I'm sincerely hoping you guys are like this, and I'm sorry if anyone is waiting for me to update my other stories. I just can't help myself when it comes to new ideas of fics.

Pairings: Belle Baggins/Aragorn

Belle Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf

Belle Baggins/Fili (I like this paring the most)

Rating: T

The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.


He used to be one of the most important figures in Mirkwood, or what he used to know as the Greenwood. There was only one person with more power than him and that was his father, Thranduil. Here, in Eryn Vorn, he was treated just like any other elf and it made him happy; but at the same time he was frustrated since he could never convey his thoughts to others without restrictions.

If Legolas wanted to talk to someone else he would have to make sure he was carrying some paper and charcoal with him.

Some of the times he didn't even try to communicate with the other Air Benders, all of them were Masters and he was the only Apprentice for that Spring when the four arrived at Eryn Vorn. So his two Masters were the closest to him besides Fili, Belle, and Aragorn; though it hardly mattered to the elf. For he was happy in the trees, in the air, and anywhere that gave him freedom really.

Legolas was the most happy out in the open and really hated to be confined to rooms for large amounts of time; he took to sleeping in a hammock hanging hundreds of feet off the ground. Other Air Benders slept like this but in a hammock in their own house, and since the Air Dorms were empty the Air Masters were more than happy to let Legolas do as he pleased. As long as it didn't hurt anyone or kill him; his own Masters being alarmed at the thought that one wrong turn in his hammock could send the prince to his death. They later learned he was a serene sleeper that rarely moved in his bed, and let the issue go without an argument.

His masters were peculiar to say the least, both were elves and were rather intimate with the other.

Faenion and Ellahir were his Masters and they were quite possibly the most passionate people he had ever met; both had claimed they were simple wood carvers from the Mirkwood. Both knew him and over time he grew to understand them; they had originally left the Mirkwood together after evil began to creep into the once lush forest. They claimed that they had carved for many of Thranduil's court and even for the king himself!

"I remember it like yesterday my Prince. A courier had arrived at our workshop with a sealed message from your father, and inside was an invitation to the Palace. We wore the best we had and arrived at the correct date at the right time and were shown to the King and Queen. Your mother was heavily pregnant with you and requested a crib. One that could be mobile and easily accessed," Faenion began one day.

"She wanted wheels on the bottom of the legs so your Father could easily move the crib to their bedside at night, and we worked on that damned thing night and day. Trying to find different ways to make the thing move and it was made of the most expensive materials we had available. We carved it from great blocks of yew," Ellahir grinned as he remembered the crib Legolas had as a babe.

His other Master obviously wanted to put his own gold in the tale, "It was a completely round crib and we spent most of our money and time on it."

"Then we presented it to the Queen and she absolutely loved it."

"Completely, but your father was not so easily swayed and managed to find the smallest chip on the side of a wheel," Faenion lamented.

"We had to re-do the entire thing! And this time out of red cherry wood instead of the yew the King requested, your mother just kept changing her mind on the kinds of wood we had available and what she wanted," Ellahir continued where his husband left off. Legolas merely listened to their story as they told him of the different times they made his crib.

"Three times, we made that crib three times. Each time the King found something wrong and eventually your mother was set on a birch wood crib with the history of your forefathers carved into the sides painstakingly. Her command to keep the crib saved us our sanity and she would not be swayed to change anything about it," finished Ellahir.

Legolas smirked at the thought of his mother overruling his father but it was a bittersweet thought; he couldn't remember that much of his mother. There was nothing left to remind any of the late Queen of the Greenwood and all he had left was fading memories of the Queen. He grabbed his charcoal and journal and wrote to the two.

My father always had a critical eye.

"Critical eye? More like impossible expectations," Faenion laughed out.

What was she like?

Ellahir smiled as he remembered the radiant Queen, "Ah, a lucky man many called your father. She came from humble beginnings in Lorien and I met her when I was training to be a member of the Guard. Never made the cut, but she really did make the room brighten when she walked into it." Legolas was only in his third century of life when she passed, too young to really remember his mother.

"She always had a trail of suitors after her and turned down each one of them! Then your father came along and she told him no as well," Faenion told him.

"Daft bastard couldn't take no for an answer," Ellahir commented from his spot from Faenion's lap.

"Spitfire she was."

I wish there was something of her in the Palace. There is no memory, nothing of her at all. Her gems of starlight are in a dragon's hoard and Father never talks about her.

