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Thorin's POV
We lost her, I lost her. Nessa the only female companion of this company was dead or almost dead. Thanks to the Orc scum behind us chasing the heck out of us. "I'm sorry Uncle," Kili said next to me. "It's not your fault Kili, it was Nessa's decision," I told my nephew. Thanks to Gandalf we were safe at the moment but then horns where heard from the outside and fighting noises were nearby when something fell down into the cave where we were hiding. An arrow was sticking out of his chest. "Elves," I growled remembering the day Smaug attacked Erebor. "I can not see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?" Dwalin said who found a passageway at the back of the cave. "Follow it, of course!" Bofur said while the others agreed. "I think that would be wise." I heard Gandalf which was probably to himself. We followed the narrow pass until we came out onto a platform that was over a valley. "The Valley of Imraldis. In the Common Tongue, it's known by another name." Gandalf said who appeared behind me. "Rivendell," Bilbo replied in a hushed voice. "Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea," Gandalf said proudly of himself. "This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy." I barked at Gandalf knowing that it was his fault that we were here now without Nessa who I knew would love to see it. "You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself." Gandalf told me mad since I refused the help we apparently needed. "You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us." I told the wizard knowing what will happen. "Of course they will think to about what we lost, think about Nessa, she would want you to succeed in the quest. 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." The Wizard said leading us down a narrow path into the valley. It was beautiful here even though it was an elven home my thoughts went back to Nessa who would have loved it here which made me sad. In a courtyard, we had a look around when I heard a voice speaking. "Mithrandir." The Voice said who belonged to a black-headed elve who was slowly walking down the steps behind is. "Ah, Lindir!" Gandalf greeted the elve who I turned to Dwalin next to me. "Stay sharp," I told him who nodded and passed the message to the others. "I must speak with Lord Elrond," Gandalf told the elve who shook his head. "My lord Elrond is not here," he replied. "Not here? Where is he?" Gandalf, at that moment we heard the horn from earlier again and hoofs clapping on the ground underneath us. We turned around seeing a large group of elves riding towards us. "Ifridî bekâr!" I yelled raising my sword while the others surrounded me and the hobbit who got pushed inside our ranks. "Hold ranks!"I added raising my sword a bit higher. The Elven warriors surrounded us in a double circle. "Gandalf." he greeted the wizard from his horse who looked just like Nessa's faithful companion Brego. "Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh?" he said but I couldn't understand the last part of what he told the elve. Elrond, Lord of the valley replied something in Elvish I could understand before he dismounted the horse to hug the wizard which I looked in anger since I was still mad at the Wizard. "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near." he said now for us to understand what they talked about showing everybody an orc sword before he passed it to the black-headed elve who greeted us first when we arrived."Ah, that may have been us." Gandalf confessing to Elrond. I stepped forwards revealing myself to the Elve Lord. "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain," Elrond said kind but I wasn't kind to them. "I do not believe we have met," I growled back at him. I Guess Nessa would have given me a head smack by now. "You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain." Elrond said but I never heard my grandfather talking about the elven Lord. "Indeed; he made no mention of you," I replied. Elrond said something in elvish neither of us could understand making us believe he threatens us. "What is he saying? Does he offer us an insult?" Gloin barked making the others growl. "No, master Gloin, he's offering you food," Gandalf answered our concern. The others and I huddled together but we were hungry and needed food. "Ah well, in that case, lead on," Gloin said which Gandalf and Elrond did. "Thorin, may I ask you to follow me before we go and eat with the others," Elrond said which made me frown. I followed the Elve Lord through the valley away from Gandalf, Bilbo, and the other dwarfs. "I believe you are one companion short," Elrond said pointing to a door in front of us. "She is expecting you," Elrond added, so I opened the door entering the huge room, they're on a bed laid a well-known friend.
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