So this was the place Bilbo was talking about! This was it! Music was in the air and the aroma of Elves was also present. Hmmm...didn't Bilbo mention...a feast?!?! OO! I wonder when our feast will begin? I'm starving!

"If you three would follow me, we will call upon a visit to the last homely house, where Elrond, our Ruler, is expecting our arrival."

I froze. A Ruler? A-A-A Ruler! Oo. Let's hope he doesn't mind this dusty old dress of mine. Or my dirty face...*rub rub rub*...or my stained apron. Mmmm! Marmalade! I think it tastes better on toast, though.

We got off our horses and passed through huge doors to see a hansome venerable Elf wearing a silver head piece.

"Aaye Elrond!" Praised one of Elrohir's partners as he took a deep bow and rose a second time.

"'Quel undome Nolofinwë. Thank you for all your help, as well as you, Huor, and especially you, Elrohir." He smiled welcomingly and then the smile faded as his head turned and eyes fixed upon me. "And who might this-"

"Dimple Knotwise of Michel Delving your royalness and most appraied, er, ruler Riverdelle has seen yet, Oh greatness!" I proclaimed proudly and took a large curtsy and then stumbled when Merry proded me in the side. The lot of them seemed to have swallowed a rotten gooseberry. All except Elrond, who seemed to be quite satisfied.

"Psst!" whispered Merry, "It's RivENdelle."

I was taken aback. I had truely made a fool of myself. What if I had shamed their Land? What if they throw me to the orcs? What if they enslave me? What if the KILL me? Or worse...what if they starve me? My mind was racing, how could I fix this mess? Too late. Huor started to speak.

"Shall we leave you alone with the three halflings?" He asked with a gentle tone with a touch of sympathy for me.

"Yes. Very well. Off you go." said Elrond, "Oh, and Huor," he added, "tell the good Elves of Rivendelle that our heros have arrived!"