A/N: Hello there! Some explaining must be done. First of all, I was going by the movies mostly, changing nothing major or leaving hardly anything out, till this very chapter. I always like the book version of Rivendell more, where the company found peace for a short amount of time, where everyone became happy, even Thorin could be considered so. They've seen hospitality from the Elves, and nothing more. To make my point, I'll quote our beloved and wonderful Mister Tolkien himself.

"I wish I had time to tell you even a few of the tales or one or two of the songs that they heard in that house. All of them, the ponies as well, grew refreshed and strong in a few days there. Their clothes were mended as well as their bruises, their tempers, and their hopes. Their bags were filled with food and provisions light to carry but strong to bring them over the mountain passes. Their plans were improved with the best advice. So the time came to midsummer eve, and they were to go on again with the early sun on midsummer morning." (The Hobbit / Chapter 3: A Short Rest, pg 71)

The movie version didn't feel like this. It wasn't warm or welcoming, it only felt like tolerating. I will go by the book and do my best to reflect their splendid stay there and I won't call the White Council on them. It is also for the sake of my story arc. Hope you like it as much as I do. (ps: The book decision is only valid for the Elven chapters. I'll go back to the movies but you know my style so far, I might've make a mix of the book and the movies. And you'll never know what else I might do. ;) )

And now the thank you part:

Lisse Mirelien, BarbieBlue, Arocksprpl2, BIRDY21, DwarvenWarrior, . thank you all so much for your reviews. And as a respond to Lisse Mirelien, I think I gave you what you want!

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR JOHN RONALD REUEL TOLKIEN! :3

Here is a long one to enjoy, for I might not be able to update as quick as I was. Finals week baby, finals week.. ._.


Fai was speechless. He dared to pull his bullshit on her twice in the same day. As Kili turned his back against her and made his way into the depths of the cave, she felt her hands shaking even more. Thorin as well passed her by without a word, but there was a slight change in his glance. It felt as if she was barely less of a burden. Just a little less though, no need to celebrate. When Dwalin and Nori followed them into the cave, she tried to remember the book and the movie, to know what was going to happen next. Failed, her mind entangled in her anxiety.

"What the hell?!" Fai suddenly bellowed, however muted by a mouthful of fur. Her face was buried in some sort of furry collar and she startled even more after feeling a hand softly nestling on her hair. In the meantime, another hand was wrapped around her, pulling her closer to that mysterious someone, and his furry vest.

"You have my sword now, forever."

Then she knew it was Fili. He never sounded like that before. His voice was boiling with gratitude and astonishment. She didn't know what to do but to hold back a gasp, for he was holding her that tight.

"My warhammer, my axe and all my knives as well, for what it's worth." added Fili, loosen his grasp on her a bit. "You saved my brother, and I will never forget that. You put your own life on the line and helped him, without even knowing how to use a knife properly. "

Fai really felt like she had to say something. But feared she might start to cry. The intensity of his hug amended her breakdown to an earlier time. It was all too much. Seeing an Orc for the first time, running for the sake of her life, coming within a whisker of a Warg, it all felt too much. And then there was the worry she felt for the others. No one was in her sight for more than 30 seconds, and all that time she thought that some of them could really die, even though she knew it was impossible. The other thing was.. how she felt when she saw Kili lying under that beast, unable to reach for his sword.. It was like having all her blood frozen in her veins. It was indescribable and painful, but remembering his recent nonsense, she decided not to think about that infuriating dwarf anymore.

"I did what has to be done." Fai said, trying her best to keep her voice from trilling. "And, like you always say, it was pure instinct. I wasn't thinking."

You imbecile, it's not the time for crying, she said, mentally kicking herself for the tears forming on the corners of her eyes. In order to hide them she turned her face sideways and the minute she did, she accidentally held Bofur's gaze. The dwarf immediately noticed her eyes brimming with tears.

"Go after yer brother, lad. He seemed edgy." he came to rescue. Fili thoughtfully nodded and hugged Fai for the last time. A brief, yet strong and brotherly hug that made her feel safe. She thought how lucky Kili was, to have him as his brother. Fai never had any siblings, no one to look after her. It was the first time she ever experienced that kind of feeling, which made it all bittersweet.

