Title: The Unpredicted

Pairing: Bella/Legolas

Summary: Years have passed since the reclaiming of Erebor and Bilbo's ring forgotten… till now.

Author Note: Okay, the sequel!

BTW I should mention "Italics" are the elves speaking in their native tongue Sindarin. "Bold Italics" is when they are speaking in Khuzdul. Italics without the "-" is thoughts either thinking to one another or general thought.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight series and I really don't own any of Tolkien's amazing work.

Third POV

True to her word they set out at first light, reaching the outskirts of Bree that led into the wilds just as the sun peaked over the tree tops. Both Aragorn and Bella had let their horses roam free knowing they would return to the Ranger camp in time. That left them all walking with only a pony that was dubbed as Bill to carry their supplies.

"Where are you leading us?" Frodo asked as he took note of the pathless path they seemed to be taking.

"Into the wild." Aragorn replied while giving his friend a glance, "Would you like to scout a head or should I?"

Bella frowned and shrugged, passing off her battle axe to Aragorn and disappeared into the trees just as silently as she walked. Sam frowned from his spot behind the others as he watched the two, the frown deepening in concern as the elf vanished into the trees.

"How do we know if we can trust them?" Sam asked softly.

Merry nodded. "How do we know they even know Gandalf?"

Frodo paused slightly and turned to the others in amazement. "Did you not listen to Bilbo's stories? The elf lady is the same Lady who talked Bilbo from his home, who is friends with Beorn and adopted by the Company. That is Lady Canadriel. She was at Bilbo's party, if Bilbo can trust her so can we."

Exclaims of amazement left the three hobbits mouths as they began to recap all they knew about the elf maid in Bilbo's stories to the one they had leading them. Aragorn couldn't help but smile as he too listened to the tales, his eyes scanning the trees for the familiar hint of deep green of the cloak his friend wore.

He had heard the tales from the travelling Dwarrow, from Legolas when he had come to ride with the Rangers and he could not get enough of them. Though he knew the true stories, the sickness and the misery, the Arkenstone and the battle afterwards. In time the hobbits would learn the truth behind the tales, the grief Canadriel suffered through the quest and the grief she still carries now.

It was mid-morning when the company reached the beginning of the Midgewater Marshes. The hobbits were tired and starving, and began to on load their bags to begin second breakfast while Aragorn moved towards the familiar figure of Canadriel who waited crouched on the slight incline staring off into the distance.

"They go south; we shall have a day at the least till they turn back." She states without turning around. "We can make it to Weathertop by tomorrow night."

"Good, that will leave us closer to Lord Elrond's borders; we only need to make it to the edge." He replies casting a look over his shoulder. "Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall."

The hobbits paused and snapped their heads up to stare at Strider in confused horror. Not stop till nightfall? But that would mean they would skip meals.

"But what about breakfast?" Pippin asked and it took all of Bella's control not to laugh out loud.

Hobbits… they do not change. She thought to herself as her hand dug deep into her bag for the apples that she carried just for the occasion. She remembered the importance of a hobbits meals and she remembered still all of Bilbo's complaints the first few days grumbled under breath. She also may have neglected to tell Aragorn of the hobbit's habits and need to feed when he asked why she acquired so much food before leaving.

She would have to start rationing and weening them down to three meals a day in a manner that wasn't dangerous unlike her time with Bilbo.

Aragorn cast a look to his lady in confusion before turning back to the hobbits. "You've already had it."

"We've had one yes. What about second breakfast?" Pippin inquired, blinking as Strider frowned and began to walk once more.

Merry gathered his things along with Sam and Frodo before turning to his cousin. "Don't think he knows about second breakfast Pippin."

"What about elevenses? Luncheon, Afternoon Tea, Dinner? Supper! He knows about them, doesn't he?" Pippin asked with panic welling up with each inquiry to his cousin, his stomach rumbling as they walked forward. No second breakfast? No extra meals?

Merry went to answer when an apple flies over the shrubbery; he plucked it from the air and passed it to his cousin. Pippin was young, still in his tweens and as he was in his thirties it was his duty to make sure that his cousin got food while they could.

More apples sailed through the sky with such precision that Frodo and Sam had to laugh as they too got an apple to eat. It was not much but it would be enough to curb their hunger till lunch at least, they hoped they could eat at lunch or have something more filling.

"We are entering the Marshes, I suggest you watch your step, the waters will be deep to you but you will be able to stand in them with no fear of drowning." Bella called over her shoulder as she re-strapped her weapons to her back and hoisted the bag on her shoulder. "We have a few miles more of sand so do not worry yet."

"You know something." Aragorn stated as they marched onwards.

"I know many things, things that have been, will be and yet to be." Bella replied with a smirk that could not be seen by her nieces chosen due to her hood.

Aragorn sighed and turned his gaze skyward. He knew better than to ask an elf a question especially when the answer from his Lady was always the same to that line of wording. "I should know better by now than to ask or state such things."

