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

Bella hummed softly as she sharpened her blades, her back resting on the tree trunk as Bilbo sat comfortably on the stone bench writing away at his book once more, his legs swinging merrily. She knew what story he wrote and she couldn't wait to see it when it was finished.

"I can feel your eyes on me you know." Bilbo pointed out, his hand calmly swiping across the page leaving brilliant curls. "And don't think you can fool me, my old friend, you've been sharpening that blade for the last half an hour."

A chuckle escaped her lips as she placed the well sharp blade in its holster. "And try not to fool me, burglar, as you've been putting extra detail into that one sketch for days now."

Green eyes peered up from under dark lashes and snow white brows. A pang had gone through her when she had arrived back into Rivendell with the news of Frodo's health to a rapidly aging Bilbo. No longer did he look as if he had aged only ten years from the quest but his salt and peppered hair was now snow white and his face weathered…

"Shouldn't you be off to see your husband?" Bilbo asked simply before returning to his book, starting a new page in spite.

Canadriel chuckled as she picked up another blade, her ears twitching as she could hear the hobbits rejoicing and making their way to where she and Bilbo sat. "Why when he ventures to me? Frodo will awaken soon, Elrond is an excellent healer and I did what I could."

"You've been saying that for two days now," Bilbo replied still not looking up. "Just as bad as Gandalf."

"Well then perhaps the young hobbit I see is not Frodo." She supplied offhandedly, hiding her smirk when Bilbo's head snapped around at that and at Frodo's sudden joyful shout of his name.

She gathered her things as Frodo and Bilbo embraced fondly, she knew many years had passed since they last saw one another. "Come hobbits, perhaps we can sneak some food from the kitchens once again. Let us leave Frodo and Bilbo to their reunion."

As predicted the three hobbits perked up at the mention of food, Merry and Pippin racing off in the direction of the kitchens, shoving and taunting each other in a way that it reminded her strongly of Fíli and Kíli, in fact, she has nearly called them as such on two occasions, earning a smirk from Bilbo.

Sam turned his head slightly as the slight huff of laughter from the elf next to him. Even now he was still awed by her beauty; it was unlike the others that he had seen. While her kin were ethereal and calm as the shire on a beautiful day, Lady Canadriel had reminded him of the river, though calming with its soothing motions and sound it could and has swept people away and drowned them. Calm and yet dangerous, after all, he has seen the weapons she carries on her at all times, had seen the ones that hung in her chambers when he was told to fetch her for dinner.

"Something you wish to say, Samwise?" Bella asked amused as she glanced down at the staring hobbit.

"No m'Lady, nothing." He stammered out with ruddy cheeks.

A fond laugh escaped her lips as she ruffled his hair. "You better go see what those two troublemakers are up to before they eat all the food and cause the poor kitchen hands trouble."

Sam blinked before nodding and took off in a run towards the kitchens leaving Bella behind to make her way up to the spot where Gandalf and her brother waited. Her good mood turned sour as she remembered the state Gandalf was in when she arrived and the reason why he had not met them in Bree.

"…emy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the east. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin." Her brothers' voice reached her, his tone stressed.

"His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orc with Goblin Men...he is breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in Sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring." Gandalf stressed the horror hidden within his words but easily detected.

"This is indeed troubling news." She hummed softly as she made her way to their side, her hand resting on her brothers' shoulder as she felt the sadness within him as Gandalf nods. "This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves...We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard, even with the rings."

Gandalf sighed as he turned to walk away, missing the look between Elrond and Bella.

"Gandalf, the ring cannot stay here," Elrond informed, watching as his friend tensed and seemed to age before his very eyes.

Even though the news was dire, the mood somber Canadriel couldn't help but smile widely as she felt her husband grow near, after bidding her brother a silent farewell she turned and began to make her way towards where she knew Legolas will be arriving from.

Sadness and exhaustion welled within Gandalf as he cast his eyes out upon Rivendell, watching as a lone rider enters the stone archway with surprise.

"This peril belongs to all in Middle Earth they must decide now how to end. The time of the elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarrow? They hide in their mountains seeking riches; they care nothing for the troubles of others." Elrond stated as he made his way to Gandalf's side.

Turning towards the Elven Lord, Gandalf replied. "It is in men we must place our hope."

"Men!" He exclaimed while turning to walk back into the library. "Men are weak the race of men is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity all but forgotten. It is because of men the Ring survives. I was there Gandalf I was there three thousand years ago when Isildur took the Ring. I was there the day the strength of men failed. I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom…"

Flashes of that day poured into Elrond's mind, the greed and the weakness… the ring wearing away the strength of a great leader. He, himself should have cast the ring back into the mountain. Perhaps then all the pain that came from it would not have happened. "It should have ended that day but evil was allowed to endure… Isildur kept the Ring. The line of Kings is broken. There's no strength left in the world of men. They're scattered, divided, leaderless…"

"There is one who could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor." Gandalf points out.

"He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile."

BB

Legolas jolted forward and off of his horse as the familiar figure of his wife caught his eye, laughter ringing from them both as he hoisted her up and spun her around before pulling her into a kiss.

"It has been many moons since I have seen you gilgalad nín, come tell me what has happened since then while I give you all the letters that our kin have passed onto me," Legolas informed his wife, linking his arm through hers after pressing his forehead against her own in the Dwarven way of greeting loved ones.

"There is not much to be told meleth nín… I will tell you further in our chambers." Bella replied in Khuzdul, hoping that her Chosen had picked up the language and that her kin taught him while she was away. "Where are Tauriel and Lorelai?"

Legolas cast his wife a long look before nodding. "Lorelai is pregnant and I ordered Tauriel to stay with her sister. Meston secure the horses."

