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Meeting At The Hobbit-Hole

Okay so up above is what Keerla wears

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It was on a late-April evening that Keerla reached Hobbiton, a hobbit-hole named Bag End to be exact. She had hopped down from Baineth as soon as she reached the Shire, worried the little Halflings would view her as a threat being so much higher than them. Hobbits were, after all, very short. Much like dwarfs.

An average hobbit stood around three and a half to four feet, while most dwarfs – at least the ones Keerla knew – were between four and a half and five feet tall. She herself was a little over five and a half feet, short for an elf as they usually stood about six feet. But that was only because she had been born much too early.

Speaking of being early, Keerla had reached the hobbit-hole long before she had meant to. For a moment she worried she would be the first, but upon perking up her ears, she could make out the sounds of at least fourteen people inside. Maybe she wasn't early but instead late?

Unsaddling Baineth, she placed the get-up inside of the gate and let her mare wander off for some freedom. She would return when called anyway. Not wanting to frighten the poor hobbit that was probably already terrified by his company, Keerla left her sword, bow and quiver with her horse's things before ringing the doorbell.

"If this is another dwarf, i am here to tell you, no thank-" the hobbit cut himself short as he opened the round green door.

Keerla raised her eyebrow at the odd expression on his face, a small smile appearing on her lips. Most men were often taken aback by her appearance – elves were known for their beauty and Keerla was often told she was on par with Galadriel, Lady of Lothlorien.

"Hello," she greeted him softly, but loud enough to be heard over the roaring conversation taking place in his kitchen, "I'm sorry to bother you, my name is Keerla."

"O-oh," he stumbled, stepping backward quickly, "Please, come in My Lady."

"Just Keerla," she smiled again, stepping into the hallway. "And you are?"

"Bil-uh-Bilbo Baggins," he cleared his throat, "You – You're an elf?"

"Yes i am," she laughed, "I must be a relief after all of the dwarfs."

"You're here to join them?" the hobbit asked, looking surprised, "I thought-"

"Dwarfs and elves hate each other?" she nodded, eyeing the rows of cloaks and weapons, "They do, but we're that special exception to the rule."

"Um well, i suppose you want to join them?"

"It would be nice to, dear Bilbo," she smiled again.

Bilbo led her along the hall, but was immediately distracted by a round, red haired dwarf Keerla recognised as Bombur and another with black and white hair she knew to be his cousin Bifur, disappearing into another room.

She was left to fend for herself, but didn't really mind as no one other than the tall man with long grey hair and a matching beard had noticed her. The dwarfs were off in all directions, moving food to and fro which seemed to be getting on poor Bilbo's nerves. Gandalf the Grey nodded his head in greeting, to which she bowed hers in return.

"Mae g'ovannen (You Are Well Met)" She greeted him softly.

"And you, my dear, and you," he chuckled, drawing attention to her.

"Keerla!" 

Bofur - a dwarf in a furry hat, Gloin - with shocking red hair, Dori - the mother hen and Nori - the dwarf with sticky fingers, cheered rushing to crowd the Elleth, tugging her between themselves for greetings.