."

With a nod of understanding, I rose from my seat, my mind already racing with plans and preparations for the journey ahead. But as I made my way to my chambers to gather my belongings, I couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding that lingered at the edges of my thoughts.

As the time came for our departure from the Woodland Realm, I found myself surrounded by a whirlwind of emotions. Thranduil's unexpected gesture of kissing my hand left me feeling both flustered and intrigued, his enigmatic words stirring a curious sense of anticipation within me. And as Legolas bid me farewell with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving him behind.

My heart heavy with conflicting emotions, I joined my family as we made our way towards Rivendell, the winding road stretching out before us like a ribbon of destiny. With each step, my mind was consumed with thoughts of what lay ahead, the weight of our mission pressing down upon me like a burden I could scarcely bear.

As we journeyed through the breathtaking landscapes of Middle-earth, I found solace in the company of my siblings and father, their presence a source of strength and reassurance in the face of uncertainty. Together, we laughed and reminisced, sharing stories and memories as we traveled ever closer to our destination.

And then, at long last, we arrived in Rivendell, the tranquil beauty of the valley taking my breath away as we entered its hallowed halls. But amidst the serene splendor of Elrond's home, I couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation that gnawed at my heart.

As we made our way through the bustling courtyard, my eyes fell upon a group of unexpected visitors gathered beneath the shade of a towering oak tree. Thirteen dwarves, their faces weathered and worn from years of toil and hardship, stood alongside a small hobbit who I recognized instantly as Bilbo Baggins.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of them, a rush of excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of the adventures that lay ahead. But even as I felt a thrill of anticipation at the prospect of joining them on their quest, a sense of foreboding lingered in the back of my mind.

For I knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and peril, and that our journey would test us in ways we could scarcely imagine. 

I'm not going to recount what happened until the Mirkwood, as I know everyone is familiar with the journey of the Hobbit. Instead, this narrative will focus more on Lily's journey with Legolas. Therefore, I'll skip some parts, and in the next chapter, we will find ourselves with 13 dwarves in the dungeon.