Four days after the Midwinter celebration that Tham Angol had hosted, Harry stood in the Entrance Hall fidgeting in her dress robes. Ron was glowering at her side, as he'd been ever since he saw Krum arrive with Hermione on his arm.
Harry couldn't help but feel vaguely hurt that he hadn't said anything to her when he saw her in her dress robes. All of the other girls that had come down the stairs to greet their dates had scored a compliment, but Ron had just grouched about her acting like a girl and slouched towards the portrait hole. She hadn't really expected to feel like she looked pretty, but Lavender, Parvati, and, oddly enough, Ginny, had piled into the fourth-year dorm and practically accosted her with Sleekeazy's, several complicated sounding charms, and what seemed like an entire array of beauty products both magical and non-magical.
The end result was that she had been buffed, polished, braided, powdered, and tweezed within an inch of her life, hardly recognizing herself when she was allowed to look in the mirror. Her bottle-green dress robes made her look older, and for once her hair was neatly contained in a complicated fishtail braid. Lavender had done something with her eyes that made them stand out, and Ginny had carefully applied some sort of sweet-smelling gloss to her lips that made them shiny. She'd found herself holding her breath when she came down the stairs, but Ron hadn't said a word.
And then, of course, they'd found out who Hermione was taking as her date, and he'd very nearly exploded if it weren't for McGonagall passing by at that exact moment. Even now he was practically vibrating with rage, anger nearly palpable as they lurked in the Entrance Hall with the rest of the Champions and their dates, watching the last stragglers arrive and waiting for Tham Angol.
Just as McGonagall reappeared, the doors swung open, admitting Glorfindel, resplendent in a shade of gold that managed to compliment his hair. Unlike most of the dress robes, which varied from very muggle-like appearances to older wizarding fashions, he was wearing a robe that fell below his knees but stopped somewhere above his ankles, split in the front to reveal his matching trousers and the soft brown boots they were tucked into. A length of nearly sheer white fabric was attached at both shoulders with intricate clasps, falling both in front and in back, much like a sleeveless overrobe, and a golden circlet of entwined flowers rested on his brow.
As he passed, Harry realized that there was fine white embroidery on his robe, but her attention was soon distracted by the pair that followed him.
Legolas wore something similar, but his robe was in forest green, and his trousers the brown of rich soil. The fabric clasped at his shoulder with silver clasps to match the silver of the fabric, which was echoed in the silver circlet he bore: plain, but someone had tucked sprigs of holly behind his ears. Gimli too had silver accents and circlet, but he was clad in a long russet-red robe that brushed the tops of his boots, a wondrous gem hanging on a thin silver chain around his neck. Both of them had their hair braided, far more intricately than Harry's own fishtail braid, and she thought she saw the glint of metal in their braids before they followed Glorfindel into the Great Hall.
Bilbo and Thorin were next, the shortest member of Tham Angol in a rich blue overcoat with a silver waistcoat and dark trousers. Despite the chill of winter in the Highlands his feet remained bare, which absolutely baffled Harry every time she saw Bilbo. Unlike the others, he wore no circlet, only a wreath of winter flowers settled upon his head. Thorin was wearing the same blue in his tunic, half hidden under a long, fur-trimmed coat she was reasonably certain she'd seen him wear before. They looked strikingly like a king and his consort, she realized as they passed, for all that Thorin's crown was of oak leaves, and she was drawn back to her memory of the celebration three days earlier, which Fili and Kili still insisted was part of their Yule celebrations.
"The King Beneath the Mountain, the King of Carven Stone!" Kili had sung, cavorting around his uncle with his fiddle.
"The Lord of Silver Fountains shall come unto His Own," Fili echoed, both boys boisterous and cheerful beyond anything Harry had seen from them yet.
"Now lads," Glorfindel had said, coming out of the tent at that moment. "Merry you may be, as you should, but here there is none of that."
"Doesn't change a thing," Kili protested, pausing in his capers. "We are who we are, even when we were starving in Ered Luin. Didn't change the blood in our veins."
Thorin grunted irritably, toeing his nephew none-too-gently. "Mind your elder," he said.
Kili put his nose up in the air. "Shan't," he said primly. "He's just a lord, mind you."
"A Lord of Ondolindë," Bronach had said from where she was sitting across the fire with Sirius lying at her feet, her betrotheds bracketing her. Harry was still processing the fact that Ginny had spent the entire morning explaining that triads were rare, and usually confined to magical twins and their chosen spouse, but accepted. "That must count for something, considering the age of Ondolindë."