"Can you blame him?" Faenion asked.

"If I lost Fae, then I wouldn't know what to do if I survived from Fading. He's a strong man and I believed he only held on for so long is because of you, my Prince. You're the only evidence that you mother ever lived," Ellahir pointed out. His long brown hair was caressed by Faenion's slender fingers as they slid through his hair.

You think he still lives?

"Somewhere in his heart he knows you do, and so he lives for the day he can see you," Ellahir smiled at the Prince reassuringly, "It is all he has left in this life." Legolas nodded as the two elves grew mischievous all the sudden, and Ellahir rose his head out of his husband's lap and looked to the Prince.

"What about you? Do you have a reason to live?" Faenion asked.

"I've seen you walking about with that grin on your face, don't try to fool me. Who's the lass or lad you fancy?" Ellahir questioned.

I hardly know what your talking about! Legolas wrote as fast as he could before throwing the journal at Faenion. He gulped when the blonde didn't just read that message but he skimmed through the pages previous, trying to find something that proved their suspicious. The prince jumped up in an attempt to take his journal back but Ellahir held him down.

The grin on Faenion's face had him on edge as he found one page in particular, and all Legolas could do was shake his head furiously when he began to read. "My dear Belle you need not ask for help, I will always provide it!" he read out as the prince tried to elbow his way to Faenion. Ellahir held him tightly as his husband read out the sappy sentences from Legolas and Belle's conversations. "Your laugh is like bells, how can you forget the sound of that? It is like the chiming bells in the Summer breeze. If anything you should rem-" before he could say more Legolas had managed to get out from Ellahir's hold and tackled the blonde.

He grabbed the journal and stuffed it into his pocket with a blush on his face, and Ellahir couldn't help but to tease the poor prince.

"Belle, is that her name? A beautiful name for a beautiful laugh," Legolas tried not to look at the two Masters.

"A hobbit name is that not?" Faenion asked and was rewarded with a nod.

"I think I know her, Hildigard's apprentice is she not?"

"Yeah that might be her, little lass with them big eyes?" the blonde asked Legolas but the prince just refused to answer anymore. The blush on his face was a permanent red and the two Masters relented in their attacks. "Sorry, its just so fun to rile you up," Faenion told him with a pat on the shoulder. Legolas shrugged off his Master's hand and refused to interact with them at that point.

"Legolas!" Ellahir called out playfully, "We're only messing with you!"

He still didn't respond.

"Fine, you were done with the day's lesson anyways. Be back at the height of the night for your next lessons," Faenion acquiesced. The prince nodded before walking off, leaving the two Masters in the clearing by themselves. "Sometimes I worry for him Ellahir, I really do," the blonde Master murmured quietly.

"At least he has someone to reign him in. That Belle lass may be young but she has a good head on her shoulders, she'll know what to do with him."

"He's not the only one she worries about."

"I know Fae, but if Legolas is anything like King Thranduil then he has no problem."

"I hope so Ellahir, I really do."

~.~.~.

Anger coursed through his veins as he fell for the fifth time that night; the branches slicing his body as he fell through the canopy and towards the forest floor. The Air around him refused to conform to his will and he crashed into the ground harshly.

"Try again Legolas."

"The Air is a patient Element and it takes time to master any technique."

Despite Faenion and Ellahir giving him encouragement the prince couldn't find his peace and silently cursed his luck, he was very impatient and Air took time to Master. By this time in his life he felt as if Eru was laughing at him, for it was a pain trying to keep his cool while learning. While Legolas was used to working hard to accomplish his goals he wasn't used to working so long to do so. As an elfling he mastered archery without a problem, and he even beat the best swordsmen in spars only months after his first lesson.

It was his second year apprenticing under Faenion and Ellahir, he had yet to perform half of the techniques he learned without a hitch. There was only a handful of techniques that he had perfected but Faenion and Ellahir had been practicing their Element for many centuries and they technically claimed the title of the eldest Masters but they were immortal beings. The other races mainly focused on age in their own way of determining seniority and excluded the elves from that, so the Fire Master Willow was the oldest Master in the three other races.

The two elves from Mirkwood had seen Eryn Vorn grow over the years and watched fellow Masters come and go, and to them seniority didn't really matter. All they really needed in this world was the other.

