A/n

Whoa, already 10 followers, I feel honoured. I want to thank everyone for this motivation and I hope you all will be happy with this chapter.

Rivendell

Fílí's p.o.v.

Mallosseth has quicken her pace, descending down the path, wanting to arrive at Rivendell as soon as possible. Leaving most dwarves linger behind. Only a sulking Thorin and his two amazed nephews keep up with Mallosseth.

And ofcourse Gandalf, surprisingly enough, and Bilbo. The last staring at the beauty of Rivendell in awe, while glancing at Mallosseth every now and then.

'I thought you said you hailed from Lothlórien,' he finally states as he looks at the happy female again. 'But you behave like you've finally arrived back home.'

Fílí has noticed this as well. He, too, has seen her rare sapphire eyes brighten as soon as her eyes had set eyes on Rivendell. The eagerness to arrive evident in her quickened pace, a radiant smile on her face.

Each step she takes, her bangs move with the motion. With each elegat step she takes, Fílí finds himself hoping her hair would gall down from the sideway bun she always wears. Finding it awfully enchanting, never having it seen any other way.

'I'm just excited to see my kin again, Bilbo,' Mallosseth tells the hobbit sending him a smile.

By now they have crossed a bridge, entering Rivendell. Fílí notices some elves strolling about, making him feel uneasy. His hand reaches out to Mallosseth, instinctively wanting to keep her save.

She looks back at him in surprise, but then smiles again, letting him hold her close to him as a dark-haired elf walks down a flight of stairs.

'Mithrandir,' he greets Gandalf.

'Ah, Lindir!'

Fílí feels Mallosseth taking a step towards the elf, but he quickly pulls her back, placing his arm around her protectively, not liking the idea of any elf coming near his Mallosseth.

He hears his uncle telling Dwalin to stay sharp as the elf says something to Gandalf he doesn't understand.

'I must speak with Lord Elrond,' Gandalf tells the elf, speaking Westron again.

'My Lord Elrond is not here,' is the reply of the elf – Lindir as Gandalf had called him.

'Not here? Then, where is he?'

This time it was Mallosseth to have spoken.

Her question doesn't remain unanswered for long, as the same horn Fílí has heard earlier is blown again. Turning around he sees a group of armed horsemen approaching rapidly.

'Ifridȋ bekȃr (ready weapons),' Thorin orders. 'Hold ranks!'

Fílí pushes Mallosseth inside the circle, again trying to protect her. This time she makes a sound of protest, but he ignores her.

No one touches my Mallosseth!

Normal p.o.v.

'Lord Elrond,' Gandalf greets with a bow. 'Mellonnen! Mo evínedh (my friend! Where have you been)?'

'Farannem lamhoth i undul a charad. Dagannem rim na lant Vedui (we've been hunting a pack of orcs that come up from the south. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass).'

As Lord Elrond dismounts his horse, Mallosseth has finally freed herself from the circle of dwarves, walking up to him.

'Uncle,' she greets the tall elf, making a curtsy.

'This place seems brighter now our golden flower* has returned,' he replies, giving her a warm embrace. 'So you have drawn the orcs so close to our borders.'

'Uncle?'

'What does he mean 'golden flower'?'

'Does he pose a threat?'

Ignoring the dwarves behind her, Mallosseth nods, telling Elrond she's afraid so. Elrond smiles at her, then he looks behind her. His smile falters a little, still remains kind enough as he looks at his guests behind her.

'Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain,' Elrond says, greeting the dwarf.

'I do not believe we have met.'

Though he is trying to be polite, Mallosseth can hear the venom in his voice. She looks at her uncle, but his facial expression remains the same.

'You have your grandfathers bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain.'

'Indeed? He made no mention of you.'

Ignoring the insult, Elrond speaks in Sandarin, telling the servants to light the fires and bring forth the wine. Telling the servants they must feed their guests.

'What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?'

Immediately the other dwarves begin to behave hostile again, gripping their weapons uneasily. Mallosseth notices this action to make Bilbo uneasy as well and sighs.

'Ease up, Gloin,' she tells him as she turns to the ginger-haired dwarf. 'My uncle is offering us food.'

That seems to loosen them up a little and they start to discuss about what they will do.

'Well, in that case, lead on,' Gloin says, putting away his axe. 'And you, young lady, have a lot of explaining to do. Not even telling us you are royalty.'

Mallosseth smiles at him, then walks up the flight, following Elrond.

'Lady Mallosseth,' Lindir says with a bow. 'I will have one of the maids draw a bath for you.'

True to his word, a bath has been drawn for Mallosseth as she enters her old room. An elven-maid immediately bows, welcoming her. She tells her her bath is drawn, but still too hot to enter.

'I will be back in a moment, Lady Mallosseth,' she says. 'I must inform our seamstress of your arrival and need of decent clothing.'

As she says 'decent', she looks at the worn down clothes Mallosseth is wearing. Then she leaves with a quick curtsy.

As soon as the door is closed, Mallosseth starts to undress, making her way to the bath. Before stepping into the tub, she lets her hair fall down, felling it brush against her hips softly. Then she steps into the steaming hot water, slipping in slowly.

