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Lily- Noruiloth

James- Mellombrand

Sirius- Maethorvel

EDIT: 1/2/13

The dining hall turned out to be a pavilion attached to the main house. It was gorgeous, in Remus' humble opinion. Everything in the architecture of the building just sort of flowed together, almost like the building had grown up out of the ground along with the plants and vines that trailed over the pillars and railings.

Walking into it, was one of the most intimidating experiences of Remus's life

There was a large wood table that took up most of the floor space in the pavilion, but the feeling of the room was far from overcrowded. The table was set with fantastic ceramic tableware and shining cutlery that Remus dearly hoped wasn't made of silver.

Remus likened the image of all the Elves gathered around the table to something out of a storybook. They were all radiantly beautiful, proper, and best of all, none of them gave him a second glance, except Elladan and Elrohir, but that was just to wink impishly at he and Sirius as they entered.

"I swear, Elladan and Elrohir remind me of you and James, or Fred and George Weasley," Remus murmured to Sirius, while inside, it felt like his heart was in his throat.

Sirius- Maethorvel (this was going to be difficult to remember…)- just grinned, and led him to a couple of empty seats near James and Lily- oops, sorry, Mellombrand and Noruiloth. There were several more empty seats scattered along the table, and no one was eating yet, so Remus took the chance to look around some more at the room and the people in it.

"So, Moony, how do you like it?" Mellombrand asked

"This is all so amazing. I don't think I've seen anything so beautiful in my life," Remus admitted.

"Yeah, it is pretty cool," Mellombrand agreed.

"I like the sword fighting," Maethorvel interjected, leaning forward in his seat. "Swinging a big pointy metal sword around, sparring with the twins…"

"I'm partial to the archery myself," Mellombrand said, "Releasing that arrow, watching it soar through the air, and hit the mark perfectly."

Thus began a squabble between Mellombrand and Maethorvel. The rest of the people at the table took the time to shoot them amused glances before going back to their own conversations, waiting for the rest of the family to arrive.

"Remus, dear, these two knuckle-heads haven't given you any faces to put to any of the names, have they?" Lily- urgh- Noruiloth asked over the ruckus the other two were making.

"No, not really," Remus chuckled.

"Well, let's see if we can't fix that, shall we?" she said just as the argument between Mellombrand and Maethorvel escalated and the two surged to their feet. They shouted at each other in what Remus had to assume was Elvish, and just as they had each reached for the daggers they kept on their persons, someone cleared their throat in a manner that caused the room to fall silent.

Everyone turned to look at where the sound came from. Lord Elrond and a few other Elves stood in the doorway. Elrond himself, and a few others, looked unamused, but more than a few of the others were trying their best to smother smiles and chuckles.

"Gentlemen," Lord Elrond said, "May we enjoy the evening meal without bloodshed? You can finish this on the training grounds after we've finished." He looked much less severe when he said this, and Remus found himself quietly exhaling a breath he hadn't been aware of holding.

The group filed in, and filled the table; everyone looked at Lord Elrond who had remained standing. He began speaking what must have been the blessing, for as soon as he sat, Elladan and Elrohir lunged for the same platter, causing a ruckus, and everyone else followed their lead and began filling their plates.

Once the plates were filled, and everyone had lapsed back into their own conversations, Noruiloth turned back to Remus.

"Alright, at the head of the table of course is Lord Elrond, on his left is his wife Lady Celebrian, next to her is their oldest son Alagoss, his wife Tinulaer- you met her earlier- and their daughter Rhovanaeron. Then there's Elladan and Elrohir- clearly-, and this," she said, gesturing to the woman sitting next to her on the other side, "is Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian's youngest, Arwen."

At her name, Arwen looked up at them from her conversation with the as of yet unnamed man across from her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope everything is to your liking so far," she said.

"Oh yes, it's a pleasure. Your home is absolutely stunning," Remus responded.

"Thank you. If I may ask, what may I call you?"

"U-oh, my name's Remus."

"We haven't gotten to pick his new name yet," Noruiloth added with a smile.

"I look forward to hearing what is chosen," Arwen said, smiling also, before turning back to her prior conversations.

"So how'd you think you did with those names?" Noruiloth asked, delicately serving herself some more fish from the platter in front of her.

"I think I got it," he responded, repeating the names back to her.

"Excellent, you always were a fast learner. Alright, but here's the real challenge: we don't see these faces very often. On Lord Elrond's right is Legolas- he's the son of King Thranduil from Greenwood the Great. Next to Legolas, is Belduin, he always accompanies Legolas when he visits, but he isn't such a big political figure- he's more of a nanny in a way," she added in a whisper that was almost too quiet for Remus to catch. Next to Belduin is Erestor, Elrond's Chief Counselor, and Glorfindel he's like a hero. He was born in the Years of the Trees- which was, like, going on 8,000 years ago, and he was actually resurrected from the dead after he died fighting a creature called a Balrog by the 'gods' of this place called the Valar. Next to Glorfindel is Èchigil, Hwingol and Bennior they are the political figures, and carry intel and other such things from King Thranduil to Lord Elrond."

"That was a lot," Remus mused, studying their faces, but successfully repeating back the names.

Now that he had names to go with the faces, Remus spent most of the meal listening to the conversations going on around him, and gleaning small pieces of information about this new world.