"Legolas, do you want to retire for the night?" Faenion asked from his perch on a tree branch. The prince nodded from his small crater in the ground and pulled himself onto his feet, and he cringed at the pain that engulfed his left arm. "Go see the Water Benders before you go to dinner!" the blonde yelled as he and Ellahir gently soared through the air towards the town.

With a slight limp he made his way over to the Water Masters' houses; he figured that if were to bother anyone at night it might as well be Belle, since she was a friend. The little hobbit would no doubt help him if she were awake, but it would only be if she were awake; Legolas had no desire to wake the girl. Her house was small as befitting a hobbit, and it was nestled in the branches of an old yew tree.

He pushed open her door cautiously and stepped into the small building and having to hunch down in order to keep from hitting his head on the low ceilings. A small light in her study flickered and he made his way over to the doorway.

Communication between the two was a daily battle that they fought, and if Legolas didn't have his journal with him he would try to mouth the words he wanted to say to her. Her eyes were normally vigilant and caught mouth movement easily though sometimes it would tire her out as she deciphered the words spoken, or in his case not spoken. Most of the time it was either Fili or Aragorn that helped convey messages for the two and it was mainly Legolas' side of the conversation that needed conveying.

In a small chair next to a desk was Belle, her arm was strewn across her little desk and he smirked at the shattered glass bottle of ink on the ground. Her little fingers were still wrapped around a quill in her slumber and the few books she had were thrown on the floor. Her long curly hair was spread around her head like a halo as her large feet dangled just inches above the ground. Legolas smiled at the hobbit before picking her up carefully and bringing her to her bedroom; he cringed silently when he hit his head on the low doorway.

Her room was bare with only a tiny chest and a small bed with a single pillow and a thick wool blanket; Legolas nudged the blanket aside and lay her down. Even though his arm was throbbing in pain the elf ignored his needs in favor for the young hobbit getting her sleep, she needed it more than he needed healing.

Belle took on a separate occupation and she was an assistant to the librarian, and while there wasn't a lot of books in Eryn Vorn the little library made up for it. An Earth Master called Gilraen looked over the small archives, he was the child of an elf and a human; the Master was also a damn good father of three little elflings. He had made the library his project and wrote book after book concerning the Elements, and in order to be able to spend more time writing he got an assistant. Belle just so happened to be the person who got the position, but by the Valar was it taking much of her strength.

There were words that he wanted so desperately to say in that moment and he couldn't. It killed him to know that Belle would never know what he sounded like, and it hurt more that he wouldn't be able to even utter words to her. He cursed himself for this folly but he wouldn't place blame on any at all; he understood what his father was going through when he suffered from the Call. Legolas was the only thing that Thranduil had to cherish in this life and he couldn't blame Thranduil when he selfishly tried to keep that happiness.

But in this moment the prince would love nothing more than to say 'Sleep well Belle.'

His heart clenched as he pulled her blanket over her body and turned to leave her house, and he knew it was likely that she would not even know he had been there. It was alright, he would not begrudge her for such a thing.

Legolas stretched the moment he left her house and grimaced at the sore muscles being pulled on, he'll ask her on the morrow if she can heal his arm but for now he would endure. For now sleep sounded good.

His hammock rested far above the other buildings in the trees and it gave him the closest place near the stars. It made him feel like he was back in the Woodland Realm and his father would be by his room with his evening meal before-

No, he refused to think of the decades he spent locked away from the world; Legolas would not wish that kind of torture upon anybody. Back in those days Legolas was painfully aware of his fading voice, seeing as it was the only sound that filled his large and empty room. He wished for the time were he had been allowed to jump along the trees and feel the wind on his face. In that time he had been cut off from the outside completely and Legolas wanted nothing more than to feel the air blow his hair into tangles.

"Legolas?" the elf turned quickly on the balls of his feet and looked to the young dwarf behind him.

Fili was rather quite for a dwarf and was the exact opposite of what his father told him dwarves were. This one was not greedy, vain, or self-centered; no he had a golden heart and was quite generous and trusting for a dwarf. If Legolas had to trust anyone to have his back it would be Fili.

He nodded his head in acknowledgement and Fili spoke clearly, "Is Belle asleep?"

