Good day, once again. It is I, Dwalin. We are still alive, and nothing particularly dangerous has happened since the incident with the trolls. We arrived at the Misty Mountains a few weeks ago and all has been calm. For now. After we scavenged the troll's lair for any edible food we packed up and headed out on our journey again. It was cold and miserable, and I didn't have my hood. (I was the only one to give the hobbit anything, if you'll kindly remember.) I never imagined the Misty Mountains would take so long to travel across. Gandalf told us he had a friend who would give us food and rest for a few days, and imagine my surprise when we heard singing! I had begun to question the sanity of the wizard. He had taken us to an elf's home, nasty creatures. All play and no work. When I actually listened to their song, I heard they were singing about US! They must have taken notice of me, because they included me in their song. Now that I think about it, it was a rather pleasant tune, but I turned away nevertheless. A tall elf came out of the forest and told us that Elrond was expecting us. I remembered that name somewhere from the stories that were told to me when I was a younger dwarf. The tall elf showed us along a path and we led our ponies by the bridle until we got to a house. The Last Homely House, according to the stories. We had a large dinner and time escaped us. After what Gandalf had informed us we had been staying there for at least fourteen days. I thought it was three days, tops. The night before we left, there was a meeting with Elrond. He read the runes on our map and told us the best way to get into the Lonely Mountain. He bade us farewell the next morning, and I am a tad embarrassed to say I was sad to leave! Maybe my judgement of elves is a bit off?
Until Next Time,
Dwalin