"My brother has placed you all in the south wing terrace; Telemië will show you exactly where." Canadriel supplied over her shoulder, her eyes darting to the handmaiden peeking from the upper terrace to the guards behind her and Legolas.

Legolas felt his lips quirk as he saw the mischievous spark in his wife's eyes as she ordered the handmaiden to lead his guards to their chambers while she leads him to theirs. There was no words spoken as they walked arm in arm, just basking in the fact they were together once more.

Only did Bella let go of her husband when they got to the door of her chambers, letting it swing open with a simple flick of the handle and her wrist, letting Legolas step through before her to see. Everything in this room was who she was before Moria, only little signs of the Elf she was now lay scattered here and there.

The weapons her kin forged, the crowns upon the specially carved shelf from Bifur, the purple leather bound photo album from Charlie. Her clothes resting within the intricately designed chest from Balin and Dwalin, still in the same condition in which they were given except perhaps a few new runes added once the boys wed.

Legolas pulled his wife into his arms the moment the door closed. "Tell me what has happened gilgalad nín… Please, Amrâlimê."

"All is not right in the world Legolas, the pirates are merging and strengthening, their numbers grow daily. Our people are sailing to the Undying Lands the Dwarrow are not gaining strength as they should be." Bella started her eyes downwards in shame as she whispered the next words. "And the trinket Bilbo used to save us time and time again was the One Ring of power, I sensed its darkness and yet I could not…"

"Shh Meleth nín, the ring is well known to trick those that wish to destroy it. It is not your fault." He tried to sooth but Legolas knew how much blame his wife took upon her shoulders.

"I should have come back sooner." She muttered in Khuzdul as the sound of footsteps reached her ear. "I should not have delayed so much but time slipped away from me and I missed so much. Can you forgive me?"

Legolas looked down into the dark eyes of his wife, pulling her closer to his body and pressed his lips to hers in a deep passionate kiss. "Of course I can Âzyungel."

BB

Night fell quick in Rivendell; the Last Homely House, home of Lord Elrond and the gathering place where the council of the ring shall be held. It was a sanctuary for those traveling, the magic allowing you peace and mind for the brief moment or long stay in its region. Yet not all those within its borders were peaceful.

Two men roam the halls, a man of noble birth resting in the Library and another who wanders the halls. A fair elf who cannot sleep for her love sits restlessly reading and the Lady Canadriel and her husband who wander the halls of Rivendell.

To Legolas, he found the sweeping grounds of Rivendell beautiful with its vast gardens and arching bridges but it was not the rock-hewn halls of his home nor the tall trees and tunneled in halls of his father's realm.

"I will not say ill against Rivendell but it is not home," Legolas stated as he eyed the open area with a wary eye, he never felt comfortable in exposed places.

Canadriel turned to her husband as they stopped at one of the gazebos. "I too miss the halls of Erebor. Rivendell was once my home but now it is just simply a place and though there is life in these halls it is not the same as the mountain."

"I know, for one there is less cursing and not enough rowdy songs to listen to." Legolas chuckled, pulling his wife into his arms once more pausing when voices drifted down from the open ledge to the left of them.

"The same blood flows in my veins…the same weakness." Aragorn's voice echoed painfully.

Arwen's voice hurried to sooth the pain. "Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it. The shadow does not hold sway yet...not over you and not over me…"

Legolas and Canadriel stayed silent as they watched Aragorn and Arwen walk out from one of the Library doors and stop at the crest of a bridge, moonlight casting a soft glow upon them. Canadriel shot her husband a glace as he raised his brows in question, her hand twisting in the familiar signs of Iglishmêk.

They have been in love since Aragorn came of age and she returned from my mother's realm. Elrond has forbidden it but it is her choice if she wishes to join him in a mortal life or not.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Arwen asked softly, her eyes never straying from her loves.

"I thought I had strayed into a dream." He admitted to her.

Arwen sighed softly as she brushed back the loose strands, her heart full of love towards the man it had chosen. "Long years have passed. You did not have the cares you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?"

Aragorn sighs and runs his fingers over the Evenstar hanging from her neck as he remembered the vows she uttered long ago. "You said you would bind yourself to me forsaking the immortal life of your people."

"And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone." She uttered to him, loosening the grip upon is hand and allowing him to see what she had placed there. "I choose a mortal life."

Canadriel felt her heart swell as she glimpsed the Evenstar resting in Aragorn's hand. A token of her love, another way to propose in the ways of her people besides the circlet.

Aragorn shook his head. "You cannot give me this."

"It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart." Arwen confessed, closing his fingers around the token once more before placing a kiss on his lips. Her heart chose this man the moment she laid eyes on him, had thought long and hard about her decision at her father's request but she could no longer deny what her heart yearns for.

Bella began to leave, pulling Legolas with her and made way for another part of the gardens far away from Arwen and Aragorn. She will let them have this night for tomorrow the meeting of the ring will begin and she knew that Aragorn planned to journey forth with whoever was to take it.

"Perhaps this journey shall be my last." The words tumbled from her lips silently, stilling her husband.

"I know that you plan to sail once this is done, I can see the grief beginning again with each death of those you love and I know that I carry the largest piece of your heat… I can feel the sadness, the fading still clinging to your soul." Legolas admitted softly, pressing his forehead against hers. "But all is not lost yet, my love."

"I will stay for more years yet Legolas, but I shall take the boat that will carry my parents to Valinor and not a moment before." She soothed softly. "Come, let us rest my love, we have a big day tomorrow."

Author Note: Okay so this is a short chapter compared to the others, so you get two chapters both less than 3k.