The elf nodded and Fili looked straightforward, and it slightly unnerved him how the blind dwarf could stare directly into his eyes. "I hope you've been well. Has your road to Mastery been going good?" Legolas shook his head and gestured for Fili to walk with him and the dwarf grinned brightly at the invitation and followed the elf. Legolas was leading him to his hammock and smiled as he walked up the little spiral staircase that he made go up the tree his hammock rested in.

"Is Air that hard to Master?"

Legolas nodded and Fili sighed.

"It was the same with Earth, its just so... stubborn. Don't worry though you'll get it soon," Fili reassured the elf, who smiled at the encouragement. The dwarf frowned when he felt the vibrations in the tree slowly run out from his field of feeling. "Where are we?" he asked but got no answer in return. His eyes widened when he felt Legolas leave his view and then appear suddenly as if suspended with only a few pieces of rope holding him up.

"You bastard! Scared the life outta me, thought you fell off the tree," Fili exclaimed as he felt the vibrations move once more. He took that as a sign to continue talking, "I wonder what you sound like, and I wonder what you look like. Hell I wonder what everyone looks like," he murmured as he took a seat on the branch that supported one of Legolas' ropes. "Its hard not being able to see, but it may be harder not talking or not hearing. I can hardly imagine what you and Belle go through," he smiled softly as he gazed upwards to the sky.

"I miss seeing the stars with my brother, I miss being able to watch the leaves rustle in the wind. I guess you miss being able to tell someone 'Good morning' or 'How have you been'. It must have been tough for you huh? Roughing it out for centuries without a voice," Fili droned on. Legolas raised an eyebrow from his hammock and looked at the dwarf, normally the young Master was rather ignorant to the world. Now, however, he had shown that he was far more observant than he was given credit for.

"See you later Legolas, and I'll just assume you want to say 'Bye Master Fili'. Just an assumption of course since you could be wishing my death instead," and if he could Legolas would have laughed, "Bye!" The prince smiled as he heard the pitter of Fili's steps get softer and softer, eventually leaving him all alone in the trees with his thoughts.

Yes it was hard not being able to talk with others, but it was something he had grown used to. Legolas was okay with people looking down on him for his Punishment as it was their opinion and not his. Another bright side was the fact that Thranduil's Council might never see him as an heir, they probably never had since he was young. It wasn't like he even wanted to be a King.

If anything he would much rather be happy, just like Faenion and Ellahir; to find the person he wouldn't live without.

I think I found that person, I think I could never live if Belle died.

He smiled as his arm pulsed in pain.

Yes, if she were to perish in this cruel world, I would surely follow.

~.~.~.

"Winner Legolas! Next opponent is the Master of Air, Faenion, please step forward!"

Legolas watched as Ellahir limped out of the Arena and felt at his head, hands making sure his hair was still there and was soon disappointed to find that a chunk was cut underneath his ear. "Get some of his hair for me Fae!" the brunette called out, "Make him bleed!"

The prince and Master took their stances and waited for the presiding Air Master to call for them to begin, both blondes were calculating the other. Looking for any sort of blind spot or opening in which they could strike. "Begin!" and the two kept their stances as they started to circle around. Legolas watching Faenion's feet and without hesitation he sent a gust of wind after he saw the slightest opening.

Faenion cartwheeled over the gust of air and let himself fall forward before quickly catching himself with an arm; he retaliated by kicking his foot out to swipe the Prince off his feet. He wasn't expecting Legolas to perform a roundhouse kick and nail him in the face, the Master was sent flying as Legolas' kick forced him to the edge of the Arena. He had to get on the offensive if he wanted to have a fighting chance.

The blonde was proud of his student, he had taught Legolas to be ruthless and unrelenting in a fight. He had the upper hand and he was determined to keep it, even if it meant really injuring Faenion.

He felt his back hit the rough wood that separated the Arena from the official stands, where the other Air Masters sat, and coughed a little. His bright green eyes widening at the sight of blood staining his white pants. Faenion got to his feet quickly enough to avoid a sharp slice of wind by tucking down and rolling under the Wind. Using his weight to pop his back onto his feet he immediately noticed a difference, his head felt lighter.

Fuck no.

His student just stared in shock as Faenion felt at his hair and noticed it was sharply cut at an angle right by the top of his shoulders. The elves and dwarves in the audience were mute as the Master's fury grew, and Legolas watched in slight horror as those emerald sharp eyes flicked to him. From the sidelines Ellahir merely sat in his seat and watched as his husband's luscious blonde hair flutter in the wind. The Water Bender next to him did even spare a glance as he was human and didn't take hair to the extremes like they did.

