5- Feast at Elrond's

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Tensions were running high at this point. We were all exhausted and tired of fleeing from foes left and right. I kept my mouth shut, but I desperately needed a break. Luckily, it seemed I'd get one in Rivendell. Dwalin and Fíli shifted uneasily next to me as we walked.

We came to the courtyard and were greeted by a dark-haired Elf. He walked down a flight of stairs, holding an air of grace. "Mithrandir." He said, looking to Gandalf. He smiled. "Ah, Lindir!" The two friends greeted each other, leaving the Dwarves to grumble darkly. "Stay sharp." Thorin whispered to Dwalin, though the rest of us heard him, too.

I rubbed the side of my face, irritated. "Do you lot trust Gandalf?" They eyed me warily, some shaking their heads yes. "If he thinks that being here is a good idea, then it is. Where the bloody hell would we be if by some miracle we had escaped the Orcs? Sleeping in the wilderness? Maybe getting attacked by worse forces than Trolls?"

"Your point?" Thorin drawled mockingly. I shot him a look and retorted, "My point is mind your damn manners. Got it?" Thorin huffed haughtily and turned his back to me. I flared my nostrils and I turned my gaze to the cut on my arm, hoping the bleeding would stop soon. As I wrapped it up hastily, cursing myself for not doing it earlier, I realized, feeling a bit sad, that they still didn't trust me. They thought of me as a burden. Hell, they haven't even told me what the quest is yet...But then again...I haven't even known them for a whole day yet! Get a grip! They have every right to be guarded against a newcomer. Especially someone like me.

Gandalf and Lindir talked for a few minutes when the horn we heard earlier sounded again. I turned around to see that a group of armed Elven warriors were riding towards us on horseback. They were going pretty fast and I started to worry when they weren't slowing down. "Ifridî bekâr!" (Hold ranks!) Thorin shouted in what I assumed was Dwarvish. "Hold ranks!"

The Dwarves created a tight circle, shoving me and Bilbo into the middle. I squirmed and cursed under my breath. They were treating me like a china doll and it pissed me off. Had they not seen me fighting with them against the Orcs? Had I not saved Thorin and Kíli? I felt a wave of anger and hot tears forming in my eyes.

I forced them back and watched in fear as the Elven warriors drew their horses around us, forming another tight circle. Their leader emerged from the midst of his people, still horseback. "Gandalf." The Elf said, nodding. Gandalf bowed to the Elf, smiling pleasantly. I studied the Elf from where I was and found that he seemed older, not much in looks, and wiser than the rest.

"Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh?" (My friend! Where have you been?) Gandalf said first in English, then in what I assumed was Elvish. "Farannem 'lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui." (We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.) Elrond replied in his native tongue, leaving the rest of us out of the loop. At least, I was pretty sure that none of the Dwarves spoke Elvish. I could've been wrong.

Elrond dismounted from his steed and went to hug Gandalf. Suprisingly, he started to speak English again. "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near." His tone wasn't accusing, but he said it as if he were sure it had been us. He held up an Orc sword to Gandalf before handing it off to Lindir.

"Ah, that may have been us." Gandalf said apologetically. Thorin stepped forward, looking guarded. Elrond eyed him with recognition. "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain." Ah, so these guys do the whole 'blank, son of blank' thing. I think they did that in Narnia, too. "I do not believe we have met." Thorin commented.

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain." Elrond claimed. I frowned. What Mountain? Thorin is royalty? How old is this Elrond? "Indeed; he made no mention of you." Thorin snipped. I winced, knowing that this conversation couldn't have been complete without Thorin insulting our-hopefully-host. Elrond narrowed his eyes, but turned to the Elves and spoke Elvish again, leaving me lost, wondering what he was saying. "Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin." (Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests.)

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