"I still say ya have gone plum crazy," said Dwalin, pushing his half finished plate of food back across the small table. Thorin sighed and leaned back in his chair, glancing briefly at the closed door of Dwalin's cramped room. It had been three days since they had been summoned by Thranduil and all the company save Dwalin were savoring their freedom. Dwalin on the other hand was still in recovery and too weak to make it past the infirmary doors, though this was not from lack of trying. More than a few minutes on his feet and his returning strength would flag, his face turning pale as a fish's belly. The upside was that his shoulder was showing definite signs of recovery. Most of the missing flesh had grown back. Unfortunately the muscle that grew back was weak and untrained. The spider's venom had done extensive damage to Dwalin's body and his strength, but the elves that tended to him said that they were pleased with his progress and his strength should return to him quickly over the next few days.

"You call me crazy," said Thorin, plucking a blackberry from Dwalin's plate and popping it into his mouth before pushing the plate back across the table to his friend. "You need to eat." Dwalin's hollow cheeks were augmented by the dark patches under his eyes. He took up less room inside his clothes and his beard was scraggly and unkempt though clean.

"Don't mother me," grumbled Dwalin, pushing the plate away and crossing his arms. "I get enough of that from those namby pamby healers, always shoving food in my face. I can't stomach it much longer I tell ya. And yes yer mad if ya think ya can make friends with these ruddy elves."

"I never said I wanted to make friends," said Thorin coolly. "I don't much care for Thranduil. He's too silky smooth, but I cannot deny that an alliance with him will be beneficial and nor, I think, can you. If Sara's predictions for the future and your own observations have not convinced you of that then you are the fool. I know that you dislike the elves…"

"More than dislike," muttered Dwalin. Thorin ignored him

"Nevertheless, Balin and Sara have convinced me that it is for the best, and I can't help but think that Dis would take our side in this matter."

"They betrayed us in the past," said Dwalin, reaching for his ax on the floor and hefting it with some effort. "What's to keep them from doing it again?" Holding his ax out to his side he began to lift the it's weight repeatedly, grunting.

"They may and they may not have. I have already explained it to you. You know of the madness in the past kings. You fought in the battle for Moria. Furthermore, you were not even alive at the time of Smaug's attack. You can hardly hold a bigger grudge against these elves than myself." Dwalin did not answer but shifted his grip on the axe and continued his exercises. "Very well. Your reasons are your own, but like it or not the treaty is to be signed tomorrow before the feast."

"What feast?"

"Something they call the Feast of Starlight or some other such nonsense. Thranduil insists that we attend and celebrate our new alliance." Thorin stole another blackberry. "Still the others will be happy for a chance to eat their fill, or in Bofur's case, drink his fill. That dwarf is worse than a sponge."

"True enough," grumped Dwalin. "What of the others? What do they think of the pending alliance?"

"Most are of two minds, not liking the elves in particular, but also seeing sense. We all want to see the mountain retaken and the land safe from the ravaging orcs and goblins. It's like Sara said, we need not be friendly with Thranduil and his people just merely respectful enough to maintain an alliance."

"If it's yer intent and I cannot sway ya."

"You can't."

"Then despite disagreeing with yer decision I will support ya."

"I have told you before," said Thorin, leaning forward. "You are under no obligation to come if you would rather return to the Blue Mountains."

"I have no desire to face yer sister should I return without ya. I promised to do all in my power to see ya and the boys come to no harm."

"Why did you not come with us into Mirkwood to begin with if you made such a promise to her?" asked Thorin.

"It was not a promise to Dis," said Dwalin looking away. "And I was not in my right mind at the time. I apologize."

"I require none," said Thorin, smirking. "At any rate, I'd say that you are the one that needs coddling at the moment, weak as you are." Dwalin's middle finger lifted in his direction and Thorin couldn't help but smile at his grumpy companion. Dwalin was never one to sit still for long and now that it was foisted upon him he could not help but be disgruntled. They lost themselves in thought as it grew quiet for a brief moment.

It has been a grueling few days dealing with the puffed up Elf King and his son, but if they were lucky most of that was behind them now. Balin had once again proved himself invaluable during these talks and Fili too had risen to the occasion. In fact the two had done such a remarkable job that Thorin had needed to interact with the elves very little. The two had worked to find a fair and amicable treaty, even seeing that they would have supplies to last the trip to Lake Town and then Erebor. The two things that Thranduil had insisted on were that he and his people would be left out of anything to do with Smaug and that his gems be returned to him. Surprisingly Thranduil had not even wanted to know how they intended to take the dragon and they had not volunteered any information. Despite the palpable tension between the two races, the alliance would be forged tomorrow night. Only a few more days of dealing with these elves and they need not see them again until the battle for Erebor.

There had been many things on Thorin's mind of late. Between his ailing friend, negotiating the treaty, and finding a solution between himself and Fili in regards to Sara, he had been quite occupied. It was only late in the nights that he found the time to come and visit Dwalin who had not been sleeping well. He had not seen Sara for a few days as she was long since asleep by the time he returned from the day's activities. Despite these concerns there was still a niggling fear in the back of his mind that grew stronger by the day. Dragon sickness. He has avoided it thus far in his life but as he drew closer to the mountain, his fears had reared their head. The brief recounting that Sara had given of the end of the book had certainly not helped. If he fell, as his father and grandfather had, he could damage all that they were working to save here and now. He may even lead his people into destruction.

"Have ya and Fili come to a decision? How are ya going to proceed with Sara?" asked Dwalin, breaking Thorin from his preoccupation. The warrior had asked after her more and more as the days went by, but neither had sought the other out.

"We have, but I haven't had the chance to tell her yet. I aim to tell her tomorrow night after the feast if all goes well. I only hope that I have come up with an amicable solution. I never expected our traditions for finding a spouse to differ so much. I must admit her world's customs unnerve me quite a bit. There seems to be little in the way of loyalty for one's chosen partner, she even told us later that it is not uncommon for a married pair to separate, and some do it many times." Dwalin frowned.

"Ya don't really think Sara is the type to do that, do ya?"

