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T.A. 2969 - Rivendell

A/N: Hello, wonderful readers, here we go, reaching Rivendell with no surprises on the road. I said, on the road...

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So it was that some weeks later a party of ten hobbits and a ranger reached Rivendell without any incident, despite the continuous complaining from cross-dressed Beryl and Primula. Another complaint had come from the younger ones, who expected to see the stone trolls and their hoard, but Bilbo kept his word not to go there out of his free will. He knew whatever was to be useful or of any value had been taken or else been made a 'long term deposit' by the dwarves in their journey. Ferumbras, Paladin, Dudo and Drogo complained there were no more inns. Bilbo didn't hear them, with his head already in Erebor and in who awaited for him there, and Estel made fun of every complaint he heard.

"And how fares Elrond, lad? I'm really looking forward to see him again."

Bilbo asked Estel, after they crossed the Ford of Bruinen. They were heading along a different way Bilbo had taken first time, not being chased by orcs.

"I haven't seen him for a while, actually. Some years ago I moved to live with the Dúnedain, to learn their ways, and the ways of the Wilderness. They are my people, it is where I belong."

"Oh, I thought you were Elrond's step-son."

"No, although he fostered me. My father died when I was very young, and my people sent my mother and me to live in Rivendell, for safeness, and for me to learn elven lore."

"This is sad."

They trod a bit more but a flea was pricking behind Bilbo's ear.

"Pardon me for my ignorance and a possible rudeness, but I thought the Rangers were a rough people, not having any liaison to the elves at all."

The young man laughed, throwing his head back.

"We are as rough as needed to do what we have to do, as the wild is no place for gentle folk. But there is a quite distant liaison to the elves, or, at least, I myself have."

Bilbo looked up at him, curious.

"Elrond's brother, Elros, was one of my forefathers. Several generations apart, Elrond is kind of an uncle to me."

"This must be the most amazing story. I would not mind to hear it."

Estel took the bait and Bilbo spent most of the rest of the travelling time hearing the story of the rise and fall of Númenor.

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It was late in the afternoon when they reached Rivendell, and unlike twenty-eight years before no elf was surprised with their arrival. Actually, the hobbits were surprised with a hobbit-fit dinner, and Bilbo was glad to see many known faces. Elrond's twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, plus Lindir and Figwit, who had been closer to the Company last time, all they were there. Bilbo noticed Elrond's daughter was missing, and thought to himself that he would ask about her later; he was a bit worried about some of his cousins that were late for the party held in their honour, confusticate them for their lack of timing notion, and wished they would show as soon as possible.

When they finally showed up Bilbo closed his eyes and wished they hadn't shown at all; then he looked up at Elrond with an apologizing look and waved his hands in sign of defeat.

"I have no idea of what is happening here and I have no part in it!"

Elrond suppressed a chuckle.