"Ah, but Gondolin was young compared to the manses of the Deathless," Gimli said, gesturing with his mug. "For his halls echoed with the song of hammer and pick 'ere this one's ancestors set up their fancy forest."
"That's been long debated," Legolas said from where he sprawled by Gimli's feet, letting Luna braid his hair whimsically. "Whether Thingol met Melian before or after Durin looked in Kheled-zâram."
"You tell him off then," Glorfindel laughed, gesturing at Legolas. "After all, you were not only neighbors, but rank equals."
"And listen to a son of Thranduil?" Fili gasped in mock horror. "Hardly!"
"What a camp of nobility we have here," Bronach said with a roll of her eyes. "Such as myself should kneel at your feet."
"Kings and princes, lords aplenty," Elladan remarked, looking sly. "And you one of them, my lady of Aughaire."
"Pish," Bronach said with a laugh. "Pretensions to a class far above my standing. The Trév Gállorg are not ones to recognize rank."
"All here have the right to wear the marks of rank accorded to them," Elrohir said firmly, covering her hand briefly with his own. "You are not the least of us."
"That would be me," Bilbo said, looking up from the journal he was writing in. "I believe."
"Nope!" Kili exclaimed, bouncing over with his fiddle, fingers dancing lightly over the strings. "You're our uncle after all!"
The rest of the afternoon had quickly devolved into music and laughter, and Harry had put thoughts of kings and princes and lords out of her mind, but now, seeing them with circlets of precious metals and arrayed in material far finer than Harry had ever seen, she couldn't help but wonder.
Fili and Kili were dressed much like their uncle and Bilbo in blue, but Fili's accents were gold in contrast to Kili's silver, complimenting their respective complexions if Lavender's magazines had taught her anything about fashion. Kili winked at her as they passed, and Fili nodded, both of which Ron must have seen because his glower got even darker.
Harry's attention was quickly drawn by the last group to enter, and they took her breath away.
Elladan and Elrohir were attired in much the same fashion as Glorfindel and Legolas, but they were wearing charcoal gray, the cloth of their overrobe so sheer it looked as if it was smoke. Silver circlets of thin vines rested on their brows, but the overrobe was affixed with clasps that looked very much like the same type of copper that Mrs. Weasley's cooking pots were made from.
They matched Bronach's copper circlet, hers of finely braided wire, but unlike the others, she wasn't wearing dress robes, but a long gown similar to the one she'd worn when they announced their betrothal. Unlike the gray she'd worn, this dress was vibrant crimson, accented with black. Beyond her circlet, she wore only her betrothal rings and a strange black stone on a pendant around her neck. Her hair was braided up in the same intricate fashion as Legolas and Gimli, and several beads glittered in her hair.
"Champions, if you would line up please?" Professor McGonagall announced, shooing the Tham Angol delegation into the Great Hall. Glorfindel had already swept through, but the others were still lingering briefly, exchanging polite greetings with Hermione from the looks of things. Obediently, they left off their conversations, but Bronach snagged Fili and Kili before they could pass through the doors. Glancing at each of them, she tipped her head contemplatively and seemed to be considering something.
"She just can't get enough attention can she?" Ron groused irritably, not bothering to keep his voice down. "No loyalty to her own school at all."
Harry closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, Bronach had sent Fili away and was talking briefly with Kili. Cho and Cedric were talking quietly, looking quite happy with each other, Fleur and Davies at least looked content with each other, and Hermione positively glowed with nervous excitement next to Krum.
Suddenly, she didn't want to spend the entire evening with Ron and his foul attitude. She'd only get one Yule Ball, and she didn't want Ron to drag her mood down. "If you're going to be a foul git, I'm not going to take you as my date," she said quietly.
Ron looked flabbergasted for a moment, and then his face darkened even further. "Fine," he spat, stomping off towards the Great Hall. Harry had a moment of relief, and then she realized that she would be the only Champion without a date and panic set in.
"Pardon me, Miss Potter," a voice said, and she looked over to find Kili and Bronach standing next to her. "But if you wish to be accompanied for tonight, may I offer my services?"
"Yes please," she said frantically, seeing McGonagall sweeping towards them. Kili extended his arm, and they fell into line behind Cedric and Cho.
"Bronach was going to give me and Fili to you, but she figured you weren't ready for that much attention," Kili said softly as they waited for the doors to open. "But he'll be dancing attendance on you all night if you'll have him."
