In The End-The Hobbit

I follow with Gandalf slowly behind all the dwarves as they make their way down the small crack. I can see on Bilbo's face that he is curious to see where the crack leads, the old adventurous Bilbo beginning to finally show through his hard shell. I, of course, know where the path leads and can't wait to see the look on Bilbo's face when he sees it. Or even Thorin's when he realises. Gandalf follows the group with a wide grin on his face, probably thinking the same thoughts as me. I let out a giggle as a few of the dwarves have a little trouble getting through narrow parts of the path, Bombur has the most trouble. Finally, after a while we reach an open valley. Its beauty beyond anything that is of the normal world. I sometimes forget how beautiful the Elven nature can be. Although I no longer live among such a race, I will never cease to see the beauty in the world that they live in.

The dwarves look around with awe.

"The Valley of Imraldis. In the Common Tongue, it's known by another name..." Gandalf begins.

"Rivendell" Bilbo and I say at the same time. We look at each other and smile.

Gandalf smiles "Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea."

"This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy," Thorin bursts with anger roaring through his voice.

Gandalf frowns "You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself."

"You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us" Thorin says trying to reason with Gandalf.

"Of course, they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm, which is why you will leave the talking to me" Gandalf says, quickly marching down the road leading to the beautiful valley. Bilbo and I follow hastily behind Gandalf with the dwarves following behind less enthused. We cross over a beautiful bridge over a lovely clear river and past a magnificent waterfall. I catch some of the dwarves smiling. When they see me, their faces turn to disgust. I let out a laugh.

We all stop at the entrance of Rivendell, the dwarves huddled in a group with Bilbo squished in the centre. I walk over to stand with Gandalf as a familiar elf comes gracefully walking down the stairs to greet us. His long brown hair follows with his walk, a red robe waving in the wind behind him. The elves always know how to make an entrance. Something I never inherited, unfortunately. Straight away I know he is Lindir. Despite having my own issues with Elves, I come to visit Rivendell very often, Lord Elrond being someone who understands me better than anyone else. He and I have an understanding, after all it's not Elrond I have bad blood with.

"Mithrandir" Lindir greets extending his hand to Gandalf.

"Ah, Lindir!" Gandalf says in greeting. Some of the dwarves' mutter amongst themselves.

Lindir begins to speak in Elvish "Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen (Translation: We heard you had crossed into the Valley)" Lindir states.

"I must speak with Lord Elrond," Gandalf says hurrying the conversation along.

"My Lord Elrond is not here," Lindir says.

"Not here? Where is he?" Gandalf asks confused. He gets his answer as an elvish horn is heard in the distance, causing everyone to fall silent. Elves gracefully ride horses down the path to Rivendell with Elrond at the head. The dwarves and Bilbo get surrounded by the Elves, all with defensive expressions. I can't help but giggle at their reaction.

"Gandalf," Elrond greets, jumping off his horse with no effort "Ivy" he adds giving me a nod. Gandalf and I both give a bow in Elrond's presence.

"Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh? (Translation: My friend! Where have you been?)" Gandalf asks.