He turned his head and saw his daughter standing there laughing and looking in his direction.

He walked up to her and smiled and said to her

-Garich i dhôl goll o Orch! (You have the hollow head of an Orc!).

-Ná! (Indeed, certainly) she replied, her face always smiling.

-Tampa, Elenwë! (That's enough, Elenwë!)

-Mae Ada, díheno. (Yes Daddy, sorry)

Elrond looked at his daughter who had laughed so cheerfully at his annoyance and said to him:

-A hótule asinye i meneltannar tirien!

(Come outside with me and look at the stars).

-Mae Ada.

They went outside to get some fresh air and Elrond sighed and stared at Elenwë.

It was a beautiful night and the stars were shining brighter than ever.

-Naughty girl! he said, smiling broadly. You're supposed to support me, not laugh at me!

-I know, Daddy, but you looked so exasperated that it escaped me!

-Come on, now! What did I expect? After all, at two years old you were a terror.

-Was I?

Elenwë was really surprised to hear that.

-You could have driven poor Haldir mad! Do you know what they called you? The "Terror of the Lorién"!

-Didn't they? Elenwë strangled herself.

-Oh yes! An unbearable little elf!

As soon as they thought you were asleep, you would run away to roost in high places.

Poor Haldir would spend hours looking for you.

By the way... that's how I met you for the first time.

-Were you looking for me?

-No. It was dark and you were supposed to be in bed. Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn and I were engaged in a very serious discussion when suddenly a little elf arrived and looked at me and called me "Ada". That was the first time you spoke. And that was to call me "Ada". And after that... You never left us again, little Elenwë.

-Do you regret it?

-Not in the least. I'm very happy to have you as my daughter.

Elrond approached his adopted daughter and gently kissed her forehead.

-Hantale, Ada. (Thank you, Papa)

Elenwë looked at the stars in the sky.

She listed the names of several of them in her head.

Elemmírë, Eärendil, Carnil, Alcarinquë, Lumbar, Luinil, Nénar?

The silence and calm after this eventful meal was divine.

Finally, after giving Elenwë a brief hug, Elrond went out to take care of his business.

Elrond had to confess, however, to being intrigued by the reason for the Company's existence, its purpose and why, in its wake, it had dragged with it a horde of Orcs through its territory. Sauron's servants were not in the habit of venturing so close to the beautiful Imladris.

The elves had quickly eradicated them without too much trouble on their mounts and with their arrows. Gandalf had remained unclear about their quest for the Lord of the Land. The one they called Peredhel knew how to be patient.

The Grey Wizard had probably not made a diversion through his city for a common reason. And then the dwarves seemed surprised to have landed in an Elvish city.

If he hadn't gotten answers about the quest of twelve dwarves, a hobbit and a magician, he thought the answers would come in their time.

For the time being, the evening had come to an end and the moon had slowly appeared in the sky, chasing the sun away to bring the night and its starry vault. A lunar quarter shone with its silver light, bathing the Bruinen in an opaline glow.

The Lord of Imladris had been busy in the great library, sorting out a few scrolls. He enjoyed the return of calm after the hectic meal.

***

Silent was the nightfall, lulled by the songs of the Elves whose words he did not understand.

The place was the colour of silver, the flowing river shimmering under the moon.

He took the time to sit on a bench by the river, silent, meditating.

And as Dùrin's heir once again looked at the map he had taken out of his pockets and held it in his hands without being able to find any indication of the door he was to find, he knew it was time for him to find their host.

***

The lord of Imladris, seizing the map, said:

-Aah! Lunar runes!

-Can you decipher them?

-These runes were written on the eve of the summer solstice under moonlight in its first quarter 200 years ago. You must have been destined to come to Rivendell. How fortunate, an identical moon shines above us tonight.

Lord Elrond approached the stone on which the moon's rays were reflected.

Then the runes appeared and he read:

"Stand by the grey stone when the thrush strikes. And the setting sun with the last light of Durin's day will shine on the lock."

-Durin's day? Elrond asked

-The first day of the dwarves' New Year when the last autumn moon and the first winter sun appear together in the sky.

-Durin's day is approaching.

-We have time.

-Time for what?

-To find the entrance. We have to stand in the right place at the right time and only then will the door open.

-Your goal is to enter the Mountain?

-So what if it is?

-No one would say that it is not very safe.

But Thorin gave no credence to the wise words of the lord of Imladris.

The dwarves left as soon as they had the chance, a few days after this discussion.

The quest ended with the liberation and awakening of Smaug, the destruction of the town of Dale, the death of the dragon thanks to the brave Bard, and finally the Battle of the Five Armies, where for the first time in centuries elves, dwarves and men who had previously been at odds with each other joined forces to fight the Orcs.

The battle was won, but Thorin-Écu-De-Chêne, descendant of Durin's lineage, lost his life, as did Fili and Kili, his so young nephews.

At Imladris, from the day the company of dwarves left, life was once again peaceful, sometimes punctuated by the visits of Aragorn and Mithrandir.

But... about eighty years after the visit of the dwarves to Rivendell -which everyone remembered, of course- the dark forces in the East were stirring.

Arwen, had returned from the Lothorién shortly before.

Lady Galadriel often came in these dark hours to converse with Elrond.

The future looked very bleak, but the young Elenwë (who is... let's see... six hundred and fifty-eight years old) could not help thinking about it.

Bilbon Sacquet, the same man who had accompanied the thirteen dwarves in their reconquest of the Solitary Mountain, arrived some time later.

Things were in a hurry. The Lord of Imladris was less joyful and more worried.

Aragorn and Arwen's love for each other did not help.

Elenwë, as a healer, took care of her father by reducing his anxiety.

The Master of Rivendell was grateful to her for this.

No one in Imladris was prepared for the events that occurred a few months later...