[Amanaduial the archer]

"Rivendell. Down this valley here." Hardo said, almost non commitally.
Brando squirmed on his pony, his mouth dry with anticipation. Soon he was to meet the beautiful graceful beings that Uncle Pip had been so in awe of, immortal and wise...

The others around the little hobbit gasped in wonder, as they could see over the ridge before him. Sitting high in his saddle, he soon saw also what they had seen. His eyes widened and he gasped at the beautiful, delicate architecture, fine and perfect. Further down there were elves reading, walking, or practising fencing together. A group looked up and pointed and soon some were walking towards the group. They seemed somewhat surprised- to put it mildly- to see the dwarves, but were courtious as the bowed slightly. The small group was headed a regal, older looking elf, and behind him were two younger male elves and two females.

"Greeting...friends." The older elf said, his voice almost musical, although he paused slightly, looking at the dwarves slightly doubtfully. "I am Lord Elrond. Welcome to Rivendells valley. No doubt you are tired from your journey, but we have plans to make and aynhow, we must leave tomorrow at latest; after all, it wouldnt do to keep the king waiting. These are the elves who will be travelling with you- Meneciriel, Elrohir, Elladan and Thule."

The elves nodded respectfully, although they too seemed slightly troubled by the dwarves. Therons lot too didnt seem entirely happy about the arrangement- Brando noted with slight amusement that Mikhelm was wearing his polite face, so polite it seemed to be practically cracking...like the atmosphere, which was just about reaching breaking point. Like Hardo had said, this was certainly going to be an 'interesting' trip.

As the group was escorted down to the delicately architectured main building, Branod continued to look around in amazement. One of the elves, the one introduced as Meneciriel caught his gaze. The sunlight shone behind her and droplets from the waterfall nearby occasionally flew into the air nearby as she smiled kindly at him- he stared for a moment- One of the elves had noticed him...and smiled!He caught himself, the heat flooding to his face and smiled shyly back at her. Using the formal tone his family liked him to adopy while addressing visitors, he nodded respectfully.
"Good day Meneciriel. I hope you are well, and am glad I will travelling with you." He said stiffly, concentrating very hard on an upper class accent, the words sounding as if he was reading them.

Ciri laughed, delighted at the quaint hobbit. "Thankyou, Brando. Please, call me Ciri."

Brando flushed with pleasure and smiled bashfully.