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italics - elvish
italics - singing
Alenia arrived at the high table, before taking a seat across from Thorin.
Erebor's heir nodded at her, acknowledging her arrival. She grinned back, as Thorin places his new sword in the hands of Lord Elrond.
"This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver. A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West, my kin. May it serve you well." the Lord of Imladris passes the blade back to the dwarf, before taking Gandalf's sword. "And this is Glamdring, the Foe-hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the goblin wars of the First Age..."
Alenia's elven ears perked up as she heard Bilbo and Balin's conversation behind her.
"I wouldn't bother, laddie. Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war." the dwarf said.
"What are you saying, my sword hasn't seen battle?" Bilbo asked.
"I'm not actually sure it is a sword; more of a letter opener, really." Balin admitted.
Alenia stifled a chuckle, returning to the conversation before her.
"How did you come by these?" Elrond asked the wizard.
"We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs." Gandalf explained.
"And what were you doing on the Great East Road?" Elrond asked, looking between Alenia, Gandalf and Thorin.
The Ranger and the wizard followed Thorin's lead and said nothing, avoiding the eyes of the elven lord.
"Thirteen dwarves, a halfling, and a Ranger," Elrond commented. "Strange company you keep, Gandalf."
"Thanks for including me in there," Alenia muttered, before speaking louder. "These are the descendants of the house of Durin."
"They're noble, decent folk," Gandalf added. Alenia turned to observe the dwarves, just in time to see Nori shove a golden candlestick into his coat.
"And surprisingly cultured. They have a deep love of the arts," the wizard continued, oblivious.
"Change the tune, why don't you?" Nori commented to a flutist, wiggling his pinky in his ear as if that would fix it. "I feel like I'm at a funeral."
Oin, who couldn't hear very well with his ear trumpet being stuffed with a napkin, in an attempt to block out the music, asked, "What? Did somebody die?"
