Rivendell is a beautiful place, or so he's been told. Frerin can't remember, they passed by it once before he lost his sight but now… Now it's a hazy memory much like the sound of his mother's laughter and the sight of his sister's smile. But the ground he stands on sings and the Hobbit beside him mentions something about magic being in the land. He can feel it. The move slowly, Thorin is most likely fuming at being 'tricked' the dunderhead. It feels like forever that they walk, when the finally stop he tilts his head. He hears the delicate snickering that can't be any of the company. It must be an Elf though what he finds so amusing Frerin knows not. Gandalf grows impatient and finally clears his throat.

"Oh! Sorry Mithrandir, I was just reading a very amusing message that we received from Hobbiton."

Bilbo stiffens beside him and it makes him oh so very curious. What could the missive say? Gandalf must be interested too because he asks the very question floating in Frerin's head.

"Oh nothing much, just that a hobbit was snatched from his home under the cover of darkness by a Man and a company of shorter people. They apparently believe that a note that was left was left under distress."

Frerin holds back a chuckle at the groan that Bilbo lets out. Gandalf is spluttering in a very un-Wizard like fashion.

"Snatched? I did not snatch!"

"That is not what the missive says. They are very angry because apparently the hobbit snatched is a favored nephew of the Thain."

"I DID NOT SNATCH HIM!"

The elf is stopped from saying anything by the arrival of even more elves. Oh this is going to be so much fun.