Chapter 4! And one you have all been waiting for! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you to those who have followed and favourited this, love you all! Happy Easter!

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Familiar Faces

Aragorn, the Hobbits and I finally arrive in Rivendell where Arwen meets us and lets us know that Frodo is alive and resting. They got to Rivendell in time for Elrond to heal him. We all breath a sigh of relief at hearing the news. The hobbits immediately leave to be by Frodo's bedside.

I smile at Arwen and leave to give them some privacy and go to my room where I bathe and change a blue elven dress with silver lining on the sleeves, hem and neckline with the sleeves flaring out at the elbow. Once I finish my braids, I leave my room and decide to take a walk around the elven city.

I take in a deep breath of air as I reach the gardens. It is nice to be back in Rivendell once more. I have only been back a few times in the past seventy seven years, but every time I do return, Elrond has took me under his wing and helps me learn about my elven culture. I really do appreciate everything that Elrond has done for me since the passing of my family.

As I am walking around, I stop as I look to a bench and my breath catches in my throat. Sitting on the bench, writing in a thick book, is a hobbit. An elderly hobbit with white hair, wearing a white shirt, beige waistcoat and beige pants. I smile as I can only think of one other hobbit who would be here.

"B-Bilbo?"

The hobbit looks up at hearing his name being called. He stops when he sees me and his eyes go wide after a while.

"Faron?" he asks in surprise.

My smile gets wider. "Bilbo!"

I hurry over as he stands while laughing.

"Faron! My dear Faron!"

I drop to my knees when I reach him and hold him close. It has been such a long, long time since I have seen my old friend. Just over fifty years. I dared not go back to Bag End once I left. The memories were still too raw for me the last time I was there.

We pull away after sometime and he takes my face into his wrinkly hands. "Oh Faron. . .it is so good to see you again, my dear. It has been far too long."

I give a small smile. "It has. I am so sorry for staying away. There was just never a good time to go back. Especially since. . ."

Bilbo shakes his head as he kisses my forehead. "There is no need to explain. I understand. Come, sit with me. Tell me what you have been doing since I last saw you."

Bilbo sits on the bench as I sit on the ground, my arm resting on the bench as I tell him of my adventures, including the battle to retake Moria thirty years before and with Balin becoming Lord of Moria, which surprises the Hobbit.

"So, he managed to take back Moria?"

I nod. "Mhm. I suppose since Azog and Bolg were defeated, it became. . .I wouldn't say easier as such, but more managable because they didn't have a leader this time."

He nods. "Have you heard from him since? Or Oin and Ori?"

I shake my head. "Not for over twenty years. There are times I fear that something has happened. . .but, this is Uncle Balin. For an old dwarf, nothing can keep him down."

Bilbo smiles as he pats my hand. "I'm sure he's fine Faron. He might just be busy ruling over Moria."

I smile back. "I suppose you're right."

I look onto the bench to the book I saw him writing in. It's a red leather book with the letters 'BB' writing on the front in gold thread. Noticing me looking at the book, Bilbo slides it across towards me.

"You can look."

I smile at him before I turn it around and open to the first page;

'There and Back again; A Hobbit's Tale.

By Bilbo Baggins.'

I look up at him. "Is this. . ."

He nods with a gentle smile. "I started writing about our journey a few years ago."

Looking back at the book, I flick through the pages and have to smile when I come across some drawings. Drawings of his sword, Sting, (which we have a laugh about Balin calling it a letter opener), the three trolls that captured us early on. The page that catches my eyes, is of a drawing of Fili, Kili and I sat around a camp fire, smiling and laughing away as if we didn't have a care in the world.

I swallow the lump in my throat, blinking back tears as I gently and carefully run my fingertips over the image of my brothers.

I feel Bilbo take my free hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Do you go back to the mountain?"

I nod as I tear my eyes from my brothers to Bilbo. "I do. Every year for Durin's Day. . .after I stayed away for the first ten years. Dwalin almost killed me when I finally returned.

Bilbo chuckles before he pauses for a moment. "Do you. . .do you go to the tombs?"

I slowly nod as I take out my picture frame from my pocket and open it to see my father as well as my brothers. "Always. I often go once, maybe twice a week while I'm there. Sometimes I'll sit in silence, other times I won't stop talking. I'll just talk and talk about anything and everything." I start giggling. "I often talk to Fili and Kili about when we were cleaning up in Bag End after dinner."

Bilbo groans, which makes me laugh more.

"I thought I was going to die that night by you and your dwarves, never mind a dragon!"

"You have to admit, it was fun. And, we didn't break anything, we got everything cleaned up."

He chuckles. "That you did, you were efficient with that, I will admit. How did the song go again?"

I smile as I start to sing the song, patting the bench in time with the rhythm. Bilbo even surprises me by finishing the song with me;

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

We both laugh together before I look back to the picture of me and my brothers, smiling sadly at them. I sense Bilbo watching me.

"How have you been since we parted?" he asks me.

