Another one based on something I have questions about in the Hobbit movies; Imagine Thorin biting his tongue out of anger and being unable to talk.

The imagine I came up with myself. Only three more 'days' after this and the stories of last month will get updates again!

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The dwarves walked out of the underground passage. They were surprised to find not a hidden cave but fresh air that greeted them as they stepped out of the darkness. Flowers waved at them as they marched on.

Thorin had only taken five steps out when the view in front of him clicked with something in his head. 

Behind him, Bilbo followed and looked in awe at the serene painting that he was faced with. He stared in awe at all the greenery as the dwarves wanted to return and fight the orc's instead.

Water was coming out of several places; from behind rocks, from under houses and over cliffs. 

A small sanctuary in a world where there was so much violence. Bilbo breathed in deeply, fully enjoying this new experience after so many night in the wild. He wondered if they could stay here for the night.

"The valley of Imladris," Gandalf said, walking up behind Bilbo. "In the common tongue, it is known under a different name."

"Rivendell" Bilbo said, realizing where they had run to. He felt the dwarven leader tense beside him. He wasn't particularly keen on standing by and witnessing the shouting match that would surely ensue between the wizard and the dwarf.

But he had no choice but to stay since it would look strange if he walked off now.

The dwarves seemed a little unsure of what to do next. Some were looking for a way around so that they wouldn't have to meet the elves.

Others just looked at the city with unhidden contempt.

"Here lies the last homely house East of the sea" Gandalf said. He kept calm as he noticed how his companions were behaving.

Thorin turned around, finding a higher place to stand on to confront Gandalf. "This was your plan all along" he said, his eyebrows deeply furrowed. "To seek refuge with our enemy." He kept calm in front of his company.

The white knuckled hand on his axe told another story.

Bilbo decided to move ahead. He was quite curious to see the elves and find out what they were really like. The many books he had read told him many facts and stories alike.

To have an actual chance of meeting this other race was a rare opportunity he didn't want to see slip away between his fingers. Just because the dwarves had some sort of feud going on with them, didn't mean Bilbo couldn't meet them.

The hobbit looked behind once and quickly turned his gaze forward after seeing Thorin. His leader wore a look that was a thin mix between disgust, confusion and anger.

Him or Gandalf would have to do the talking.

Gandalf was soon leading the company. He stalked by Bilbo with his long legs. The hobbit couldn't possibly keep up. Bilbo was already feeling relieved now that the others followed.

The chance of staying at this wonderful place had increased greatly.

They walked over a stone bridge without any railings. "That is a little dangerous" Bilbo wondered as he looked down at the clattering water hitting the ground. Ending up there was to be avoided at any cost.

An elf came down the stairs and immediately recognised Gandalf. It wasn't a surprise that the wizard would know a few elves here and there.

The dwarves whispered amonst themselves as the wizard and elf talked. 

"Stay sharp" Bilbo heard Thorin whisper to Dwalin. They were both leaning on their axes, ready when need be.

Something about Thorin's voice threw Bilbo a little off guard. It was like he was lisping.

A horn suddenly called from behind them. Bilbo and Ori were pushed together, protected by the older dwarves. Ori tried to push himself to the front but one arm of Dwalin held him back in place.

Horses came running up to them, circling around and keeping the dwarves in one place. 

Swords were pointed at the horses' legs to bring them down if they would pose a threat. Soon enough a tall elf got off his horse. And was also welcomed by Gandalf as an old friend. Bilbo visibly relaxed.

Thorin shot an angry glare at the wizard's back. Gandalf had conveniently turned his back towards the dwarves.

The hobbit found it quite rude of the wizard that he spoke in Elvish with the elf. When you have guests over you don't speak a language they don't understand. His mother had always been very clear about that.

So he couldn't blame the dwarves when they thought they were offered insult. 

Finally Gandalf switched back to English, turning around to acknowledge Thorin. Lord Elrond walked up to him. "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain."

Thorin's pride was hurt after being ignored at first. "I do not believe we have met" he said, not meeting the elves' eyes. His voice was more threatening and a little more silent than usually. Dwalin stood smirking behind him.

"You have your grandfathers' bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain" Elrond continued. He kept a close eye on the dwarf standing in front of him.

Thorin' face darkened. "Indeed? He made no mention of you." He looked at him, suspicious about the elves' motives to bring up his grandfather. 

Bilbo was tempted to roll his eyes when Elrond continued their conversation in Elvish. Everyone knew, whether they had met a dwarf or just heard tales about them, that they were easily angered. Talking to them in a foreign language was not a good decision.

The dwarves exchanged confused looks, some raising their weapons to attack the elf. Thorin, once again, felt belittled. As a king he was taught how to ignore provocation. So he kept quiet. And maybe the fact that he had bitten his tongue quite hard a little bit ago may have had something to do with it too.

Instead, Gloin stood up for his king with words. A low growl erupted from deep within him. "What is he saying? Does he offer us insult!" he shouted.

Before the dwarves could rally, Gandalf intervened. "No, master Gloin, he is offering you food."

Elrond looked at the small company, seemingly unimpressed with their behaviour. 

Gloin had the decency to look taken a back. The dwarves whispered to each other, clearly judging whether they should trust or kill the elves. 

Since Thorin's tongue was still hurting, Gloin continued the deal. "Ah well. In that case lead on."

Several hums and nods followed at the promise of food. They didn't put their weapons away just yet. You never knew with elves.