This shows the POV of individual Dwarves as they try to keep Bilbo safe from the dangers of Rivendell. Fluffy, cracky and might get cheesy soon. Enjoy and don't forget to review!xx
I watch suspiciously as a stupidly beautiful Elf seats itself on the floor. All big blue eyes, long, fine white hair, floaty gowns and bald of face. Yeuch. The Halfling is entranced. He is gazing up at (his? her? It's hard to tell) it's face with a look of true awe and the Elf, vain as they all are, is lapping up the attention like a dog.
The Elf reaches out a slim, smooth hand (honestly, how the hell do they make weapons with hands like that?!) and places it on the Hobbit's head, scrunching up the curls. Even sitting down, the Elf is taller than the Halfling is. I'm suddenly very aware that should the Elf choose to hurt him, the Halfling would be defenceless (at least it would shock him out of the undeserved adoration he is giving the tree-shagger).
I walk over. He doesn't notice me. The Elf is telling him a story of their people. It burns my ears. He is enchanted. Just as I thought. They are users of black magic. I 'accidentally' drop my axe on its hilt, causing the loud sound to echo in the once-quiet area. Even the birds (stupid things, sounding so happy in an Elven environment). The Halfling's green eyes look up at me curiously. I hold out my hand (the one without the axe. Knowing him he'd decpaitate himself by mistake if I gave it to him. Or, even worse, he might break it). He slips his hand in mine, almost unsure of what to do. Aww. He's like Ori at times. Remembering the tree-shagger, I quickly turn from it, Hobbit still holding on, though he pulls a tad.
This is a bad omen. I must tell Balin. Not Thorin. Should he find out his burglar enjoys the company of Elves, (of all the creatures in Middle Earth he could've chosen. Frankly, the Men would be a better choice for friends.) he'd...well. I'm not sure, but I can guarantee he wouldn't take it well.