Disclaimer: I do not own Middle-Earth, nor its people, sadly. I only own my OC's.

A/N: Sorry if something seems a bit off about Thranduil's palace. i wrote this before I saw the second Hobbit. I was kind of just going off of the book and my own imagination. And I believe Thranduil's a bit OC as well.


It seemed as though I was always late for King Thranduil's council meetings. Not that I was of any great importance, I was a mere servant, but it apparently mattered greatly to the king.

I snuck in as best I could and crept to my place along the far pillar. The meeting was in full session and only two souls noticed my entrance, though it was perhaps the last two I would have wanted.

Prince Legolas wasn't giving me a stern look like his father was though. His eyes were a bit sympathetic as I am sure he realized how much trouble I would be in after the meeting.

I kept my head down and didn't move until I was called upon to bring more wine from the cellar and pour it. As I was pouring Legolas' he grabbed my arm and murmured in my ear in the Common tongue, a language that surprisingly few elves in the room spoke.

"What was your excuse this time?"

I blushed furiously and answered under my breath knowing his sensitive ears would pick it up. "I was listening to a Quenyan lesson."

He gave me a stern look, and then a small smile. He shook his head slightly.

"Legolas, ion nin, did you have a suggestion?"

Legolas paled and I hurried on to the next elf. "No, Ada." He said quickly.

Thranduil "mmhmm'd and the meeting continued.

When the council was concluded I tried to exit the room through a side passage that led to the kitchen, but Thranduil caught sight of me and called me back.

"Daro, Almiel." He said, his voice stern.

I winced and turned back. "Uma, heruamin?" I asked innocently.

Thranduil sat up in his throne. "I understand that you are but an elfling, however that is of no excuse to be late for your duties. Lle rangwa amin?"

I nodded. "Uma, heruamin."

Thranduil nodded. "Next time there will be worse consequences, little one. As it is I have a proposition for you. I would like for you to journey with the ambassadors to Rivendell. I need a trusted servant of Legolas' to be sent with him, and as your mother was his nurse and she is not in the condition of being able to make it to Rivendell, I must send my second most trusted. Her daughter."

I was shocked. I was actually going to Rivendell, a place I had always longed to visit, yet knew I never would. Now I was getting the chance.

"Hannon lee, heruamin. What time do we leave for Rivendell?" I asked eagerly.

Both Thranduil and Legolas chuckled at my eagerness and my incapability to listen.

"As we discussed earlier in the meeting, tithen pen, the party is to leave at first light tomorrow." Thranduil said with a small smile twitching at his lips.

Yes, sir." I said quickly hardly able to keep the smile from my face. "Yes, my lord."

Thranduil smiled. "You are free to return to your lessons now, though I believe the elflings are studying history at the moment."

I blushed scarlet. He knew about my eavesdropping on the other elflings' lessons. He knew about it and didn't seem to mind.

I smiled and dashed from the room gathering my skirt up to allow myself to be able to run faster.


Ion nin-my son

Ada-father or daddy

Daro-stop

Uma-yes or aye

Heruamin-my lord

Lle rangwa amin-do you understand

Hannon lee-thank you

Tithen pen-little one