"He doesn't need to do that," Harry mumbled as Fleur and Davies started the line moving.
"You'll be doing him a favor," Kili chuckled as they approached the doors. "He's absolutely terrified of the hordes of young ladies that are going to descend on him."
There was no room for talking as they passed through the doors of the Great Hall, hit by a cacophony of noise until they reached the table where the Headmasters and other Champions were waiting. Kili pulled out her chair and helped her get settled before he took his own seat, and then she picked up her menu, studying it nervously. Aunt Petunia hadn't bothered to teach her more than the absolute basics of manners, and there were so many utensils, let alone the multiple plates and cups set before her.
"Don't worry, Bilbo's watching," Kili whispered conspiratorially to her. "He'll manage to let us know if we're about to use the wrong fork."
"Kreacher has arranged for an alternate menu for us," Elrohir said, leaning over so that Harry could hear them. "If you wish to partake, simply tap the table next to the largest fork."
"Excellent," Kili said under the cover of others at the table telling their plates various menu items. He tapped as Elrohir had instructed, and his plate filled with savory smelling meat, root vegetables, and his goblet seemed to contain the same golden mead he always seemed to be drinking.
Beyond him, Elrohir's plate seemed to have fish on a bed of greens, more of the same vegetables, and what appeared to be a bowl of diced fruit. Bronach seemed to have a similar meal, though her goblet had replaced itself with a tea cup. Making up her mind, Harry tapped the table next to her fork, and her plate filled with small portions of everything that was on the others' plates.
She was unsurprised to find the flavors similar to what had been served at Midwinter, and by the time the dinner was over, she'd finished most of what had been served to her, feeling comfortably satisfied. Then Dumbledore stood up, offering his hand to Madame Maxime, and she realized that the headmasters and Champions were supposed to start the dancing.
"I'm sorry if I step on your feet," she told Kili as he led her to the dance floor.
"Better you than me," he replied back in a cheerful undertone. "My boots are iron-shod."
There was a minor bit of amusement as Glorfindel approached Karkoff, clearly asking him to dance, only for the Durmstrang headmaster to sneer at him in clear disgust. Seemingly undaunted, Glorfindel collected Elrohir, who appeared to have lost whatever coin toss he and Elladan had conducted to see who danced with Bronach first.
Before anything else could happen, the orchestra that had been playing softly in the corner picked up its volume and speed, and the dancing started. Kili, to Harry's surprise, knew the steps well enough, and he ended up coaxing her to stand on his feet and let him steer them around the dancefloor. Yet none of them could hold a candle to Elrohir and Glorfindel, who moved around the floor as if they owned it, or Bronach and Elladan, who floated through the dance as lightly as a breeze.
When the song changed, Kili bowed politely to her, only to have Fili pop up at his shoulder. "May I have this dance?" he asked, a look of panic in his eyes, and Harry could only nod numbly, allowing him to sweep her back onto the dance floor.
"I owe you for this," he confided as other couples filled the floor. "All through dinner, I could hear them plotting how to get me to dance with them."
As they whirled past the edge of the dancefloor, Harry could see the girls focused on Fili, and several who were honing in on Kili. She shuddered, and let Fili get her feet up onto his boots to make their movements easier. "I'll do my best to keep them away from you," she promised awkwardly, not really interested in dancing all night, but most of the Hogwarts students were still unhappy enough about her general existence that her presence should be enough to buy both Fili and Kili some breathing room.
After Kili, Legolas politely asked her to dance, and that sparked a trend of Tham Angol students and staff dancing with her, until she had managed to dance with everyone, including the usually surly Thorin, except for Bronach, who kept trading between her betrotheds. By the time she'd finished up her dance with Glorfindel, who had whirled her around with a grace that Harry envied, she was in dire need of a moment to sit, and something to drink.
Bronach slipped off to the section of tables near the dance floor that her companions had commandeered, sinking gratefully into the chair Bilbo had saved for her. She watched the dance floor thinning out, the music fading into horrendously old classical pieces that were probably Crouch's idea.
She couldn't blame Percy, Percy had better taste than whatever the orchestra had been forced to dust off from an archive best left alone and undisturbed.
Another song, and she was feeling refreshed, though the dance floor was positively empty by that point. Potter and Hermione were talking with Viktor on the other side of the table, and she wondered where Fili and Kili had gotten off too.
