Astrid's POV
A few elves are seen strolling about. Bilbo and I gaze in awe at the beauty of the place. The dwarves look uneasy. A dark-haired elf walks down a flight of stairs and greets us. "Mithrandir" he says greeting Gandalf.
"Ah, Lindir" Gandalf says smiling. As Lindir and Gandalf greet each other, the dwarves murmur amongst themselves in distrust. Suddenly, the Elvish horns from earlier are heard again. The Company turns around and they see a group of armed horsemen approaching along the bridge at a rapid rate.
"Ifridî bekâr!" Thorin shouts in dwarfish. (Translation: ready, weapons). "Hold ranks!" he adds still shouting. The dwarves bunch up together into a tight circle with their weapons pointed outward; the mounted Elves arrive and ride in circles around us. While I roll my eyes at the dwarves behavior. Eventually, the elves stop, and one elf, separates himself from the others.
"Gandalf" the elf says smiling and Gandalf bows to him.
"Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh?" he asks the elf. (Translation: My friend! Where have you been?). Who turns out to called Lord Elrond. He must be the ruler here.
"Farannem 'lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui" Elrond explains. (Translation: We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass). Elrond dismounts from his horse, then he and Gandalf hug. "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near" Elrond says in English.He holds up an Orc sword and shows it to everyone, then hands it to Lindir.
"Ah, that may have been us" Gandalf tells him. Thorin steps forward, and Elrond looks upon him with recognition.
"Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain" he says.
"I do not believe we have met" Thorin tells him.
"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain" Lord Elrond explains.
"Indeed; he made no mention of you" Thorin states.Ignoring this insult, Elrond turns to the dwarves and speaks in Elvish. The dwarves along with Bilbo and I don't understand what he is saying.
"Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin" he says. (Translation: Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests).
"What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?" Gloin asks. The dwarves grow bellicose and grip their weapons uneasily. While I roll my eyes and Bilbo sighs at the dwarves lack of trust towards the kind elves.
"No, master Gloin, he's offering you food" Gandalf says sounding exasperated. The dwarves quickly discuss this amongst themselves.
"Ah well, in that case, lead on" Gloin tells the elves.
"Perhaps the young maiden would like a bath before dinner?" Elrond suggests.
"A bath would be lovely, can someone wash my clothes?" I ask him.
"Of course, a dress shall be provided for dinner and your clothes will be returned to you tonight" he tells me. Lindir then leads me to a private bathing chamber and leaves me to bathe. An elf maiden soon appears with a dress and takes my dirty clothes. I finish my bath and get dressed. Before brushing my hair and leave the chamber. Lindir appeared and escorted me to a court yard. Where the others were being served dinner and I sit at Lord Elrond's table on Gandalf's right hand side. Thorin was leaning against a pillar nearby as Bofur started to sing.
"There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
One night to drink his fill.
The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he runs his bow,
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
Now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
And laughs until he chokes.
They also keep a hornéd cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced,
and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'
So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said" he finished as the other dwarves threw their food around. I roll my eyes as I continue to eat my salad. After dinner Gandalf, Elrond, Thorin, Balin, and Bilbo left to talk in private. While I went to the training grounds to practice knife throwing. The other dwarves went to bath and have a bonfire.
A/N
Picture above of Astrid's dress and video above of Bofur's song.
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