"No I don't, but I can't say that the attitude doesn't frighten me. Then again I can see why she would be unwilling to commit just yet. She is a human and as such she is different in many ways."

"Aye, our ways were made for a dwarf and not for a human, let alone a girl who didn't even know dwarves existed a few months ago. Our females know what is expected of them in marriage, and we in turn know what is expected of us, so there is little left to discover except if the match is good. Our methods are tried and true… for a dwarf at any rate, but I suppose it's not the same with Sara."

"No, nore would I expect the same from her. She is constantly confounding me. But I do not find her ways entirely without merit. Though my affection for her is undeniable, I admit she is right. We know little about each other personally, although I fail to see why one's favorite food or color matter."

"It is a more unique way to approach matrimony," agreed Dwalin. "But I dare say ya will enjoy spending more time with her and it can only work in yer favor to please her. Let her lead to some extent. Ya know she will anyway no matter what ya do."

"True enough," said Thorin, snorting softly before his face grew taught. "But tell me friend, why have you not apologized to her yet? Why prolong the rift between you? Did she offer you so grievous an offense you cannot see beyond it? It was my death and not yours she predicted after all." Dwalin's face fell into shadow. Setting aside his ax he pushed away from the table and stood.

"I'm not sure if she would welcome a conversation with me," he finally admitted. "Our last was far from pleasant. She hits harder than ya would expect."

"Not so deeply as I think your words cut her." Dwalin's already frail frame wilted.

"I regret what I said. It was untrue and unfair. I'm afraid I let my grief and anger get the better of me. I took it out on her."

"It was most unlike you," said Thorin.

"Aye it was. I know she meant no harm to any of us. Far from it, she seems determined to save every last one of us no matter the cost."

"That she does. I haven't the heart to tell her how unlikely it is that there will be no casualties among the company. Lives will be lost and there is no way to predict who's. It's the nature of war."

"Aye it is. Poor lass."

"All the more reason for you to make peace with her," insisted Thorin. Dwalin sighed and sunk on to the bed.

"I know, but I haven't the strength to go and find her. For good reasons she is disinclined to visit me here."

"She visited you every day when you were unconscious."

"Did she now?" asked Dwalin, surprised. "Then perhaps she is not so upset with me as I thought."

"She is extraordinarily forgiving, even when you or I may not deserve it. I am however inclined to echo my nephew. If you ever offer her such an offense again you will have to answer to me, Fili, Kili, and I'd wager, the better half of the company if not all."

"Seems our scripts have flipped," said Dwalin ruefully. "I remember a time when I was the one protecting her from your harsh words and accusations. I was the one who saw to her needs then."

"Much has changed, but I wager one of my braids that she is willing to take you back. She misses you."

"Has she said as much?"

"No, not to me at least, but I can tell."

"She has certainly changed ya hasn't she?" said Dwalin, rubbing a cheek with his knuckles.

"I admit she has had an influence on me," said Thorin, leaning back in the chair and folding his arms. "I like to think it's for the better." Dwalin eyed him for a moment.

"Aye, I believe so. I still don't agree with ya but I know why ya do it. Ya have good motives. On the other hand, I'm motivated by a much more selfish reason. Keeping ya alive by any means necessary."

"You won't hear me complain about such a motive," he said, grinning as he made to stand. "Would you like me to suggest to Sara that she pay you a visit?"

"No, I would prefer to face her when more of my strength is recovered. It should not be long now. I have not yet forgotten her fierce temper. At any rate it was my offence and it should be me approaching her."

"As you wish, but I should leave you now. It's late and I should get some rest before facing the elves again tomorrow."

"Aye, that ya should."

"Try to eat more," said Thorin, pushing the plate back across the table one last time.

"I told ya to quit mothering me. I'll eat when I'm good and ready."

"Alright, but if you skip many more meals even Mr. Baggins will be able to best you in a wrestling match." Dwalin looked unhappy as Thorin closed the door but he sat down at the table once more and grudgingly pulled the plate to him.

Sara examined her reflection in the mirror, running her hands over the soft fabric of the dress Tauriel had found for her. Tonight was the Feast of Starlight. It had taken Tauriel as few tried as Sara was a good deal shorter than any grown elf. The dress was lavender with silver ivy embroidered into the trim, and sleeves loose to her elbow. She sighed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. It had been an interesting few days. Ever since they had been called to talk to Thranduil, Fili, Thorin, and Balin had been very busy negotiating with the Elf King. She was glad that they were working towards peace and finally their effort had paid off this afternoon. The alliance had been forged. Despite not seeing much of Fili or Thorin, Sara had filled the days with exploration of the elven caverns. Bilbo, Bofur, and Kili had come with her, ostensibly to keep her company but she suspected that Thorin and Fili had told them to keep an eye on her. Indeed anytime she left their hallway she had someone insist on coming with her.

The first day's exploration was haphazard and by the end of the day the group was lost. To their good luck, they chanced to run into Airidan who seemed to guess their plight and had shown them back to their corridor. Upon learning that they intended to explore again the next day he insisted he would be their guide as it would be his day off duty. True to his word he met them the next morning at the end of their hallway. Ori had decided to join them for the day. Acting upon Sara's request, Airidan led them to the highest point of Thranduil's palace. It was a room open to the sky, an observatory of sorts minus the telescope. There was however something akin to a spyglass that worked incredibly well. They each took turns looking out at Lake Town and Erebor in the distance. Next they visited the vast library of Thranduil which excited Ori to no end. They looked at the portraits and statues while Airidan told them of their history. It was with difficulty they pried Ori away and made their way to the kitchens for a late lunch. Bofur requested to see the wine cellar and with reluctance Airidan agreed. Sara suspected that they had left the winery with perhaps more than they had arrived. Her suspicions were confirmed after they returned the chambers and Bofur produced two bottles of wine from who knew where and proceeded to share them around.

