So here we go. I'm attempting to rectify the issue of my updates and the time between each one. I cannot make any promises at this time but here is Chapter 14 in the mean time. :)

Elrond, quickly assuming his laid-back demeanour, and listened as Gandalf explained about the troll hoard, before calmly responding and telling two different tales, neither of which about Thorin's or Gandalf's swords. I became incredibly confused very quickly. The stories he was telling were myths back in Panem, but here they were taught in the history lessons.

He picked up the sword I had picked out for Peeta carefully, as though he thought it would break, though it looked stronger than any sword I had ever seen.

"Originally forged in a dragon's breath, this sword was said to have been wielded by Arthur Pendragon, legendary King of the Kingdom of old, Camelot. This sword, known, in other worlds, as 'The Great Sword', 'The Sword of Justice' or 'The Sword of Power'. This sword aided Arthur in battle countless times and his greatest enemy was slain by this blade. It was reported to have been thrown to the lake of Avalon after the King's death." Elrond's words faded out and he proceeded to place down the blade, just as carefully as how he'd picked it up.

Elrond diverted his gaze to the smaller sword on the table, breathing deeply before reaching out and taking it in his hands, flipping it over twice before speaking.

"Forged by my ancestor, Rhunon, the elven smith of the supposedly mythical Dragon-Riders. Zar'roc was once the sword of Morzan and, at one point, wielded by Eragon, both fallen Dragon-Riders. Originally translating to 'Misery' in the common tongue, legend says that Zar'roc can only be wielded by those with pure fire in their hearts." Elrond slowly put the sword down and a look of sadness flooded his face as he looked at the red blade.

"What is it?" I asked, wondering if the sword was somehow an evil blade.

Elrond cleared his throat and spoke again. "The sword was once used in the Dragon Wars, piercing the hearts of many Dragons, and their Riders, eventually being used to kill the last Dragon-Rider of old, Naegling. None have been seen or known about since." He proceeded to sit up straight, as though speaking the words somehow made it easier to speak about it. "There have only been 3 reported users of Zar'roc. Morzan, Eragon, and Murtaugh, whom went into exile soon after claiming the sword as his birth right." Elrond stood from the table and whispered something to the elf stood behind him before sitting back down in his chair again and sipping from the wine cup in front of him. The elf that Elrond had whispered to, scurried off and left the rest of us to sit awkwardly around the table.

The silence quickly became overbearing and I tried to think of something to talk about.

"Were the swords the only weapons you found in the troll hoard?" Elrond asked the group as we sat in the silence. I shook my head, remembering that the bow I had found in the cave was across my back. I stood up and removed the wooden weapon from my person, leaning over to hand it to the Elven lord, whom took it gratefully, looking it over carefully, a smile playing on his lips, before handing it back along with the 2 swords still lying on the table in front of him. "I regret to say that there is nothing special about that bow, Ms Everdeen." I smiled at the knowledge of having a weapon that was not incredibly famous. "Though I think I may have some arrows that may go well with that bow, if you'll follow me?" He stood from the table, to which I followed and he lead me through hallways and corridors and down stairs into an armoury. A well concealed armoury.

Elrond walked to the back of the room and picked up a quiver of arrows that seemed, to me, to be the exact same colour as the bow that was back in the dining hall with Peeta. I smiled gratefully at him and took the arrows, looking around the room briefly before noticing a silver battle trident, that looked alarmingly like that of the trident created for a famous victor back home, at the end of the hall, held upright in a stand that gleamed as bright as the weapon itself. Elrond clearly saw me looking at it and walked over to it, lifting it out of the stand and walking back to me, smiling as he did so.

"This is the most powerful of weapons we hold here at Rivendell. The Trident of the Sea god Poseidon. This was supposed to be a myth until around 5 years ago when the fragments of the broken weapon were found at the bottom of the sea just outside the borders of this city. The legends said that the trident was broken shortly after Poseidon committed suicide. " He stopped talking and looked at the weapon in his hands. "Some of the legends even claim that only a son of Poseidon can wield it's full potential."

"And have you found anyone that could wield it yet?" I asked, curious as to who, other than those from District 4 in Panem could wield such a weapon.

Elrond did not respond for a few moments until he turned to me, smiled slightly and sighed. "Shall we be getting back, I'm sure young Mr Mellark will be missing your presence"

"Of course" I replied, only just realising I had come here alone with the Elven Lord and had not noted the path from the dining hall to the armoury. I followed Elrond back to the dining hall.

As I walked through the archway into the hall full of dwarves, I saw something flying towards me and ducked to let it pass, laughing as Kili ducked his head in shame as I glared at him. I saw Fili clap him on the back and I carried on walking to plop back in my seat next to my father and Peeta, smiling at my husband and taking his hand in mine as I looked to Elrond again whom had only just sat back down.

"So, Elrond, you were telling me who could wield such a mighty weapon?" I nodded to the trident that was sitting against the wall behind the Elven lord's chair. The entire table looked to Elrond for an answer, to which he motioned for the elf behind him again. Peeta whispered in my ear that his name was 'Lindir'. The words I heard from Elrond's mouth were a shock to both myself and Peeta as he spoke to Lindir.

"Call for the young Demigod, tell young Finnick Odair that I require his presence."

So there we go. A couple of things really.

1) The Trident in the armoury is supposed to look like Finnick's trident from 'Catching Fire', instead of the typical Trident.

2) Yes, we introduced a lot in such a short space of time, what with Zar'roc, Excalibur and Finnick, but I think that this will happen a lot in a lot of chapters. Just a warning.

Anywho. Leave me a review or PM me with any questions/queries/etc. Much appreciated. :)