Just as she shifted to look around for them, she heard a familiar merry tune cut across the orchestra. It wasn't anything horribly complex, a tune any minstrel or bard could be found playing in the corner of the Pony, but it put a smile on her face. Glancing up at the orchestra stage, she saw Fili and Kili had retrieved their fiddles and proceeded to usurp the musical entertainment for the evening.
"Are they going to get in trouble for that?" Bilbo leaned over to ask her, as Thorin glowered at his nephews, badly hiding his relief.
Glancing at McGonagall, who also looked badly relieved at the change of music, Bronach shook her head. "This night only got worse in the musical selection," she murmured quietly, making sure the students couldn't hear. "They're a vast improvement."
After a moment, she made up her mind, and called for Kreacher, telling him to get the lads her collection of sheet music and give it to them. As they wound down, having attracted some curious students back to the floor, she called out: "If you two can play Hills of Evendim, I'll get back out on the floor."
"Challenge accepted!" Kili shouted back, and the pair bent their heads over the music for a moment, until they nodded decisively. When she heard the familiar notes, Bronach got to her feet, beckoning her betrotheds forward.
"You too," she said sternly, gesturing for Glorfindel, Legolas, and Gimli to join her.
It was the smallest group she'd ever danced the piece with, but it was a familiar staple of Arnor. She'd learned to dance it around the fires on Tinnudir, and danced it in the high halls of Annuminas with the court. Now she stepped through the first section, graceful as she could, aware that Glorfindel and Legolas were keeping pace with her, while the others formed the outer circle. They met in the center for a moment, a long drawn out note, and then it changed, and Bronach whooped with the others as they spun apart, finding Elrohir across from her with a wolfish grin.
"You're not going to trip me up this time," he taunted, and she met him, grin for grin.
"You wanna bet?" she replied, and then the lads' fiddles picked up the tune, setting a speedy tempo. Her skirt flared around them as she kept her feet through the trickiest set of steps, well aware that Elrohir was matching her step for step. Hearing the familiar run of notes, she raised an eyebrow at him, and they spun, swapping positions so that he was on the inside of the circle, and she pushed herself up into his cupped hands, allowing him to throw her across the circle, half a beat ahead of Glorfindel. Tucking herself into a flip, she landed in front of Elladan, picking up the steps with ease, keeping pace until the familiar riff of notes led into him tossing her as his brother had, this time in sync with Glorfindel so that they clasped hands briefly in midair before she forced herself right side up and landed just in time to complete the last few steps with Elrohir.
"You've gotten better at this," Bronach took a deep breath, trying to settle herself after the exertion.
Elrohir squeezed her hand as applause broke out around them. "You almost had me at one point," he said, glancing at Legolas and Gimli, who had stuck with the less flashy, but still tricky version of the steps, since Gimli refused to toss or be tossed. Both were quibbling good naturedly over a missed step or something.
A fresh tune came from the fiddles, and Bronach laughed as she watched the orchestra start packing up, clearly resigned to the fact that their stage had been co-opted for the night. "Sounds like we've headed south to the Shire. Bilbo, this is the one about the dance, right?"
Bilbo nodded as he joined them on the floor. "Might I steal you away?" he asked, winking at the twins.
"For Ballroom of Romance?" Elladan said with a grin, tisking at the hobbit. "If I didn't know you better Uncle Bilbo, I'd suspect you had designs on our betrothed."
Bronach laughed and allowed the hobbit to lead her away, glad to see that Elrohir was coaxing Ginny out onto the floor, while Gimli was shoving Legolas towards her younger self. Pippin and Merry had made sure that several of the Shire tunes were included in the court's repertoire, and Bronach had always enjoyed their merry nature, and the way several of the stuffier southern nobles turned up their noses at the simpler fare.
When that concluded, Elladan swept her off to dance to another of the more common tavern songs, thankfully lyricless so as to preserve the students' innocence, before the lads waved her over.
"We want to play something we can dance to, but we're stuck up here," Fili said, fingers dancing over the strings of his fiddle lightly. "Can you do something about that?"
"For a few songs," she said, eyeing the enchantments on the stage. "Anything you have in mind?"
The lads exchanged a glance. "Uncle's probably going to kill us, but do you know Hammerdeep?"
With a grin, Bronach shuffled through her ream of music, pulling out the pages and contemplating them for a moment. Spinning a few enchantments, based strongly on her memory of dancing to the song in Erebor, and then in the reclaimed halls of Khazad-Dûm, she released them, letting the strains fill the hall with the deep thrumming of the drums.