Yesterday they were met by a slightly disgruntled Ruven who it seemed had been assigned to them. Ori had declined joining them again as he wanted to explore the library further but Nori took his place. Ruven led them down to the depths of the mountain, showing them the dungeons and cellars. He didn't speak much unless spoken to and Sara had the distinct impression he would rather not be with them. But his quiet attitude and the sullen damp atmosphere did not deter Bilbo and Bofur's good mood and they continued to pester him with a myriad of questions. The lower halls were expensive and kept them occupied for the better part of the morning. In the afternoon Ruven led them to the armory and then the guards training grounds. Sara suspected that he was trying to send a message with his choice in locations, but the others ignored him taking it all in stride. Well mostly. Nori could not help himself and began a pointed conversation about the merits of dwarf made weapons versus elf made which has grown more heated by the minute. Wishing to stave off any arguments or less than friendly fights Sara had asked Nori to go over her staff technique with her. Reluctantly he agreed and they had spent the rest of the afternoon training. Kili and Bofur worked patiently with Bilbo and Nori with her, while Ruven stood to the side watching. After she had taken a particularly hard knock from Noir, Ruven shouldered off the wall grumbling as he approached her. He pointed out what she could so better and how to get under Nori's guard. She had taken less hits after that and even managed to get a few good ones in herself. By the time they returned for the evening Ruven's posture had relaxed and though he was still not chatty he was amicable enough.

Today had been the best day by far since arriving in Thranduil's underground palace. Tauriel had been the one to meet them in the morning. She had flatly refused Nori's request to show them to the treasury, stating that his reputation preceded him, and grumbling Nori had slunk off on his own for the day. Instead Tauriel led them across the palace, through the kitchens which were extremely busy with preparations for the feast, and out into the sprawling vegetable garden. Bilbo had been thrilled, especially when Tauriel had told them to pick and eat their fill. They had spent the day in the sun, lazing happily under orchard trees and among the berry bushes, eating their harvested goods and relaxing. Kili was the only one who seemed to be on edge, especially around Tauriel. To occupy himself he sat behind Sara, braided her hair into a crown on top of her head, weaving the white flowers Bilbo had picked into her dark tresses. In the afternoon Tauriel led them to the aviary and then the stable where they fed some of the carrots and fallen apples to the horses. I had been a languid sort of day and they relished it. They returned early to their chambers in order to prepare for the feast. At least Sara felt a desire to prepare. She was unsure how much preparing the others were app to do.

Sara watched the lazy drift of a flower petal as it fell from her hair and landed on her bare foot tickling it. She bit her lip, feeling a bit self conscious about her legs. The dress only reached to her knees and it had been months since she had seen a razor. There was nothing that could be done about them now though, besides here in Middle Earth fuzzy legs were probably the norm for women. At least that's what she hoped. Her boots were on the bed, but they didn't really match the dress. Too utilitarian. Unfortunately they were all she had. She could go barefoot for like in Elrond's villa as Thranduil's halls were also worn smooth with age, but the stone was sometimes very cold. She shivered involuntarily and snatched up the boots. At least they would cover most of her legs and her toes would not be cold.

"Sara?" called Fili's voice from outside her door. "Are you ready?"

"Coming," she said, hopping awkwardly to the door as she jammed her feet into the warm interior of her boots. "Ready," she proclaimed, opening the door.

"Good. Let's go or we'll be late."

"Wait," called Thorin from down the passage. She turned to look at him. He smiled appreciatively as he looked her over, but chuckled when his gaze fell on her feet.

"I know they don't match," she said, defiantly crossing her arms. "But they are comfortable and the floor is cold." He held up his hands in surrender.

"Far be it from me to question your attire," he said, smiling.

"You look right lovely lass," called Bofur from down the hallway as he turned to leave, smoothing a hand over his mustache.

"Agreed," said Thorin stepping closer as Kili approached from behind.

"Thanks," she said, feeling only slightly mollified. She had to admit that he had cleaned up pretty well. The braids in his hair were neat and tidy and his hands were not stained with the dirt of the road as she was used to seeing them. He had acquired new clothes for them all as part of the treaty, and wore his now. She reckoned she hadn't seen him this clean and put together since Rivendell. She certainly hadn't been. His new gray shirt looked good on him and must have been custom fitted, for no elf was built like he was. Gone was his coat as well as...

"Shall I have Ori draw my portrait for you so you can look at it later?" asked Thorin, smirking. She had been staring at him shamelessly.

"The phrase is 'Take a picture. It will last longer' but you wouldn't know that I suppose." He raised an eyebrow. "Where is your sword?" He grimaced.

"Balin and Fili insist that we leave them behind for the evening, though I can't see why," he grumbled.

"It's hardy fitting to wear a weapon to a dinner where you are celebrating a new alliance. It would be a show of poor faith," said Fili flicking something from his sleeve.

"And I suppose you don't have a knife on you," said Thorin snidely.

"Search me if you wish, I'm clean." Fili patted himself down and held out his arms. Thorin snorted, but made no move to search his nephew. Instead he turned back to Sara.

"I have something I would like to give to you." He reached into his pocket and held out a small bundle of cloth which she took gingerly. Wrapped inside was a beautiful carved hair piece. It was about the size and shape of a bowed playing card but elliptical with a stick running through either end to hold it in place.

"It's beautiful," she breathed. Inspecting it more carefully she found to her chagrin that there were tinny peppers surrounded in flame carved into the dark wood. "You made this yourself didn't you?" she asked, her cheeks heating.

"I did," he admitted reaching for it. "I began to carve it some time ago but decided upon peppers after our contest. The elves are providing us with supplies. Among these will be a new coat for you. However, I fully intend to make you one myself. Unfortunately I am currently without time, tools, or supplies, so until I find those things I hope you will accept this in its place."

"Wait. You're going to make me a coat?" she asked, surprised.

"I intended to, yes. Will that be satisfactory?"

"You can do that?" Kili snickered behind her.

"I have lived many years Sara," said Thorin, raising an eyebrow. "In those years I have acquired many skills. I handcrafted my own coat and you seem to enjoy it rather well."

"Sorry I don't disbelieve you, I'm just surprised. Yes. I would like that very much."

"May I?" he asked, holding up the hairpiece. She nodded and he took her shoulders turning her before slipping it into her hair.

"It suits you well," said Thorin before whispering something in dwarvish into her ear. She recognized it as the same thing he had said to her in the forest before Legolas had woken. Kili burst into a bout of snickers but Fili looked disapproving.