Bofur gestured towards the depths of the cave, and had Fili walking through the narrow path in seconds. It was only him and Fai that left, the others might've followed their King while they hug.

"Yer alrigh' lass?" Bofur asked trying to sound casual. It was highly kind of him really, as Fai didn't want to make a scene of her tears. She was right about Bofur's eyes before; they were making him look like he was smiling, even at the times he doesn't. And looking at them made her heart warm up again, so she smiled.

"Yes, my dear Bofur. I'm fine. All those adventure overwhelmed me for a minute back there."

Bofur patted her shoulder like a proud father. "Yer more than fine love, ye poniarded them Warg right in the neck!"

"You've seen me yesterday," said Fai with a grin on her lips. "I'm full of tricks."

Bofur raised a laugh in response. It was amazing, how Bofur lifted her spirit. Couple minutes ago, she was still feeling the matted hair in her hands. The hair she tugged with all her power in order to climb on top of the Warg. She was still hearing how its spine cracked when she thrusted her daggers. Luckily, it all faded away. She had her marbles all together again, and it was time to follow the company.

After a little while they caught up with the group. The cave was not a cave anymore, they were walking on a path that happened to be a rift on a mountain. A crack, really. The path was extremely narrow. So narrow in fact, that Bombur got stuck in between the rocks every now and then, and needed a good, firm push to free himself. Fai felt grateful for not being the one who walked behind him, for the biggest push she could ever gave would only stir him lightly. They were doing their best to get out of that damn road as quick as possible.

She could see the daylight in the form of a bright crack, when she looked up. And it was the only thing that kept her going. She always hated these kind of situations where she felt like she couldn't breathe. It wasn't exactly claustrophobia but it was something quite similar.

Then Fai began to hear the noise. That soothing, vibrant noise that overspread through the narrow path. They kept walking, and minutes later when the mountain finally gave way and the company found themselves standing on a balcony of rocks, she understood. It was the voice of hurrying water in a rocky bed at the bottom. There stood The Last Homely House, enclosed with countless waterfalls and cascades. It looked so sublime that each and every one of them felt so insignificant against it. Even the air was different there, it was warmer and lighter. It had a taste and it tasted really good, sweet, yet not in an overwhelming way. The relaxing smell of the pine trees filled their noses and made them a tad dizzy.

"The land of the Elves. You tricked us, Gandalf!" snarled Thorin. But it was only him who had an objection and despite this, his voice sounded not strong enough. He too, was fascinated.

"We are expected," said Gandalf, "This ahead of us is Rivendell, where Elrond lives. He is an honorable Elf Lord, as wise as a wizard and as kind as summer. You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield." He looked into his eyes persuasively. "You need food and rest, your clothes is to be mended and tended to be, your wounds."

The word food heated up the dwarves, notably Bombur and surprisingly Bifur. Ill-at-ease, Thorin, only bowed his head in the meaning of consent and they begin the walk again, this time on a wider and more comfortable path. They were going down to the valley, walking among the trees.

Bilbo was missing his footing occasionally, mesmerized by the beauty of Imladris by a long chalk. He couldn't break his gaze even for a second, walked, his jaw dropped, and his eyes brighter than ever. "Elves.." he mumbled, in pure admiration. Gandalf walked beside Bilbo and kept him from falling down, each time he stumbled. The wizard was delighted by his adoration. For a good change, most of them felt in peace.

O! Where are you going
With beard all a-wagging?
No knowing, no knowing
What brings Mr Baggins,
And Balin and Dwalin
Down into the valley?

Couple of Elves, hidden inside the forest were stalking them, singing songs and laughing among themselves. Their voices followed the company as they kept walking, but they couldn't see any of the Elves. Bilbo laughed in awe when his name is mentioned, while Balin only smiled and Dwalin looked around for the owners of the voice, with a distrustful expression on his face. Thorin snorted condescendingly, thinking that the song was stupid.

A few more miles and lots of songs later, the road came to an end. As they stand on the entrance of the Valley, Elrond came to greet them.

"A little out of your way you are, quite a company! Welcome, to the Last Homely House East of The Sea."


It was amazing to be clean again. To not have tangled hair and wear clothes that hardened with Troll slime. When the Elves offered them clean clothes and a bath, Fai jumped on the opportunity right in that second. She took her time to let the fascinating scent of water sink in. Mahal knows when will I bathe again, she thought, and smiled at the phrase her inner voice chose.

