Author's note: Special thanks to RandomWu and Kwewe for their help in writing this next chapter.
Chapter three
Adam, Jessica, and Liz started a search party for Arwen. Elrond sent some elf maids to check her room, while the others searched around the terrace and surrounding buildings. Jessica and Liz had a suspicion that Arwen was camera shy. The photo they had taken of her had a white streak across it. And Arwen was not in it. The girls figured that the white streak in the photo was from the natural glow that all elves had. She probably ran just before the shutter went off and the camera picked up her glow like a comet trail. Just to be sure that she was only camera shy, and not in some kind of trouble, the trio had decided to find her and ask.
They searched all of the buildings in Rivendell, but no one had seen Arwen. They even looked in the closets of her brothers' rooms. After conferring with each other, the trio decided that they would look on the grounds around Rivendell, while the elves continued searching the buildings.
Jessica, Liz, and Adam were walking around the gardens and looking in trees and bushes, when they came to a most unusual sight; in a grassy vale, there was a strange little structure. It had a round door, looked like it went underground, and had small round windows that were close to the ground.
"That's strange. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was a hobbit hole." Jessica remarked as they stared at the building.
"They probably built it for Bilbo. Remember he stayed in Rivendell for a long time?" Adam decided.
"Wait, I'm willing to bet Arwen is in there. What better place to hide?" Liz reasoned. The others nodded and all three of them walked to the door.
As they got closer to the hobbit hole, they could hear voices drifting out of the window. "Thank you so much, Bilbo. I'm terribly sorry to impose." A voice that sounded like Arwen's said.
"It's no bother. I rather enjoy the company." Another voice, who the trio guessed to be Bilbo, replied.
"Good she's here. Let's knock." Jessica proposed as she walked to the door. On the door was a brass knocker, so she used this and knocked three times.
Shortly, the door was answered, "Good evening, Bilbo Baggins at your service."
"Good evening." Liz said.
"We're terribly sorry to bother you, but we were looking for Arwen." Adam politely apologized.
"Oh, yes Arwen is here." Bilbo said stepping aside so they could look in. What they saw caused the girls to be hard pressed to contain their laughter and caused Adam to look very worried. There was Arwen, a tall beautiful elf maid, crouched down unceremoniously behind a table and looking for all the world like every orc from Mordor were out to get her.
"You didn't bring that…that thing with you did you?" Arwen fearfully asked.
"No, no we didn't." Adam assured her. "We are so sorry about that. We had no idea you would be camera shy." He apologized.
"We are sorry, everyone's been worried about you, and so we came to find you and see if you were alright." Jessica said soothingly.
"I'm fine; I've just had a bit of a scare." Arwen said as she calmed down and looked out the window. 'We better get back. The feast should be starting soon." She said with a smile.
Everyone, including Bilbo, headed back to the terrace, and found Elrond, Thranduil, Arwen's brothers, Dunathion, and Suradulinion talking to each other.
"We found her." Liz announced. "She was hiding in Bilbo's hobbit hole."
"Bilbo's hobbit hole? Bilbo, how many times must I ask you not to build your hobbit holes?" Elrond exasperatedly asked. "You always start to dig into the foundations of the surrounding buildings."
"Elrond, this time I built it in a vale where there aren't any buildings." Bilbo informed him. Elrond rolled his eyes.
"Psst." Adam whispered poking Jessica in the ribs. "Take a picture of Bilbo."
"No, he might be camera shy, and we aren't her to take pictures of hobbits. We are…we are…" Jessica began.
"We are Those Who Hunt Elves." Liz interrupted with a smile.
"Holy king of scorpions from Kudous, you've come up with a name for yourselves." Adam muttered and rolled his eyes.
"Holy, what?" Liz and Jessica asked with a quizzical expression.
"We might as well get the feast started." Elrond declared before the trio could continue their conversation. Elrond lead them to another terrace, and started the fun.
The Elvin feast was beautiful; there was singing, dancing, food, and lots of wine. Jessica, Liz, and Adam decided not to drink much of the wine 'cause it was strong. Elves don't get drunk very easily, so they can drink lots of the strong wine, but humans are another story. The trio tried taking pictures of other female elves, but much to Adam's sorrow, they had they same results as they did with Arwen. They had decided that male elves posed for their pictures, but female elves were camera shy.
The group meandered through the crowed and came to the banquet table where Elrond and Thranduil were busily trying to get themselves drunk. The trio had been introduced to Thranduil's son, Legolas, but he was busy greeting other friends. Thus, much to the disappointment of Jessica and Liz, they had yet to acquire his picture.
They had decided that since Elrond and Thranduil were getting drunk, and since a drunken elf is such a rare thing, the girls wanted a picture.
"Elrond, Thranduil, could we get another picture of you two?" Liz asked them.
"Sure." The two elf lords replied. Both Jessica and Liz wanted their own picture of this, so they both got out their cameras.
Click!
They took the picture, and Elrond and Thranduil continued their drinking. Jessica, Adam, and Liz waited impatiently for the photos to develop. When it did, all three of them laughed. The picture had Elrond and Thranduil with an arm over each others shoulders, women's underwear on their heads, and each holding up a bottle of vodka.
"I actually like that one, but were did they get the underwear and vodka?" Adam inquired.
"I don't know. They did a similar thing with the roses." Liz said.
"I want to know how they got hold of the vodka. I didn't think there was vodka in Middle Earth." Jessica commented.