The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

A dwarf in hobbit's clothing - Part 16 - Elrond x Gandalf x Reader

Lord Elrond gave her a smile, gesturing for (Y/n) to take a seat, as she, the lord and Gandalf finally came to a beautiful open area that overlooked one of the many waterfalls in the elven realm.

It was hard to say how she felt at that moment. She was sure that the vision she had seen when she was back in the troll cave; the one where the handsome dwarf and beautiful elleth had professed their love for one another, had taken place here in Rivendell; though what they, what the dark, yet wonderous kingdom that she had dreamt of, and the dagger and necklace that she had found in the hoard, had to do with her..............

"You look so much like your parents, my dear............"

"My parents were Bungo and Belladonna Baggins of the Shire; they were hobbits. I am afraid that I look nothing like them, my lord..........." (Y/n) replied. Looking between the elf and Gandalf.

"They may have raised you, but I am speaking of your real parents........."

"They were my real parents. The only ones I have ever known, or even cared about." The dwarrowdam protested, as she quickly got to her feet; the words coming out much harsher than she had intended. (Y/n) dropping her head, as Gandalf gave her a disapproving look.

"I.........I'm sorry............"

"There is nothing to apologise for, child. You have the same heart as your mother, the same passion; and the same stubbornness that flows though the veins of all of your father's bloodline." Elrond said, his soft smile never leaving his lips, as (Y/n) retook a seat next to him.

"I........I don't understand......." (Y/n) said, her mind beginning to spin.

"It is simple, my dear. You are a very rare being, the child of a dwarf and elf. You are the granddaughter of the great dwarven king Dáin; daughter of Prince Frór of the Mountains and Lady Ilmamë of Imladris............" The peredhel told her, as he took her hand.

"I......I don't know who they are......... Dáin, Frór........."

"Frór was the younger brother of King Thrór.........."

"Thrór..........? As in Thorin's grandfather, Thrór......?" (Y/n) interrupted the wizard. Gandalf's slow nod sending a wave of nausea through her. (Y/n) sure that if she wasn't sat down, she just might fall down. All this more than she could take in.

"But......but that would mean that Thorin and I; Fili and Kili.........."

"It means that you are cousins. That you have the blood of Durin as much in your veins as they do............."

"No, no......I can't be........I just can't..........." (Y/n) getting to her feet and pacing the large space. Wishing that she could just turn and see Belladonna, so that she could run to her for some comfort.

"None of this makes sense. Surly Thorin would know of me if we were related. And wouldn't that mean I am older than him; older than even Balin.......but........but I'm not......." (Y/n) muttered absentmindedly. Elrond and Gandalf just looking at one another as she continued to pace and try and take everything in that she had been told.

"You are only forty-five in hobbit years, (Y/n). As the daughter of Frór and the Lady Ilmamë, you are in fact much older. It was just unknown how the child of a dwarf and elf would age, as you are the only one that even I have heard of. And as for Thorin not knowing about you.......that may have something to do with your father's death.........."

"My.....my father is dead........? What.....what about my mother........?" Gandalf looking to the peredhel, who just slowly shook his head.

"Your father was only young when he died. Slain along with his father when a Cold-drake invaded the mountain palace. And as his dwarven marriage to Ilmamë, had not taken place, Thrór believed that his younger brother had died without issue. Yet Frór and Ilmamë had married as we elves do, on his last trip to Imladris. All of us surprised when your mother told us that she was with child. Her pregnancy proved to be longer and more difficult than any of us could have imagined; and that, and your father's death were hard for your mother to deal with. Though she loved you no less when you came into the world. In fact, she loved you more, because you were all she had left of Frór........"

"Then why was I not raised here? Why was I found by a roadside coming out of Bree, by Bungo........." (Y/n) finally feeling her legs give way beneath her. The half dwarf, half elf dropping to her backside and looking with only pleading in her eyes to the lord and wizard; hoping that one of them could make this all make sense. Could stop it from turning her world upside down.

"Your mother wished to take you to the Lonely Mountain where Thrór had led his people to create his new kingdom. She wanted him to know that a part of his brother, lived on, and hoped that the dwarves would accept you, just as we had. Yet before she could get to the Mountain, we received word that she and the guards with her, had been killed by orcs; and we believed that you had perished along with them. Though how you found your way to Bree.........." Elrond explained, as (Y/n) reached into her pocket and pulled out the dagger and necklace that she had found in the troll hoard. Slowly pushing herself up from the floor before making her way over to the elf lord.

"I found these in a troll hoard at Trollshaws. These were theirs, weren't they.......? My father gave the dagger to my mother; and my mother the necklace to my father.........?" Elrond nodding at her question. (Y/n) taking them to her chest at the confirmation.

"I need some time to take all this in. Some time to decide whether I should tell the Company all this. Though even if I do, I doubt that Thorin would believe it. Though knowledge that I am half elf, would give him an excuse to hate me more than he already does............."

"And what about Bilbo...........?" (Y/n) turning to look at Gandalf. His brows furrowing as she shook her head.

"I do not know if I can find the words. That, and I am afraid of losing him, he is the only family I have left. The only one who loves me. Bungo and Belladonna are gone. Frór and Ilmamë are gone. I cannot lose Bilbo too........." She confessed. Tears coming to her eyes and her heart breaking at the thought that her big brother might reject her. The peredhel dwarf quickly turning and running deeper into the heart of the elven realm; not knowing or caring where she was going, just that she needed to be alone.