Adventures of The Sad, Broken, and Happy (Hobbit Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23 Dinners and Dancing

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Emily
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I've heard tonight's the night we have to leave after Lord Elrond reads the map for us. After our dinner of course though.

"Thank you Lord Elrond for your amazing hospitality," Allie thanks Lord Elrond before sitting down next to Grace.

"Your welcome Lady Allie," Lord Elrond smiles and sits down with Gandalf and Thorin.

"Emily where's Sam?" Bilbo ask me blushing a tad when he does.

"She's on kitchen duty because she tried to teach me how to use her axe and we cut off some elfs hair. All of his hair. I'm here because I'm a guest and I can't get kitchen duty even if it was my fault," I reply. "But she is slipping meat and chips under all of your salads," I whisper holding a finger to my lips. The dwarves instantly brighten quite a bit.

"Oh goodie," Allie claps.

Our food comes out and we start to dine. It gets quiet because everyone is chewing but the silence is filled with chewing. Kili is winking at every female elleth and one male one. I wonder if he notices the elf is male. Dwalin notices the staring and elbows Kili.

"I don't like elf maids too thin for me not enough facial hair but that one isn't so bad", Kili explains gesturing to the male elf.

"That's not an elf maid," Alex appears behind Kili. Kili goes completely pale and turns around.

"I-I didn't mean anything by it," he squeaks.

"No you don't thought your quite right he's not so bad," Alex hums approvingly. "I think I'll ask him to dance." Alex smiles and walks over to the elf. They begin slow dancing seconds later.

"May I?" Fili asks me holding out his hand and I blush to the tips of my ears.

"Yes you may." I grin and take his hand. Fili swoops me into a waltz leading me into the steps. It's a hard dance but that's because I've never danced before.

"Ooh I wanna dance, Grace?" Allie squeaks jumping up.

"No," Grace replies and Allie frowns sitting back down. There are just some things Grace won't do.

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Allie
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The two pairs of dancers swirl around and I still and watch envious. Even though Alex is doing it to make Kili jealous (and it's working) she looks like she's having fun. Fili and Emily are definitely having a blast (even though they keep tripping over each others feet.) I just want to enjoy myself right now. I want to have fun before we leave Rivendall behind. In Rivendall everyone seems so happy and at ease.

As soon as we hit the road Thorin will be back to his apathetic state, Grace will be in high kill alert, Alex will be back to swearing and bitterness, Emily will return to her shy state, Kili will start terrifying Bilbo again, Fili will try to be responsible way to much, Bilbo will go back to complaining, Bifur will stop carving his toys, Bofur will stop smoking (he will run out), Oin will stop mixing medicine (can't afford too taste any), Gloin will stop counting his money (can't risk thieves), Dwalin will stop using his free time to train Ori (have to watch out for orcs), Balin will stop writing (don't want to waste any ink), Dori will never stop mothering Ori, Nori will practice his their very skills on us (he returns everything but it's still annoying), Ori will constantly write everything happening (giving him hand cramps), Bombur will always be hungry (can't waste any food so no in between meal snacking), Gandalf may run off again, and I well I will have to continue my facade of everything being alright.

"This music is a little drab," I mumble.

"I feel like I'm at a funeral," Ori grumbles.

"Funeral who died?" Oin asks because he stuffed his ear trumpet with a cloth to block out the noise.

"No one," Grace responds.

"You known what this needs?" Bofur asks grinning from ear to ear.

"A new song and table dancing?" I ask my eyes lighting up.

"Yes!" Bofur exclaims jumping on the table.

"Oh 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," Bofur sings and food starts flying around. Everyone is laughing while the elves nearly cry. A handful of mashed potatoes hits a statue of an elvish woman and a tomatoes follows. Kili gets hit with a bread roll (Alex.) So Kili hurls back a pepper. This ensues a full on food fight.

Grace and I start dueling with bread sticks, Fili and Emily throw lettuce leaves, Alex and Kili nail each other with mashed potatoes, Bofur and Bilbo toss onions, Bombur catches flying food, Dwalin dodges all projectiles hurled at him, Oin and Gloin sit quietly but toss a few cherry tomatoes here and there, Balin and Dori sit laughing at the childish fight, Bifur laughs merrily shouting in kuzudhal, Ori hurls any food at Dwalin, and Nori pockets silverware when he thinks no one is watching. There is laughing and shouting and I love it. Every second of it that's of course till Thorin got hit with a juicy tomatoe (may or may not have been thrown by me.) That's when it all stopped. Everyone freezes and stares at the glowering leader.

"I BROUGHT STEAK," Sam yells running in with a huge steak on a silver platter.

"WOOOHOOO," everyone yells and even Thorin grins ( if I ask he'll say he didn't.)

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Sam
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After everyone bathed (again) I decided to go to the dwarves temporary quarters.

"Sam!" Emily and Bilbo exclaim when I show up.

"Our hero bringer of meet," Fili and Kili cheer.

"It was the right thing to do," I fake nobleness and everyone laughs.

"Hey guys so who's running this company of yours?" I ask.

"I do," Thorin appears from the shadows suddenly.

"Ah! Oh wow that was majestic. Okay anyway I want to join you," I blurt out.

"Why?" Thorin asks.

"Well my soul sister is a part of your company and I don't belong here anymore than you do," I admit.

"What use will you be of us?" Thorin counters.

"Have you seen me fight?" I ask brandishing my battle axe (which is the size of the hobbits.) "I think I'll be quite of use. Oh and my elvish skill is reading minds," I add after some thought.

"How do we know you won't read our minds?" Thorin demands.

"Because I'll take an oath and elves take their oaths very seriously. Here I vow to never to read your mind unless it's and absolute emergency. But one thing if your projecting your thoughts I really can't help it."

"I suppose so. I do admit you are a skilled fighter."

"Oh thank you!" I exclaim.

"Don't mention it," Thorin shrugs.

"Hi guys. Grace can you braid my hair?" Allie asks walking in with every hair. She took a bit longer in the bath.

"Sure come here," Grace remarks. Allie smiles and sits in front of Grace.

"Thanks." Allie beams and Grace braids the longest parts of her short hair.

"I didn't know they were involved that way!" Bofur thinks loudly.

"Cute they must be platonics," Kili thinks loudly and is swear they said that they were. Why are the dwarves freaking outn

"Grrrrr," is what Thorin projects loudly. All the dwarves are looking at Allie and Grace curiously. What's their problem?