I sigh. "Coping. Not well, but coping. I lost my aunt, Fili and Kili's mother, a few weeks after returning her to Erebor, so that was difficult."

Bilbo takes my hand. "I am sorry, Faron."

I smile at him. "Don't be. These things happen."

"But they shouldn't. Especially to you and especially not so many deaths."

I sigh again. "Maybe so. Yes, I get upset when I think of them, but I also think of the tradition with dwarves on how they value scars as badges of honour and pride. I have many and the biggest scars on my heart, which I proudly carry as each of those scars belong to the loved ones that have passed, and there they will remain until I am able to join them at last."

Bilbo smiles. "That is a nice way of looking at things."

I give a small chuckle. "I have to look at the positive side of things, other wise I would go mad."

He squeezes my hand. "I have worried about you the past fifty years. I always ask Gandalf about you when he comes. He reassures me as best as he can, even though he hasn't seen much of you either."

I look to him in sudden remembrance. "Oh! Before I forget, Gandalf told me a little something about you. You have been keeping secrets from me, haven't you old friend?"

He looks to me for a moment before sighing in defeat. "You mean the Ring."

"Yes, I mean the Ring. I'm not mad that you kept it a secret from us. I'm actually quite relieved you did find it."

He looks to me in shock. "You are?"

I nod with a grin. "Who else would have gotten us out of the dungeons of Mirkwood?"

We both have a good laugh at that, especially remembering the reactions of the dwarves when they found out about the barrels.

For the next few weeks, I spend a lot of my time with Bilbo, the both of us catching up on the years we have missed. Gandalf arrives a few days after us, battered, bruised and bloody. I find out that the White Wizard, Saruman, has betrayed the Order and is working for Sauron, which worries me.

Once Gandalf has rested for a few days, he joins Bilbo and I as the three of us talk away, both of them also smoking their pipes. This visit to Rivendell must be the first time I have truly smiled in a long time.

It is now October 24th and I am sitting on a bench with Bilbo as he continues writing in his book, with me telling him some information so he can finish it off. Hearing cheering, I look up and smile as I see Frodo embracing Merry and Pippin. Frodo looks over and smiles as he sees Bilbo. I gently nudge the old hobbit and nod towards his nephew. He looks over and smiles as he sees him.

"Bilbo!" Frodo exclaims as he runs over.

"Hello, Frodo my lad!"

I smile as they both hug each other. I pat them both of the back and leave to give them some privacy, shooing the other hobbits away as I do so.

I take some time to myself and find myself yet again walking through the beautiful gardens of Rivendell, something I cannot help myself doing everyday.

"Faron!" I hear a deep and familiar voice shout from behind.

Looking back, I smile as I see Gloin and Gimli stood there grinning at me.

"Gloin! Gimli!"

I run over, Gloin holding out his arms, where I fall to my knees and hold him close, causing him to chuckle as he hold me just as close. Pulling away from him, I embrace Gimli and he embraces me back, patting my back as he does so.

"Oh! It is so good to see you!" I say as I pull away, smiling at them both.

"Aye, as it is to see you, lass." Gloin replies, a grin on his face.

"How have you both been?"

"Good, good. We have been good. And yourself?"

"I am good too."

"That is good to hear."

"And the others?"

"They are good too. Well, all apart from Bombur who has gained weight again." Gimli replies.

I sigh. Ever since we had retaken Erebor and Bombur settled into his life in the mountain, he has been eating a lot more and has been gaining more and more weight.

"Does he still require help to move?"

Gloin nods. "Before we left it would take six dwarves just to get him to the dinner table."

"Oh Bombur. . .I bet Bofur's teasing him about it though?"

Gimli chuckles. "Oh yes. There's never a day that goes by without his teasing."

I smile as I think of the always happy dwarf before turning to them. "What are you two doing here in Rivendell anyway? I would not think you would come here?"

Gloin shakes his head. "We would not have, except Dain sent us."

I look to him in surprise. "Dain? Why?"

Gloin seems to struggle with the next four words. "To ask for help."

I raise an eyebrow. "Help? Dain is asking the elves for help?"

"It's about Balin and the others."

I nod in understanding. "You all haven't heard from them either?"

"No. And needless to say, we're getting worried."

"So am I. I have often thought of going back there, just to check on them, but something always holds me back."

Gloin nods. "We've come to ask Lord Elrond for advice with the situation."

"Well, I am sure Elrond will answer any question, queries or worries you have."

"That's what we hope for." Gimli replies sadly.

I give a small smile and pat his shoulder before turning to Gloin. "Gloin, there's something I want to show you."

He looks to me. "What is it?"

I smile as I stand and get them both to follow me. They do so and I lead them back inside, to the balcony I left Bilbo and Frodo on. Walking ahead of the dwarves, I stand in front of the two. They smile as they notice me.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but Bilbo, I have someone who you would want to see."

He looks to me before Gloin's voice interrupts him from behind.

"Bilbo Baggins!"

Bilbo's eyes go wide as I step aside and he sees the two dwarves.

"Gloin! Oh my goodness! How wonderful it is to see you again!"

