Title: The Unpredicted

Pairing: Bella/Legolas

Summary: Years have passed since the reclaiming of Erebor and Bilbo's ring forgotten… till now.

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

The day was warm and Rivendell was abuzz with voices and actions as her people prepared rooms for the rest of their expected guests. Her brother had sent out word to all kingdoms and over the last few hours, the remaining Emissaries to join in on the council to discuss what to do with the One Ring began to arrive.

Already the two from Rohan have arrived, as has those from Gondor and of course Legolas and those Thranduil sent. She knew Thorin had sent an envoy in his stead, as he himself could not come, she did not know who exactly he had but she knew it would not be Fíli or Kíli as their duties tied them to the mountain. One as the crown prince and the other to a husband whose wife was pregnant once again and was having difficulties this time around.

So as result she had decided not to join the discussion as her mind had already been made and decided to walk the gardens instead. Plus, her husband would fill her in on what she had missed tonight when they retired to bed.

It was a surprise to her when she caught sight of Glóin in the courtyard, it had been many years since she had seen him, thirty years to be precise, and the same amount of years where she had seen anyone at all from Erebor…besides Nori, Dwalin, and Thorin. She had kept in contact with them of course, sending ravens with letters to hear how well things have gone.

"Now that is a look I know all too well Nadad." She stated as she sat by his side, stilling his arm that went for his axe. "What ails you Glóin? Why are you not at the council meeting?"

Glóin relaxed as he realised who was speaking, a smile replacing the frown as he turned towards Moriel. She still looked as radiant as always, young and ethereal. But this time she was not dressed in her warrior attire and a hooded cloak he was familiar with, she was now in an elven gown with the circlet Fíli had made her sitting upon her head.

"Moriel… I should have known you'd be here. It is ill news I'm afraid, we've lost contact with Moria a while ago and I came along with Gimli to speak with Lord Elrond about it." Glóin explained tired, daring not to utter her brother's name or Ori's and he couldn't think of Óin.

Moriel frowned. "I had been told Moria was retaken, but I dared not to travel near it. It brings bad memories I wish never to remember. Maybe we can send a scouting party once all is done to see what has happened. Now tell me, how is everyone, Gimli would be nearing 150 now."

"Aye, but he's stubborn like his mother and I. Though he cannot get past his hate of elves, it worries me. You and Legolas have been named friends- kin and we have told him all the elves have done to aid us, even Fíli and Kíli have tried but… it is of no use. The boy is too stubborn and your husband avoids most family dinners, I'm afraid Gimli has forgotten what he and you look like." Glóin sighed out, running his hand through his grey beard.

He was old now, the red hue of his natural colour fading to grey, his age was catching up to him, there wasn't much time left for him until he could rest in the halls of his creator. Bella sensed where his thoughts had led and frowned, refusing to let the sadness bubble in her chest once more like when Bard, Bifur, Balner, and Balnar had passed.

"I take it he is in the council meeting then, about the ring? He will go with whoever will carry the burden." She stated softly, knowing already who was to go.

Glóin cast a look up at his sister with a sad smile. "I know, the Lad was upset that he couldn't come with us to reclaim Erebor, I cannot stop him now."

"Then I will make sure he is safe on this journey. I will protect him like I had protected you and the others… but you must return to Erebor at haste, I sense darkness rising and the war will not hold in Mordor for long. You will need to warn Thorin, the Orcs still want the mountain; they will try when their master is strong." Bella explained seriously, her hand grasping Glóin's wrist tightly as the vision flashed across her eyes. "They will try to do what Azog failed to do and if not ready they will succeed."

Dread filled his heart as he listened; he knew to trust her visions as they had never led her or them to be astray. "Then I will go back, tell Thorin to make sure the guards are doubled and ready. King Brand will need to be informed as well. What… what shall I tell the others? I didn't miss your promise to keep Gimli safe on this quest. You're going to Mordor, they may not… you may not."