"Okay you have to tell me what you said," she grumbled, now definitely pink in the ears.

"Make me," said Thorin breathing into her ear.

"That's not fair," she said, trying to pull away from him. His hands on her shoulders held her in place loosely.

"You said it before. All is fair in…"

"I know. I know," she said, cutting him off. "I still say that's cheating. I'll just have to get Fili or Kili to tell me later." He grinned at her and said something dwarvish to his nephews. Kili grinned and nodded eagerly, but Fili just sighed and shook his head resignedly before giving a curt nod.

"You won't have much luck with them I'm afraid," said Thorin, smirking. Sara huffed and pulled out of his grip, thumping his shoulder before spinning away out of reach.

"We should go," said Fili.

"All right," she said. "But I'm walking with Bilbo and Bofur." She raced to the head of the hallway where her friends stood talking. Reaching them, she looped her arms through theirs, pulling them forward. Looking over her shoulder she could see Thorin grinning. She stuck out her tongue. To her consternation Thorin's grin grew wider and Kili burst into new peals of laughter while Fili looked a bit uncomfortable. What has she done now?

The halls were strangely empty with only the occasional guard. The sound of their own voices was the only thing disturbing the quiet until in the distant corridors the low rumble of a large crowd grew louder. There was the occasional elf now, rushing about, carrying platters of food, or shouting orders to each other. The pungent aroma of the food they carried brought pools of saliva to Sara's mouth and she swallowed, aware that she had never eaten a proper lunch. At last they reached the end of the hallway and the roar of voices overtook them as they stepped into one of the biggest caverns she had ever seen. They stood at the top of a flight of steps that lead down into the throng. The room was at least the size of a few football fields but packed tighter than a collage stadium on game night. It was filled with table upon table laden with food and at them sat more elves than Sara had ever seen. She had no idea there were so many who called Thranduil their king. A twinkling high in the room caught her attention and she looked up. The ceiling was strewn with thousands of small clear crystals suspended on invisible strings, and in the center of them was an enormous many-faceted gem like the others only bigger than she was tall.

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"That's a lot of food," groaned Bilbo appreciatively. "And I am ever so hungry."

"That's a lot of wine," said Bofur grinning. "Lovely!"

"It's beautiful, but where are we meant to sit?" asked Bilbo anxiously, his hand thrust into his pocket. The little fellow was so distracted that he didn't even notice as he flicked in and out of visibility for a moment. Sara nudged him surreptitiously with an elbow.

"Keep your hands out of your pockets Bilbo. You are going to give away the secret of your ring." He hastily pulled his hand out of his pocket horrified. "Don't worry I don't think anyone saw."

"Just be more careful," said Thorin stepping up beside her. "That ring of yours is our trump card in an emergency should anything go wrong." He reached for her hand and playfully she tried to pull away but he tightened his grip. Shaking her head she relaxed.

"What happened to your fingertips?" asked Thorin, lifting her hand to get a closer look at them. They were stained purple.

"We picked blackberries today," she said. He frowned.

"Pitty. I would have liked to come. I enjoy blackberries."

"We could go back tomorrow if you're finally free," she offered. He nodded.

"That's all well and good for tomorrow," said Kili. "But Bilbo has a point. Have you any idea where we're meant to be now?" Thorin shook his head.

"There you are," came Tauriel's voice from the steps to their right.

"Tauriel," called Sara relieved. "Thank goodness."

"Ya are a most welcome sight," said Bofur, glancing at Kili and then stepping forward, winking. Bilbo rolled his eyes but Tauriel ignored the toymaker.

"King Thranduil awaits your presence. Follow me please."

"I'd follow ya through a bog," purred Bofur. Tauriel ignored him and turned to lead the way. Kili caught Bofur's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"Just a bit of fun," said Bofur, smirking and pulling out of Kili's grip. Kili fisted his hand but shoved it in his pocket. Sara eyed him questioningly. He frowned and looked away, his cheeks faintly pink.

They followed Tauriel through the throng approaching a long table that was set upon a small plateau of stone near the back of the cavern. There were whispers as they passed the elves but when they saw the Captain of the Guard they split quickly making way. After what felt like and eternity of watching eyes they finally reached the table. Thranduil sat ensconced in an extravagant chair of wood at the head of the long table. The leaves and berries that decorated his crown were mirrored in his throne. He watched them approach, his supreme confidence almost indifference. To his rights sat Legolas. Father and son were the only two sitting at the otherwise empty table set for many.

"Welcome Thorin and company," said the Elf King inclining his head. Thranduil's icy gaze locked on her and Sara felt the fluttery panic of a squirrel under a hawk's eye. It took a concentration of will to calm herself. A faint smile played at the corner of the Elf King's smooth lips as he looked once again to Thorin "Come and partake in Mereth Nuin Giliath as we celebrate the light of the stars." Thorin released her hand and stepped forward.

"We thank you for your generous offer." Thranduil gestured to the empty chair on his left.

"Come be seated." Thorin nodded and reached for the chair next to his, pulling it out the same moment that Legolas stood.

"I would be honored if you would sit beside me Ms. Sara," said the elf prince, also pulling out the chair beside his. "I have seen very little of you these past days and I would welcome the chance to talk with you more." Sara looked at Legolas, startled, before glancing at Thorin who watched her, his jaw set. Legolas's eyes flicked to Thorin. "Of course if you had other plans it's your choice. I only meant that we will no doubt part ways soon and I would regret not taking this opportunity to know you better." She stood frozen deliberating. Until her choice was made for her.

"An excellent idea," said Thranduil coolly, eyeing her once again. "I too would enjoy your company. You intrigue me. Who could have caught the attention of a band of dwarves, their king and prince, as well as my son. Truly you must sit with us, but not I think beside my son, rather between us so we will both be graced with your attentions." His eyes shifted to Thorin and Fili. "You would not begrudge an ally the chance to better know the one you guard more than hoarded treasure?" Legolas glanced at his father and then Sara, looking uneasy only adding to the leaden feeling in her own gut. Thorin's grip on the chair tightened and Sara was surprised the wood was not dented when he relaxed his fingers. Fili stepped forward bowing slightly and spoke, his voice clear and smooth.