Both lads abandoned their fiddles, leaping out onto the floor. Gimli wasn't far behind them, Legolas trailing on his heels. Thorin looked torn, but Bilbo chivvied him out onto the floor, just in time for the first beats to start.
She left the vocals in Khuzdul, willing to preserve the usual guttural tones that fleshed out the piece better, and let herself be whirled into the circle with the others.
Thorin, as was his right as the highest ranking dwarf in the room, took the center position, leaving the rest of them arrayed around him. She did catch him giving both Legolas and herself a strong side eye, but she tilted her head so the beads she'd been allowed to wear, proclaiming her dwarrow-friend and a member of the Fellowship, as well as the braids indicating her proficiencies, crafts, and betrothed status, and he conceded. Most of the time, Bronach didn't bother with all of them, but they did look nice when she put her hair up, and it was a formal event with a monarch present.
Her feet thumped the floor, as loud as she could be in her slippers yet easily drowned out by the iron-shod boots that the dwarves wore. As the vocals started, she stepped easily to the side as prescribed by the dance.
Legolas had abandoned her when the song started, playing from invisible speakers, and Harry sank eagerly into her chair as she watched him join Bronach, Gimli, Fili, Kili, and Thorin in the center of the dance floor. Unlike the other songs, the drums throbbed heavily, a steady heartbeat that seemed to consume the entire Great Hall. Their footwork was as precise as it always was, though Bronach and Legolas looked markedly out of place among their companions, absolutely too tall, and a hair too fluid, too graceful for a song with such a strong beat.
It came to the end, and there was a burst of surprised applause, and then Glorfindel was intercepting Bronach, speaking softly to her. She rolled her eyes, but rummaged through the sheaf of papers once more, and a new tune played. Half of the Tham Angol delegation returned to their seats, but Elladan and Elrohir joined Bronach on the floor, as well as Legolas, Gimli, and Glorfindel.
Once again, the lyrics were in a foreign language, this one different from the last, but Harry could swear she saw the group mouthing the words. Scooting closer to Bilbo, she realized he was translating for Thorin and his nephews.
"Sing of the Northmen, in their raiment gray, holding their lands for the coming of the king, sing of the Northmen, in their raiment gray," Bilbo said, scrunching up his face slightly. "The rhymes get lost in the translation, but that's effectively the chorus. I believe it's called The Song of the North-Captains."
"Huh," Fili said, watching the dancers. "The steps change with each verse."
"They've sung of Halbarad, lost on the Pelennor," Bilbo said with a nod. "They sing now of Daervunn, who took his place as northern steward. Ah, and this next verse is of Calenglad."
Bilbo paused for a moment, listening, and then looked briefly puzzled. "I'm not certain what that man was doing with the lake, but...ah, the twins."
Bronach, Glorfindel, Legolas, and Gimli stepped back, forming a loose circle, as Elladan and Elrohir faced each other and moved through mirrored steps, keeping perfect pace as what Harry assumed their verse was played in the background. With matching sly grins, they slid into the gaps in the circle on either side of Bronach, each giving her a little shove as the chorus played, just enough to send her stepping into the center of the circle as the next verse began.
"She did not expect that," Kili laughed, watching as Bronach eyed her betrotheds skeptically, and then she cocked her head to listen. "Wait now, this verse…"
"...the North's red flame," Bilbo murmured, something like comprehension in his eyes. "She's named among the captains."
"And she didn't expect to be," Thorin rumbled, looking vaguely amused. "Oh, they are quite cunning."
Harry watched as the circle splintered, the group separating out into pairs again, and with one last repeat of the chorus, they dissolved, and Bronach took her betrotheds, and Glorfindel, to task as they headed back towards the tables, a new song starting in the background.
"When did you write that?" Bronach was demanding as she came within hearing range. "I've never heard it sung before."
"Daervunn's idea," Glorfindel said blithely as he dropped gracefully into a seat and reached for a goblet. "And they sang that verse whenever you weren't present, so that way he didn't have to hear you complaining about it."
"He's going to hear me," Bronach grumbled, accepting a goblet from Elrohir. "Waiting until dagor dagorath will give me plenty of time to come up with something."
"Meleth," Elladan murmured, so low that Harry barely heard it, "you deserve all honors for your service, and while the court may never have heard it sung, the Dúnedain certainly honored you for it."
