Danwën awoke to the feeling of her hand being held. "Danwën, my little warrior"

the voice sounded broken. Whoever it was cleared their throat when she released a small groan of discomfort.

"Shush henig-nin. Your father is here now."

Danwën blinked and flicked her heavy eyelids open, searching for her father frantically throughout the darkness.

"Ada?"

Her dry throat burned when she spoke. Having been asleep for two and a half days had dried her throat.

Her hands shakey as she reached out for his warm hands. "I am here iell-nin"

Thaladír grabbed her left hand anf squeezed it lightly to reassure her.

Danwën turned her head to the left and saw her father's tall form sitting beside her cot. Thaladír's long black hair was ruffled as he constantly dragged a large hand through it over and over. His steel grey orbs dark and worried as he stared his daughter in the eyes.

"Where..?"

She gazed around the tent in confusion. Her mind still fuzzy from sleep as she tried to wrap her mind around what had happened to her.

The numbing ach in Danwën's right thigh was worrying and the tiredness in her limbs told the tales of excessive movements.

"You've been asleep since the Silcan warriors brought you to the healing tents, inside Dale." Her father dropped his hands onto her arms. "The two Dwarven Prince's came to see you mere moments ago, the Silvan elleth gives her thanks and well wishes."

His tone was stiff.

Face an emotionless mask as he spoke of King Thranduil's people.

Danwën jerked upright with a loud gasp as her thoughts cleared from the mist in her mind.

"The Battle! Where is the Hobbit and Mithrandír!? How is Tauríel and Kili..is Fili well?" She ignored the intensifying pain in her thigh as she worried for her new found friends health.

"All is well.. Now lay down Beríadanwën" her Father stood and pushed her tired and pained body back down on the cot.

Tsking her the ancient ellon grabs a small cup off the table near her cot.

The cup stunk of medicine mixed with tea as Danwën brought it close to her mouth. Grimacing Danwën gulped the disgusting tea and shoved the empty cup back to her father, who nodded in approval.

"I kept my oath to Mithrandír and protected the King's nephew's..but the King died.."

She grew silent.

"Beríadanwën."

She glances up to her stern father in silence. "You fulfilled your oath to Mithrandír and the King under the Mountain..no telling why you got yourself so injured, but you kept your oath" he kissed her hairline gently.

Frowning he glared at the bruise on her cheek and eyes.

Danwën sighed and huffed at her father.

"Adar the circumstances were dire and I was not going to allow my friends to be killed by that..that creature" her eyes glazed as she remembered the dead corpses all around her. "You're much like Ioreth."

Thaladír walked to her right side and picked up her travel pack. Quietly placing clothes and wrappings inside the leather pack anf tying it after he was done. "Too selfless and too loyal."

He straightened himself and gave her a loving look. "But I'm thankful to have you take after your Naneth, iell-nin."

He threw the pack over his shoulder and walked back to her. "You survived your first battle, although it saddens my heart to see you suffer through others mistakes..I am proud."

Danwën smiled softly and squeezed his hand. "Hannon-le Ada" she followed his tall form around.

Wondering what he was doing and why he was so active in that moment. "Ada? What are you doing?"

Her question made Thaladír chuckle as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"We are returning to Rivendell, by tonight." He knelt on her right side. Removing the thin blanket and lifting her in his arms as they walked to the front of the tents opening.

Tonight?"

She bit her lip as she thought over this new information. Danwën was relieved but saddened that she had to leave behind so many new friends.

"Aye."

Thaladír held her and pulled the cloth back as they stepped out of the tent. Danwën looked around her surroundings and paused when she noticed Gandalf standing before them.

"Mithrandír?"

The wizard bows his head and gave her a soft smile. "It warms my old heart to see you awake, dear Danwën. How do you fare?" Her father nods to the grey wizard as they glided pass the people of Laketown and some of the elves of Mirkwood.

Walking down the lone path to the gates of Dale.

