The three of us just stood there and goggled at them. I have never seen Elves before, and were only told of their beauty by Merry, Pippin, and the famous Bilbo Baggins, but never have I dreamed their beauty was so extrodiary! I surely believe that my dreams decieved me here.
"Meriadoc and Peregrin. Elrond wishes to speak with you in his court. Tula soora lye!" He forced. He turned to his two partners and muttered something in Elvish, and then he turned once more to face us.
"Do you have means of transportation?" He asked as he surved our dirty clothes. We just glared at him. The words seemed to go right through our heads.
"Whaaa...?" I droned out in a confused voice.
"Oh. Pardon my rudeness. You are not invited to the court of Elrond my good lady. I can-"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE ISN'T INVITED?!" Pippin and Merry interupted. They glared at the rider menicingly.
"If she can't come, I will refuse to go!" Pippin declared proudly.
"And if he won't go, well, that doesn't matter because I still would love to-" He was cut short by Pippins forcefull jab in he rib cage. "-to...to...stay here in the shire with him!" He thought up quickly, but seeming pleased with his answer smiled greatly.
"Well...Oh! Very well. The young shire madien can accompany the two of you, but we must leave now! Asca!"
So each of us hurtled onto one of the three horses aquiped with an Elven rider. "Rima rhun" he instructed the horse as he pointed west.
Wow. The veiw is spectacular! We passed gorgeous montains, but after that, it was just pure land filled mith magic! A variety of greens and grays flecked the valley near the closet montain. We seemed to have been traveling for hours unend. Two meals have passed already. What is one to do without food for such length of time?
Finaly, we came to rocky water bed, and across it was a dim sallow light in a valley. My breath was caught in my throat. Beautiful amethyst scenery with flowing sapphire rivers. The place was silver plater ladden with a mosaic of colorful jewels. Every inch of the place was flat out delightful to the eyes. The head Elven rider leaped of his horse and smiled at each of us. "Creoso, mellonamin! This is Rivendelle."
"Meriadoc and Peregrin. Elrond wishes to speak with you in his court. Tula soora lye!" He forced. He turned to his two partners and muttered something in Elvish, and then he turned once more to face us.
"Do you have means of transportation?" He asked as he surved our dirty clothes. We just glared at him. The words seemed to go right through our heads.
"Whaaa...?" I droned out in a confused voice.
"Oh. Pardon my rudeness. You are not invited to the court of Elrond my good lady. I can-"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE ISN'T INVITED?!" Pippin and Merry interupted. They glared at the rider menicingly.
"If she can't come, I will refuse to go!" Pippin declared proudly.
"And if he won't go, well, that doesn't matter because I still would love to-" He was cut short by Pippins forcefull jab in he rib cage. "-to...to...stay here in the shire with him!" He thought up quickly, but seeming pleased with his answer smiled greatly.
"Well...Oh! Very well. The young shire madien can accompany the two of you, but we must leave now! Asca!"
So each of us hurtled onto one of the three horses aquiped with an Elven rider. "Rima rhun" he instructed the horse as he pointed west.
Wow. The veiw is spectacular! We passed gorgeous montains, but after that, it was just pure land filled mith magic! A variety of greens and grays flecked the valley near the closet montain. We seemed to have been traveling for hours unend. Two meals have passed already. What is one to do without food for such length of time?
Finaly, we came to rocky water bed, and across it was a dim sallow light in a valley. My breath was caught in my throat. Beautiful amethyst scenery with flowing sapphire rivers. The place was silver plater ladden with a mosaic of colorful jewels. Every inch of the place was flat out delightful to the eyes. The head Elven rider leaped of his horse and smiled at each of us. "Creoso, mellonamin! This is Rivendelle."