After becoming squeaky clean, she finished her bath unwillingly. She smelt of daffodils and blackcurrant, and the clothes they gave her was plain enough as she has requested, yet, elegant. It was a cloaked dress in the color of blue smoke. It reminded her the blue of Kili's hood and she tried to shoo his image out of her head.

It's been an hour since Fai remembered his touch on her lips. The worry in his eyes, and his reckless touch.. He didn't mean anything by it, she thought. He wasn't even thinking. It was frustrating to think about him when all he did was to kick up a row on her. Twice. Not talking to her in a hundred years? So be it.

In another room, not very far from Fai's, there stood two dwarves. Sitting in their clean clothes in a room filled with sunlight. The blond one was fixing the braids on his braid, while the fair headed one just sat on the sofa with his hands united on the back of his head. He was studying the ceiling with pensive eyes. Fili decided it was time to say something, since they finally had a private moment to themselves.

"She cried you know. Fai. She cried when I hugged her."

Kili wasn't expecting it, any of it actually. "She wha- you hugged her? When? Why?" His eyes were double the size, and his voice went off its tone in stun.

"Easy there you little idiot, no need to go mental. I only hugged her to thank her for saving your ass, and nothing more." Fili didn't bother to hold his laughter back. The hinting grin on his lips made Kili even angrier.

"Not that I care! I just- I was just- Will you stop grinning for a second? You're so annoying!" blabbered Kili. He was furious with his tactless of a brother. That little-

He blushed so outrageously that his head almost started to radiate. He knew she saved him and that wasn't the deal. He wasn't taking it as a matter of pride or anything. It was just, Kili couldn't get that specific moment out of his head. The moment he saw her climbing on that damn Warg. He was positive that she was going to die. How idiotic was that really, to went behind a Warg's back when you don't even know how to use a knife, more importantly, when you are quarter the size of it.

Then he had seen her floating in the air and landing on the rock hard ground. The Warg had turned to her with savagery. Kili couldn't even remember the moment he took out his sword and kill that bloody beast before it took Fai down. Remembering it made him all angry again.

"Please don't make me talk about it. Don't push it. Every time I remember her running towards me, screaming, I lose it again. And I don't even know why I get so steamed up about it. Promise you Fili, this is no pride. She really saved me and I owe her." He sounded so desperate that Fili couldn't bear to went hard on his brother again. He just smiled at his brother and nodded in understanding.

"Alright, drop it. I'm famished you know, let's find Bombur. He's always where the food is."


Fai was lying on her bed when she heard someone knocking on the door. Was is dinner time already? She wanted to rest, more than she wanted food. It was the first decent bed she lied on since the beginning of their journey, which felt like it's been ages. However, it's not been even a week.

"Come in?" she inquired, thinking it might be a couple of Elves making sure if she was comfortable enough. It was Gandalf, nonetheless. She noticed that he seemed shorter when the room was high-ceiled. She straightened her back and sat on the bed.

"It's the first time you are clean since our path's first crossed." laughed the Wizard, making Fai laugh as well. It all felt surreal, being in Rivendell, wearing Elven clothes and joking with Gandalf on a sunny day. Felt like they've paused the game for a while, and started to play a bonus chapter on easy mode.

"Yeah," she said, "you have basically scooped me out of mud that night."

Gandalf didn't respond. Instead, he walked over the wide window ledge and sat quietly. Leaned his staff against the wall, and looked Fai in the eye, more seriously this time.

"I have a question for you, Lady Fai."

She didn't have any idea. Tensed up with anticipation, she nodded.

"When you saved Kili, earlier today. Did you-"

So that was it. She was relieved for having a proper explanation so she cut him right off.

"I only fix what I broke Gandalf, I swear on my life. Some things are not proceeding by the book, he shouldn't be left behind without an arrow. He was supposed to made his way in time. He didn't, so I made him.. You were right about me, my presence changes the course of things, without even doing anything."

