Rivendell

Caldeon POV

"Lindir, please don't tell Elrond, there were trolls and dwarves and-"

"Next time come up with a better excuse, you had My Lord worried sick."

"It's been a year and a half since the last time I was late," Lindir was walking away from me so I grabbed his arm. "Please. Please you have to believe me, Gandalf was there too, you can ask him." He looked back at me with his dark green eyes, which softened as he stared into my grey ones.

"Fine," he said defeated,"But don't be late again."

I pulled on his arm and hugged him,"Thank you thank you thank you."

"Just go get dressed for dinner," as he lightly pushed me away. He hated when I hugged him, I like it makes him feel unmanly (chuckle).

It felt so good to take a bath, everyone in gets oneconnected to their room. The water came from the river that ran through The Valley and heated from the various fires in Rivendell.

I found a small vial of rose oil and poured it into the water along with some special soap that made the water bubble.

I always pamper myself to a bath like this every time I come back from a long trip. I let myself get washed and relax for forty-five minutes, then I got out and dried in a snow-white that was soft as a cloud.

Walking into my room, I went to my drawer and slipped into a white silk slip. Knock knock knock came from the door, "Yes," I responded.

"Caldeon," it was Lindir," It seems we will be dinning with dwarves this evening," he sounded annoyed.

"Thank you Lindir. How much time do I have?"

"Twenty minutes."

"Thank you."

I barely heard his soft footfalls as he left. I then went to the wardrobe and pulled out and pulled on a dress, I strode over to a large mirror to make sure everything looked right. The dress was slightly sheer at the bottom and was a light pink with long, loose, translucent sleeves. I took a brush off of a nearby desk and ran it through my hair. I was the only person in Rivendell to own a brush.

I take pride in my hair, it's shiny, smooth, and the color of a pale dandelion. But my favorite part about it was the fact it was the same color as my brother's (I hope I will see him again).

By the time I finished my twenty minutes were up. I left my room and went toward the dinning courtyard.

It's a five minutes walk to the courtyard, so I would be, as Melda says,"fashionably late."

As I walked I heard the, now familiar, sound of dwarves.

I kept walking until I found the small steps that lead to the yard. Lord Elrond was at the head table, to his right was Gandalf, to his left was the older dark-haired dwarf that demanded my name.

Elrond made eye connect with me and stood up, Gandalf followed his lead. The music stopped and all eyes were on me, even the raucous dwarves quieted their voices to whisper, I wondered if they recognized me.

I continued to climbed the stairs, lifting my dress as I did so. I bowed my head to Lord Elrond and walked to the head table, Lindir pulled out my chair and as I sat down he pushed it in. I was seated next to the dwarf, which, for some reason, made me feel uncomfortable.

When I sat down, the music and the talking started again.

I internally chuckled because Elrond always plays this song when I'm here. It's our little joke.

"I hope I didn't interrupt any serious discussion," I said putting on the mask I wore when I'm around serious Elrond.

Thorin POV

"Not at all, my dear," said Gandalf, it was obvious to me that he was trying to lighten the mood between elf and dwarf. "Thorin and I were just about to show Lord Elrond the blades we recently acquired."

The young girl next to me, Caldeon I think was her name, smiled and nodded, to one who has had no experience with children (a specially teenagers) would think she would be engaged in the conversation. But, I raised both Fili and Kili from when they were young, and it was clear that she was not interested.

I undid the knot that connected the scabbard to my waist and handed it to Lord Elrond.

He pulled the sword away from its scabbard slightly and examined it,"This is Orcrist, The Goblin Cleaver", he said as if restating from a history book,"A famous blade. Forged by the High Elves of the West," he paused,"My kin." Then he passed the sword back to me,"May it serve you well." I nodded my head in respect.

Gandalf was next. Elrond was clearly very excited by this blade, for he drew it out of the scabbard very quickly and with much more energy. "And this is Glambring, The Foehammer, sword of the King of Gondolin, these swords were made for goblin wars in the First Age." Elrond placed the blade on the table.

I made asidewise look at Caldeon, and true to my prediction she didn't take part in the conversation at all, she just picked and ate her salad.

"How did you come by these?," asked Elrond.

"We found them in a troll hoard on The Great East Road," answered Gandalf,"Shortly before we were ambushed by orcs."

Elrond was right on the ball with his next question,"And what were you doing on The Great East Road?"

This discussion is over,"Would you please excuse me?" I said as I stood, picking up my chalice of wine and walked to the shade of one of the many trees in the dinning yard.

I sipped my wine, it was sweet and flowery, so sweet I wrinkled my nose. Defiantly not like the strong, oaty, dwarven ale. So I abandoned my drink to listen in on the not-so-quiet conversations of the company.

I saw Kili eyeing an elf with a hand-held harp,"All though, that one's not bad," I heard him say, his statement made me curious (and slightly disturbed) because I saw the elf was male.

"That's not an elf maid, lad," I heard the gruff voice of Dwalin correct. At this Kili turned to see the truth was that it was an elf man.

Upon seeing his embarrassed face, everyone started laughing out loud. Even I had to hide my chuckle in my vulgar wine.

Looking up, the first thing I saw was poor Caldeon trying to stifle her laugh, her lips were straining to make a straight line, and her eyes looked like they were watering slightly. There was something about that face that looked familiar.

Mentally I shuck my head, dismissing the thought. When I turned my attention to the company I just caught the end of Nori's complaint about the music. Then Bofur stood up as he declared,"Well there's only one thing for it," he then jumped onto the tall pedestal in the center of the yard.

He started to sing.

"There's an inn, there's an inn, there's a merry old inn

beneath an old grey hill,

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat

that plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he saws his bow

Now squeaking high, now purring low,

now sawing in the middle.

So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

a jig that would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:

'It's after three!' he said.

Again I looked at Caldeon, she had by now had to cover her mouth with both hands to keep from bursting with laughter. But, when Kili threw a pie At a statue next to the elf that greeted us at the front gate, she burst out in laughter.

It was a pretty laugh, youthful, crystal, and pure, like silver bells tuned to perfection.

Again, the thought that she looked familiar crossed my mind. I decided to go back to the table to get a closer look. I sat back down and tried to investigate her face without being noticed, which would have been easier if she sat by Gandalf.

She had a small, slightly turned down nose at the tip. Her eyes were big and storm grey with large lashes. Her cheek bones were high and her chin was sharp, but they were softened by some fatty tissue that came with young age.

So much like Amalia.

No, this isn't Amalia. She would have been dead by now. But, no matter how much I kept telling myself this I couldn't shake that fact that this girl I just first saw hours ago looked like my love.

I was so caught up in these thoughts I didn't realize that I was just staring at her."May I help you?" she asked awkwardly when see saw my staring eyes, her chuckling by now had stopped.

I felt embarrassed, my face raised a couple of degrees. I could barely speak because I was in shock,"I-I'm sorry, you remind me of someone."

She cocked her head to the side and made another fake smile then turned to Lord Elrond,"May I please be excused?", she said polity.

Elrond nodded, "Are you going to your classes tonight?"

"Yes", she answered as she stood. She exited down the steps the way she entered.

The head table ate in silence the rest of the evening.

OMG I'VE BEEN USING THE JOURNAL THAT HARBOR THIS STORY SO MUCH IT IS FALLING APART! IT WAS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT(SO THIS STORY WOULDN'T EVEN EXIST WITH MY FRIEND WHO GAVE IT TO Me

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