Boromir hadn't realised that he had been watching the beautiful princess of Erebor so intently and obviously, until Lord Elrond had spoken to him. And since the peredhel had had words with him, he had been watching her even more closely; waiting for the moment that he could go and speak with her alone. And as he noticed the elven lord take the beautiful lady out onto the balcony, Boromir glanced over to her three guard dogs. The captain slowly getting to his feet as he noticed that the dwarves and elf had become occupied with talking and drinking. The captain more than happy to take the opportunity that had been presented to him.

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(Y/n) took a deep breath, as she and Lord Elrond made their way out onto the balcony. The princess looking out over the great waterfall, (Y/n) wishing that they had such things at the Mountain; for as much as she loved her home, there were one or two things that were missing in her opinion. The princess loving the notion of waterfalls cascading down the side of the Mountain, that ended in deep blue pools that would look just like her father's eyes. And she would also like trees, yes, lots of trees. Trees like those her grandfather would tell her about from when he was young; trees that had lived in the Greenwood, before the forest kingdom had fallen under the dark spell of the necromancer. A smile coming to her lips, as images of swimming and climbing filled her mind; of how she was sure that Fili and Kili would join her. Those two still as much the troublemakers, as they had ever been. (Y/n) sometimes sure that they were both younger than she was, despite the fact that the two were more than a hundred years old, now.

"I must leave you for a moment, my dear. There is someone I need to speak with......." Elrond suddenly said. (Y/n) looking up at him and seeing a glint of mischief in his eyes, before he bowed slightly and left her under the light of the moon. The daughter of the line of Durin shaking her head slightly as she watched the peredhel make his way back to the crowd of guests; a smile pulling at her lips, as she turned back towards the large fall.

That was what made her like Elrond so much......his mannish side. It was true that he could be like any other elf. That at times he could appear a little cold; that he could seem a little emotionless, but he was far from it. The dark haired ellon much different to her grandfather; and although she had been told that Thranduil and her uncle Legolas had softened greatly since her mother and father had married, since she and Throndir had been born; Lord Elrond still had the most fun mischievous side that she had ever seen in any elf she had met. (Y/n) able to imagine that he might even have been worse than her aunt's sons, when he was a young elfling.

"Princess.........." A voice came. (Y/n) turning to see the son of Gondor, making his way out onto the balcony. The princess a little shocked to find that her heart had begun to beat quicker again, as he slowly approached.

"Captain Boromir........."

"You......you know who I am........?" Boromir asked, as he moved a little closer to her.

"As you appear to know who I am, Captain." (Y/n) countered, as she leant against the balcony. Boromir finding his mouth dry, palms dampen, and heart quicken its pace, as he took in the beauty before him. The Princess under the Mountain, its jewel, appearing ethereal as the soft rays of the moon bathed her in their glow. She definitely more elven than dwarf; her face, the way that she held herself most certainly speaking of her mother. Yet her stronger body and mass of dark hair was much more like her dwarven kin. The oldest son of Denethor sure that she must be the most perfect mix of the two races.

"My uncle told me who you were..........."

"And which one would that be, I hear you have far too many to count.........?" Boromir chuckled. The captain taking a step back, as the princess stood up straighter. Her face, her look changing at the seemingly mocking nature of his question. The man appearing to forget that she was part dwarf, and that side of her would not stand for her family being spoken of in such a way.

"And what does that mean........?" (Y/n) demanded to know.

"My family, the ones that I love are not just those that share my blood; but also, those that share a bond with my family, through their loyalty. Each dwarf that joined my father and mother on the journey to reclaim the Mountain from the dragon, is my uncle; as is Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit that also accompanied them. Gandalf, the wizard, is like a grandfather to me. Even the skin-changer, Beorn, I call my kin. So, captain, if you have a problem with that; if you have an issue with any of my family, then I have an issue with you. I do not take such insults, lightly........." She continued, as she came to stand before the shocked looking man.

"Do not let my elven appearance fool you, captain; for I am every inch my father's daughter, and will gladly prove it, if you speak of my family, again........." (Y/n) giving the man one last glare before making her way back into the hall, and heading straight for the table where Glóin, Gimli and Legolas sat.

She knew that she was probably overreacting; but sometimes her dwarven nature got the better of her, and she acted before she thought. She was sure that the man from Gondor had not meant anything bad by what he had said, (Y/n) having to admit that yes, she and Throndir did see many as their uncles; but how could they not; these dwarves had been in their lives from the moment they were born. Fili and Kili, the ones that would play with them. Dwalin their sworn sword. Balin and Ori, their teachers. Bofur the one that would make them laugh with his silly songs, while Oin would care for them when they were sick; and Bombur would make them their favourite food. The rest of them, to a dwarf, and a hobbit, always being such important parts of their world; and given that, even the seemingly smallest slight against any of them, against Legolas or their grandfather, would result in a dramatic reaction. (Y/n) just glad that Throndir wasn't there; for the princess knew that his response would have been far more hands on, than hers. The Jewel of Erebor quickly taking her seat next to Glóin before she placed her head on his shoulder. The old dwarf looking around to make sure that no elf was watching, before he kissed her on the forehead. A subtle smile pulling at his and Gimli's lips, as they watched the sheepish appearing man from Gondor, making his way back to his table.