"Yes you do as you asked it often enough growing up, it still amuses me greatly that you still do it." Bella chuckled. "But yes, I do know something and no I will not tell you, it is more fun this way."

Sam frowned as he pulled along Bill, his ears prickling at the unknown language. He had heard it of course over his life when Bilbo was teaching Frodo and he gardened with his father but he had never heard it as much as he does now, as smoothing spoken as proper.

"Do you know what they're saying Mister Frodo?" He asked Frodo, catching Merry and Pippin's attention as well, their steps slowing till they were in line with Frodo and Sam.

"Aye, they speak to each other like that and it makes me wonder." Merry supplied, unbeknownst that their entire conversation could be heard by the two cloaked guides before them.

Frodo widened his eyes before frowning. "I know some words but I was never fluent like Bilbo, I know that they are teasing but I do not know the full extent of their conversation. It is rude to listen after all."

"You are correct in stating that we are teasing young Frodo. I have known strider from when he was but a mere boy, he was raised in my brothers home along with my nephews and niece." Bella threw over her shoulder with a laugh. "Perhaps in time if you so desire I can teach you more Sindarin, perhaps some Quenya if you like as well."

"Will you teach us as well?" Samwise asked hopeful, he always wanted to learn new things and learn the elven tongue though he wouldn't be able to do it justice.

"Of course Master Gamgee, I shall teach you some when we stop for the night and we are safe." She replied back.

The day passed on with minor issues; the hobbits complaining about lunch but were happy when they were given a chunk of bread and cheese to eat with promise of more filling food for dinner. No more words were passed between Strider and Bella, their eyes scanning the flat plains and the large shrubbery for any kind of danger, sometimes varying off from the group to do a circuit.

By late afternoon the sky turned dark with clouds and they had reached the marshes. Midges flying around them hungrily, the hobbits struggled to march through the near waist deep puddles, gaping every time Bella moved back to help them, her feet barely sinking into the damp mossy sand as she tried to pass over the water.

"What are they eating when they can't get hobbit?" Merry asked as he swatted the midges flying around his face.

It was not long after that they found a large enough dry area for them to camp, the hobbits sighing in relief as they put their feet on mainly dry land. They waited though for Strider and Canadriel to give word that this is where they would rest for the night.

Giving a huff of laughter Bella chucked a bunch of dry wood in the sand, letting fire flicker up with a twist of her wrist. "We'll rest here for the night."

"I'll go and see if there is anything to hunt, there's an outcropping of trees nearby that usually has game." Aragorn informed as he strung his bow and uncapped his quiver.

"Be safe, do not take long." Bella replied as she began to unsaddle Bill and place all they needed nearby.

The hobbits dropped their own bags, claiming a spot around the small fire and got out all they would need for food. Sam decided to make stew as he had the ingredients to do so, with or without meat he knew how to make a fine stew that was filling. Bella hummed and took her own spot, letting her hood fall back from her face.

The fire bathed her in a golden glow, making the beads in her hair shine bright like stars in an inky sky.

"Dwarrow decorate their hair with beads and braids, each one means a different thing. The place and style along with the bead tells a story to all. Lady Canadriel or Moriel as the Dwarrow refer her as is claimed by the company as a sister, if you ever get the chance to meet her Frodo my dear boy you'd be able to see the braids she wears as proof of this."

Bilbo's voice from long ago echoed in Frodo's head as he caught sight of the beads in question over the fire. "Bilbo said you are claimed kin of the Dwarves from the Company, he said that you wore beads is that true?"

"It is Dwarrow, they do not refer to themselves as dwarves as it is the wrong saying but yes." Bella replied sitting straighter and pulling the mass of braids over her shoulder to show them, two of them interwoven with white and grey. "I was claimed by the Fundin's first, Balin and Dwalin as I was there to heal them and grow close them in the battle of Azanulbizar. I had accepted their beads in Rivendell on the quest to Erebor."

"You're that elf?" Pippin asked amazed. "I know Frodo said that you were the elf from Bilbo's stories but I didn't believe it at first."

Moriel let out a laugh, "yes I am that elf and I worry what Bilbo told you of me."

"That you were a powerful witch elf and a great healer, that you were strong and stubborn like a Baggins but wild and mischievous as a Took." Merry replied as he took a bite out of a carrot, wincing as Samwise smacked his hand for taking the food.

A fond smile graced Moriel's lips at that. "I have the spirit of a hobbit, the heart of a Dwarrow and the elegance of an elf."

"She also has the elusive answers much like a wizard." Aragorn piped up as he appeared within the fire lights reach, a buck over his shoulders. Sam perked up as did the others as they saw the bounty of the ranger, waiting patiently as Strider began to gut and skin the meat, cutting pieces off for Sam to place in the stew.

