Thranduil turned to Bali, and spoke in a voice which did not convey friendship. "What would bring a five dwarves, in company with those of many other races, into my realm?"
But upon his answer, the elven lord's face broke into a happy smile. "Lord, tis I, Bali."
"Good dwarf, I have not seen you since you went off long years ago! My, you have grown. No doubt you come to help your father, and the dwarven lord. They are in a perilous position, and I assure you that my warriors are doing all that they can to help protect the mountain.
But, I have been discortious to my guests. Forgive me, but these are troubled days. Sit, and I will have a meal prepared quickly. Now, tell me of your journey."
Bali related all that had happened on their journey, and how they would sadly be staying for only a few days. They needed to reach Erebor quickly. Soon the meal was prepared.
Bali sensed a tension between Ani Dao and Thranduil, but he did not speak of it. The fact that there were many elves travelling with the company made it a little easier for the dwarves to fit in, and they soon became friendly with the guards of Thranduil's Hall.
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