Legolas paused in his walk. The half-elf held onto a couple books to her chest. She looked like she came from the library. Legolas picked up speed. He called out to the half-elf, "Kallan."

I heard the familiar voice and start to pick up speed. Legolas' lips turned into a firm line, "I need to speak with you."

I sneered, "I do not want to speak with you. Leave me alone."

The blond continued to be on my heels. A long sigh came from his lips. With a light roll of his eyes, Legolas grabbed hold of my wrist, "Kallan, stop."

Coldness washed over my person. I took in a sharp breath.

"Kallan, you need to stop. You cannot reject your One."

An older looking self turned heel towards the silver haired elf. My lips lifted up baring my teeth. I growled, "I will not stop! I will not accept someone who doesn't see me for what I am. I cannot help to be a dwarf elven woman. I was born that way and I am proud of what I am. I rather die proud than be miserable with-with some insufferable One."

Miriel let out a huff. She ran a hand through her silvery hair. Dwalin intervened pointing a finger towards his daughter, "Now ye listen here, ye better apologize to yer mam for that tone. Ye're a child. Ye have a long life ahead of you. I do not want my eldest child and only daughter to suffer and die because of somethin' happen before... What I'm tryin' to tell ye is don't reject it at least not till ye get-."

The mother of three interrupted her husband, "Not till you have a better understanding of him. He's not what-."

The vision was cut off. I gasped for air. The books dropped and my hands went to my throat. Legolas' brows furrowed together in light concern. He released my wrist and placed his hands on my upper arms. My eyes met his as my breathing slowly started to calm down. Legolas released my arms and asked, "Are you okay?"

I rasped, "Glad to know you have some kind of heart to show some concern for someone like me."

Legolas scoffed, "Gasp for air for all I care, half-breed."

He looked to leave my person in the corridor. I was about to step over the books to catch him but I hesitated. I growled out, "Stay away from me."

The prince stopped his stalking away. He turned his heel and rounded back to me. He towered over me, "I'm the prince of this land. I do not take orders from some lord's daughter. I however can tell you to do something for me."

Unknowingly between the two of us, we were slowly getting closer into each other's faces. I let out a hollow laugh, "You are funny like I would listen to you a forlorn prince. I have better things to do than be stuck around you."

A deep elegant voice cut through the air, "Ah, am I interrupting something?"

The two of us turned to the source of voice. The elven man who holds this kingdom at his fingers stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Legolas stood up straight straightening out his tunic, "Father, I actually needed to speak with you concerning my One."

Thranduil raised his brows and hummed. Picking up the dropped books, I snorted, "Whoever is stuck for the rest of their life with you, I feel sorry for them. Give them my condolences."

Legolas shot a glare towards my person. I hugged the books to my chest and gave a nod to the king, "Thank you once again for allowing me to use the library."

The king gave a nod back. Legolas eyed his father and the half-breed elleth at the sudden pleasantries between the two. I took this as a sign to depart from the two royalties. Last he knew his father hated anything and everything dwarf. Legolas spoke low once the female was out of hearing range, "I thought you despised anything dwarf."

Thranduil looked down at his son. Thranduil answered with his head held high, "Despite her lineage, I have grown to like the young lady. She is bright and well versed in sparring and political."

Legolas thought of the half-elleth. The way she didn't stand down. She had a fiery personality which in no doubt he felt got from her mother. The way her body was built, he had no doubt she could take a person down with sheer strength. A shiver went up his spine but he mistaken it for disgust. Legolas scrunched his nose, "I highly doubt she is versed in diplomatic treaties and visits. She has a trollish personality."

Thranduil's lips thinned. Thranduil sent a scolding look to his son. Thranduil couldn't describe it but he has a feeling about the girl. Thranduil nearly had to resist to roll his eyes, "If you got to know her, Legolas you'd find she is good company."

Legolas changed the topic from the girl to his One, "Miriel mentioned an elleth of brunette hair with blue eyes. She's shorter than a normal elleth. A fighter, if I recall her describing her. She came from Lothlorien. Do you have any visitors from Lothlorien currently, father?"