Taking a strong stance Legolas waited for the Master to begin his assault and let him take the strike, it was payment for his hair as well as Ellahir's. It was a second later when he felt it, a strong gale that blew him off his feet. Legolas would have cried out in pain as he flipped through the air with very little grace and hit the unforgiving ground. His leg flared in agony as he rolled onto his feet and he looked to see his white pants lashed open and soaked with his blood. His own hair remained intact as he was assaulted with a barrage of attacks.

The wind cut his body wherever possible, his exposed torso and arms were slashed with the piercing winds and he raised his arms to protect his face. Before he knew it Faenion was in front of him and drop kicked the prince square in the chest and watched with satisfaction as he was literally sent through the wooden stands. His body was severely wounded and all he wanted to do was sleep.

But he wanted to be a Master more.

He struggled as he pulled himself up using the broken wood of the stands' support beams, and with great effort he circled his left hand around the right. Bending the surrounding air into a little ball of swirling gales and watched with anxiety as it got bigger and bigger as Faenion got closer and closer. "Come out Legolas!" the Master baited as Legolas bent more and more air into the ball. A crazy idea went through his head for a second, but fuck it why not?

Faenion grinned as he approached the hole in the stands and the Masters leaned towards him slightly, trying to get a good look at what was happening. Without warning Legolas burst out from beneath the stands on a ball of air that he stabilized with one foot while his other leg was folded underneath his bottom. His arms were kept close together but with a small flick of his hands he sent Faenion back a few feet.

Before completely obliterating him with the little ball of air.

The prince jumped off the ball and used his arms to keep the ball in motion and sent it directly to Faenion where it shredded him to pieces, figuratively of course.

When the Master couldn't be woken by the proctor he grinned brightly when he heard, "Winner is the Master of Air, Legolas!"

He did it, he was finally a Master after so long and all he could think of in that moment was Fuck yeah!

A Water Bender had come up to him and offered to heal him wounds, which he declined as politely as he could; this was his history. It showed the hardships he had been through and the fact that he had triumphed over them. They would not turn into scars, something ugly that marred the perfect porcelain that was his skin; no, instead he viewed them like tattoos. Something that enhanced beauty not deteriorate it.

"My the Wind guide your heart Master Legolas," the proctor said and Legolas nodded in acknowledgement.

Taking his leave from the Arena, Legolas made his way to the Mess Hall. His wounds were clotting nicely as his muscles stretched and pulled at the wounds and while some tore further. Despite all that the smile on his face never once faded and he slipped through the doors and made his way towards the Fire Benders table. Aragorn looked up from the corner of his eye as he cut into a piece of chicken on his plate and took in the elf's appearance.

"Have you become a Master?" he asked in his monotone voice and that grin on his face answers his question. He had just turned twenty-three and was currently taking on his fourth class, while Legolas had quite literally just became a Master.

"Who's a Master?" Fili asked as he climbed into his seat with Belle taking the one next to Legolas.

"He is. By the looks of it just recently," Aragorn commented as he ate his food.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to heal you?" Belle worried over him but the elf just smiled and shook his head. She nodded but kept that look on her face, the one that made him want to let her do as she pleased, and he nearly cracked then and there. While he really didn't want to worry her, he also didn't want to give these trophies up.

Fili grabbed a bunch of rolls and some slices of ham from the large platters, while making little sandwiches he saw a bowl of mashed potatoes. He shrugged and plated some on his plate and Belle's plate. "Don't worry about him Belle. He's like me a little, remember when I left the Arena with that huge gash on my back and wanted to keep it? Its like that, its a symbol of our victory," he said as he passed a couple sandwiches over to her. His bad table manners always grated on her nerves and she berated him when he got on the table to hand Aragorn and Legolas their own sandwiches.

"Sorry," he murmured sheepishly as he sat back down.

Legolas was amused to say the least, since he had first met the hobbit he had noticed a certain demeanor about her. She held herself like people in his father's court, her chin up and her manners never far. Belle had been very adamant that they used their manners like any hobbit would, and they didn't have the heart to correct her. Well, Aragorn did but both he and Fili made sure that he didn't say anything to upset her.

The hobbit and elf had taken some lettuce to put on their sandwiches as well as some condiments, while Aragorn just finished off his chicken before digging into the food Fili gave him. It wasn't often that they ate together, but they did every now and then.

