The rest of the meal went on well. Sam didn’t glare at me anymore as he was still embarrassed about being yelled at by Elrond. In fact, he didn’t look at me at all. Not that I noticed as I didn’t look at him either (really, I didn’t!). I also decided not to talk to him for at least the rest of the day.
Later that day I was talking to Stacey and Katy outside (we didn’t go back inside because we had kind of gotten lost… again). We were having a very important conversation about how many beads are in a bean bag chair.
"It’s got to be at least a thousand." Stacey told us.
"Well, it depends on how big and full the chair is." Katy was saying.
"Yeah, mine is really flat, but I’ve seen some that are stuffed full." I offered (we were no closer to coming to a conclusion than we had been for the last hour).
Just then a man on a horse rode up. Yes, I mean a man. Boromir was finally here! I decided that he was late, and thought about telling him so but then he said, "Would you young ladies be able to point me to Elrond?"
"He’s probably hiding Gandalf." I murmured. Thanks to Elrond needing to ‘discuss’ things with Gandalf, I still hadn’t gotten to hold his sword (no slash intended).
"What was that?" Boromir asked.
"Nothing." Stacey answered for me, "He’s probably speaking with Gimli or preparing for the feast tonight. His house is right ahead."
"Thank you." Boromir said politely and rode off.
"Suck up." Katy told Stacey after Boromir had rode off. Gimli had gotten here early this morning. Gloin too, but he’s not really important anymore, and he wouldn’t tell me about Smaug ‘cause he was busy.
"Hey, be nice Katy!" I said.
"Since when do you care about being nice?" Katy asked.
"Since Boromir’s gonna die!" I told her, "It’s not like he’s a mean person or anything…"
They both rolled their eyes knowing that this was the beginning of a long shpeal about how Boromir was really a nice guy, and how Peter Jackson just had something against Stewards as he made their whole family seem mean. They were right of course, that’s exactly where it led.
We were talking about going to the feast that night when someone knocked on the door to my room (since that was where we were currently located). I waited for someone to answer it. No one did and when they knocked again I sighed and got up to open the door. My friends always make me do all the work *pouts* .
I opened the door to find Elrond waiting outside. Needless to say I was surprised. I hadn’t realized that he makes room calls. "I came to make sure you knew all of you are invited to the feast tonight." Elrond said.
"And?" I asked when he paused.
"And to ask you if you would like dresses or something to wear." He continued hoping not to offend us, "I just want to make sure you do not feel out of place when you get there." He added.
"Um…" I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t especially want to offend Elrond (after all he likes me more than Sam) but I really didn’t want to wear a dress. "Well, what other something did you have in mind?" I asked seeing the others weren’t going to come to my aid.
"We could find you some nicer pants… Ones that are not torn. I assume it is not a tradition for your women to wear *torn* pants?" Elrond told us.
"Of course not, silly." I said, he gave me a strange look, probably hadn’t intended his comment to be ‘silly’, "I think I’ll take you up on that offer." I told him, "What about you two?" I asked Katy and Stacey.
"I think I’ll take you up on the offer for nicer pants too." Katy told him.
"I’ll wear pants too." Stacey answered, "Traditions, you know."
"Okay." lord Elrond said with a smile, "I’ll have some elves bring you all some new clothes."
We called after him ‘thank you’, after all, contrary to popular belief none of us are really rude… Well, maybe the other two are, but not ME.
We went to the feast and it was very boring. I almost fell asleep once, but woke back up right away when I started to fall over. It was kind of funny when the dwarves and elves were arguing. I didn’t know how they expected to solve anything in a meeting. This brought a new thought to my mind, "Hey, Katy, do you want to spy on the council tomorrow?" I asked. Stacey was off bugging Legolas. It’s too bad I invited him to breakfast because now he couldn’t get away from her (keeps her away from me though, heheheh. Gives her someone else to hug…).
"Wait, what council are we talking about?" Katy asked.
"You know THE council." I told her receiving a blank look, "The SECRET council?" More blank looks, "Elrond’s secret council?" I asked in a whisper.
"OH!" Katy said, understanding dawning, "THAT council! I thought maybe you were talking about a different council… Of course we’ll go to THAT council."
She would probably have gone on like this for hours but I interrupted her, "So, Katy, I hear you like goats." I said, promptly starting a long conversation about why goats are cool (on Katy’s part) and why goats are stupid (on my part… They are cause they eat cans, how stupid can you get?). This accomplished my task perfectly as we could no longer be heard talking about a secret council (that is, one we’re not supposed to know about) by Elrond.