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I will come and see them, if ever I can, said Frodo How surprised Bilbo would have been to see all the changes in the Desolation of Smaug

I think we will not speak of it, at least not yet, said Frodo politely

Bilbo cried Frodo with sudden recognition, and he sprang forward

lndeed, said Glóin, if it were not for the Beornings, the passage from Dale to Rivendell would long ago have become impossible They are valiant men and keep open the High Pass and the Ford of Carrock But their tolls are high, he added with a shake of his head and like Beorn of old they are not over fond of dwarves Still, they are trusty, and that is much in these days Nowhere are there any men so friendly to us as the Men of Dale They are good folk, the Bardings The grandson of Bard the Bowman rules them, Brand son of Bain son of Bard He is a strong king, and his realm now reaches far south and east of Esgaroth

Next to Frodo on his right sat a dwarf of important appearance, richly dressed His beard, very long and forked, was white, nearly as white as the snow white cloth of his garments He wore a silver belt, and round his neck hung a chain of silver and diamonds Frodo stopped eating to look at him

Yes, answered Frodo I would rather see him than all the towers and palaces in the world

Thank you very much, said Frodo

So it was that Frodo saw her whom few mortals had yet seen Arwen, daughter of Elrond, in whom it was said that the likeness of Lúthien had come on earth again and she was called Undómiel, for she was the Evenstar of her people Long she had been in the land of her mothers kin, in Lórien beyond the mountains, and was but lately returned to Rivendell to her fathers house But her brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, were out upon errantry: for they rode often far afield with the Rangers of the North, forgetting never their mothers torment in the dens of the orcs

Glóin looked at Frodo and smiled You were very fond of Bilbo were you not? he asked

A shadow passed over Glóins face We do not know, he answered It is largely on account of Balin that I have come to ask the advice of those that dwell in Rivendell But tonight let us speak of merrier things

Now at last the hour has come that you have wished for, Frodo, he said Here is a friend that you have long missed

Elrond went forward and stood beside the silent figure Awake little master he said, with a smile Then, turning to Frodo, he beckoned to him

Welcome and well met said the dwarf, turning towards him Then he actually rose from his seat and bowed Glóin at your service, he said, and bowed still lower

And what has become of Balin and Ori and óin? asked Frodo

I think we will not speak of it, at least not yet, said Frodo politely

Quite right, answered the dwarf, gathering up the cushions and courteously assisting Frodo back into his seat And I do not ask, for I have already been told that you are the kinsman and adopted heir of our friend Bilbo the renowned Allow me to congratulate you on your recovery

Frodo found himself walking with Gandalf This is the Hall of Fire said the wizard Here you will hear many songs and tales if you can keep awake But except on high days it usually stands empty and quiet, and people come here who wish for peace, and thought There is always a fire here, all the year round, but there is little other light

He looked first for his friends Sam had begged to be allowed to wait on his master, but had been told that for this time he was a guest of honour Frodo could see him now, sitting with Pippin and Merry at the upper end of one of the side tables close to the dais He could see no sign of Strider

As Elrond entered and went towards the seat prepared for him, elvish minstrels began to make sweet music Slowly the hall filled, and Frodo looked with delight upon the many fair faces that were gathered together the golden firelight played upon them and shimmered in their hair Suddenly he noticed, not far from the further end of the fire, a small dark figure seated on a stool with his back propped against a pillar Beside him on the ground was a drinking cup and some bread Frodo wondered whether he was ill if people were ever ill in Rivendell, and had been unable to come to the feast His head seemed sunk in sleep on his breast, and a fold of his dark cloak was drawn over his face

Now at last the hour has come that you have wished for, Frodo, he said Here is a friend that you have long missed

Frodo Baggins at your service and your familys, said Frodo correctly, rising in surprise and scattering his cushions Am I right in guessing that you are the Glóin, one of the twelve companions of the great Thorin Oakenshield?

And what has become of Balin and Ori and óin? asked Frodo

Thank you very much, said Frodo

Throughout the rest of the meal they talked together, but Frodo listened more than he spoke for the news of the Shire, apart from the Ring, seemed small and far away and unimportant, while Glóin had much to tell of events in the northern regions of Wilderland Frodo learned that Grimbeorn the Old, son of Beorn, was now the lord of many sturdy men, and to their land between the Mountains and Mirkwood neither orc nor wolf dared to go

Throughout the rest of the meal they talked together, but Frodo listened more than he spoke for the news of the Shire, apart from the Ring, seemed small and far away and unimportant, while Glóin had much to tell of events in the northern regions of Wilderland Frodo learned that Grimbeorn the Old, son of Beorn, was now the lord of many sturdy men, and to their land between the Mountains and Mirkwood neither orc nor wolf dared to go

And what has become of Balin and Ori and óin? asked Frodo

There is much to tell, good and bad, said Glóin yet it is mostly good: we have so far been fortunate, though we do not escape the shadow of these times If you really wish to hear of us, I will tell you tidings gladly But stop me when you are weary Dwarves tongues run on when speaking of their handiwork, they say

And what has become of Balin and Ori and óin? asked Frodo

So it was that Frodo saw her whom few mortals had yet seen Arwen, daughter of Elrond, in whom it was said that the likeness of Lúthien had come on earth again and she was called Undómiel, for she was the Evenstar of her people Long she had been in the land of her mothers kin, in Lórien beyond the mountains, and was but lately returned to Rivendell to her fathers house But her brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, were out upon errantry: for they rode often far afield with the Rangers of the North, forgetting never their mothers torment in the dens of the orcs