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I looked around in wonder at the beautiful scenery around me as the company crossed over the long bridge to Rivendell's 'Front porch'. The view was breath taking and I felt as though I would be lost in the peaceful environment. I was very glad to have Kili supportin' me across the bridge though. It was very narrow, and spray from the waterfalls made the smooth stone frighteningly frictionless. Would it kill those elves to put in handrails? I thought to myself. But everyone made it over in one piece, much to my surprise. A graceful elf appeared at the top of a long set of stairs which was the only other way to leave the platform on which we stood. He looked graceful and serene. And the way he carried himself, I assumed that he must be the King of this place.

"Mithrandir!" He called out a greeting. I was confused at what he said as wondered if he was speakin' elvish. But, Gandalf answered, so I just decided to let the wizard handle it. I was startin' to feel tired again, realizin' that I had not only stayed up all night, but I had run miles across grassy hills and got shot in the leg. I was due for some much-needed rest!

"Ah, Lindir!" Gandalf hailed the elf. "I must speak with Lord Elrond." The wizard said after the two had exchanged some words in elvish.

"My lord Elrond is not here." The elf said, a serious expression appearing across his uncannily smooth face.

"Not here?" Gandalf repeated cautiously. "Where is he?" But his words were cut short as a horn sounded and several elves astride tall horses galloped onto the platform and began circlin' us threateningly. Kili quickly moved me behind him as the dwarves formed a protective ring, Bilbo, Ori, and myself in the center. I tried to focus on the danger I was in and not how broad the young archer's back is, or how red my face was gettin'. After circlin' a couple times, far more than was necessary, the horses came to a stop. On elf leapt down gracefully and crossed to Gandalf, a wide smile on his face. They exchanged greetin's in elvish, and I started seriously considerin' tryin' to learn their language just so I could figure out what in the blue blazes was goin' on!

"Strange for an orc pack to come so close to our borders." The elf spoke up, I had heard Gandalf say during the greetin's, so I assumed this elf was he. "Something or someone had drawn them near." Elrond turned towards the tight ring of dwarves, examinin' an orcish blade in his hand.

"Ah, that may have been us." Gandalf smiled a little apologetically. Elrond nodded slightly as he stared at us. His eyes were narrowed, though he was still smilin'. Then he spoke in elvish to us and we all looked at each other, equally baffled.

"What is he sayin'?" Gloin growled. "Does he offer us insult?" At the suggestion, many of the dwarves started lettin' out cries of outrage. But the elven lord just laughed.

"No master dwarf he's offering you food." Gandalf translated smilin' at the dwarves who turned to one another, discussin' how to proceed. I was too tired to pay attention to the whispers of my companions and just dozed, my weight all on my injured leg. "Lead the way then." Gloin said, turnin' back to the elf lord. Elrond smiled and motioned for us to travel up the stone stairs. I limped over to the bottom drowsily as the rest of the dwarves marched by me. I halted at the bottom of the stairs, unsure of how to proceed. They should really add some handrails to these things. I thought to myself. Kili stopped half way up the stairs and looked back, rememberin' I was still there. He started downwards, but an elven maiden swept past him quickly and rushed to my side. I looked up in surprise to see the graceful elf appear next to me. Her hair was very long, amazingly smooth, and a beautiful light brown. Her perfectly shaped face smiled down at me. I felt like my eyes were goin' to burn out, she was so bright and… glowin'? Maybe I was more tired then I thought. She spoke softly in elven then, at my confusion, repeated herself in a language I understood. I think elves get a certain pleasure out of doin' that to people.

"Allow me to help you." She smiled at me before leadin' me up the stairs. I didn't argue, cause I was in quite a predicament. But I was gettin' these weird vibes from the elven maiden, like she was treatin' me like a child. And I didn't like it. Once we reached the top of the stairs, she turned to me again. "I will help you to the healing house." She told me, still smilin' angelically. "You'll be right as rain in no time." Even her metaphors were weird. Me started headin' over to one of the smaller buildin's and I look back at the others in despair as I see them bein' lead somewhere else. I didn't mind gettin' healed, but I would rather be with people I knew.

We entered the little buildin' and the elf set me down on a finely carved chair. Then she went to grab some different herbs and bandages.

"What's your name?" I asked her curiously as she gathered supplies.

"Tathren." The maiden smiled at me. "It means Willow."

"That's a nice name." I nodded approvingly. "I'm Laurëel." I smiled, offerin' a hand to shake. She didn't take it, which I thought was a little rude until I remember her hands were full of herbs. I let my hand drop quickly.

"Laurëel? That means Golden Daughter, doesn't it?" Tathren asked, quickly unwinding the makeshift bandage on my wound and examining my leg carefully.

"Yep." I replied, lookin' down at the wound as well. The blood had stopped, but it was a frightful mess. And it was very dirty lookin'.

"Maybe we can get you cleaned up before dinner as well." The maiden smiled up at me, though I know she was actually disgusted by how grimy and dirty I am. I probably smelled awful too. She brought me over instead to a little fountain that apparently doubled up as a bathtub. "Have a nice bath while I try and find some cloths that will fit you." She smiled.

"Alright…" I said warily. "But I'm tellin' you now, I'm not wearin' any dresses." Tathren smiled at me and walked away gracefully. I sighed. Bein' civil for this long was goin' to wear on my nerves.

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