Summary: 60 years have passed since Erebor was reclaimed and the Ring of Power has been found. Lord Elrond of Rivendell has sent word to all the Kingdoms of Middle Earth to come to a meeting so that they can deal with this threat. When word reaches Erebor, Thorin Oakenshield decides that the best option is to send a Dwarf that is able to get along with the Elves of Rivendell but who is also a wizard.

Haraldur along with Gimli, son of Gloin, will travel to Rivendell. From there they will begin the adventure of a lifetime. They will join four Hobbits, two from the Race of Men, an Elf and a Wizard to form the Fellowship of the Ring.

Thorin was finally taking some time off and playing his harp with Haraldur in the music room. It was rare that father and son got any time to spend together what with Thorin's busy schedule and Haraldur helping Dwalin training the new guard. So these precious moments were cherished between the both of them.

60 years had passed since the Dwarves of Erebor had reclaimed their homeland with the help of a little wizard. And in that time period, Haraldur had grown into a fine Dwarrow. He was tall for a Dwarf, as tall as Thorin, with dark hair like his father and kept his beard short in memory of those that were lost in the Battle of the Five Armies. All in all, if you didn't know of his adoption you would say that he actually was the son of Thorin King Under the Mountain.

By this time, Haraldur was also courting his One, who just so happened to be the great-granddaughter of Bard, which made Thorin very happy. He was already a great uncle but he could not wait to become a grandfather. And as they played their harps Thorin looked at his son with great fondness and remembered when the boy asked him to teach him to play.

They were suddenly interrupted when by a Balin who came rushing into the music room, "My apologies, My King, My Prince, but we have just received a raven from Lord Elrond of Rivendell."

Thorin and Haraldur looked at each other. Putting down their harps, Thorin stood up and made his way over to Balin, "Lord Elrond you say?"

Thorin takes the letter from Balin, he reads the note. Thorin's eyes widen then he reads it again.

"Assemble the council immediately, Balin."

"What is it, Adad?"

Thorin hands the note to Haraldur. Haraldur reads the note, his eyes widen as well, "By Mahal, this cannot be true."

"It has to be, My Son, or else would not have called for such a council in Rivendell," Thorin tells him, "Come, we have much to discuss."

With that, Thorin and Haraldur make their way out of the music room to the council hall.

By the time they arrive, all the council member are present and seated. Fili and Kili along with a very pregnant Tauriel have taken their places at the table. It had taken some time for the rest of the council to trust Tauriel but after a while, she had proven to be an invaluable advisor. Thorin and Haraldur walk in and take their place. Thorin at the head with Balin at his side. While Haraldur sits next to Tauriel.

"I have called this council to order to discuss the letter that has just arrived from Lord Elrond of Rivendell. It appears the One Ring has been found."

There was silence at first and then a huge uproar, the council began shouting at once. It was so loud and chaotic that one could not understand what was being said. Finally, Thorin called for silence.

Balin was the first to speak, "What else does the letter say, Thorin?"

"Lord Elrond asks that we send emissaries from Erebor to Rivendell to discuss what should be done with the Ring Of Power."

"And who will you send, My King?" One of the council members asks.

"I will obviously send Haraldur. He has the best relationship with the Elves of Rivendell and speaks the language. Unfortunately, Tauriel as his sworn guard cannot go because of her condition and before you ask, Kili, you will not go either. I know that where Haraldur goes Gimli will go as well, so Gloin, you will go. Dwalin and a company of guards. I want everyone ready within a week's time."

Those that were named nod their heads and the council leave the council room. Haraldur goes to find his best friend and tell him the news that they will be traveling to Rivendell as emissaries of Erebor. He finds Gimli in the practice yard sparring with one of the young recruits.

"Very good, Lad, now plant your feet firmly and your shoulder relaxed."

The two Dwarves clashed. The young recruit was doing very well but was still no match for Gimli and his axe. Once the match was over and Gimli help the young recruit up, Haraldur made his way down to the practice yard.

"That was a mighty fine match, my friend."

"Not really, the Lad hardly was a challenge. Why don't you grab your sword and we'll go a few rounds."

"I'd love to, Gimli but I have news for you."

Gimli planted his axe in the ground, "Oh, and what news do you have for me?"

"You and I have been chosen by the king to be emissaries for the kingdom of Erebor at a meeting in Rivendell."

"No."

"Of course, we will not be going alone, your father and Dwalin will be accompanying us along with a company of guards."

"Of course, can't have a prince of Erebor going off unguarded," Gimli says with a smirk.

Haraldur shoves his best friend and they both laugh.

"So, when do we leave?"

"In a week."

"That's more than enough time to get my axes cleaned and sharpened and give you a chance to finally propose to your One," Gimli says with a smirk.

Haraldur punches Gimli in the shoulder causing Gimli to laugh as Haraldur storms out of the practice room. He had been thinking of proposing for a long time now. He and Tilda, named after her great aunt, had been courting for two years now and Haraldur felt it was time to ask for her hand. He had, of course, gotten Thorin's permission quite some time ago he just needed to get King Girion's permission.

