Earenniel P.O.V.
Location: Still at the feast
Elrond studies the runes on the scabbard for a moment before his long, pale fingers wrap around the pommel to partially unsheathe the blade. He raises a surprised brow and looks up at the dwarf.
"This is Orcrist, the goblin cleaver....A famous blade. Forged by the high elves of the west. My kin." He slides the sword home and turns it, offering the hilt back to Thorin.
"May it serve you well." Elrond said.
Thorin takes the sword back with a courteous inclination of his regal head and you smile gratefully, glad to see that he was at least making an effort at last.
Gandalf hands his sword across for examination and Elrond's surprised expression grows.
"And this is Glamdring. The Foehammer. Sword of the king of Gondolin. These were made for the goblin-wars of the First Age. How did you come by them?" Lord Elrond asked.
"We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs." Gandalf said.
"And what were you doing on the great east road?" Elrond stilled.
"Excuse me." Thorin says before he gets up from the table and walks away to a different side of the dwarves' table while Gandalf and Elrond exchange looks.
"Thirteen dwarves and a hobbit. Hmmm strange traveling companions, Gandalf." Elrond says as he takes a sip of his wine.
"These are the descendants of the house of Durin. They're noble and decent folk. And they're surprisingly cultured. They've got a deep love of the arts." Gandalf said.
Elrond turns towards me.
"And what of you, lady Earenniel?" He asks.
"Do I have a deep love for the arts?" I asked and Elrond nodded.
"Yes, I would say so, but there's nothing else I love more than the water." I say.
"In my bed chambers at home I have a never-ending fountain, well at least I think it is because I never reached the bottom." I say smiling.
"You're an excellent swimmer I presume." Elrond says.
"Of course, my father is Poseidon." I say.
"Ah. That explains a lot then. That makes you not of this world, not of middle earth to be more exact." Gandalf said.
"Yes, and I came here in search of my mother, but I received the ill news of her passing...I only wish to return home, there is nothing left for me here." I say.
"Your mother had a son, with king Thranduil of Mirkwood. Would you not like to meet him?" Lord Elrond asks.
"I would be honored to meet him, but I'm not welcome anywhere on middle earth." I say.
"Now who gave you that idea?" Gandalf asks.
"King Daeron." I say.
"Of course he would. I never liked him." Gandalf said scrunching up his face.
"Earenniel, you are always welcome in Rivendell. This will be your home until you find the will back to yours." Elrond said.
"I thank you for the offer and hospitality lord Elrond, but I may never return to my world." I say.
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