"Mhm." Kili grunted in agreement as he puffed a breath of smoke out of his mouth. "Very nice."

"With or without our help, the dwarves will march on Erebor." Gandalf proclaimed to Elrond as he followed the elf lord along the path. "I do not believe that Thorin Oakenshield thinks he is answerable to anyone. Nor, for that matter, am I." the Grey wizard spoke firmly.
"It is not me you must answer to." Elrond corrected him as they stopped in the place where he usually held meetings. On the balcony stood Lady Galadriel, as she turned to face them, she smiled and spoke softly to the wizard.
"Mithrandir, Gwenwin în únodui (It has been a long time)."