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

Quiet day - Part 3 - Elrond x Company x Reader

"Kind of you to invite us......" Gandalf said, as he followed after the Lord and Lady of Imladris, who walked hand in hand to where the dwarves were already sitting and had been served with food. The air filled with the soft sounds of flute, lute and harp.

"Not really dressed for dinner........."

"You never are......" Elrond retorted, (Y/n) chuckling at her husband, as he escorted her up the steps and through the dwarves, to their table. The lord pulling out the chair so that his lady could sit. Her attention drawn away from her husband, Gandalf and the grandson of Thrór, as something amusing was obviously said amongst the dwarves. A young, rather handsome, dark-haired one, seemingly a little embarrassed by something, until he caught her eye and smiled. The wink that he sent her, quickly making her turn her attention, back to her lord and husband.

"This is Orcrist......" Elrond began, as he looked over the beautiful sword in its scabbard. A small smile coming to his lips, as he saw his bride's eyes light up.

"The Goblin-cleaver........A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the west. My kin......." The peredhel continued, before handing the sword back to Thorin.

"May it serve you well. And this is Glamdring......" He continued, as he took the sword that the wizard had handed him.

"The Foe-hammer; sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the Goblin Wars of the First Age. But if you wish to know more, it is my dear wife that you should speak to......." Elrond placing the sword his wife's hand, as Thorin looked at her with a hint of doubt. Not sure how a high born elleth could know anything of swords.

"The swords, Orcrist and Glamdring are mates, forged at the same time. Glamdring was made for Turgon, Elven king of the First Age. It is said that the king wielded it in the Nírnaeth Arnoediad and later, during the Fall of Gondolin. But these blades have been missing for thousands of years. How did you come by these......?" The lady enquired, as she handed the sword back to Gandalf.

"We found them in a troll horde on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.........."

"And what were you doing on the Great East Road?" Elrond interrupted. The two elves looking at the wizard.

"Excuse me........." Thorin suddenly said, as he got up from his chair and left the conversation. It appearing to the Lady of Imladris that the dwarf prince was not comfortable with the conversation.

"Thirteen dwarves and a halfling; strange travelling companions, Gandalf......" Elrond continued, now that the dwarf was gone.

"These are the descendants of the House of Durin. They're noble, decent folk. They are surprisingly cultured. They've got a deep love of the arts......." (Y/n) shaking her head at the wizard as one of the dwarves called out for musicians to change the tune, as he felt like he was at a funeral; before another, in a rather strange hat, jumped up onto the table, and began to sing.

"Ah.....and there is the culture and appreciation for the art you were referring to, Mithrandir......." (Y/n) chuckled as Gandalf gave her a sheepish smile. The rest of the dwarves accompanying the one singing, by singing themselves, and banging their hands and cutlery on the table. The wizards look becoming even more uncomfortable, as a bread roll suddenly flew through the air between he and Elrond. (Y/n) hiding her amusement behind her napkin, as more food went flying.

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(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh as she pulled Elrond into his office. Her husband doing his best to look unamused, as she pushed him down into his large chair, and took a seat on his lap. The lady sure that if anyone could see them at this moment, they would think that they were both silly young elflings that had only just become married.

"You should have seen your face. And poor Lindir, when the potato hit near his head. I swear that that has to be the funniest thing I have seen in an age. I think we have to have dwarves as guests, more often, my love." Her amusement only growing, as her husband's eyes grew.

"You would not wish that upon us........"

"Probably not. Especially given that we will not be able to continue what we started this morning, until Mithrandir and his companions have left Imladris. Though it is an amusing notion, yet I am sure that Lindir would not be able to survive another group of dwarves, so soon." The lady replied, as she placed her forehead to his.

"You are quite right; I do not believe that Lindir wouldn't survive. Perhaps in another fifty, sixty years he may have recovered sufficiently, so that we can do it again. But until then......though........" (Y/n) moving her head from his, as he trailed off.

"Though..........?"

"Though who says we cannot continue this morning's activities, while they are here? We are in my office, it is unlikely that any of our visitors will come calling, so........" Elrond placing his fingers on her cheek and then letting them slowly make their way down her neck; to which he received a pleasing moan.

"Is that a glint of mischief I see in your eyes, my love........?" The lady countered, before beginning to kiss his ear, which earned her a moan in return.

"And if it is......?"

"Well, if it is, I am quite interested to see where it takes us." (Y/n) replied, as she moved to straddle her husband's lap. The hint of the troublemaker in Elrond's beautiful eyes taking her right back to their wedding night, when she had seen nothing but mischief in those glorious orbs and had enjoyed every minute of it. The lady more than happy to relive that, now that they had another moment of peace.