A/N: Sorry its so short, but here is part two of the last chapter :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of the hobbit, just my oc Saoise :)

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SaphiralovesTolkien

Rachael Hyuuga

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Word count: 470

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"Saoirse hold still," Elrond chided lightly as he began to unravel the bandages covering her eyes.

"I'm sorry...I'm just excited..." she blushed embarrassed. "It'll be nice to see everything and everyone again."

He chuckled and nodded. "I know dear. But I do not wish to get caught on your hair again." He smiled.

"Okay, okay," she smiled nodding a little.

He began to unravel the bandages, Saoirse doing her best to hold still playing with her fingers and humming under her breath as she waited patiently.

He set the last of the bandages aside and brushed her hair back. "Well? Does it all look the same?" he asked smiling.

"I...," Saoirse frowned. "I can't see anything..."

Elrond frowned concerned and moved to stand in front of her lifting her chin up to look at her eyes. He mumbled to himself in Elvish. "Stay here."

He left returning almost moments later with one of the healers the two conversing to fast for Saoirse to understand.

"I see..." Elrond finally said with a crest fallen expression. "Thank you."

The healer bowed and apologized before leaving.

Elrond sat next to Saoirse and took her hand. "Remember when you were younger and we had seen that elven woman and her eyes were a pale blue and glossed over?" he asked.

"You said she was blind and that she couldn't see..." Saoirse answered. "Are...are you saying I'm blind?" She asked her voice growing fainter.

He brought his hand to his lips and kissed it softly before kissing her forehead. "I...I'm sorry my dear." he closed his eyes and pulled her to him hugging her.

"She's a fighter," Thranduil chuckled as he poured himself a glass of wine and sat down next to Elrond on the couch. "Seeing impaired and she's still working on her weaponry."

Elrond nodded and leaned into him. "I'm proud of her." He murmured.

Thranduil intertwined their fingers and kissed his temple. "I know you are worried for her a'maelamin,"(my beloved) he nuzzled his cheek affectionately. "I can see it every time you look at her."

Elrond gave him a small smile. "I just worry that she will find this as a way to push herself even more. I know she's strong and can take care of her self, but...I just worry that one day...she will be taken from us.." he murmured.

"That is not going to happen," Thranduil soothed caressing his cheek and titling his chin up to kiss him softly.

"How can you be so sure?" Elrond asked lowering his gaze to their hands.

Thranduil pulled him close. "Have I ever told you something I didn't believe?" he smiled at him tenderly. "Saoirse will be fine Elrond. I swear to you."