The rest of the dinner was had in near silence with stories passed from person to person quietly but Aragorn could see that Canadriel was only half focused on what was around her. He could see the familiar signs of a vision and the slight tightening around her eyes at what she was seeing.

"Is something the matter?" He asked once the hobbits had their fill and began to ready for bed.

Shaking her head Canadriel turned her head towards the Shire and then south where she felt something dark on the horizon. "Something is wrong; I cannot See what it was beyond flashes of white, fire and the feel of darkness and pain. Tharkûn should have been with them in Bree, him not arriving like that is never a good sign."

"I too am concerned but Mithrandir does as he pleases, if he is not in Rivendell by the time we meet we shall seek word with Lord Elrond." Aragorn replied, his eyes gazing in the same direction as his friend, his Lady. "I'll take first watch."

Canadriel nodded and took her spot next to the dying tree and letting her mind drift and ears attuned to the surrounding marshes. She would rest but she did not feel safe enough to sleep in the open, not without her family to surround her.

A deep ache thrummed through her at the thought, it had been too long since she had slept in a pile with her brothers, had spent curled up in her husband's arms under stone.

"Tinuviel elvanui,

Elleth alfirin ethelhael

O hon ring finnil fuinui

A renc gelebrin thiliol."

The words were sung softly from a thoughtful Aragorn, his mind lingering on Arwen.

It was what woke Frodo, the song sad and one he knew from the short list of Sindarin Bilbo had been teaching him. He managed to understand enough to know that it was a woman he sung of and it pulled at his heart to hear the grief hidden in those words.

"Who is she? This woman you sing of?" He asked while sitting up.

Aragorn jerked in surprise, his body twisting sharply to the hobbit that spoke in surprise before turning away once more, his mind flashing to Arwen once more. "Tis the Lady of Luthien. The Elf Maiden who gave her love to Beren ... a mortal."

"What happened to her?" The question was soft and unsure and the reply to that even more so but Aragorn could not find it in him to ignore it as the tale of the fair Luthien and Beren was replicated in his love for Arwen and her love for him.

"She died." He replied before facing Frodo once more. "Get some sleep Frodo."

XX

In the south, in the heart of Isengard the sound of trees could be heard screaming as dark foul creatures began to tear them from their home, killing their kin and tainting the land with their filth.

It was this scene that Gandalf woke, blood dripping in his eyes as the taste of it exploded in his mouth. His body ached as he pushed himself up from the floor, tilting his head back as rain began to pour.

Horror filled him as the sight before him cleared, orcs by the thousands dug and cracked the earth, the trees planted by the ents many still sleeping but those that resided in Isengard were awake and he could hear them groan and scream in pain.

Madness had struck Saruman, how could he betray them all like this? How could he betray those he was sworn to protect?

Sadness welled up in him as he huddled closer to one of the pillars on top of Orthanc, watching on in grief. It was then that Gandalf hoped that Frodo was safe with Aragorn and by some chance Canadriel. They would get him to Rivendell.

XX

Back in the Marshes it was the rain that woke the hobbits and Aragorn up, the ranger sighing in annoyance while the hobbits frantically began to pack away their rolls and cooking supplies as Canadriel chuckled at the sight.

"We might as well begin our trek, we'll stop when needed but we will need to push ourselves further than yesterday." She explained once all their belongings were gathered. "The wraiths are closing in too quick for my liking."

The journey was long and tiring; they stopped many times to rest or fill their waterskins with water before continuing on. Bella tried to help pass the time when she wasn't a head scouting, telling the younglings stories or describing some of the places she had been to in great detail.

She also made sure they snacked on the way and had Sam help foraging in the little forest areas they passed if he saw anything that was edible and could be used as a snack or to go with dinner. Bella and Aragorn knew it was a rough journey for them, but Bella also knew that they would grow used to the constant walking, the lack of food and all things in between.

A sigh escaped her lips as the ruins came into view.

"This was once the great Watchtower of Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight." Aragorn explained as he peered at the ruins, there was a perfect spot half way up that was perfect for them to rest.

The hobbits were relieved and grateful when they finally came to a stop, their bags falling off their shoulders and thumping to the ground followed by them all as every muscle and bone in their body began to ache. Their eyes shoot up as Strider came forward and dropped a satchel before them and pulled back the cloth to reveal four swords.

"Here are for you. Keep them close. We're going to have a look around. Stay here and don't light a fire." He ordered as they gathered up a blade with wide awe filled eyes and began to inspect them. Canadriel and Aragorn both shared a look before taking different directions, she taking the high road while Aragorn took the lower path around.

They both hoped that those swords would not be needed on this night.

Author Note: tada!

Tinuviel elvanui, Elleth alfirin ethelhael O hon ring finnil fuinui A renc gelebrin thiliol. - Tinuviel [the] elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast [her] shadow hair, And arms [like] silver glimmering...