"Of course not King Thranduil, how could we begrudge you her company when we two shall share in it." She looked over at Fili and he smiled. The ball of nerves that had been working itself further up into her chest eased somewhat.

"All right," she agreed, nodding to Legolas.

"Excellent," said Thranduil, motioning to his son. Legolas came around the table and offered her an arm. Trying to ignore her clammy palms she took it and he led her around the table to the seat between he and his father. She sat stiffly, trying not to look to her left and meet Thranduil's gaze. She could still feel his eyes on her like a frosted blanket around her shoulders. Thorin sat across from her, Fili, Kili, and Bofur to his right. Bilbo stood, looking unsure.

"Come sit on my other side Mr. Baggins," offered Legolas. Relieved to have a direction the hobbit made his way around the table. Tauriel gave a small bow to Thranduil and turned to leave.

"Here now," said Bofur, jumping to his feet to catch her arm. The elf captain looked down at him surprised by his boldness. "Where is a pretty lass such as yerself sneaking off to?"

"I'm on duty," she said, extracting her arm from his grip.

"Ya should be here enjoying yourself."

"That can't be helped. If you will excuse me."

"Now surely there's something that can be done," he said catching her arm. He looked to the head of the table and Sara chanced a peek at Thranduil. An amused smirk bent his features. "I humbly request that this fetching lass be released from duty so she may join us."

"Sit down and leave her alone," hissed Kili. He tugged at Bofur's sleeve but the toy maker smirked and waved him off, never taking his eyes from the elf king. Thorin sat across from her pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed. In prayer perhaps.

"And why should I grant your request?" asked the elf king, leaning forward.

"I and my companions are brimming with questions about this feast of yours. If Captain Tauriel were to sit with us she could teach us about it and you our new allies. Besides it only seems fair that you let us guard one of your treasures as you're guarding ours." Bofur flashed a toothy grin, his hat canting to one side. "A little give and take as it were," he suggested. Thranduil tapped a contemplative finger on the table, considering the dwarf.

"So be it. Captain Tauriel you shall join us."

"But I'm on duty," she insisted.

"You are released for the night. Surely our security will not crumble if you dine with us."

"No your majesty it won't. But still, I am hardly dressed for such frivolity."

"Never the less you shall join us," he said waving an aerie hand. "In fact your entire squad shall join us. Our Allies wish to learn about us but you are too few to school so many lest you be shouting across the table. So we require more teachers. There is more than enough room at this table for all. Be seated."

"As you command your majesty," said Tauriel, nodding and shooting a dark look at Bofur.

"Don't worry about yer clothes lass," said Bofur, grinning back at her. "Ya could hardly look finer. Here, take my seat. Prince Kili in particular had some unanswered questions." Kili glared balefully at the toy maker but stood all the same, pulling out the chair out for Tauriel.

"Sorry," he muttered softly to her once she was seated.

"That's much better," said Bofur sitting on her other side.

"Shall I call for Airidan and the others?" asked Legolas, looking to his father.

"No need," said Thranduil pointing. "They are almost upon us along with our remaining guests." Sure enough the rest of the company was being escorted toward them by Airidan, Ruven, Myrin, and Lierin. Soon the dwarves and elves were all seated, staggered as per Thranduil's direction. Most of the company looked uneasy with this seating arrangement, but none more so than Kili. Beside him Bofur looked supremely pleased with himself.

"If I may," asked Bilbo, from between Legolas and Balin. "When exactly does this feast start?" He was looking woefully at the prepared food and his empty plate.

"When the stars have all appeared in the night sky," replied Legolas. "Hungry?" Bilbo nodded. "It won't be long now," assured the elf. Down at the other end of the table some of the company were muttering in dwarvish.

"It seems odd to me that you called it the Feast of Starlight but you celebrate inside your palace," said Fili, across from Legolas.

"More accurately translated it is the feast under the stars," said the elf prince.

"Then why are we indoors?" asked Sara. "Shouldn't we be outside under the stars?"

"Have patience Ms. Sara," said Thranduil watching her. "All will be clear soon."

"Any moment now I should think," said Legolas looking toward the ceiling. The room fell into the pitch black of a cave as all the candles and torches died simultaneously. Sara gasped, clutching at the skirt of her dress involuntarily and several exclamations were heard from further down the table.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Watch," said Legolas.

"What is this?" came Thorin's wary voice.

"Be still and look to the heavens," instructed Thranduil. "This is Mereth Nuin Giliath." Obediently, Sara turned her head to the black ceiling, confused. A grating and scraping sound echoed through the dark making her jump. At first she almost missed it, distracted as she was by the rumble of stone on stone, but soon a crescent of faint pale light in the ceiling caught her attention. The crescent grew and widened until when the sound had stopped, a ray of cool blue light penetrated through the circular skylight and fell upon the large crystal which hung below. The crystal glowed brighter and brighter, absorbing the light from the night sky until at last when it seemed about the blind her it shot out rays of the blue light to all the thousands of smaller crystals. They too began to take in the light and glow brighter and brighter. Within minutes the gems had grown so luminous that it was as if the candles and torches had never been extinguished. The warm golden glow of the flames had been replaced by the cool soothing light from above.

"It's breathtaking," breathed Bilbo, his little round face turned upward, mouth agape. Legolas smiled down at him.

"Does it please you?" Bilbo nodded.

"I feel I shall carry this night with me for as long as I shall live," said the little hobbit.

"And so you should," said Thranduil. "Few other than elves have ever seen what you have. I dare say that you are the first and only hobbit to attend our Feast of Starlight, little as your kind travel."

"Why share such a thing with us?" asked Fili. Much of the tension that had saturated the atmosphere before the lights had gone out had ebbed away, shrinking back with the shadows to be replaced with a sense of beauty and calm. Even the elf king to her left appeared less intimidating than before, his features fair and smooth, less harsh and domineering.

"Are we not now your allies young Prince Fili," said Thranduil. "You are my guests for the time being and although few have sat at a feast such as this, it is no secret to be kept hidden. You are simply here as our guest at this auspicious time. Do you not find it to be a satisfactory conclusion to our business?" he asked, turning to Thorin.