Bronach made a face at him as she set the goblet down, but Elrohir's hand soothed down her back, and she leaned into the touch. Harry watched, half-envious at the clear bond the three shared, wondering if she would ever share something like that herself.
"Dance with me?" Fili said, startling her. She looked up to see him holding his hand out, a wild look of panic in his eyes. "The girls are starting to whisper and stare at me again."
"Of course," she said, looking for Kili, but he was safely ensconced next to Thorin and Bilbo, looking smug, but the relief was clear in his eyes. Fili led her out onto the dance floor, where they joined the other students that were retaking it after Tham Angol's showier displays. The music kept playing, mostly from whatever Bronach had done to the music stand, but occasionally Fili and Kili would get up with their fiddles.
During one of those times, Harry was asked to dance by Viktor Krum. Shooting Hermione a wild look, she was not reassured when her friend waved tiredly, sinking into a seat by Bilbo and accepting the glass he offered her. Awkwardly, Harry allowed herself to be steered out onto the floor, placing her hand in Krum's and the other on his shoulder.
"Herm-own-ninny say you are Seeker?" he asked, guiding them around a pack of students clumped in the middle of the floor.
"Just for our House team," Harry hurried to say. "We saw you fly at the World Cup. The Wronski Feint was brilliant."
Krum shrugged. "It vas okay," he said. "Vhat broom do you have?"
"A Firebolt," she replied, and to her great relief, they talked Seeker strategy for the rest of the song, after which Krum returned her to the tables that Tham Angol had monopolized, and she spent the rest of the night alternately dancing with Fili or Kili, or sitting with Bilbo and Thorin.
"Let us walk you up to your dormitory?" Fili said, helping her up. She winced as she stood; her feet were aching after so much dancing.
"Thank you," she said, slipping her arm into his, and doing the same with Kili on her other side. They moved with Tham Angol into the Entrance Hall, and Viktor and Hermione joined them on the walk up the stairs to Gryffindor tower. All three of their dates bowed politely at the portrait of the Fat Lady, and then started back down the stairs, quietly talking between themselves.
A half hour later, out of her dress robes with a freshly scrubbed face, Harry lay on her bed, wondering how she'd managed to have as much fun as she had, when she'd been dreading the ball for weeks.
AN:
There's a lot of music I reference in this chapter, so I'm going to be brief in my attributions:
"The Hills of Evendim" is based on "The Hills of Ireland" performed by Celtic Women.
"Ballroom of Romance" is also performed by Celtic Women.
"Hammerdeep" is an original song by Clamavi de Profundis which I thought fit well with Tolkien's dwarrow.
"The Song of the North Captains" is based on "Òran na Cloiche" or "The Song of the Stone", and my version chronicles the influential captains and captain-adjacent of the War of the Rings-era Dúnedain in the Northern Kingdom. Specifically, Halbarad, Daervunn, Calenglad, Elladan, Elrohir, and Bronach (though as noted, her verse was omitted whenever she was around due to Daervunn not wanting to argue with her about whether she "deserved" such an honor). Daervunn and Calenglad are LOTRO characters that briefly appeared in Steady is the Hand.
Translations:
Ered Luin: Blue Mountains, where the dwarrow of Erebor dwelled during Smaug's occupation of the mountain.
Ondolindë: Quenya for Gondolin. Bronach is being polite to Glorfindel, whose birth language was likely Quenya, and Quenya was likely spoken by most of Gondolin's Noldorian population. Glorfindel, having spent plenty of time among Sindarin speakers, does not care, but appreciates the gesture in the manner in which it was offered.
Kheled-zâram: Mirrormere, the lake outside of Khazad-Dûm/Moria, referenced by Gimli in his poem about Durin/Khazad-Dûm in Fellowship of the Ring. Again, Legolas is being polite to the dwarrow members of the group by using the Khuzdul name instead of the common name.
Aughaire/Trév Gállorg: Hillmen of Angmar from LOTRO, mentioned in Steady is the Hand as the ones who took in Bronach when she arrived in Middle Earth and gave her the name "Bronach".
Dagor Dagorath: the foretold last battle of Arda/Aman when Morgoth basically causes the apocalypse. Think Ragnarok.
Meleth: Sindarin for "love", used here as an endearment.
Dúnedain: Sindarin for "Man of the West", used to denote those of Numenorean descent. The bloodline is running very thin by the end of the Third Age, with a few exceptions.