Moriel cast a sad look at Glóin. "My time is not yet here Glóin; tell them I will be fine with Legolas by my side. Make sure that Fíli and Kíli do not come, they have children to care for now… Legolas had to order Lorelei and Tauriel to stay in Greenwood. If Fíli dares to try and come, tell Rulna, she will make sure her husband stays and if that doesn't work…" She trailed off giving Glóin a sadistic cheeky smile. "Tell Dís."

Glóin let out a boisterous laugh before frowning and jerking forward, catching Moriel as she fell to the ground gripping her head in pain, the trees around them groaning as the sky darkened. He quickly laid her on the ground and knelt by her side, his hands roaming over her face while he looked for something that harmed her, wishing now that he listened to his brother when he rambled on about healing.

A moan of pain escaped Moriel's lips followed by a sigh of relief as the darkness left her home. "Help me up Glóin; there is a wizard I must punch." She groaned as her eyes snapped open, the Black Speech of the One had never dared to be uttered in the halls of Imladris.

"Well then lass, let me take you." Glóin chuckled as he helped her up and began to lead her towards where the Council was being met. He felt young again in her presence; the look that sat upon her face now was much like the one he saw right before she punched that elven bastard king in the face.

When they reached the spot in which the meeting was being held place it was in an uproar. Elves, Men, and Dwarrow fought and slung back insults to and fro. Glóin bounced on his feet as he saw the dark look cross his Namad's face and waited for what was to come.

"What is the meaning of this?" She snapped, her voice stilling the arguing men before her, her glare piercing every one of them. "I come to punch a wizard and I find you all arguing like children, is this how it is now? Trying to forge a fellowship by throwing insults at one another? Are you the leaders of your respected houses for this meeting or not?"

Legolas felt his shoulders slump as his wife turned her glare upon him, causing him to back down and for Gimli to snicker.

"Is something funny Gimli son of Glóin?" She asked blandly causing the dwarf to snort.

"Just that they cower to a dainty Lass like you." He chuckled and paled as his father stalked forward only to be stopped by the elf. He was surprised that his father even allowed her to stop him.

"Glóin let me," She hummed before turning to look at the Dwarf before her with critical eyes. All who knew her smirked as she moved forward, a serene look on her face. The calm before a storm.

"Tell me Gimli, why do you hate Elves so much when your aunt and her Chosen are both Elves? The very ones who saved the lives of your royals, your father, and uncles? Do you hold the same hate for them as you do their kin?" She asked simply causing the young one to splutter. It had been a very long time since she had seen Gimli, in fact, she had only met him a few times before she and Legolas left.

"I would never disrespect them! Moriel Dwarrowfriend is the hero of Erebor, I would never!" He snarled causing her to hum, a smile to lift at the corners of her mouth.

"And yet you do." She chuckled before standing and moved back to her brother's and Chosen's side. "This is their home little Gimli, you offer insult to their kin."

She wondered though how Gimli forgot Legolas as Thorin had told her he was at Erebor quite often.

"Are you not going to tell him who you are?" Elrond asked amused causing the others who understood him to snort.

"No, he will learn along the journey and it has been a while since I got to have fun like this." She replied, smiling down at her brother and explaining to him her plan, pressing her thoughts into his.

"We still have not resolved who will take the ring!" One of the Men snapped causing the others to tense.

Many stared at one another as Frodo closed his eyes and clenched his hands as a dark voice whispers across his mind. Pain bloomed and he could feel sweat trickle down his brow as the voice grew louder with each beat of his heart as the arguing began once more. He couldn't allow this, he had to do something.

"I will take it!" Frodo yelled causing Gandalf and Bella to close their eyes, both with the feeling of sadness. "I will take the ring, but I do not know the way."

All the others that were present stared at the young Halfling astonished. They had not expected a race known for their comforts to take such a burden of a quest, it did not matter that he was the one who brought it here to Rivendell, he had done what was needed of him and he needed not to do more.

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf piped up, placing a hand on the shoulder of one of his eldest friend's nephew. Guilt churning deep within his chest at the weight the young hobbit will have to bear upon this quest.

"If, by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." Aragorn declared before moving to kneel before Frodo. "You have my sword."