"Congratulations Legolas, I knew that you would beat Faenion and Ellahir!" Belle chirped, trying to let her worry calm.

"I heard from some Air Masters that he chopped off Faenion's hair!" the blind dwarf added as he scarfed down his potatoes.

"Manners Fili!"

"Sorry!"

Aragorn looked at Legolas and inquired if that was indeed the truth and Legolas nodded, his face guilty as he remembered how he took both Master's hair albeit Ellahir only had a little gone. "Mahal Legolas, you didn't have to take their hair!" Fili cried out. The elf cursed the fact he didn't have his journal or charcoal with him and looked at Belle with a defeated look on his face.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to," she said and Legolas nodded frantically, "See!"

Sometimes the hobbit was just as benevolent as Yavanna herself.

~.~.~.

The blonde elf didn't move once from Belle's bedside, he had been there holding her hand as they took out the arrow. He wiped the sweat off her face as the healers stitched her wound up, and he held her down when the elves had applied a poultice to her wounds. Legolas willed away her tears of pain as she jerked in the aftershocks, her phantom wounds kept her awake in the night.

All this time he had not once thought about leaving her alone in this pain, even going as far to request some thread and needles from the Rivendell Elves to repair his clothing. Anything to keep him idle and by her side, since it was the least he could do. For she had done so much more for him, many things that he couldn't even dream of doing for her.

He wasn't the only one that stayed near Belle through the entire ordeal.

Belladonna was very stubborn just like her daughter and did the things that Legolas didn't do, such as change her daughter's clothes. Or get the girl to the bathroom so she could relieve herself, and she sure as hell was not letting the elf bathe her. The woman would just hold her daughter tight whenever Legolas slept at night and sang softly into the ear's that couldn't hear.

It killed her knowing that her precious baby girl would never be able to listen to her mother's songs, to never hear the comforting lyrics that would have calmed down anyone. She was forever alone in her silent world and it broke Belladonna's heart, or rather completely shatter what was left of its remains.

Fili had curled himself at the bottom of her bed in the first three days, taking his place as her silent guard dog. He jolted whenever someone entered the room but calmed down after he realized that they meant no harm.

Last but not least was Aragorn, who spent every spare moment with her, and he kept a vigilant watch in the corner of the room. Whenever she was awake he kept her company just like the others did, not wanting her to feel alone at all. His traitorous heart was screaming in jealousy when Legolas or Fili held her in their arms, but he always pushed it back.

He did his best to keep himself in check but in his mind he knew that he had to let himself feel this emotion; especially after being without it for so long.

The Company didn't really try to keep them from Belle and the Benders and Belladonna didn't attempt to get near them; they were more than happy to stay with Belle in the healing ward. Her shoulder was sore by the end of the first week and she was sorely sorry that she missed the dwarves eating dinner, because if it was as funny as Fili told her than she missed out big time.

"Do it again!" one of the twins exclaimed as they watched Legolas zoom around on his little air scooter as Belle called it. The company were playing a very dangerous game of toss-the-vase while Thorin and Balin watched with mirth. Belle smiled as she felt the area she was shot in. The young hobbit followed the others examples and decided to keep her scar proudly. It remained hidden under the dress her mother made during her spare time on the road and Belle just adored the dress, because it reminded her of the Shire dresses she grew out of as a faunt.

Belle giggled as the twins tried to catch Legolas as Fili and Kili spent some overdue time together; the two running through the gardens and fighting like any underage dwarf would.

She watched happily when she felt a tap on her shoulder and the Lord Elrond stood before her, and a very flustered Belle got to her feet and bowed. Though the lord was taking none of that, he calmed her with a hand raised and he gathered the attention of all in the courtyard. "I need to speak with Thorin Oakenshield as well as Estel, Legolas, Fili, and Belle. If you do not mind, then please follow me," he turned in a very elegant manner. Leaving the entire group there in a stupor until Thorin and Balin began to follow Elrond.

She looked at Aragorn and Legolas as they made their way to her and Fili ran over, not wanting to be left behind.

"What do you think this is about?"

"I don't know Belle," Fili said and in his mind Legolas mirrored his words.

The Prince of Mirkwood felt just a little apprehensive about the lord's need for them to be there, but followed none the less.


Fili's little back story is coming up next! Hope you all enjoy!

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