The Wizard studied her in silence. He wasn't wearing his hat so the strands of his hair were colored in sunset. He looked.. Tired. It was rare for a grey wizard to encounter such thing that is this beyond his knowledge. And Fai thought she saw another thing in his eyes. Compassion. Oh, was she right. Gandalf was understanding her situation for the first time. She was more vulnerable than Bilbo, she wasn't a Hobbit. She wasn't belong to Arda, although she knew everything about it. He doubted if it was a privilege. It must be more of a burden, Gandalf thought to himself. This young woman in front of him was wiser than him in some ways, yet, she was too young to bear such responsibility.

"Alright, alright." said the Wizard. "I'll take your word for it. Now, there is something else.." he looked even more troubled and it made Fai angry for some reason. What the fuck now, she swore in her head. Don't give me that look. And then the frustrating truth dawned on her, it was so Kili of her. To lose temper, just like that. Or it was so Fai of him to lose his shit, she didn't know. One thing was certain, they were annoyingly alike, when it comes to anger. Nevertheless, she did her best to hide the frustration and remain silent.

"I'm thinking on bringing this matter up to Lord Elrond."

She didn't like that. Even though Elrond didn't seem like the other Elves she's been reading about, she still didn't want her fate to be in Elven hands. She shook her head no and was ready to argue about it.

"No. It doesn't make sense Gandalf. You were in existence long before him. You've seen all of it, shaping of Arda, Years of The Lamps, Years of The Trees and Years of The Sun.. Lord Elrond was born in the First Age, and not even in the beginning of it, if I remember correctly. You are wiser, Gandalf. I don't trust his opinion."

A little girl, who has knowledge on the Wizard's existence. He was agemates with Arda, and still there were things that could surprise him. He sent Fai a little smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"I've seen it all, and that is the reason why Elrond is more sane than I am."

Fai remained silent for Gandalf had a point. She imagined living that long, being immortal.. She'd go in a mad frenzy! Now it was clear why Gandalf was temperamental and always a law unto himself. It had to be pretty hard. Evicted from her thoughts, she chuckled at what Gandalf just said;

"And since when you are Thorin's long lost daughter to have mistrust against the Elvenkind?"

It was Fai's turn to shrug this time.


An hour after the sun set, all the dwarves, and Bilbo, were gathered around the dinner table made of stone. They were looking at their plates in desperation, not knowing what to do with the food that was unrecognizable to them. Bilbo sighed with hesitation, he was about to take a bite from the fruit that looked like pear.

Bombur on the other hand, jumped right in after a moment of hesitation. Filling his mouth in just a second, his eyes widened with amazement. "Ad if hi'm drinkin' waa-tuh" he sang out with joy.

"Pardon me?" asked Bilbo, looking around for somebody who understood what he said. Bofur, to his right, cracked into a laughter.

"He says as if he's drinking water.", he translated.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Bilbo inquired again, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Damned if I know." laughed away Bofur, and went back to the staring contest between him and his plate.

But seconds later, Bilbo knew what Bombur meant. When he finally took that bite from the pear-y fruit, he understood. It was so soft that eating it couldn't exactly be called as "biting". And it literally melted to the most delicious juice in his mouth, leaving an incredible flavour on his tongue. When he eagerly took another bite, his stomach could shed tears of joy.

The dwarves gave up one by one, and surprised by the taste of food as well. They weren't looking as happy as Bilbo and Bombur, but they instantly felt better to the pleasant surprise. Nori seemed to like the pink, fleshy fruit the most. It was more fibrous and even though its taste got nothing to do with it, chewing on it felt like meat.

Even Gandalf joined them after a while, took his place between Thorin and Elrond. Elves were all around them, moving as if they were floating couple of inches above the ground. Bringing armloads of fruits and cakes to the table constantly. Elrond looked one of them and pleased.

"Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin."

Dwarves exchanged glances in curiosity. Less than a minute later, Elves reappeared with carafes in their hands. They were filled with a clear, honey-colored liquid. After they had their places on the table, Elrond kindly spoke.

"Here brought to you Miruvor, the drink of revival. It would speed up the healing of your wounds, as well as it would heal you on the inside."

So they drank. An immediate warmness took over, as if the drink mixed with their blood in a second. It was sweet, as much as it was strong. Easy to swallow, yet took its time on their throats while going down. Every one of them felt calmer, besides one uneasy, fair headed dwarf.

"Where is she?" he grumbled. "I thought he was with Gandalf. Is she hurt? I never took a full look at her after- you know."

