3rd person P.O.V

Location: Outside of the Cave

They finally reached the end of the tunnel, coming to the other side of a mountain. When they gathered around. Everyone saw a pathway leading to a valley and in the valley was a beautiful white palace, surrounded by green trees and clear fountains.

"The Valley of Imladris. In the common tongue, it is known by another name." Gandalf said as he emerged from the path.

"Rivendell." Bilbo whispers in awe.

"Here lies the Last Homely House East of the Sea." Gandalf explained to the dwarves who had started to mutter in wonder.

Thorin turned to look at Gandalf angrily.

"This was your plan all along." He said accusingly.

"To seek refuge with our enemy." He continued in anger.

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield! The only ill will to be found this valley is that which you bring yourself!" Gandalf snapped at him.

"You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing?" Thorin demanded the wizard.

"They will try to stop us." Thorin said.

"Of course they will! But we have questions that need to be answered." Gandalf retorted, and this time Thorin couldn't argue back.

"If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact. And respect. And no small degree with charm". Gandalf told them. "

"This is why will leave the talking to me." Gandalf finished as they continued their long descent down the hill.

The Company walks across a bridge and enter Rivendell. A few elves that live in Rivendell are seen strolling about. Bilbo couldn't help but gaze at the beauty of this place. The Dwarves on the other hand. were more uneasy, not taking in the beautiful sceneries like Bilbo.

After crossing the bridge there were two warrior statues that stood on either side of the entrance path. As they walked through them they gathered around a round-shaped courtyard. The dwarves still uneasy as they took In the elven kingdoms view.

Everyone's eyes turned to the staircase leading up to the city, and noticed a tall figure wearing purple robes walking down the stairs towards them. As the Ellon got closer his features became clearer. He had long brown hair that was swept back by the circlet on his head, Which showed off his pointed elven ears.

"Mithrandir." The figure nodded to Gandalf as he approached them.

"Ah, Lindir." Gandalf said as he greeted him.

"Stay sharp." Thorin warned through the Crowed of his warriors.

"*Lastannem I athrannedh I Vruinen.*" (*We heard you had crossed into the Valley.*) Lindir said.

"I must speak with Lord Elrond." Gandalf told Lindir.

"My Lord Elrod is not here." Lindir stated simply.

"Not here? where is he?" Gandalf asked, seeming a bit worried.

Before Lindir could answer, the same horn noise that they had heard from earlier is heard. The Company turns around and they see a group of armed horsemen approaching along the bridge at a rapid rate.

"*Ifridî bekâr!*" (*Ready weapons!*) Thorin said in Khozdil.

"Hold ranks!" He says as they quickly huddled in a circle and pulled Bilbo into the middle and formed a protective circle around him everyone inside and outside the inner circle had their weapons pointed outward.

When the Elves arrive they ride in circles around the dwarves. Eventually, they stop, and one elf, Elrond, separates himself from the others.

"Gandalf." greeted the Elf That had just recently separated himself from the others. An Elf maiden was also spotted on his horse as well.

Gandalf bows gracefully towards Elrond.

"Lord Elrond, *Mellon nin! Mo evínedh?*" (*My friend! Where have you been?*) Gandalf said.

"*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 said.

Elrond turns towards Earenniel.

"*Tessa sina ten' Amin.*" (*will you hold this for me.*) Elrond said handing her the reigns and she gladly excepted them.

As Lord Elrod climbed down from his horse Earenniel moved up taking his spot on top of his horse.

The Horse became a little jumpy with the slight change In rider, as the horse didn't know who the person was on top of him. She began to pet his mane to soothe him into calming down.

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Earenniel POV

Location: Entrance to Rivendell

'Shhh...it's okay I'm not gonna hurt or control you. I just need you to stay still until your rider, Lord Elrond greets his old friend...You don't want to make a fool out of yourself in front of your horse friends do you?' I ask the horse.

'No.' the horse replies back.

'Good.' I said as I continued to caress his mane.

I watch as Elrond Embraces Gandalf.

"Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders, We found the lady Earenniel fending them off herself." Lord Elrond finally switched to Westron or otherwise known as English where I am from.

"Something, or someone, had drawn them near and I don't think it was only her doing." he said pointedly with a small smile signaling that he knows they were the ones who attracted the orcs.

"It may have also been us" Gandalf said as he turned towards the dwarves, beckoning One of them to step closer. I'm assuming this Dwarf is their leader.

"Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain." Elrond greeted him.

"I do not believe we have met." Thorin said stepping closer.

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled Under the Mountain." Elrond says.

