Previously-
I fell to the hard earth and heard the sound of a sword swinging before feeling a hand pull me up and drag me into the cave.
When I opened my eyes, I found that I was not at all dead, and that I was leaned against a rock inside the hidden pass with Thorin leaning over me, inspecting my injury.
"Master Baggins, can you walk?" Thorin asked quickly before we heard the sounds of an Elvish horn.
"Yes." I managed to get out as he helped me to my feet. I could feel the blood seeping out of the wound on my shoulder, my jacket ripped to shreds. I winced in pain as we walked down the narrow path, holding in screams as my shoulder hit a few ledges along the way. The walk seemed much longer this time, but that was probably because I was beginning to get delirious from blood loss.
As we walked out of the cave into the Valley of Imladris, I didn't even have the chance to relish in the sweet memories this place held, for I found myself quickly loosing the battle with consciousness.
Thorin POV
"You brought us to seek refuge with the enemy?" I asked Gandalf as we set eyes on Rivendell.
"There is no enemy here. The only ill will you will find in this valley is that which you bring yourself, Thorin Oakenshield." Gandalf told me and I scoffed.
"Uncle!" I heard Fili yell from behind me. I turned to see our burglar, the one who had just saved my nephew's life, fall into a heap on the ground, unconscious. I quickly ran over to him, as Gandalf did as well.
"He needs medical attention immediately." Gandalf said, inspecting the wound.
"Very well, Fili, carry him." I told my nephew before looking back towards Rivendell. No matter how much I hated the elves, their healing capabilities far surpassed our own and it was the least I could do for the brave little hobbit that had saved my kin.
It did not take long before finally making it down to the large stone bridge. We crossed quickly and found ourselves standing at the bottom of a large set of stairs, a dark-haired elf walking down them. I kept my scowl to myself as I watched him approach us.
"Mithrandir!" The elf said, speaking to Gandalf. They began speaking in the elvish tongue and I turned to Dwalin.
"He looks more like a maiden, don't you agree?" I whispered, smirking. Dwalin just laughed and shook his head at my plight.
Soon we heard the elvish horns blowing and could see their calvary coming directly towards us. "Du Bekar! Du Bekar!" I yelled, telling the dwarves 'to arms' as we huddled into the center of the stone platform, the calvary surrounding us.
"Mithrandir!" The one in charge yelled as he got off his horse.
"Lord Elrond." Gandalf said before greeting the elf with an embrace.
"My friend, what has brought you to Rivendell?" Lord Elrond asked, looking over to us.
"One of our company has been severely injured and is in need of your services immediately. I am afraid we found ourselves in the company of some less than friendly creatures." Gandalf told him.
The elfs eyebrows raised as he looked to us for the injured one. I nodded to Fili, who walked forward toward him, holding Master Baggins. He leaned down to look at the hobbit immediately and called for the other Elf to come over.
"I suspect this has something to do with the Orcs who came so close to our borders just this morning?" Lord Elrond replied. "I suspect they were tracking something, or rather someone."
"Ah, yes, that would be us." Gandalf replied.
"Terinel, please take this young Hobbit to the healing chambers immediately. I will be there shortly." Lord Elrond told another elf, who quickly came and took Bilbo from Fili's arms.
"Strange for a hobbit to be traveling in the company of thirteen dwarves and a wizard." Lord Elrond said once the others had gone.
"What of it?" I asked, stepping forward.
"Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. You have your grandfather's bearing." Lord Elrond said to me. I looked up at him in dislike.
"You knew my Grandfather?" I asked quickly.
"I knew Thror, when he ruled under the mountain." He responded.
"He made no mention of you." I mumbled under my breath. The elf turned back to Gandalf and started speaking in elvish tongue once more. I glared at him.
"Does he offer us insult?!" Gloin yelled from the group, asking the question the majority of us wanted to know.
"No, Master Gloin, he is offering you food." Gandalf replied, smirking at us. The rest of the company chose to agree that food would be welcome and turned back to where Gandalf was standing.
"In that case, lead on." Gloin replied.
Lord Elrond turned to the elf that had first greeted us and started speaking in their elvish tongue again before turning back to us.
"Lindir will lead you to our dining pavilion. I will attend to Master Baggins' injuries personally and join you shortly." Lord Elrond stated. I looked up at him curiously. How did he know Bilbo's name? We had not told him.
"How do you know him? I do not believe we had shared his name." I asked quickly before he had the chance to walk up the stairs.
"I knew his mother, Belladonna, very well. It was such a pity to hear what happened to her only seven years past. I traveled to the Shire for the funeral, though I do not believe Master Baggins would remember my presence. He was quite taken with grief at the time. Now, I must see to Master Baggins, if you will excuse me." Lord Elrond said before walking up the stairs briskly.
I silently wondered what had happened to our burglar's mother as we walked through the halls towards the dining pavilion.
Fili POV
"Do you think that is what makes Bilbo sad? Thinking about his mother?" I heard Kili ask quietly as we made our way through the halls of Rivendell.