"After ye snapped at the lassie." Bofur interrupted. Kili had no idea how he heard him, and he felt his cheeks blushing again. Too much blushing for just one day.

Bofur's voice was not accusing, he seemed to amused by the laddie's worry about her, even. "She's not hert. I've check her by meself."

Kili bowed her head back to his plate again, without saying anything. His heart was eaten by the worry every second, and part of him thought that her absence was his own fault. He wanted her to join them, eat something, and drink from that liquid that was supposed to make her feel better. So he refused to eat as well, putting down the cake in his hand. Instead, he decided to drink.

"Sorry for joining you this late."

A second after her apology, Fai heard someone choking on his drink. None of them noticed her before she spoke, because of all the Elves bustling around with food and drink in their arms. That, and she was wearing an Elven dress. She looked radiant in it. Her dark, yet vibrant golden hair dangling down her shoulders, while her grey eyes shone brighter because of the color of the dress. She was addressing Lord Elrond when she spoke, with a kind expression on her face. "The room you assigned me had me tranquilized. I can't wait for the night to sleep again."

Elrond bowed his head in joy. "I'm glad we made you feel comfortable, my lady. Have a seat, food and drink will be served to you in no time.

Fai didn't heard, but Kili was mouthing Fili to make him call Fai over, elbowing him even, accompanied by some sort of mimics that made him look like he was deranged. The moment she faced the table, it all stopped and she heard Fili calling for her, with a hidden grin on his face.

"Fai, come sit against me or you'll starve. Bombur's eating for 5 over there."

She chuckled and seated herself against them. Trying her best to not look at Kili. It couldn't be more awkward.

"So it is nice seeing each other clean, innit?"

Apparently, being clean was the topic of the day. Back on Earth, she remembered the hot summer days where she showered twice a day. Back on earth, it was ages ago. She nodded with a smile on her face, she wasn't in the mood to talk about personal hygiene anymore. Instead, she took a bite from a cake she's been handed by some Elf, and instantly mesmerized.

"Damn this is amazing!" she Bombured. The ones who heard, and saw her grumbling something unclear with her cake-filled mouth, bursted into laughter. She secretly eyed Kili for a second, he was laughing up his sleeve as well. It's been a while since she saw his laughing. Although he's not laughing with her but at her, so be it. She was also cracking up anyways.

Fai ate and engaged in couple of small talks. Not a single word exchanged between her and Kili tho.. After a while, some of the dwarves left for the comfortable sofas behind, and some of them joined Elrond and Gandalf, who were telling the tales of old times. Gandalf was looking remarkably jolly, and Feywine was to be suspected. Feywine, the drink of Elves. Even a drop of it could keep Men, Hobbits and Dwarves captive in its hazy magic for months. No wonder why none has been offered to them.

When Fai heard a low, hesitant voice right beside her she accidentally bit her tongue. When the hell did you sit beside me?

"You haven't drank a single drop of this. Elrond said it has healing properties. Please, have some." It was Kili and he was looking as if he could run away any second, depending on her reaction. It was clear that he was waiting for some kind of a backlash from her. When finished his sentence, he quietly poured some Miruvor for her.

Her heart melted. He has paused being a lunatic for a while just to talk to her, to make sure she is going to be fine. She felt her cheeks burning and violently swore in her head. It was so sweet, so caring of him. She took the glass from his hands, trying not to touch his fingers. Lifted her head and held his gaze. She didn't realize how close they were sitting. Finally, achieved to open her mouth to thank him.

"You should drink some, not me. Maybe it would turn you into a sane person!"

It felt like someone else was talking, not her. She listened to the words she spoke as they escaped her mouth, leaving her utterly, completely mortified. Fai had no idea that she was still angry with him. What the fuck, why did I- how did I- How can you not now whether you're still angry at someone you bonehead, you-

And all she could do was to quickly got up and leave the table, taking the glass of Miruvor with her. It all happened so quickly that one could thought she vaporized.

Kili watched her as she left, totally dumbfounded. He couldn't even move, and couple minutes later he was starting to look like a marble sculpture of himself.


Ending Note: hahhajsdgahi i just can't.

Seriously tho, I'd like to know your opinions on my "Elf decision." What do you think about it?

also i'm going to end the disclaimer here: I only own my poor Fai girl, and nothing more. All hail to the King Tolkien, and PJ.