Book One: Little River | Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter Fourteen

~ | A Healing Heart | ~

As the remaining dwarves enjoyed a bath in one of Rivendell's magnificent fountains, Narelle wandered along the picturesque bridges and pathways of the valley, soaking in the breathtaking scenery. She soon came across Elrond, who had just finished speaking with Bilbo. Bilbo bowed respectfully to the elf and made his way toward his guest chambers.

Elrond turned to Narelle with a warm, knowing smile. "Ah, Narelle, I've been meaning to have a word with you."

Narelle inclined her head respectfully. "What is it, Elrond?"

Elrond motioned for her to continue her leisurely stroll. "It's about you and Thorin, Little River."

Narelle's brow furrowed in confusion. "What about Thorin and me? There's really nothing to discuss."

Elrond's smile grew. "I wouldn't be so sure. I've observed the way you two interact—the exchanges between you, the way your eyes meet. It seems there's something unspoken between you. Perhaps it's time for you to open your heart again."

Narelle looked down at the smooth stone beneath her feet, her expression troubled. "I can't," she said, her voice faltering as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.

Elrond gently placed his hand under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You know, Narelle, he would have wanted you to find happiness and love again. It's something we all deserve, despite our past pains."

At that moment, Thorin appeared in the distance, having caught the tail end of their conversation. Elrond gave a subtle nod toward him and said, "I believe it's time for me to leave you both to your conversation." He turned gracefully and began walking back in the direction they had come from, greeting Lindir as he went.

Lindir addressed Elrond in Elvish, "Elrond, the kitchen's under enormous strain, we are almost out of wine. How long do you think they will be with us?"

Elrond glanced over his shoulder at the fountain, where the dwarves were now engaged in a rowdy game, some perched on the shoulders of others as they playfully toppled each other. He sighed softly. "That has yet to be decided."

With a final nod to Lindir, Elrond and the elf continued toward the heart of Rivendell, leaving Narelle and Thorin alone to their conversation.

Thorin and Narelle walked side by side through the tranquil beauty of Rivendell. As they approached a grand waterfall cascading down from the surrounding rocks, Narelle settled by the river it fed, her fingers skimming stones across the water, reminiscent of their shared moments in the Shire.

Breaking the silence, Thorin finally spoke up. "I noticed you and Elrond had quite an intense conversation earlier. It seemed... significant. You two seemed rather close."

Narelle glanced up at him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, are you feeling a bit jealous, Thorin?"

Thorin's cheeks flushed slightly, and he shook his head quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Jealous? No, not at all. I was just curious." He paused, searching for the right words. "But seriously, what's the nature of your relationship with Elrond? It seems there's more to it than just friendship."

Narelle sighed, her gaze shifting to the flowing river. "Elrond and I go way back. He's been a friend for many years, and he's been there for me through some very difficult times. Especially when..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Thorin nodded in understanding, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze hers. "You don't have to share anything you're not ready to talk about. I understand if there are things you prefer to keep to yourself."