"It is most appropriate. I feel inclined to echo Mr. Baggins. This shall not soon fade for my memory. If it is not a secret may I inquire how you achieve such a feat for I have never before seen such a feat before in all my years."

"That is to be expected for your years are not so many," replied Thranduil, reaching to fill his goblet and then Thorin's. "It is a rare form of crystal from the north…" But Sara lost track of their conversation. She was still studying the way the blue light danced around the room, illuminating the feast spread on the table. The inhabitants of the other tables had begun to fill their plates and glasses. Bilbo must have seen as well for he turned to Legolas.

"May we eat now?" he inquired.

"Indeed we may," said Legolas, smiling and reaching to fill Bilbo's plate. "Sara what will you have?" She tore her attention from the display to examine the food, very little of which she was familiar with.

"I'm not sure. A little of everything I guess," she said absent-mindedly, watching Kili who was still mesmerized.

"Is it really starlight?" he asked Tauriel.

"It is. All light is sacred to the eldar, but wood elves love best the light of the stars."

"I always thought that it was a cold light, remote and far away." Tauriel turned to him surprised.

"It is memory, precious and pure," she replied. Sara looked up at the large crystal again. It was very beautiful.

"What are you contemplating Sara?" asked Legolas, filling her wine glass. She did not hear him. "Sara?" She shook herself.

"Sorry what did you say?"

"What are you thinking?" he asked again. She looked back up at the ball distracted.

"I was thinking it looks kind of like a disco ball."

"A disco ball?" asked Legolas, confused.

"Yes. It's almost hypnotic. I wish I could take a picture, but I know my camera would not do it justice." She sighed and let her gaze drop. Their end of the table fell silent and it was a moment before she realized that they were all watching her. Thorin and Fili looked startled, Legolas curios, but Thranduil wore a triumphal smile.

"You have quite an interesting vernacular," he said leaning toward her. "I have never heard some of your words. Tell me, what do they mean."

"I'm... I'm sorry…" said Sara, trying to look embarrassed. "I'm rambling, not making any sense. I sometimes make up words that sound as though they should fit." Thranduil raised a disbelieving eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak. Hastily she reached for her fork and scooped up a large blob of some orange paste. It would be impolite to answer if her mouth were full. "I must be hungrier than I thought."

"Wait Sara, that's too much," said Legolas, reaching to stop her. She closed her lips around the fork and instantly regretted it. An intense heat spread through her mouth and down her throat. It was not quite as bad as that last pepper Beorn had given her and Thorin, but it was close. She could not very well spit it back onto the plate, not in front of the elf king, so she chewed doggedly, preparing to swallow. Her eyes streamed and she reached to wipe them. It was unpleasant but finally she got it down. She reached urgently for her glass. Fili's eyes widened as he watched her.

"Not that Sara. That's not..." he said, rising, but too late. Sara greedily gulped down the dark sweet fluid, trying to wash away the burning sensation. A new heat bloomed in her stomach, but she drank until the goblet was empty. Her tongue was still unbearably hot as he set down the glass.

"Well I guess we're in for an interesting night," said Fili, sinking back into his chair resignedly.

"It seems your way of speech is not the only odd thing about you Ms. Sara," said Thranduil, sipping at his own glass, watching her over the rim. There was an amused spark in his cold blue eyes. Thorin looked at her and shook his head, trying to suppress a deep chuckle.

"What do you mean?" hedged Sara. She wished the heat in her mouth would ebb.

"This paste is meant to be eaten in small quantities," sighed Legolas, taking a piece of flatbread from her plate and dipping a small corner in the orange sauce. "Like so," and he popped it into his mouth.

"It is our fire paste," said Thranduil.

"So I noticed, am still noticing," she said, trying to breath around her tongue surreptitiously.

"Not only that but you seemed to have consumed an entire glass of my finest and oldest wine in a few gulps. It is meant to be sipped and savored Ms. Sara." That explained why her insides felt like she had drank a large amount of hot tea.

"Crap," she said, rubbing her forehead.

"Not the usual reaction," said Thranduil, sounding insulted. "Most find it quite delectable."

"No. No. It tasted fine. At least I think it did," moaned Sara.

"Then I fail to see how…"

"You must forgive her," interjected Thorin. "Sara is not very tolerant to aged beverages."

"She's an extreme lightweight," stated Kili.

"I am sorry. I should have caught it sooner," said Fili, watching her, concerned.

"It's not your fault," she assured, letting her hands drop. She picked up her fork and began poking at her food morosely. She turned to Thranduil. "I apologize for what I said. I am a poor judge of wine. I should have learned after Rivendell to be more aware of what's in my cup."

"What happened in Rivendell?" asked Legolas.

"Lets just say that this will not be her first encounter with elf made wine," said Thorin.

"Unfortunately what she just drink is much stronger than what you would find in Elrond's Homely House," said Thranduil.

"Indeed," agreed Thorin, pointing at her. "She is already flushed, though from the sauce or the wine I cannot say."

"Do you want me to take you back?" asked Fili.

"I will be the one to take her back," cut in Thorin, scowling at her nephew. "That way I can be assured she reaches her own quarters and not another's." Fili opened and closed his mouth but then deflated a bit looking sheepish and apologetic. "But first Sara you should try and eat something. It may help mitigate the effects tomorrow morning."

"That would indeed be best," agreed Thranduil. "My healers also have a tonic that will stave off the morning pain if taken tonight before sleep. I will have it sent to your room." He waved a young page to his side.

"Thank you," said Sara, still picking at her food. The page disappeared and after a few moments reappeared with a clean glass.

"I apologize. I should have asked about your preferences," said Legolas, taking the new cup and filling it with water for her.

"It's okay. Is there anything else on my plate I should not eat by the fork?"

"This," he said, pointing to a black paste. "It is very bitter. The rest should be palatable by, as you say, the forkful." She stabbed an odd looking mushroom and was surprised by the rich savory flavor.

