I ran a hand through my locks but found my fingers got caught on something. Confused, I pulled the offending strand to my view. A bead rested at the end of the braided strand. I felt my heart skip. I whispered, "Dwalin..."

I need to do something for him whenever I get the chance to. It's not the same as dwarvish customs but it would be close. I hope that is... A pair of footsteps caught my attention then a voice, "I see you are doing well."

I stood to my feet heading to the cell bars, "You had no right to take him out of here, Princeling."

Legolas' brows shot up, "But I did had a right. A right to protect our-."

I interrupted him angrily, "I dare you to finish that sentence. Once I'm out of this cell, I swear to you I will get you back."

Legolas turned his head with his nose upward slightly, "I see you being in the company of dwarves clouded your judgement."

I shook my head with an annoyed smile, "I see your father clouded yours. If I recall Legolas Greenleaf was a nice little prince. He took others' feelings in favor than that bloody rubbish your father feeds you. Don't let your father's hatred for dwarves cloud. I see things. I'm not going to tell you it as it is centuries down the line. You got time to figure things out. Till then, take that stick you have up your ass and shove it up."

Legolas sneered, "Threatening a prince won't let you go anywhere. And here I was going to release you."

My brows knitted together. Thorin spoke up," For what, elf?"

Legolas looked up at Thorin and scrunched up his nose. Legolas didn't bother answering the King under the Mountain. I reached through the bars grabbing the prince's tunic, "Why?"

Legolas moved his head back to create a distance with the bars. A voice made me freeze on the spot, "Miriel. I know I didn't teach you that on how to treat royalty."

The footsteps caught the dwarves attention and down comes a silver haired elf. I reluctantly let go Legolas' tunic. He fixed himself. I looked at the person who stopped infront of my cell. The person gestured to the lock, "Unlock her."

I wish I met under different circumstances. I froze on spot. I breathed out, "Adar..."

The dwarves shifted uncomfortably. They aren't liking the amount of elvish is being said. Legolas gave a nod to my father, "My lord."

My father gave a nod to the prince, "Thank you. Now I like to speak with my daughter alone."

Legolas looked between the two nodding, "I'll let my father know that you have his prisoner."

My father stiffened and a flash of anger went across his face, "My daughter is not a prisoner, Legolas."

Legolas could feel the anger roll off of the lord. Legolas turned not saying without a word to escape while he can. I gave a nervous smile walking to my father who has been standing outside the cell. I held out my arms, "Adar... It's been a while. I... It's great to see you again."

Celeborn's face was stiff, "I hear you were with a company of dwarves. King Thranduil sent a message saying that you were dying and that it was appropriate to let her lord know."

I know he is angry. I know he is not trusting with these dwarves in the cells near by. I looked around seeing the curious dwarves. Celeborn looked around with a scrunched nose, "Let us go now. Your mother would like to speak with you about your visions."

I feel it's not fair for the dwarves to only hear elvish. Elves in general make them angry and uncomfortable. I stood in my spot, "Adar...You know I can't do that. My visions... they are getting better the more I stay with this company. Isn't that what you want?"

Celeborn spoke coldly, "Not with these dwarves."

Celeborn started to descend the steps expecting me to follow, "Come along Miriel."

I shook my head, "I'm not leaving without the company nor my One."

Celeborn paused in his steps. I am sure that I caught him almost missing a step. Celeborn looked to his right seeing Bofur in his cell. Celeborn asked, "I hope it's not a dwarf."

I felt anger run through my veins. I slammed the cell bar. The sound echoed through the dungeons. I started down the steps, "Yes he is a dwarf. What are you going to do? Punish me? I am thousands of years from being an elf-ling, Adar. I don't need your counseling."

I slowed my steps, "I want you to look at me when I am talking to you."

Bofur swallowed as it was started to get tense around his cell. Celeborn turned around with his hands clasped behind his back. I felt my voice get louder with anger, "I am sure you are not questioning Eru. Are you really questioning Eru? It was YOU who told me our fates are sealed by Eru. He chooses our Ones for us. You think I can choose who my One is? It shouldn't matter if he is dwarf, elf or human. My happiness should matter."

Celeborn felt the tips of his ears burn. He felt embarrassment and anger. A far yell was heard below. Celeborn readjusted his grip of his hands. Celeborn spoke quietly, "I didn't expect my daughter to talk to me like that. Of course your happiness matters just not with dwarves."

I huffed, "I'm not leaving here. My fate was already sealed with theirs. I'm here for a reason."

Celeborn grabbed my bicep taking me down the steps. I pulled on my arm, "Let go Adar."

Celeborn used his strength to pull me into a corridor away from the dwarves' hearing and view. I huffed, "When did you get rough?"

Celeborn retorted a bit sourly, "When did I get a daughter like you?"

My face fell. I spoke hesitantly, "I-I thought that you care for me."

I closed my eyes feeling the burning sensation. I spoke slowly, "I... I am here for a reason, Adar. Not only that I found my One but I am here to prevent deaths. Deaths of the royal family. I seen it. The vision came to me a few months ago before Gandalf came requesting for my help. I am here to protect them like I have been so far on this journey."

Celeborn's lips went into a straight line. Celeborn couldn't help but have his hatred for dwarves blind him from the love of his daughter. Celeborn spoke, "It just had to be a dwarf."

I felt tears threaten to surface more. I clenched my hands, "It's not my fault, Adar! You were supportive of me through my whole life and now when I actually find my One, you're very disapproving of me?"

Celeborn looked away into the distance seeing some guards walking through a different corridor. He raised his voice for a brief moment, "I am supportive of you with an elf! I didn't expect my daughter to fraternize with a dwarf of all things! Of course I'm not approving of this, Miriel."

I felt my breathing start to get shallow. I opened and closed my mouth thinking of something to say. I literally have no words to say to my father. He can't even look at me. I spoke quietly, "Look at me, Adar."

When he didn't move his head, I felt a tear start to fall down my cheek. I did what I thought was best. I ran. I ran from the man I called my father. I can't handle this right now. First my One is locked away deep in the dungeon and now my father is disowning me for having a dwarf as my One.