Thranduil pursed his lips and shook his head, "No I do not. The only visitors we have are from Erebor. Is this elleth you described your One?"

Thranduil watched his son's posture straighten up. The king raised an eyebrow at the sudden posture fix. Legolas gave a nod, "Yes, that was how Miriel described her to me. She said she should be here visiting your lands."

Thranduil clicked his tongue, "Unfortunately for you my son, there are no visitors from Lothlorien here. I do not have anyone from those lands coming to visit in the near future either."

Legolas' brows knitted together. He thought he would finally get to meet his One and get on with his life. Despite the relationship him and his father have, he would like to at least have an elfling for his father to meet before his father decides to cross. That was the last of his worries in a short and long run. He is more worried about his health and life if he doesn't find his One at all.

The king studied his son for a moment before looking over where the half-elleth disappeared towards. He hummed, "I must retire to my chambers for an hour or two, Legolas. You should join the afternoon patrol."

Legolas half heard his father but nodded nonetheless. Thranduil turned and left his son to his devices. He needs to contact a certain someone.

Thranduil proof-read his letter before he rolled it up and tying a thread around it. Gently, he tied the letter on a raven's leg. He gave the raven a light scratch underneath its beak, "Now, take that to Lady Miriel of Erebor at once. I shall wait for your return."

The raven let out a coo before flying out of the king's window. Thranduil tapped his finger tips on his writing desk. He is only concerned of his only son's welfare and if a certain someone is toying with his son he needs to know about it. He will not have his son be sent on a wild goose chase over his One.

"And I told him, I will thrust a dagger-."

A couple caws interrupted Miriel in her story-telling. The listener looked surprised, "That's King Thranduil's Raven. I wonder what he wants with you."

Miriel found the rolled letter attached to the bird's leg. She untied it and read its contents.

Miriel,

Why are you sending my son on a wild chase for his One? I will not have you make a fool of my son. I do not have any visitors from Lothlorien in my lands. Not now or in the foreseeable future currently. The only visitors I have are your children and a couple of Erebor's guards. Who is this 'short brunette elleth with blue eyes'?

-King Thranduil

Miriel clicked her tongue. She breathed out, "Oh I knew that was going to come back at me one way or another."

The elleth rubbed her forehead with her index finger. Light annoyance started to bubble up inside her at herself. She turned towards the closet person, "Can you hand me a piece of parchment and a quill, Dis?"

Dis grabbed the requested items from a drawer in the writing desk near her.

"What does the King want from you, Miriel?"

Grabbing the requested items, Miriel answered the red-headed elleth, "Answers. He thinks I'm sending his son on a chase of his One which I am not."

Dis bravely asked, "Who is his One?"

Miriel paused in her writing. She thought for a moment of the pros and cons of telling the two women. Miriel continued writing, "It's a big secret to keep. It may take years for the two to realize what they are to each other. I unfortunately cannot tell you nor the king himself."

"It's already hard enough to keep Dwalin back from interfering too much," Miriel mumbled.

She finished up, "The two have to figure it out themselves. I already placed myself in between the situation too much. Everyone involved will have to be patient and wait. That's all I can and will give."

Dis crossed her arms. Tauriel added, "You do know the King would not like that answer. Legolas is his only son and heir."

Miriel rolled up her answer and tied it around the raven's leg, "Go back to your owner."

The raven flapped its wings and distanced himself away from the women. Miriel turned to the two women with her hands on her hips, "And? Is that supposed to mean anything to me? If the King wants an answer about his son, then he will have to come here himself. I was sure to mention that to him. Legolas was lucky to even have a hint from me on his One."

Tauriel rubbed her swollen belly in thought. Dis let out a breath shaking her head, "Ye're goin' to give my brother a headache if that pesky elven king comes marchin' up our door step."

Miriel grabbed the elven king's letter and crumbled it into a ball, "Well I'd be sure to warn him then. Now if you two excuse me, I may go find him now."

