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For once in his life Thorin doesn't mind being greeted by Elves. Or Elf as the case may be. The blond Elf bows a small book and a dagger upon his cheek. He has bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile. Not something Thorin is used to seeing.

"Welcome Thorin and Company back to Rivendell!" The Elf calls and the company shift on their feet. Thorin nods his head at the Elf, one brow raised.

"You know my name but I don't know yours."

"Ah, my Other would be very cross if he heard that. I am Glorfindel," the Elf bows again. Before Thorin can speak he hears the high pitched sound of young voices and a group of five children race out followed by a pair of laughing Elves. The young ones spot Dwalin, the tallest of the group other than Tauriel but she has slipped off somewhere, and dodge behind him to hide.

"Save us Master Dwarf! The nasty trolls want to eat us!" squeaks the youngest looking one. One of the laughing Elves holds up his arms in a weak attempt to be scary.

"I say we sit on them all and turn them into jelly!" he exclaims making the children shriek in playful fear.

"Nay, Bert! I say we roast them with sage," says the other "Though for the Dwarves we may need more than sage."

The children laugh and Dwalin's eyes twitch as he remembers their run in with trolls.

"Why not skin them?" calls a new voice and the previously laughing Elves jump and look guilty and the golden Elf chuckles. Standing up on the staircase is the brunet Elf from thier first visit. He is giving the laughing Elves an unimpressed look.

"What have I been telling you not to do?" he asks them. The Elves stick out their tongues at him.

"Not to tease our guests and no pulling pranks so basically have no fun. Your such a buzz kill Linnie," grumbles the one on the left with what looks like half of a bow and arrow resting on a sword on his cheek.

"Yeah, we're just trying to keep the little ones entertained," adds the one on the left with the rest of the weapons upon his cheek. The Elf looks over to Glorfindel for help.

"Oh no ion you put yourself as the Twins keeper you get to keep them," Glorfindel says with a loud laugh "But alas I have been remiss! Come my fellows, you must be weary I am sure Lindir has already informed the cooks to have meat on our tables for you."

"Food?" Pipes up one of the little ones who had climbed up onto Dwalin much to the companies amusement. Thorin grins, Dwalin loves children even Elv…. Those are not Elvish ears nor feet. His stomach sinks. That is a hobbit child.

"Yes Merry food. Now did you before you climbed on the poor Dwarf?"

"It's alright. I don't mind," Dwalin speaks up before Merry can. Thorin takes in all of the children, four of the five are Hobbit children and the last is a human child. Each child latches on to a Dwarf as Glorfindel leads them deeper into Rivendell and Lindir grabs each one of the other Elves by their ear.

"Do not ruin this for him," Thorin hears the Elf hiss before he is out of sight. Ruin what for who he wonders. They are lead into the dining area from before and for the first time in over six years Thorin sees Bilbo. He's wearing Elvish garb, which he has to grudgingly say looks good on him. He is looking up at Lord Elrond with a mixture of agitation and love that it tightens the knot in his stomach more. The four Hobbit children let go of the Dwarrows and rush toward Bilbo. The children are Bilbo's… It feels as if his heart breaks. Bilbo had been able to move on? Or had someone taken advantage of his One?! Bilbo is smiling at the children and then he looks over and his face pales.

"Thorin?