Sam peeked in on Frodo before he went to the dining hall. Even after the Ring had been destroyed, and the two had crossed the Sea, Sam still looked after Frodo as much as he could. Sam smiled when he noticed that Frodo's bedroom door was shut. It was still fairly early, so Sam wasn't concerned. He continued on to the dining hall. The dining hall was filled with Elves, which never failed to amaze Sam. He loved Elves and had been overjoyed when some of his children had been born with rather elven looks. He saw Elrond sitting at one of the smaller tables with an elf Sam didn't quite recognize. The elf seemed vaguely familiar, but Sam couldn't place how. He noticed a dwarf next to him. The dwarf had a thick gray beard and a very familiar axe. It was then that Sam recognized the elf. "Legolas! Gimli! It's been so long!" Sam ran over to them. Legolas looked up and smiled. "So it has, Master Samwise." Legolas got up, then knelt down so he could embrace the hobbit. Gimli looked over. "Here now, who's this? Oh, it's Sam! We thought we might see you here." Gimli hopped off of the chair, which was way too tall for him, and walked over to Sam. "It's good to see someone of reasonable height again. I've been around him so long I've forgotten how nice it is to talk to someone's face rather than their chest." Sam laughed. "Where is Frodo, Sam? He told me he was getting up early today." Elrond said. "He's still in his bedroom, at least he was when I checked in on him." Sam replied as he climbed onto a stool designed for hobbits. The stool was taller that the other chairs, but had ladder rungs on the side so that a shorter person could climb up and sit as though they were 'normal' height. Some of the elven craftsmen had built the chairs for Frodo and Sam. "He's been a bit tired. I'm sure he will be fine in a few days. Just like before." Elrond sighed. "I always worry when he gets like that. Between Shelob's poison and the old burden of the Ring, I'm surprised he's still doing as well as he is."