Legolas smiled at his wife knowing that her mind was already made up on the matter. "And you have my bow."

"And my axe!" Gimli stated proud, sharing a look with his father who bowed his head in consent.

Boromir looks at them all then walks towards Frodo. "You carry the fate of us all, little one." He hummed, glancing at Lord Elrond. "If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."

"Here!" A voice called causing a few to groan and Bella to smile. She had sensed the others and knew that Frodo was not to be the only Hobbit to accompany them on this quest, she knew the bravery of their kind, had seen it again and again in Bilbo and on their journey here… and she knew they would not allow their friend to journey without them.

"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me," Sam grunted out as he stumbled towards his friend.

"No, indeed...it is hardly possible to separate you...even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Elrond drawled out amused and sarcastic, causing his sister to snort and hide a smile.

Merry and Pippin share a look before dashing out into the open, revealing the fact they were hiding but they were both Tooks and not ones to turn down an adventure. "Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."

"Anyway...you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing..." Pippin trailed off with a jerk of his head as he fumbled with the words.

Bella laughed loudly at this, bringing the attention back to her. She gave Frodo a fond smile and moved to kneel before the young hobbit, the smile slipping into one of seriousness that made Frodo weary.

"Bilbo is a dear friend of mine Frodo, kin; I have known him since that fateful night in Bag End. I was the one that brought him here after his farewell and I am the one that promised to keep you safe on this quest. So I Canadriel, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn pledge you my bow and my power upon this quest." She informed softly keeping her voice low from the others before standing up and smiling, saying the rest out loud. "I cannot pledge you my loyalty, I happen to like the King who I have sworn my alliance to, so I just pledge my service and protection."

Glóin chuckled and turned to the young Halfling, leaning heavily on his axe handle. "Aye laddie, a fine warrior you got there, the blonde prince too."

Canadriel stepped back and turned to face her brother, his face grim but understanding. "I know why you go, I understand but what if the grief takes you once again?"

"I will not let that happen, My Lord," Legolas replied sharply, not at Elrond but at the seriousness of the topic.

He had helped heal the Grief she first suffered when they finally bound but the scars never healed and they flared painfully so within his Chosen. Each death of her family caused the grief to take once more and it pained him to know that it will never truly go away but he understood that though he had the majority of her heart, chunks remained with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.

"I will be fine Hanar, I can deal with it." She replied softly, cupping her brother's face. But she knew that the journey is not going to be like the last, closer to the battle of Moria than the reclamation of Erebor. She didn't know how it truly would affect her but she had to go, had to protect her family from this evil once and for good.

She didn't have much time left, for when the last of the company leaves Arda; she would follow to the grey havens. Legolas of course knew and understood her pain and plight; he would remain here to look over the remaining families of the company before to joining her in the havens.

In a blink of an eye, a spark of power flooded Rivendell once more, a warning, one familiar that had Bella gasping. It was warm like the sun, yet strong like the earth and it was the very magic that rippled over her when she returned to her home so many years ago.

As soon as the magic cleared and those affected by it were on their feet again, Bella was sprinting through Rivendell as fast as her dress allowed her to. She could hear the others behind her, Legolas and Elrond hot on her heels with Aragorn not far behind them with the rest.

Snarls and clangs of metal reached her ears as she hoisted her dress skirts and leaped over the river to where the fighting was and stood between the wounded intruder, a protective one, and sentry.

"Hold your fire!" She ordered the sentry, watching as they immediately stepped down and away from those they were fighting before casting a glare over her shoulder at the other two when they snarled in return. "They're not intruders, unexpected guests but never intruders."

Only when the guards lowered their bows did she turn to stare at the pair before her with bewildered surprise. She could just feel the curiosity and tension behind her, see her friends coil and bared their teeth more at the crowd behind her with weapons.

Interesting...

"I had never thought that I would see friends of old here in my home." Bella supplied, her eyes never leaving the shattered look of the person before her. "But I am glad to see you never the less. "Hello Peter, Jasper."

Author Note: Yeah, originally it was Paul and Garrett but Jasper and Peter won the poll…