“*Ifridî bekâr!” Thorin barked the order, his weapon at the ready. This was Gandalf's doing -- they would be attacked for trespassing onto the Elven grounds, he was certain of it. “Hold ranks!”
The company and Bilbo gathered in a circle of sorts, each with a weapon gripped tightly. Kili had a hand on his bow, though he did not draw an arrow. Surely the elves would not harm them with Gandalf and Saeril there, would they? Troubled, he looked towards their godmother in hopes of getting a feeling for what was going on. As it was, he did not know. Thorin thought so poorly of the elves, and Kili worried that the elves may feel the same way towards them.

A group of riders arrived on the scene, and the tallest there dismounted and separated from the others. Elrond nodded in acknowledgement to Gandalf, seemingly unperturbed by the dwarves being there. "Gandalf," he greeted him, then moved to greet his friend with a hug. "**Farannem ‘lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui."

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translations:

* Ready weapons

** We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.