Bilbo and Gloin embrace each other and I smile at the happy reunion.

"As it is to see you again, old friend." Gloin says as he pulls away. "How has the quiet life been treating ya?"

"It was strange to get used to it again, I amit. But I was happy to be back home." he looks to Gloin's white hair and beard. "You're getting older my friend."

Gloin laughs. "Aye, but still as handsome as ever."

Gimli and I let out similar snorts of laughter, causing Gloin to look at us. "Hey! You two are not too old for me to clonk your heads together!"

I instantly stop. The last time Gloin did that, Gimli knocked me out for nearly a week!

Bilbo laughs before he looks to Gimli. "And this must be Gimli."

Gloin's chest puffs out in prid. "Aye. This is my boy."

Gimli steps forward and bows. "Gimli, son of Gloin, at your service."

Bilbo gives a small bow back. "Bilbo Baggins at yours." he then puts his hand on Frodo's back and pulls him forward. "This is my nephew, Frodo Baggins."

Frodo bows to them. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Master Gloin."

Gloin nods his head to him. "As it is to meet you, young Frodo."

After introductions are made, the four of them sit together and talk. I smile as I quietly leave, letting them talk.

After a moment of walking, I stop at a balcony and lean against the railing, looking over the garden as many thoughts go through my mind. It makes me extremely happy to see all of my friends in one place again. Gandalf, Bilbo and Gloin in Rivendell with me. . .takes me back to the last time we were all together during the Quest for Erebor. I smile to myself of memories of that time flicker past my eyes.

Suddenly sensing another presence, I look to the right and down the stairs and freeze, my heart skipping several beats when my eyes light upon him. The Prince. He's standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at me with as much of a look of surprise as I am giving him.

I give him a slightly nervous smile. "Legolas. . .it is wonderful to see you again."

He also smiles as he walks up to me. "As it is to see you, Faron."

I smile at the knowledge of him remembering my name. "How have you been?"

"I have been well, thank you. What about you? How have you been since. . ."

"Coping. I have my good moment and my bad moments. . .but I am doing well. How is Tauriel?

He looks away in grief and my heart sinks. "She faded a few months after the battle."

"I'm sorry, Legolas." I say as I lay a hand on his arm.

He gives me a sad smile as he squeezes my hand.

"Thank you. Are you attending the Council tomorrow?"

I nod. "I am. Yourself?

He also nods. "I will be. I must apologise, but I have somewhere I need to be."

I smile. "There's no need to apologise. I really am happy to see you again, Legolas."

He grins as he takes my hand and leans over to place a feather light kiss on my knuckles. "As am I to see you."

He lets go of my hand and walks away, allowing me to let out the breath I has subconsciously sucked in when his lips met my skin. I look at my hand, still feeling the tingles and trying to keep my rapidly beating heart from escaping my chest. Resting against the railing, I look up at the sky.

"Oh adad. . .is this how you felt with amad? How you knew she was your one? If so. . .I'm in trouble."

"So. . .at least I now know who your elusive man is." a voice from behind startles me.

Spinning around, I see Aragorn grinning as he is leaning against a pillar, watching the direction Legolas took as he left.

I gave him a reprimanding look. "Your mother and I taught you better than to eavesdrop on another's conversation."

He turns his grinning face to me. "After seeing you and Legolas standing so close. . .I could not help myself." he walks over as I turn my gaze back over to the gardens as the sun starts to set. "How long has that been going on?"

I give him a scolding look. "Nothing is going on, Aragorn. Legolas and I were barely friends. I was a prisoner in his dungeons for a time!"

"It didn't look like just acquaintances from where I was standing. Faron, you know you have been like an older sister to me, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"Then as your brother, I urge you to follow your heart, like you told me to do with Arwen. You have both already wasted seventy seven years of your life where you could have gotten to know one another. . .don't waste anymore."

"Estel. . .even if I were to follow your advice. . .what could I possibly have to offer him? He is a prince and I'm. . .I'm an elf raised among dwarves who doesn't even know where she truly came from."

"Do you think he would truly care about something like that? From what I have just seen. . .I don't think he considers you as just an acquaintance, or a friend for that matter. . .I believe you mean more to him than you realise. Open your eyes and your heart. . .it has been close for far too long."

He then kisses my head and leaves, leaving me with much to think about. Is he right? Could I mean more to Legolas than I realise? I know he means more to me than I could possibly imagine. . .even since we first met, not counting me almost maiming him, there's been this spark between us, made even more so when we started talking to each other in the dungeons. As a child, I had always imagined what my future would be like. Returning home to Erebor, watching father being crowned King with my brothers and I by his side and all of us living in the mountain alive, together and happy. Falling in love with the son of my father's nemesis was never a possiblity in my mind.

I sigh as I place my head in my hands. "Mahal, help me."

There we go! Chapter 4 done and Legolas is back! Woohoo! Next chapter is the Council of Elrond! Please leave all of your lovely reviews! Love hearing from you!

Translations;

Adad - Father

Amad - Mother