The two looked at each other when the seer left Tauriel and Kili's living quarters. It didn't take long for the annoyed elleth to find the king of Erebor. He was having a tankard with her husband. The two were laughing at something one have said. Dwalin noticed his wife enter the king's private dining chambers. A smile graced his lips, "Ah there is my beautiful elleth."

Miriel would've returned a smile and give the dwarf a kiss to the lips in greeting but she was on a mission. Miriel crossed her arms in front of the two dwarves. Her attention was solely on Thorin. Miriel let annoyance slip through her tone, "The King of Mirkwood may visit your lands."

Miriel was kicking herself in the behind for nudging the prince into her daughter's way. Now everyone wanted to know who is the prince's One. Thorin knitted his brows together and looked over at Miriel seriously, "And why may he be visiting Erebor?"

Dwalin asked, "What did they do?"

Miriel waved Dwalin off, "They didn't do anything. It was I who did something."

The two male dwarves waited for Miriel to explain. Miriel rubbed her temples, "The king thinks I am sending his son on a wild chase of his One."

Thorin snorted, "Well are you?"

Dwalin glanced with a serious face towards his royal cousin before setting his sight on his wife. Miriel breathed out, "Oh I wish."

Miriel answered, "I am not. His One is there. I may or may not give him accurate details about her is all."

Her husband stayed quiet drinking his ale. Thorin thought for a moment. Before giving a light nod, he piped up, "Alright, till I get word of his arrival I'd be sure to have the guest chambers ready."

Thorin glanced over at his best friend, "I'm surprised you're not finding this amusing. Your wife is essentially sending that elf on a miniature chase."

Dwalin half-cracked a smile to have a facade but once his friend turned to his wife his smile disappeared and he grumbled into his tankard. Miriel decided to change the subject, "Daemon and Kallan should be on their way back in two days time."

Thorin nodded, "I am sure the king of Mirkwood would accept the new trade routes due to the new recent activity."

Miriel agreed, "He nor you wouldn't want to have your goods pillaged."

Dwalin glanced up at his wife before setting his tankard down on the table, "Thorin, I think I'm goin' to turn in for the night."

Thorin waved him off while he finished up his tankard, "I'll see you two in the morning for the season meeting."

Dwalin stood up placing a hand on his wife's waist guiding her out of the king's private dining quarters.

The only occupants of the mixed household was the parents. Thorin had sent Halvor and a few guards to patrol on the outer kingdom line which will take a few days to do a full circle. Dwalin crossed his arms over his chest. He watched his wife pace in their bedroom. The two got ready for a bath they planned to take together but they have not moved after taking half of their clothing off.

"Let's soak in the bath, Miriel."

Miriel shook her head, "I cannot right now. I knew I shouldn't have messed with our child's future. I shouldn't have told the princeling of his One. Now I am annoyed with myself about this situation."

Dwalin pushed himself off their bed before grabbing hold of his wife's biceps. He held her still. Dwalin didn't remove his sight off of his wife, "Ye did what ye thought was best. Ye didn't want our daughter to fall in the same circumstance as ye when ye were younger."

Miriel was tense. She started, "She has my gift. If she didn't the only thing I had to worry was her life and health. Now she has it, I'm worried about what would happen if she did the same as me. My visions weren't properly showing. It showed the bad events, not the good ones. I didn't think it had to do with you till I gave it thought. My sister was able to see the good events before she..."

Miriel's words started to trail off. Dwalin hooked Miriel's chin with his index, "I don't like that scrawny elfling to be her One. I'm not acceptin' of it but I don't want our child to suffer. You did the right thin'. Others can try to pester ye for an idea but they would have to go through me. When and if the king will come to see ye, it is up to you if you want to tell him. Ye aren't an on-demand future teller."

Miriel connected their lips together, "I think I am ready for a soak now."

A smirk graced Dwalin's lips. He surprised his wife by hooking his arms underneath her legs and back. Miriel let out a light yelp, "Dwalin!"

Dwalin nuzzled his face into his wife's neck taking in her scent. The two of them were definitely lucky their other son wasn't home.