A/N: Just a few things for you to know when you are reading this.
1. When elvish is spoken translation is in ( )
2. I know that some people aren't really related just go with it.
3. Elvish may not be correct. I am mostly using online translators.
Kili
"It is good to know that you all are not really dead. Please stay in Rivendell as long as you need to recuperate. We have some nice guest rooms that you can stay in." Elrond offers.
"That would be very humble of you." Thorin replied.
"I shall have one of my daughters show you to the rooms. Tul! (Come)"
I cross my fingers hoping that little Kendall will com skipping into the room and see us and come hug us but she does not walk in. A elf, about 15 in the age of men walks in. She has an elegant blue dress with seams that look like lightning coming down the chest in a sky blue while the rest of the dress is an aqua blue. The elf has brown hair in a complicated bun design and her eyes bluer than the dress pierce through my soul. (the girl that is the cover for story) I see in her eyes a glitter of hurt before it is masked by hostility and anger.
"Show these dwarves to our guest rooms please?" Elrond asks his daughter.
She gives a curt nod and motions for us to follow.
"So you are one of Lord Elrond's daughters?" Fili asks. The elf throws us a glare before continuing to walk at a fast pace.
"Do you have a little sister, Kendall? Oh I mean umm Limoladiel?" I ask her now. I wonder why she is being so hostile. Maybe the mother has something to do with it. The elf takes a sharp intake of breath.
"My sister has been sick for many years now. She withers like a flower when winter comes. Her time is soon coming to leave this earth and go to the halls of her forefathers." The elf states coolly. "What brings you all to Rivendell?"
"We are going to visit a friend in the Shire." Thorin tells her.
"If you are going to visit Bilbo Baggins you will not find him there. He is here receiving treatment from elves. We are keeping him alive but death lingers at the door waiting to claim the old hobbit."
"Old? Bilbo can't be that old. It's been only 5 years." I shoot at her. What does this elf know?
She spins around. "70 years since you last came through Rivendell. You may not have aged but some have." She snarls, her blue eyes burning with anger. Something about those eyes remind me of someone but I can't place exactly who.
We walk the rest of the way in silence. She opens a door and it shows 13 well made beds. "This is your room. It has a nice view of the training field from the balcony." The elf states and walks to fix a pillow.
She is right. We have a great view. From our balcony there are some trees dividing us from the training ground. I look up and see the tallest point of all Rivendell looming over us. Kendall's room.
"Well I must be off." The elf tells us and leaves not even bothering to say goodbye.
Limoladiel
I walk away from the guest room that the company is staying in.
"Dumb dwarves, they didn't even know it was me leading them." I think to myself as I walk up to my room. "If mother knew she would have a fit. I miss her. She would know what to do." I sigh and walk onto my balcony and watch the sun set slowly. I need to get my anger out. I need to train tonight.