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

Quiet morning - Part 2 - Elrond x Reader

This was only going to be a one shot; but I couldn't resist adding a little more, because I do love my dwarves, as well as my elves. Italics are Sindarin.

(Y/n) made her way to one of the large windows that overlooked the main staircase. Her beloved had been gone for some time, and even though she knew that he, and she too, had faced their fair share of orcs in the past, she couldn't help but still worry for him whenever he ventured beyond the borders of their realm. And the longer that he was away, the more that she would worry. The Lady of Imladris wishing that he would let her go on these things with him; that he would allow her to fight at his side, as she once did. But she knew that he wouldn't; that he would tell her once more that he wanted her to be safe, that he could not bare the notion of any harm becoming her, and that her rightful place was in Imladris; she the one to rule the realm if anything were to happen to him. The idea of Elrond not coming back to her, making it feel as though her heart was being gripped by a vice.

Suddenly she saw something. Figures making their way to the bridge. The lady unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes and shaking her head, as she recognised one figure, in particular. A tall male dressed all in grey.

"My lady..........."

"Yes Lindir.......I can see. I believe that we should go and welcome our guests." (Y/n) said, as she finally turned to look at the dark haired ellon. Lindir bowing deeply, as the lady passed.

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"Mithrandir." A voice called out. A smile coming to the wizard's lips, as he turned and saw two elegant figures making their way down the long staircase towards him.

"Ah, my dearest Lady (Y/n), Lindir.........."

"We had heard you had crossed into the valley........." Lindir said. (Y/n) wishing that the wizard and his........travelling companions, had arrived a little later, given her quiet morning with her husband had just started to get interesting when Lindir had come to inform them that orcs had been seen near their borders. It seeming obvious to the lady that it all had something to do with, those in front of her. For in truth, if there was mischief to be had in Middle-Earth, most times you could find the grey wizard somehow involved. And the fact that he was currently in the company of thirteen dwarves and a hobbit, of all things, did not surprise the lady either.

"I must speak with Lord Elrond........." Gandalf continued. (Y/n) watching the dwarves as they spoke quietly to one another. The lady smiling as she caught the eye of the hobbit. The halfling smiling back and nodding respectfully. (Y/n) unable to stop from chuckling to herself, as she saw a flush brighten his cheeks.

"My Lord Elrond is not here........." Lindir replied. (Y/n) not blind to the way that the wizard looked up the staircase, as if he didn't quite believe that the ellon by her side was telling him the truth.

"Where is he.........?" The wizard asked, yet before (Y/n) or Lindir could say anything, the sound of a horn, filled the air. Gandalf giving Lindir a look, before he joined the dwarves in looking out over the bridge. A smile coming to the lady's lips, as she saw her husband and his men return. A shout of 'close ranks' being heard over the horse hooves on stone, as the riders surrounded the dwarves. (Y/n) stepping forward to stop them, as her husband appeared.

"Gandalf........"

"Lord Elrond........." The wizard replied. Elrond sending her a fond smile, before Gandalf stepped forward to greet her husband.

"Where have you been........?"

"We've been hunting a pack of orcs, that came up from the south." Elrond told the wizard as he dismounted his horse and made his way over to her. The half-elven lord taking her hands and bringing them up to his lips to kiss.

"We slew a number near the Hidden Pass." Elrond continued, as he reluctantly released his bride's hands, and turned to the wizard, before embracing their old friend.

"And your lady was not with you.......? I recall that my Lady (Y/n) was quite adept at killing orcs........."

"And I still am, Mithrandir. But my husband seems to believe that I am made of glass, and that I have to be protected........" (Y/n) replied. A smile coming to Gandalf's lips, as he saw the lady give her lord a teasing glance.

"Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near." Elrond said, as he handed an orcs sword to a rather uncomfortable looking Lindir.

"Ah, that may have been us." Gandalf told him. (Y/n) slipping her hand into Elrond's, as they turned their attention to the agitated dwarves. The lady watching as one of their group, stepped forward.

"Welcome Thorin, son of Thráin........" Elrond said, as he brought her forward. (Y/n) now realising why she had felt as though she had recognised him.

"I do not believe that we have met........."

"You have your grandfather's bearing. We knew Thrór when he ruled under the Mountain......." (Y/n) spoke. The lady recalling how she had quite liked the old dwarf.

"Indeed, he made no mention of you.........either of you........."

"Well, I would say that he never mentioned you, either. Yet you and your friends will still be treated with respect here, because of him, Master Oakenshield. All I can say is that it is a shame that his bearing is the only thing that you appear to have inherited; for you certainly do not have his good manners........" (Y/n) replied. She and Thorin looking at one another until Elrond spoke again.

"Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests." Her husband squeezing her hand slightly. His words seeming to upset the dwarves, as one asked whether he was offering an insult.

"No, Master Glóin. He is offering you food......." Gandalf explained. The dwarves huddling up for a moment, before they turned back.

"Aye, well, in that case, lead on........." The dwarves agreed. (Y/n) keeping a hold of Elrond's hand, as they walked. The lady getting a terrible feeling that it would not be that night that they got to finish what they stared, earlier. Nor that the next day would bring with it another wonderful quiet morning.