"My body shall recover, as will my mind. But I mostly am concerned for Dales recovery and the Prince's of Erebors Health? Will they be alright.." As they left the gates of Dale people cried out their farewells and well wishes.

"Why not ask them yourself?"

Thaladír halted before the great Eagle, Sidíon of Gwaihír's kin.

Danwën frowned and swung her head, not as quickly since her father carried her, to see a group of six standing in front of Sidíon.

"Kili! Fili! Tauríel and Bilbo!"

Her eyes misted with tears as she gazed down at the last companion. "Éadwena the Elvyn" her sore hands wiped away the tears that snuck past her barrier.

"You don't really think that we'd let you leave without saying our own farewells? Would you." Kili sauntered forth and gazed up at her with mirth in her warm brown orbs. Behind him Fili smacked his head as Tauríel sighed in apology

"What his majesty means to say is that we knew you wouldn't leave without saying farewell." Éadwena stared at her with a small smile. "How do you fare?"

Danwën groaned when her father denied her request to be put down. "Sore, tired and in pain my friend. But I shall live for many years to come..Thank you all for coming to see me off..it means a great deal" she gave them an elven farewell.

Tauríel smiled widely and returned the gesture. "Till next we meet again, Lady Beríadanwën of Imladris. I hope to see you in my travels." Kili nodded his head. "We plan to stop by Rivendell after my brothers coronation. King Fili under the mountain? Still sounds strange" Danwën laughes as Fili smacks him again.

"I wish you all the best during your Kingship Fili. If you ever need me, I shall be but a letter away mellon-nins." Fili bows. "To you as well my friend."

Danwën looked to the silent hobbit eith concern. "I shall miss you very much Master Baggins."

Nodding the hobbit quickly wiped his own eyes.

"Yes. Well." His throat was cleared. "My door is always open for you Lady Danwën. If you ever wish to visit mt humble hole..I would gladly welcome you."

His blue-green eyes watered when Danwën had her father kneel in front of the hobbit.

Stretching downwards Danwën cuppee his face in both hands and kissed his brow gently.

Tears swimming in her own eyes.

"I shall hold you to that Master Baggins."

Thaladír stood straight once again as Gandalf took his place next to the teary eyed halfling.

There was silence until Éadwena crept forwards.

In her son's arms were Danwën's elvish blades. "I had your weapons cleaned for you. They were too beautiful to be dirtied" Éadwena pats Danwën's trembling hand when she grabbed onto the two sheathed swords. "Hannon-le, mellon-nin."

Thaladír smiled and nods at the group of his daughter's companions.

"If you ever find yourselves in Rivendell, know that I welcome you all to my home with open arms and a warm heart." He bowed carefully with Danwën in his grasp.

Turning the ancient Noldo mounted Sidíon gracefully.

"Oh."

Danwën looked up at her father in confusion.

Thaladír lost his warm expression as he stared Tauríel in the eyes. "Lady Tauríel. Please give my..Thanks..to your King" his steel grey orbs squint as he spoke.

"Thranduil's kindness is well known by my house and by my Lords." With that he lost the tense look on his face and gave them all a warm smile. "Fare thee well!"

Danwën waved as Sidíon lifted them into the air. Flapping his powerful wings and gaining height over the group and Dale.

When the eagle drifted away from Dale that was when Danwën finally gave in to the embrace of sleep. Her thigh wound starting to ach even more as she tried to welcome sleep.

"Sleep Beríadanwën."

Thaladír held her tightly as the eagle flew them home.

"We will be home soon."

With that she snuggled into her fathers chest and tried her best to get comfortable as the aches and pains in her body announced themselves.

Home sounded a lot better when Danwën continued to imagine her cousin Estel, her Aunt Gilrean, Lord Elrond, and the twins.

Home sounded great.

Hello Thanks for reading my story! I am sorry for the confusion on the updates! I just wanted to shorten the chapters cause they were too long. Anyways! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed her father's protectiveness!!