"Rivendell!" I exclaimed cheerfully alongside Bilbo who was staring at it in awe, his pupils slightly dilated. That's exactly how I looked when I first saw it on-screen. The only difference is that I was sitting in the tether with my younger sister who was, quite conveniently, drooling all over my hand and I was stuffing my mouth with popcorn. It was a magical time.

"What are we waiting for, let's go!" I said, happily pouncing on the ground. I was eager to take a bath, eat something and get some clean clothes but as always, something had to come in the way. We were about to start forwards but Thorin and Gandalf started arguing about staying here or not. Thorin, of course, was against staying here. He called the Elves his "enemies" re-telling Gandalf his family history and how the Elves betrayed the dwarves and blah blah blah. Seriously, he had to have a thing against Elves?! Why couldn't he have a thing against... I don't know... things that don't offer baths, clean clothes and food?! So, until further notice, we were stuck marveling the beautiful city which, actually, wasn't a bad thing.

"Wow, Rivendell is more beautiful in person than when they show it on T.V" I blurted out, instantly clasping a hand over my mouth. I keep forgetting that these guys don't know a thing about technology.

"T-V?" Bilbo asked, tilting his head to the side. He looked like a lost and confused puppy. I scratched my head struggling to explain.

"It's this...Err, magic box... thing that you-"

"Did you just say a 'magic box'?" Kili snorted. I snapped my head towards him and glared.

"Yes, that's exactly what I said!" I hissed at him.

"What are you babbling about now, Oriana?" Fili asked, appearing next to us. What is it with this guy and appearing out of nowhere?!

"A magic box, brother." Kili said and crossed his arms, grinning at the older Oakenshield who smirked my way.

"Magic box you say? Do explain." He said, leaning against Kili. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. These two will be the death of me.

Puckering my lips I raise a finger in the air. They're about to get a sass-attack. "For your information, Fili-"

"It is settled then, we'll be staying!" Gandalf announced cutting me off. Thank you, Gandalf, for ruining my sass off. Kili and Fili, acting real mature, laughed loudly as I glared at them.

"I'm not talking to you." I snapped at both of them. Of course, I meant it as a joke but the look on Kili's face said otherwise. He narrowed his eyes and puffed his chest out.

"Fine." He said flatly, shrugging.

"Fine." I bit back, narrowing my eyes. Fili looked between the two of us, clearly amused.

"Good!" Kili said, turning his back on me.

"Good!" I said and marched over to Gandalf. I'm seriously considering not talking to him but knowing me, I'll endure only a couple of minutes before I stalk him.

"Come" Gandalf announced, starting forwards with a grumbling Thorin by his side. I was walking behind Dori and Ori who were, quite loudly, arguing about something. Naturally, I snuck up behind them (God knows how they didn't notice me) and leaned towards the two.

"...It's not healthy staring at that journal all the time, Ori!" Dori grumbled referring to to the small journal Ori was always holding with him. Seriously, why did he carry the thing around? Is it, like, a super personal diary of his or something?

"Well how do you expect I write this all down?!" Ori retorted back, clutching his journal tighter. That sparked my interest.

"You're writing about this journey?" I asked bluntly. Both of their heads snapped back towards me as I smiled sheepishly. Busted.

Ori smiled kindly at me. "Yes, Miss Oriana. Yes I am."

My eyes lit up as I stared at the old journal. "Am I in it?" I asked him, grinning widely. Dori chuckled amusingly.

"Of course lass, front page." He exclaimed sharing a look with Ori. I squealed in delight making the two of them laugh. I'm going to be in a story! Well, I kind of already am in one... Still though, a story!

As we approached the Rivendell front entrance with some really large and freaky looking statues of Elves, I realized that the waterfall noises were making me really uncomfortable and that I need to find a bathroom.

The dwarves were arranged on all sides so they can be on a lookout if the Elves randomly decided to attack them. Bilbo and I were still awestruck by the beauty of the place.

"Mithrandir!" A calm and soothing voice called. We all turned our heads towards the dark-haired and really tall (At least from my point of view) Elf who was walking towards us with a hand placed over his heart. Well, damn; His complexion was so soft and bright, I bet he was the official model of the Elvish acne-free cream. I wonder if they have those? Gandalf and the Elf proceeded to talk in some language I couldn't understand while Thorin and Dwalin started whispering amongst each other like a couple of school girls. It was highly amusing to me imagining their conversation. I went something like this:

"Thorin, do you see his robes?"