"I don't know, Kee." I told him honestly. I knew the hobbit was surely still missing his mother, but I didn't think that was why he looked at Kili and I in sadness.
"I just hope he is alright." Kili said, stopping us both in the middle of the hall to turn and look at me. "He saved my life, Fili."
I looked at him, knowing he was feeling guilty for Bilbo being injured. "Kili, you cannot blame yourself for Bilbo's injury. There was no way you could have stopped that Warg, and if you would have tried, you…" I couldn't even think about what could have happened to my brother. "It wouldn't have ended well for either of you. If you want to blame anyone, blame the orcs." I told him honestly before embracing him tightly.
"You're right, Fee. Thank you." He told me before looking off down the hall. "Now, where did the company go?"
We walked down the hall, searching for any sign of the company, but found none. I stopped in the middle of the hall and sighed. Kili mumbled a quick 'sorry'.
"This place is like a bloody labyrinth, we're never going to find them!" I told Kili.
"You two seem quite… lost." We both heard coming from a doorway behind us. Kili and I turned to see two Elves, whom almost looked identical, one standing with his arms crossed, both leaning against each side of the doorway, smirking at us.
"I think these dwarves require our assistance, brother." The other said, chuckling.
"And you would be?" I heard Kili ask from my side and I elbowed him in the ribs. "It's not like we can find it ourselves, Fee." He said in my mind. I huffed and looked over to the brothers, crossing my arms, waiting for an answer.
"I am Elladan and this is my brother, Elrohir. And you are?" The one on the left said. I looked over to Kili to introduce us, since he got us into this to begin with.
"I am Kili, and this is my brother, Fili." He told them. Kili had always been much better with other kinds of people, and it often made me wonder whether he would be better suited as king someday than myself.
"Looking for the dining pavilion?" The other brother asked and Kili nodded quickly. I had a little feeling that these brothers were quite like Kee and I. They motioned for us to follow them and when they turned around, I noticed something very familiar in the hands of Elrohir. I looked over to Kili who was staring at it wide-eyed.
"Is that Bofur's hat?!" I asked Kili in a whisper-shout. I nodded, then began shaking my head with a smile.
"Where'd you get that hat?" I asked the brothers, who burst out laughing. I don't think I had ever heard an Elf laugh before.
"One of your companions in the dining pavilion. He seemed to be quite... fond of it, which is why we were… hiding." Elladan answered, smirking.
"Father's going to kill us when we get back, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up." Elrohir said afterwards.
"We've been trying that one for ages! How'd you manage to get it?" Kili asked excitedly, I just looked over at him and chuckled. It was true, we had been trying to nick Bofur's hat for years! He was so attached to that old thing.
"Easy. He's a dwarf, caught his attention with the mention of meat and he was too busy drooling that he didn't even notice 'Ro grabbing it! Of course, as soon as he did, we were off running as fast as possible." Elladan said as we approached the doors to the dining pavilion.
"Well, here's your stop, we should probably get going. Welcome to Rivendell!" Elrohir said quickly before opening the doors and taking off running with his brother.
Suddenly all eyes in the dining pavilion were on us and I looked over to Kili and burst out laughing. He was wearing Bofur's hat! The brothers must have put it on him before running off.
"My hat!" Bofur yelled before almost jumping over the table to get it. His hair, which neither of us had ever seen, was a mess! Looked like a bird's nest! We both burst out laughing before Kili held the hat behind his back.
"Fili, Kili." I heard Uncle say in a deep tone. Kili and I both stood extra still, knowing what that tone meant. "The hat." Kili sighed and reluctantly gave Bofur his hat back before walking over to where Uncle had saved two seats for us.
"Sorry, Uncle, but it really wasn't our fault." I told him honestly.
"I assume you had a run in with my two sons, then?" Lord Elrond said, looking over at us. Kili's expression was priceless. Those two were exactly like us!
"Those were your sons?" Kili asked quickly, intrigued.
"Elladan and Elrohir, yes. They are twins, and I apologize for their behavior. They are normally accompanying the Rangers of the North, though when they are home neither of them act as proper as they should. They both are still quite young, by elvish standards and have quite the penchant for mischief." Lord Elrond explained.
"Surely they can be no worse than these two. My nephews, Fili and Kili." Thorin said, pointing each of us out before turning to us. "Lord Elrond was just updating us on Master Baggins' condition." Kili and I both quieted and listened intently to Lord Elrond.
"His wounds were easy to close, but he will need to rest for a few days before moving on. Hobbits are quite resilient and Master Baggins is no exception." Lord Elrond said with a small smile. I felt quite relieved. I looked over to Kili, who let out a deep breath. I placed my hand on his shoulder, letting him know everything would be alright.
TADA! Enter- Elladan and Elrohir! I know it wasn't much but we will see them a little more before we leave Rivendell. I apologize if my humor isn't the best. It's clearly not my forte! Any suggestions as to where things should go? Im an open slate for ideas!
Sincerely yours, my darlings,
-BEX-