"At least now we know what not to eat lass," called Bofur, lifting his glass and drinking appreciatively. Sara smiled weakly while trying to fight back her disappointment. Here she had been enjoying herself, but now she would have to retire early. The conversation around the table resumed as she slowly worked to empty her plate. The burning in her mouth was almost gone, but the heat in her belly was spreading through her limbs. She glanced at Thranduil. She really needed to watch what she said. Especially sitting here between these two elves who seem determined to find out all she was holding back. She really did wish she could have taken a picture though.

"Legolas?" she asked.

"Yes?" he said, tuning his attention from Balin and Bilbo's conversation.

"Do you still have my box?"

"I do. I'm sorry. I meant to bring it to you before now, but these past few days I have been quite busy."

"It's alright. I get it. I have hardly seen Thorin, Fili, or Balin either."

"Unfortunately I do not have it with me. It is in my chambers. May I bring it to you tomorrow morning?"

"That works fine," she said, scooping up the last of what tasted like squash. "But please don't leave my box lying around if you can help it. I would much rather have you carry it with you."

"I apologize. Is it very valuable?" he asked.

"Well yes, in a way. I mean it's valuable to me anyway."

"All right I will keep it with me. You would not perhaps be ready to tell me what you carry inside it?" he asked. She frowned up at him, her nose wrinkling.

"You really can't stand not knowing can you? It's driving you crazy." He let out a breath and leaned back in his chair, smiling faintly.

"I suppose you're right. I do admit to being unusually curious and it's unlike me. I feel it is linked to all I do not yet know about you. You are like no other human I have met and I can't quite pinpoint the reason. You are fascinating. A new mystery I can't help but want to unravel."

"You and me both," she said, sighing. She became aware of Thranduil and Thorin watching her.

"You hope to find answers about your past in Laketown do you not?" asked the elf king. She nodded. "What caused you to believe you should travel there?" Her hand went almost of its own accord to her neck. She looked at Thorin hoping for direction but he didn't move or speak. Should she tell the truth? It couldn't hurt anything could it? On the contrary, there was a small but real chance that Thranduil would know something useful to her. Resolutely she pulled the chain out of her bodice and over her head.

"Until a few months ago I didn't know this was a locket," she said trying and failing to pry it open. Thorin extended a hand across the table and she passed it to him. "As I said I was left on a doorstep as a baby. This was around my neck." Thorin passed the open locket back to her. She held it towards Thranduil. "Inside I found this." The elf king took the locket examining it.

"I see," he said, passing it back after a moment. Curious Legolas reached for it next.

"That is the guild mark of Dale is it not?" he asked.

"It is," said Thranduil.

"Have you ever seen this before?" asked Sara hopefully.

"I'm afraid not. If you have any chance of finding your family it is best to begin your search in Laketown, but without more than this to guide you I would not get your hopes too high. While it's true that many of Dales inhabitants fled to Laketown when Smaug attacked others went South and East. That was over a hundred years ago and humans change locations frequently."

"Seems that some of them even went West," said Legolas frowning. He handed the locket back. Sara felt a lump settle in her throat. What had she really been expecting? Of course people traveled, moved, and died. This was not Earth. She could not Google a name and get an address, not that she even had a name.

"Do not forsake hope," assured Thorin, reaching to close her limp fingers around the necklace. "We have not yet begun to look."

"If you are to meet with any success I would suggest you start with the Master of Laketown. He may have record of which families trace their ancestry to the fallen city of Dale," suggested Thranduil.

"What do you know of this master?" asked Thorin, running a finger over the rim of his gobbet.

"Very little. I do not believe he hails from Esgaroth himself. He appeared out of the South some thirty years ago and through maneuver got himself elected Master of the Lake. I have had correspondence with him but never met the man personally. It has been many years since I have laid eyes Esgaroth as our trade with them has always run smoothly. The master is a shrewd businessman and I would expect under his leadership the town is able to thrive."

"We should warn the master of the danger to the West," said Legolas. "Who knows but that the orcs will think to reach for the men as well."

"That is wise, but let us warn them," said Thorin, his blue eyes intense. "We mean to strike up an alliance with the men as well. When we are successful they shall become the central hub for all trade."

"If that is your desire I shall send a letter of endorsement with you," said Thranduil. "After all, as we discovered, it can be difficult to believe such an odd company without proof."

"Indeed," said Thorin scowling.

"We thank you," said Fili hastily. "That would be most helpful."

"So be it. I will see to it. My healers inform me that your companion will be fit to travel in a few days time. I take it you will depart then."

"If we many impose on you until then," said Fili.

"You may." Thranduil pressed a finger to cheek and temple as he examined the dwarf prince. "I must say, if all the dwarves were as amicable as you, relations between our peoples would be much easier to maintain. I look forward to when…" He stopped as the page appeared at his side. The elf boy wore an expression pinched by anxiety as he leaned forward to whisper in the king's ear. Thranduil frowned.

"Who?" he asked. The page bent to whisper again. Thranduil's frown shifted to an expression of puzzlement. He stood. "You will excuse me. I have an unexpected guest to greet.

"Shall I accompany you?" asked Legolas.

"That is not necessary. Stay and see to our guests. See to it that they all manage to find their rooms at the evenings end. I do not wish to find drunken dwarves in my gardens come morning as did Elrond." Down the table Bofur snorted into his glass and began to cough. Nori thumped him on the back, smirking. Sara watched Thranduil leave, the bubbly feeling beginning to grow inside her. Knowing what she was in for she was able to identify the symptoms as the alcohol began to take effect. She pushed her plate away and leaned forward on her elbows, her face in her hands.

"Are you well?" asked Thorin, concern lacing his tone. She nodded.

"I'm alright, but everything's starting to get fuzzy around the edges."

"Would you like to return to your room?" asked Legolas. She let her hands drop sighing.

"Not really. I don't want to miss out on anything."

"There is little more to this celebration save sampling the king's wine until the early hours of the morning."

"Oh." Her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Come I will take you back," said Thorin, rising and coming around the table for her.

"Are you sure. Fili could take me back. I don't want to spoil the evening for you."

"Do you wish to repeat your escapade in Rivendell?" She looked away, flushing. "My memory of that night is mostly unpleasant and painful."

"I said I was sorry."

