Here's chapter 16 guys.

We spent the next week and a half training at Rivendell. Every few days, Finnick would join us every few days, sparring with either myself or Peeta. In that time, the elves had given us new clothes to wear. Each of the dwarves in the company had, grudgingly, taken the clothes, hastily changing back into their original garb when the elves had washed and dried them before handing them back.

11 days into our training and, by 7 in the afternoon, the dwarves had retired to have their evening meal in the dining hall leaving myself, Peeta and Finnick training in the courtyard, Finnick and Peeta sparring in the centre as I took a break from testing out my new sword.

I sat at the side, observing the fight and stretching my arms and neck, noticing a sharp pain that had developed over the recent days. As I rolled my neck to rid myself of the pain, swinging my arms around my back, I noticed Gandalf and Elrond stood on a balcony. I was sure that they had not been there when I looked around earlier. It was clear that they were watching the two lads spar, quietly talking to one another, oh so obviously about one of us.

I glanced back to the fight to notice that both Peeta and Finnick were focusing heavily on each other, so I slipped through the archway and carefully but quickly made my way up the steps and around the corridor to where I knew the Elf and Wizard to be talking, stopping when I heard my name mentioned, and leaning against the wall to better hear exactly what they had to say only for them to begin speaking about Peeta instead.

"… the boy seems to show incredible resilience to it's power." I heard Elrond say. Power? I pressed as far as could towards the edge of the wall to listen. The two stopped talking and I could hear the clanging of metal as Finnick and Peeta continued to spar in the courtyard.

Minutes passed before the clanging ended and the shuffling of robes on the stone could be heard.

"That was extraordinary skill for a boy with little skill with a sword." I heard Gandalf say and was becoming increasingly confused as to why they were talking so oddly about Peeta.

"The legend of that sword should have driven him insane by now, Gandalf." Elrond replied, anxiety clear in his voice. Could they have been talking about the sword we found in the troll hoard?

Another pause occurred as the two stopped speaking, presumably to watch whatever was happening in the courtyard.

"There is only one clear possibility for it, even if it is incredibly improbable. He has to be a descendent of Arthur. There's no other reason for his skill with that sword." Elrond said decisively. That was impossible. "There hasn't been anyone since Arthur to be able to wield the sword fully and even the legends say that only a descendent can wield it… Gandalf, the boy must not find out. If he knew about this, no-one knows the limits of the power he would wield with that sword…"I turned away from the conversation, not caring about whatever else they had to say, walking down the corridor and back down the stairs towards the courtyard, finding Finnick and Peeta walking back up towards me.

"Where did you go?" Peeta asked. I smiled at him, trying not to show anything about what I'd just heard.

"I just went for a walk." I responded, turning to walk with the two of them up the stairs again and we walked in a comfortable silence through to the dining hall where the dwarves were still eating, despite having been there for at least an hour. Peeta joined the eating quickly, tucking in to the countless plates of meat that the elves had graciously provided for the company. Finnick excused himself. I knew being around the dwarves for very long made him uncomfortable. I made my way around the table in the centre and, piling my plate with the different foods that were provided, sat at the end of the table eating, trying not to show that my mind was elsewhere.

Jed came and sat next to me, giving me that look that clearly showed he knew that something was bothering me. I glanced at him, sighed and shook my head slightly before speaking.

"Have you ever found out some information about someone you love but you're not sure whether to tell them or not, for fear of losing them completely?" I asked my father, thinking deeply about what I'd heard in the corridor.

"Yes. But you have to consider how much you're willing to sacrifice for this person and how important the information would be, Katniss." We were silent again and I picked at my food, deliberating what would happen if I told Peeta what I had heard. Jed simply patted my back, kissed my temple and whispered 'make the right choice Kat', before standing and moving away, leaving me to think about my situation.

After we'd all finished eating and had settled down in a secluded courtyard (Thorin had decided that the elves of Rivendell were the same as Thranduil and were not to be trusted, and so, the rooms that were offered, were denied and Thorin, Jed, Dwalin and Balin had scoured Rivendell for a secure spot that we could bed down in), I made my decision and, standing in an archway, called Peeta over, to which he, obviously, obliged, clearly confused.

We walked through a couple of corridors until we found a balcony that we could talk privately on.

"Katniss what is this about? Is something wrong?" I could heard the anxiety in his voice and almost changed my mind. Almost.

"I'm just going to come right out and say this. You're a descendent of Arthur Pendragon, Peeta." I said, watching for a change on his face but all he did was narrow his eyes at me.

"Have you been drinking the elvish wine?" He responded, eyes still narrowed.

"No, Peeta, I have not been drinking the wine here. I overheard Lord Elrond and Gandalf speaking earlier and both of them think so. It would explain why you suddenly have a lot of skill with Excalibur when your signature weapon is a Warhammer." I explained. Peeta looked down for a moment, clearly thinking about my claim, before he looked up, smiling.

"It would seem that I have a legend to live up to then." The grin on his face was contagious and I found myself smirking at the comment.

Peeta took my hand and, still smiling at me, pressed his lips to mine quickly before turning and making his way back to the company and I could tell he didn't believe me. I didn't even get a chance to warn him about the power that Elrond and Gandalf were talking about. Sighing, I made my way back to the company and plopped down to the ground beside the snoozing figures of Fili and Kili, as I could not see Peeta in the courtyard, though I knew, if he was wandering, which was probable, he would come back. He was in no danger in Rivendell.

So there we go. :) Let me know what you guys think.

A.x