Thorin's jaw clenched slightly. But he succeeded and agreed to let Gandalf do the talking. The group followed him, into the city of Rivendell. He watched quietly, as they were greeted by some Elves...and soon enough surrounded by the elvish hunting party...the elves looking at them with curiosity.

Among the Hunting party, was Elrond's youngest daughter Yavanna. A beauty of Rivendell, like her elder sister Arwen. He beautiful raven hair, fell down to her waist. She unlike some of the guards, held a more gentle; kind look towards the Dwarves. A few stared at her awe, including Kili. He blinked. He had never seen a she-elf that looked so beautiful. Of course, his God-mother was a beauty. But this was different. Yavanna smiled down warmly at the Dwarves and the Hobbit.

Kili smiled at her, a little sheepishly. With a wink. Thorin rolled his eyes into the back of his head, seeing his nephew like that.

"Gandalf...how good to see you." Yavanna spoke softly, when she noticed the Wizard. Gandalf was a dear friend to her, that she had known since she was little. "And...I do believe, we have not met." She said gently...her voice soft as silk, as she noticed Saeril among the group.

"Gandalf!" Lord Elrond spoke, as he arrived with his hunting party. His horse, close to the Grey Wizard. The pair began to speak Elvish. "We've been hunting a Pack of Orcs, that came from the south. We slew a number, near the hidden path. Something...or someone drew them close, to our borders."