Haraldur decided that he would propose to his One before he left to the council in Rivendell. Haraldur made his way to his room in the royal wing of the castle. He walked into his room and went straight to the washroom to bathe. After he finished bathing he changed into a white tunic, black trousers, his royal blue chain mail shirt, and his black coat. Strapping his sword to his waist, and his wand to his wrist. Haraldur goes to his dresser, grabs the betrothal bead he had made for Tilda and puts it in his pocket. He leaves his room and runs right into his father.

Thorin looked at Haraldur curiously and sees his son begin to blush and fidget nervously. A smile begins to spread across Thorin's face, "Ah, I see you are finally going to ask for Princess Tilda's hand in marriage."

"How did you know?"

"You are nervous and fidgeting, the last time you were like that you asked her if you could court her," Thorin said with a chuckle.

Haraldur narrowed his eyes at his father, "You are not making this any easier, Adad."

Thorin wrapped his arm around Haraldur's shoulder, "I am your father, it is my duty to make fun of you."

"Very funny, Adad," Haraldur hugs Thorin, "I am going now."

"Would you like me to go with you?"

"No, thank you, Adad, I think I should do this myself."

Thorin nod, "May Mahal be with you, my son."

"Thank you, Adad."

Haraldur makes his way to the stables where he has one of the stable boys saddle his pony. He gets on his pony and rides down to Dale toward the royal palace.

Upon his arrival to the palace, the herald announced him to the king. King Girion stood up from his chair in his study and came over to greet Haraldur.

Prince Haraldur, it is wonderful to see you. How fares the kingdom of Erebor?

"All is well, your Majesty, how fares the kingdom of Dale?"

"The same, what brings you by today?" As if he didn't know.

Haraldur took a deep breath, "Your Majesty I have come to ask for your permission to ask for Tilda's hand in marriage."

Girion gave him a sly smile, "I was wondering when you would ask for her hand. Of course, you have my permission to ask for her hand." Girion says with a chuckle.

Haraldur smiles brightly, his green eyes shining, "Thank you, your Majesty. I must tell you though that the marriage will have to wait until I return from my travels."

"Ah yes, the council in Rivendell, we too received a raven on the matter."

"Will you be sending a representative?"

"No, King Thorin and I have decided that since our kingdoms are soon to be united you will represent both kingdoms."

Haraldur nods. Girion smiles at Haraldur, "I am sure you are anxious to speak with my daughter. Why do you not go now? She was out in the garden earlier."

Haraldur thanked King Girion and left to see his love. He found her exactly where he said she would be. Tilda was in the process of picking flowers with her handmaiden following behind her. He smiled at the sight.

"The roses do not compare to your beauty, my love."

Tilda turned around and smiled at the sight of Haraldur standing at the entrance to the garden. She goes rushing towards Haraldur and jumps into his awaiting arms. Haraldur hugs her tightly and twirls her around. He kisses her sweetly on the lips.

"What brings you here, my love?"

Haraldur smiles, "I came today to speak with your father."

There is an excitement in Tilda's eyes as she stares at her beloved, "And what exactly did the two of you speak of?"

Haraldur takes her by the hand and leads her to the gazebo near a pond. They sit down and he takes her hands in both of his, "I came to ask your father's permission for us to become betrothed. That is of course if you will have me, my love."

Tilda launched herself into Haraldur's arms and hugged him tightly, "Of course I will have you, my prince. You are the love of my life I would be honored to be your wife."

Haraldur pulled Tilda away from him and cupped her face, he gently kissed her lips and they both sighed. He then pulled out the bead that he had in his pocket. It was a bead made out of mithril and sapphire, the colors of the House of Durin with a raven carved into it. He sectioned off a piece of Tilda's blonde hair and began to braid it. Once he was finished Haraldur clipped the bead in her hair.

Tilda leans over and looks at her reflection in the pond. She lovingly strokes her new betrothal braid and looks at the bead. Turning to Haraldur she smiles at him, "You have made me the happiest Maiden in all of Dale and Erebor."

"And you have made me the happiest Dwarf in Middle Earth, thank you, my love," Haraldur then frowns making him look a little like Thorin, "There is only one problem."

Tilda looks at him curiously, "What is that, my love?"

"We will not be able to marry for some time. I am being sent to Rivendell for a meeting with Lord Elrond and other Kingdoms of Middle Earth."

Tilda nods, "Yes, my father made mention of this. He said that the Ring of Power has been found. Do not fret, my love. I will wait as long as it takes and upon your return, we will be married."

Haraldur smiles at her and gathers her up in his arms, "You are a wonderful woman, Tilda, and I am proud to have you as my One. Men lananubukhs me."

Tilda smiled, "I love you too."

A/N I just wanted to give you all a taste of the first chapter of my new story to see if you like it. Please do not expect any other update until the fall.