#𝑭𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺: main verse

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@tilosecretbirb continued from this.

When his brother had joined him, the question pulled the young prince's attention toward the other. A small grin forming across his features as he'd realized that he would have the other helping him in creating said scene. "Of course there is." The brunette answered, brows wiggling in mischief.

With Fili at his side anything had been possible to pull off. Turning his head the young warrior's attention had been on their uncle, his expression shifting from the proud look to one of mischievousness as an idea slowly formed in his mind. "We should try and take on uncle first." The brunette suggested.

Thorin was going to be the difficult one to try and create a distraction with, but with careful planning and timing, things would more than likely be pulled off relatively easily. Raising a hand to pat his brother on the shoulder, the dwarf prince moved away from the other making way to the older dwarf - who was simply minding his own business with sharpening Orcrist.

"Uncle Thorin." The words pulled the elder's attention toward his younger nephew. Here they go; he had the king's attention.

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starter for @lotrqueen21

The Last Homely House - that was what Imladris had been called many times. It had also gone by another name; Rivendell. It was the one place where Elyssa Blackvale could come to learn more of her lineage, to know of her father and what her bloodline consisted of. She knew that her father had been an elf, that much was a given. However she hadn't known of what he did, who he was or what his accomplishments were.

As far as she knew; her father was sitting in Esgaroth.

Her time in Rivendell had passed ever so slowly, finding herself in the library with her nose in a book for hours - at least until the light of the sun had disappeared and the dark sky had appeared in its place. Each and every day the half-elf's day had consisted of this; reading all day long until it was nighttime, then she'd forget to eat every now and then because she was so engrossed in a book.

Until the news of a company of thirteen dwarves and a halfling had appeared. Strange for such a group to appear in these parts but she supposed that there had been someone noteworthy that may have had a hand in their arrival: Gandalf the Grey. Saving at the current chapter in her book, the brunette carefully creased the corner of the page and then closed it up, setting the book aside before standing.

Hearing the sounds of laughter and song from the outside had piqued the woman's curiosity, pulling her out of the library and down the halls of her home bringing her to where all had been dining.

"Elyssa."

Crystal blues had taken in their guests, a look of wonder appearing upon her features before she turned her attention towards Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. Beside him had been the said wizard that brought about much chaos and mischief, offering a kind smile to the elder before her gaze turned to a tall, dark haired dwarf. This must have been the leader, she figured, her head tilting as she moved towards the three "Elyssa, I assume you know of Gandalf the Grey - infamous in his own right." Elrond spoke, offering a brief introduction although one had not been needed, "And this is Thorin Oakenshield; Son of Thrain."

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@tilosecretbirb asked: "that's not the worst thing i've ever heard, but it's certainly up there. ❞ Eir to Elyssa

"....There have been worse things?" She questioned, blinking slowly as she looked to Eir, her head tilting a moment or two. That wasn't something she expected to hear, but then Elyssa was a bit on the sheltered side due to her mother and Elrond. Perhaps it was a good thing she didn't know a lot of people, only her small circle of peop;e she'd met over time.

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Thranduil had them locked up in the cells as the Mirkwood elves partied above, enjoying the festivities and drink. Thorin and company were left to suffer, somewhat, though they had been given a bit of food to sustain. The dwarf lord had found himself lost in his thoughts, many times thinking they should have avoided the Greenwood all together, the anger rumbling and building within him at not listening to his own thoughts. The soft murmurings of his company filled the halls, eventually silencing when footsteps approached the cells, pulling the brunette from his thoughts to focus upon the unexpected visitor. "Lark."