"Indeed, He made no mention of you." Thorin said gruffly.

Elrond looked at Thorin for brief seconds until his eyes drifted towards the rest of Thorin's company.

"*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.*) Elrond says.

"What is he saying?" Gloin snapped at him.

"Does he offer us insult?" he demanded angrily, the other dwarves agreeing with him.

"No, Master Gloin, he's offering you food." Gandalf said reassuring them.

The dwarves began to murmur. I didn't understand why these dwarves seemed so hostile towards the Elves. I hope they won't be if I come in contact with them.

They finally stopped talking and the dwarf Gloin cleared his throat.

"Well, in that case, lead on." Gloin told Elrond.

Elrond then looked up to me and gestured with his hand to come down from his horse. I gracefully landed on my feet and handed his horse to the nearest guard so he can take him to the stables.

"Gandalf, There is someone I would like you to meet." Elrond said To Gandalf.

"Yes, and who is this beautiful Elleth you great me with?" Gandalf asked with a smile.

"This is Earenniel, Daughter of Ellerian. Princess of Aearlondell." Elrond said.

"I was wondering Who the Elleth was, that was upon your horse Lord Elrond." Gandalf then turns to me and say. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady." Gandalf then bowed to me.

"The pleasures all mine." I say.

Lindir, Elrond, Gandalf, Thorin and I were the last ones to walk up the stairs. We all followed Lindir's lead and we were guided to what looks an outdoor dining area that looked out to a wonderful view of Rivendell. When we reached the dining hall, The dwarves were already there. They had already settled around two small tables awaiting their hosts.

"Kind of you to invite us. I'm not really dressed for dinner." Gandalf said As we headed up small steps leading to the dining area.

"Well, you never are." Lord Elrond says.

Some Elves were playing harps and flutes while The dwarves were all talking among themselves.

Elrond, Gandalf, Thorin and I sat at a separate height table, while the dwarves tables were close to the floor. I was seated turned away from the beautiful view. Gandalf was seated on my left, Thorin on my right and Lord Elrond was in front of me. Lindir was standing next to Elrond's side.

Soon the Elves brought the dwarves and us our dinner, but to the dwarves looked at their food in horror. The dinner they had received only consisted of vegetarian dishes. I smiled looking over at them as they examined the food skeptically and grumbled at the lack of meat on their plates.

My eyes traveled to The Dwarf named Kili, The one I Protected while the orcs were chasing them. He looked up to meet my gaze and smiled at me and wink. Does he know that it was me that Shot the orc that was chasing him? I didn't want him to think I disliked his gesture so, I sent him a warm smile before turning around and eating my food.

"Change the tune, why don't you." A dwarf complained to the harp-playing Elf before turning to his Company, "I feel like I'm a funeral!" he finished.

"Did someone die?" another asked in confusion.

"Alright lads, there's only one thing for it."

Right on cue, the dwarf suddenly climbs up onto one of the lowered tables. The goblets and plates that were on the table, were sent scattering to the floor as he jumps toward the center. He gestures towards Lord Elrond with a huge grin before he begins to sing a song.

The gentle music of the harps and flutes fades to silence and the dwarves cheer, the merry drinking tune growing in gusto as others in the company begin to lend their voices to it.

There's an inn

There's an inn

There's a merry old inn

Beneath an old grey hill

And there they brew a beer so brown

The Man in the Moon himself

Came down one night drink his fill

Oh, the ostler has a tipsy cat

That plays the five-string fiddle

And up and down he saws his bow

Now squeaking high

Now purring low.

Now sawing in the middle

So the cat on the fiddle

Played hey-diddle-diddle

A drink that'll wake the dead

He squeaked and he sawed

And he quickened the tune

And the landlord shook the Man in the Moon

"It's after three!"

The dwarf finishes on a high note.

Gandalf squirms uncomfortably with the actions the dwarves are making, he looks even more visibly embarrassed when a scone goes whistling narrowly across his vision.

The food fight began while the dwarf was singing the song and, most of the time it aimed at the dwarf singing and dancing. Most of the shots that came from Kili, splattered across the graceful statues that surrounded the dining area.

The dwarf that was standing on the table singing and dancing was covered in food from head to toe. I have not an ounce of food on me, I had to duck a couple of times to avoid the food hitting me or splash in my face.

Dwarves have horrible table manors. Dancing and singing on top of the tables, throwing food at our hosts. I've never met someone who does that, probably because in Mt. Olympus everyone is so proper. No fun at the table at all. who knows how long these dwarves have been trying to flee from the orcs? I guess they needed to relax for a change.