Just as she makes herself comfortable, she hears the door open, followed by a soft 'thud'.

'Lady Malosseth, I said the water is too hot!'

'Ieristil, have you forgotten?' Mallosseth smiles, not bothering to open her eyes, for she is enjoying the feeling of a nice bath too much. 'Heath nor cold bothers me.'

'Lady Mallosseth. It is an honour to have you back in our midst again.'

At the sound of the new voice, Mallosseth opens her eyes and turns her head. An elf with dark brown hair is standing next to Ieristil, a smile on her fair face.

'Ah, Duinel,' Mallosseth returns the smile, recognizing the elf. 'Did you come to take my measurements?'

Duinel nods, then tells her she will come back after Mallosseth is done bathing. With a curtsy, she leaves again as Ieristil walks over to Mallosseth, preparing to wash her hair.

Fili's p.o.v.

Fílí sits at the table anxiously. He hasn't seen Mallosseth since she left and he isn't too pleased with it at all. She should be here, with him! Not with those elves!

Kílí is talking to him, but Fílí doesn't even listen. He keeps looking around, until a movement catches his eye. He sees the elven lord, Elrond, walking down the stairs, followed by Thorin, Gandalf and Bilbo.

'Wow,' he hears his younger brother word Fílí's thoughts as he looks at Mallosseth. 'I hate to say it, but she looks great in elven-clothing.'

Fílí silently agrees as he takes in her sight. Her arm linked with her uncle, she is lead to the head table. She is dressed in a sapphire dress with silver linings, framing her petite body better than her usual attire. Her only decoration being a silver circlet.

She doesn't need anything else, Fílí finds himself thinking, noticing she wears her hair down for the very first time.

'I've never seen her wear a dress before,' he mumbles softly, smiling at her as she looks at him. 'Nor have I seen her wear her hair down.'

He didn't mean for anyone to hear him, but Bofur places a hand on his shoulder, telling him he's a lucky dwarf.

'Better keep her close, hm,' he tells Fílí, a grin on his face, a smile evident in his voice. 'Some might try and steal her away.'

Suddenly the bright look disappears from the blond dwarf, only to be replaced by a dark one as he looks around. He knows Bofur was only joking, but he can't help himself as a new side of him emerges. One he did not know he possessed.

Whoever tries, will have to go through me first, Fílí thinks bitterly, his eyes falling on a tall black-haired elf on the table next to Mallosseth.

'Whoa, easy there, Fílí,' Kílí laughs. 'You might just kill that elf with your glare.'

'No good will come from glaring that elf to death, lad,' Bofur says, still grinning. 'I heard he is one of the sons of our host. Cousin of your beloved Mallosseth.'

Though not convinced, Fílí starts eating, wanting dinner to pass as quickly as possible. He barely takes notice of Kílí mistaken an elf for a female, not even bothering laughing at this. But he doesn't forget to send the elf a deathly glare.

To him every elf is a threat, with their fair faces only an elf can possess. Their tall, slim built, their silky long hair. Even their way of moving is graceful.

Why do they all have to be so darn perfect, Fílí asks himself as Bofur climbs onto a small round table, starting to sings. Even their shocked expression is perfect!

Fílí is painfully aware he is the total opposite of these fair creatures. Short built – even if he is tall for a dwarf. His broad body build, his hair farm from silky. His face not even close to being as fair and flawless of elves.

'If you keep behaving like that, I'm personally going to kick you out, lad,' Dwalin warns after putting down his ale. 'I don't like them either, but you don't see me growling at every single one of 'em.'

'Dwalin's right, Fílí,' his brother agrees. 'You've been glaring and growling the whole time. I'm surprised none of them has died out of fear yet.'

Some dwarves snicker, others laugh out loud, both tables a merry gathering as they all look at Fílí.

'Don't mind them, laddie,' Gloin says from the other table, the same grin on his face as the others. Though his grin holds recognition as well. 'They don't know these feelings, you're experiencing. They aren't as lucky as you to have found your one. It was about time thought, I might add. Even a blind dwarf could see the spark between the two of ya.'

Fílí looks at the dwarf, seeing sincerity in his eyes. The others agree, causing Fílí to feel a little better and he grins for the first time since their arrival. He glances over at Mallosseth, seeing her talking to her uncle. She laughs at something he says, then says something in return, probably related to what her uncle just said,

Fílí sees her glancing his way, locking eyes with him. Mallosseth smiles at him, which Fílí returns. He can see an emotion in her eyes he remembers his mother used to have when she looked at his father.

Feeling a lot better, Fílí joins his fellow dwarves now, thinking this evening would turn out all right after all.

'Fílí, a word.'

Or not, Fílí thinks as he turns to see Thorin standing behind him. The tone ins his voice clearly saying he's in trouble.

A/n

* Mallos means 'golden flower' in Sandarin, thuis the meaning of Mallosseth's name.

Well, that was another chapter. I liked the idea of Fílí being possesive, because with only 1/3 of the dwarves being female I can imagine the lucky dwarves being a little protective of their one's.

Anyway, I hope you liked it. Reviews are more than welcome. I love to hear how I can inprove this story.