"I see, Dwalin. They are so last season."

*Cue the girlish giggles and chuckles*

Well, at least the conversation went like that in my head. I giggled quietly turning my attention towards Gandalf and the Elf. I still didn't understand what they were talking about.

"What are they talking about?" I asked Fili, poking him in the arm. He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.

"Oriana, do I look like I can speak Elvish?" He asked, his braided mustache twitching.

"Actually-"

There was a loud sound of horns in the distance and we all simultaneously turned our heads towards the bridge. A hoard of horses ridden by Elves came galloping over, completely surrounding us.

"Move together, form ranks!" Thorin had yelled alarmed, though I hardly heard anything he said.

I was so distracted by the way the Elves' hair swished gracefully while they ridded their horses that I was quite startled when the dwarves suddenly pulled me in the "dwarvish safe circle". As usual, Bilbo and I were the ones in the center and that made me feel like a total wimp. The dwarves were holding up their weapons, growling and glaring at their "enemies". The way that the Elves circled us looked like one of those carnival rides with the stupid music and the moving horses. Minus the Elves riding them.

One of the Elves, which I now realized was Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, turned towards Gandalf and greeted him.

"Gandalf!" He had said, mounting off of his horse and smiling towards the old wizard.

"Lord Elrond!" Gandalf greeted him back as they shared a strong hug and then continued to speak in a language similar to "The Sims" one. The only thing they needed were one of those green plumb-bob thingies hovering above their heads.

"Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders," Elrond said, looking knowingly at Gandalf who was looking rather calm . Gandalf, I realized, would be a bloody good criminal. "Something, or someone, must have drawn them here." Elrond continued.

That someone is us.

"Ah," Gandalf said, turning towards the dwarves. "That may have been us."

Thorin, looking all kingly like, took a step forwards, his face expression blank. I admired his posture and the way his hair always looked presentable. Why can't my hair look majestically as his rather than being like a birds nest?

"Welcome Thorin, son of Thraín" Elrond said, acting the same way as Thorin.

"I do not believe we have met." Thorin said flatly. You could almost feel his tension while staring at the Elf.

"You have your grandfathers bearing," Elrond said. "I knew Thror when he ruled over the mountain."

"Indeed?" Thorin asked. "He made no mention of you." he finished coldly. I snorted quietly causing Fili to softly jab me in the side. How can they not find this funny? Thorin basically sassed out the guy.

"This is almost like watching the magic box." I had whispered to Bilbo who only stared at me in confusion. Elrond and Thorin stared at each other in a really dramatic matter and then the Elf spoke up in Elvish, still staring at Thorin.

"What is he saying?" Asked Gloin, stepping forwards and looking all macho-like. "Does he offer us insult?"

The other dwarves huffed and shouted, demanding to know the translation.

"No, Master Gloin, he is offering you food." Gandalf said, while Elrond smirked at the dwarves' confused looks. Plot twist.

They huddled in a small circle around Bilbo and me, debating weather or not to accept the offer. Why were there even second thoughts about accepting food?!

"I say we take it." Dori said.

"I say so too. What do you lads think?" Bofur had asked. Even though I technically wasn't a "lad" I had answered.

"Just bloody take the offer, I need a bathroom!"

Turns out I yelled quite loudly because I caught Elrond's attention. The Elf turned towards me.

"And who might you be?" He had asked, raising an curious eyebrow. I opened my mouth to talk but, as always, Gandalf cut me off.

"I'll explain later Elrond, now is not the time." Gandalf told him, patting his back. Elrond glanced at Gandalf and then finally gestured for us to come inside. The dwarves started forwards but I had stayed behind.

"Err, Lord Elrond," I called, awkwardly standing in front of the Elf. "Do you, by any chance, have a bathroom and some clean clothes I could borrow?" I asked, looking down at my ripped leggings and my stained blouse.

"Of course." He nodded motioning to one of the Elf's to show me the way. I thanked him and followed the Elf towards the bath.

"Lead the way dude." I had told the Elf, grinning.

I originally planned to update two day from now but it was too much tempting :D I really enjoy writing this story!

I don't really like how this chapter turned out but I'm going to leave it like this. Instead, I'm going to work harder on the next chapter!

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