"I don't hold you accountable," he said, smirking. "But I will not be trusting you to my sister sons in such a state again. Besides, you shall not be spoiling anything for me. I will not be joining the others in tonight's frivolities."

"Do you ever join in?" she asked. Her vision went black for a moment as he helped her to stand.

"On rare occasions. Never when I am unfamiliar with my surroundings." He took her by the elbow and led her away from the table and back across the hall trying to ignore the whispers and stares. It was not until they climbed the stone stairs and were back in the empty hallway that Sara spoke.

"I've missed you," she said, pulling closer to him. "You've been busy lately."

"Agreed," he said, switching his grip on her arm for her hand. "But we have met with success. We are allied with the elves as you wished. Are you pleased?"

"I hope you didn't do it just to please me." she said, glancing up to him.

"Would it be horrible if I had?" She frowned and he squeezed her hand. "Don't worry. I understand the importance of this venture. I did not do it solely to please you, but I would be lying if I said I did not hope to earn your approval. It has proved quite pleasurable in the past." She shook her head and jabbed his side with a finger but grinned all the same.

"Have you had a chance to talk with Fili yet?"

"I have."

"And?" she pressed. He pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her temple.

"Wait until we are back in your room and I shall tell you or are you too impatient."

"You're going to see me all the way to my room?" she asked slyly. He snorted.

"It's not as though you are far from my own room. But that did not keep you out of my bed last time you were intoxicated did it? I have half a mind to tie you to your bed so you don't wonder." Her cheeks grew warm as she tried not to imagine it.

"I'm not as wasted as I was last time," she muttered.

"Perhaps, but you are also not completely under the wines influence yet. It was quite strong." They were quiet for a few minutes simply enjoying each other's company as they walked.

"Thank you for the hairpiece. It really is beautiful."

"I am glad it pleased you," he said.

"I just wish I had something to give you."

"It's not necessary. It is customary to bestow gifts on the one you wish to court."

"Well where I'm from it's normal to exchange gifts. It feels kind of weird to get something without giving you anything."

"Very well," he said, slowing. "I know how you can compensate me if you wish." He took her by the elbow and pulled her around the corner of a dimly-lit hallway and into a small alcove of a door.

"I have a feeling I know where this is going," she said smiling up at him. He looked up and down the hall to see that they were alone. "Are you sure that this is allowed under the new agreement you made with…"

He did not let her finish but leaned forward closing the distance between them. She reveled in the altogether new and infinitely more exciting heat near her navel. She grasped the loose fabric of his shirt but then moved to splay her fingers over his ribs, gripping slightly. After a few more seconds the kiss broke.

"Do you think I would have brought you an agreement that didn't allow me to kiss you Sara?"

"I certainly hope not. I would have had to veto it." She pressed forward, reaching for his face. He caught her wrists gently and his large hands.

"Not now," he said, then repeated the phrase of dwarvish from earlier. She groaned as her head spun.

"I'm beginning to think that you're calling me some sort of nickname." She swayed as she pulled away.

"Perhaps I am." He caught her waist studying her.

"Are you ever going to tell me what it means?"

"Perhaps. For now I think we should return you to your room before you can no longer walk."

"Probably a good idea," she agreed, leaning on his proffered arm. It was difficult to not trip over her feet as they continued their way down the corridor. "It was a good thing you know where we're going because I have no idea."

"I had noticed you tend to struggle with directions."

"Only indoors," she defended. "If I'm outside there are usually landmarks and there is always the sun and stars. But yeah, I get all sorts of turned around inside large places like this. Don't forget that I was stupidly exploring a cave by myself when I got lost and found myself in Bilbo's pantry."

"I for one am glad you did. But it seems I will have to keep a close eye on you after we take Erebor then. It's halls are quite expensive and I would not have you getting lost or venturing into dangerous paths." She stumbled and he caught her around the waist but not before she banged her knee painfully on the stone floor. She hissed and reached to rub it.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'll be fine."

"Perhaps I should carry you back."

"I can walk," she protested. She could, couldn't she? It was getting harder to tell which of her feet were real and which were the duplicates.

"Can you now. Then show me. Touch your index finger to mine," he said, holding up a hand that had too many fingers. Biting a lip she reached out to touch his hand but met with only air. "I thought as much. Your vision is blurred and your coordination is poor. I will carry you. No arguments we are still a ways off from our rooms and I won't have you injuring yourself for pride." She squeaked when her already topsy tervy world tipped as he scooped her up in his arms. She held tightly around his neck tucking her face into his shoulder.

"Are you sure you are alright carrying me back?" she asked.

"Are you doubting my strength or whether I enjoy carrying you, because both are in plentiful supply. You are light and I enjoy you in my arms." She shifted and he adjusted his grip under her knees slightly so she was more secure. She took a deep breath inhaling his wonderful scent and he started off down the hall again.

"Thanks," she whispered as her eyes grew heavy. She relaxed into his embrace. He did not speak but kissed her hair softly.

She was fighting the brink of sleep when the sound of urgent feet on the stone behind them brought her back. Hearing their rapid approach Thorin pulled off to the side to let them pass as a group of six elf guards turned the corner behind them coming into view. Torchlight glinted off the tips of six spears. The lead elf shouted something they did not understand to his companions and gestured down the hall in their direction. Thorin drew further back letting her legs swing to the floor while keeping his arm around her waist as the guards approached. She tensed, waiting for them to pass.

"What is it?" He reached to his hip and cursed loudly, before pushing her behind him.

"Stay behind me," he said, sheltering her against the wall.

The elves did not pass. Instead they circled around them, spear tips lowered.

"What is the meaning of this?" thundered Thorin, slapping aside the spear closest to Sara. Instantly the point of a spear was pressed to his throat. He glared up at the elves. "I am Thorin son of Thrain, King of the dwarves. By what right and whose authority do you threaten me and this woman? I demand to know!"

"She is the woman Sara Miller?" asked the lead elf.

"I am," said Sara, peeking over Thorin's shoulder. He pressed her harder into the wall. "I'm Sara Miller. What do you want with me?"

"By order of King Thranduil, the company of Thorin Oakenshield and the witch Sara Miller are under arrest."