Hi again!
Thank you to Littlenori for informing me of the formatting issue last
chapter. I have no idea what happened... Anyway, like I said, this is my first FF.I appreciate any feedback as long as it's not rude.
To the Guest who reviewed last chapter, I hope this one is a little more descriptive.
I did most of the story from memory because I do not have the book or movies available to me
Also, I feel the need to disclaim this since I haven't yet (oops)
Everything belongs to Mister Tolkien or PJ and all those who were involved with the making of the movies.

Hope y'all enjoy this one!

~Rachel

Eraveth stayed toward the back of the company and so she was the last to see the beautiful sight that unfolded before them. She looked in child-like wonder at the beautiful valley that stretched out before her. Rivendell was even more beautiful that what she had heard. Its elegant buildings proclaimed the workmanship of the elves that inhabited them. They walked the path until they reached what appeared to be the front entrance. They were greeted by a graceful elf that Gandalf identified as Lindir. Gandalf asked to see Lord Elrond. Lindir informed them that he was not there at the moment just before a group of horses and riders came down the path towards them. The dwarves formed a tight circle as the elves on horseback rode around them. One of the first to dismount was indeed Lord Elrond. He greeted Gandalf as an old friend, but Eraveth took little notice with what they were saying. She moved away from the rest of the dwarves and toward Lord Elrond's horse. The animal was magnificent and she stroked it gently. Growing up in Rohan meant that she had been around horses continually. They were what she missed the most from home.

Thorin watched as Eraveth moved away from the group with awe in her eyes. He watched her until they were offered food and the company moved inside. With a backward glance, he saw Lord Elrond move toward the girl.

Lord Elrond studied the young half-dwarf with a smile. She had a serene look on her face as she stroked his horse. He made a sound in his throat that brought her gaze to his. For a moment he was surprised by her sparkling green eyes. He held out his arm and said, "If you will allow me, my lady, I will escort you inside."

Eraveth blushed and lightly giggled at the thought of being called a lady. She accepted his arm graciously and said, "There is no need to refer to me as 'my lady.' I am simply Eraveth. Thank you for your generous welcome to Rivendell, my lord."

"What brings you to be in the company of Thorin Oakenshield, Miss Eraveth?" he asked as he led her down the long halls of Rivendell.

"They saved my life before I was to be eaten by trolls," Eraveth said bluntly. "They have allowed my brother and me to accompany them in order to repay my debt." Eraveth did not mention the quest due to the fact that she did not wish Thorin to be any angrier with her than he already was.

"Where are you from?" Elrond asked conversationally.

"I am from Rohan, my lord. My father, however, was a dwarf, but I believe I take after my mother. My brother and I left there when my parents died and have not returned since, although I do sometimes miss it."

Elrond stopped before a door just then and said, "You may stay here while the company is in Rivendell. A maid will be along to help you prepare for dinner and will bring you fresh clothes."

As he finished, a young elf walked up and bowed to him. He returned the bow with a nod of his head before turning on his heel and walking away. The young she-elf smiled brightly at Eraveth before leading her into the room. The room was spacious and a bath of warm water was sitting to the side. Eraveth smiled and walked toward the tub. She undressed and sank into the warm waters that had been scented with rose petals. The girl, who was tasked with helping her, picked up the clothes Eraveth had discarded and promised to have them cleaned. She then laid out a set of fresh clothes and left the room quietly.

As she bathed, Eraveth did not allow her hair to get wet because she knew it would never dry in time. She sighed at the thought of her hair not being completely clean. She scrubbed her skin until it was completely pink. The soap that had been provided for her smelled like lilac and she inhaled the scent deeply.

When she had finished her bath, she stood up and dried herself off. She dressed in the gown that had been left for her. It was a dark green dress that was floor length and had long, flowing sleeves. It had a rounded neckline that was embroidered with silver thread. The embroidery ran down the dress to the hem in swirling patters. It was beautiful and intricate.

Although Eraveth had been trained to fight and take care of herself from a young age, she had always liked dresses and skirts. Many thought her stupid to train in skirts but she enjoyed it. She often wore full skirts that allowed her movement to be uninhibited. This dress, on the other hand, was not as full as she would have liked. Knowing elves were usually very slender, it did not surprise her that the gown was snug around her bosom and hips and showed off her womanly curves.

After she had dressed, Eraveth rummaged through her pack for her hairbrush. She brushed out the tangles and divided it into three parts. She started with the middle part. She grasped two locks and began to twist. With each twist, she grabbed more hair so that it was snug against her scalp. She continued twisting until the entire part looked like a rope hanging midway down her back. The two sides she did in braids that were snug against her head and were braided down the full length of her hair. She then took the middle section and twisted it into bun on the back of her head. The two side braids were then twisted around the center and pinned into place. The effect was an intricate design of locks weaving in and out of each other. To finish it off, she added the emerald and silver pick that she had found in the troll's hoard just above the mass of hair. The emeralds were set off by the color of the dress and Eraveth moved to the mirror to look at her reflection.

Soft curls, which were too short to stay in the braids, framed her face and gave her face a soft look. The elf girl came back in just then and offered to show her to dinner. Eraveth accepted graciously but stopped and asked, "What is your name?"

"I am called Tithenmamiwen, my lady."

"Well, thank you for your help, Tithenmamiwen, and please, just call me Eraveth."

The young elf smiled at her and nodded her head before leading Eraveth to where the others were dining. Eraveth took a deep breath and smoothed her dress with her hands before entering the room. When the occupants saw her, all conversation ceased. All eyes were turned on her, including the smiling eyes of Gandalf and Lord Elrond. Balin was the first to recover. He stood and walked over to her. He said with a smile, "You look very beautiful tonight, lass. May I show you to your seat?"

Eraveth took his proffered arm and the old dwarf led her to a vacant seat between Fili and Tosur. Eraveth looked at everyone as she sat. Most of the dwarves were still staring, except for Kili and Fili who had stupid smiles on their faces and Tosur who was smirking at her. She turned to look at Thorin but was surprised when she found a look of annoyance covering his otherwise handsome face. What had she done now to anger him?

Thorin scowled as he looked at the dwarves who were now staring at Eraveth. He noticed the change that they themselves probably did not notice. Their looks said that they no longer saw the sweet innocent girl that they had saved inadvertently from trolls but rather a beautiful and capable woman. His gaze turned toward his nephews and he prayed that they would not be distracted by her. The boys nudged each other and whispered something before they both broke out in laughter. When he looked at Eraveth, she also turned to face him. He looked into her sparkling green eyes and saw the confusion in their depths. He brushed it off and turned back to Gandalf and Elrond.

Lord Elrond inspected the weapons Gandalf and Thorin had retrieved from the troll's hoard. He told them the names of the swords. Eraveth listened intently as Elrond told Gandalf his sword was named Glamdring or Foe-Hammer. Thorin's sword was Orcrist, the Goblin-Cleaver. Dinner soon finished and Bilbo, Balin, Thorin, Gandalf, and Lord Elrond moved away from the company.