Dori was holding up a lettuce leaf to Ori, "Try it. Just a mouthful."

 Ori frowned, "I don't like green food."

 Dwalin was taking a more drastic approach as he held a bowl of vegetables with one hand and dug through it with the other, "Where's the meat?" he glanced sideways at Kali, who was eating a carrot, "Have they got any meat?"

 With a bite off the end of her carrot, Kali shook her head and began talking with her mouth full, "No meats here, Dwalin. Elves are vegetarians."

 "Elves are what?" Dwalin dropped his bowl back on the table, "Where in the great name of Durin did you find an insult like that?!"

 She finished her carrot and grabbed another, still chewing as she spoke, "It means they do not eat meat, Dwalin. Hardly an insult. More like... a diet."

 Next to Ori, Oin was looking at the vegetable he'd run through with the end of his knife, looking at it in disgust. Ori leaned forward, looking around, "Have they got any chips?"

 Nori turned around and glared at the harp behind him, "Change the tune, why don't you?" turning, he groaned out, "I feel like I'm at a funeral!"

 Oin had put down his knife and in turn stuffed a napkin in his ear-horn, "Did somebody die?"

 "Alright, lads," Bofur began standing from his seat, "There's only one thing for it!" and, scraping his chair against the stone floor, he clambered up on the table.

There's an....

Inn

There's an inn

There's a merry old inn

Beneath an old grey hill  

And there they brew a beer so brown

The Man in the Moon himself came down

One night to drink his fill

By now the entire table was laughing, clapping and singing along with Bofur, who 'd begun dancing while he sang.

Oh

The ostler had a tipsy cat

That plays a five-string fiddle

Kili, Kali and Nori had now begun to have a slight food fight but it was growing out of hand as others got in on it as well. Among the banter, Kali caught sight of Thorin. He had never sat down, loitering in the back with a mug of something, and as the chaos broke loose he was smirking. Drinking from the medium sized flagon did nothing to hide that fact, and besides that he was shaking with silent laughter and tapping his foot along to Bofur's off-kilter, off tune, off beat song. Every one of the dwarves were singing along, now (save for Thorin, of course)

And up and down he saws his bow

A squeaking high

A purring low...

Now sawing in the middle

So!

The cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle

A jig that would wake the dead!

He squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon

'It's after three' he said!

The song may have been over, but it sure heightened the joy of the group. The Valley brings out the best in people. Even Thorin, Kali smiled to herself, grabbed four more carrots and an apple and stood from her seat.

 "Where are you going?" Kili made a move to stand as well.

 "Nowhere of your concern," Kali pushed on his shoulders, "I will be right back. Quick as a wink."

 "You may get lost, though," Kili protested, "Have my brother or I accompany you."

 "No," Kali stepped back into the hallway from which they entered, followed closely by Lindir, "Where are you going?"

 The tone that painted his words indicated he thought she was a troublesome male dwarf. She proved him wrong by turning to face him, "Lindir. You, by any circumstances, haven't had any new four-leggers appear in the stables, have you?"

 He smiled kindly at her, "Only one. I will take you there. Come," Lindir began walking towards the end of the corridor.

 "How did he appear to be?" Kali asked, keeping at a fast paced trot to stay even with his long legs.

 Lindir's brow knitted in worry, "Nonoro was struck with a weapon. He is fine," he raised a hand in an attempt to calm Kali before she became too riled, "I assure you no unfixable harm has come to him, but Nonoro will not be able to travel for some time."

 At last they reached the stables and Kali all but ran inside, her keen eyes scanning around for something more familiar than the large elegant stable she'd spend too much time in. Two elves were crouched inside the stall at the end, and being as they were crouching Kali assumed that was where Nonoro was. Without thinking she rushed over.

 Kali's suspicions were correct. Nonoro knickered when she appeared in his vision. There was a white wrap around his middle, making him look like a slightly faded creme cookie on four legs, "Hey boy."

 One elf, Kali remembered his name was Arandil, stood and brushed his hands on his robes, smiling kindly at her, "He will be fine, young peredhil. The wound was not deep."

 Kali nodded, her gaze falling to the hay-strewn floor, "Hannon le, Mellyn-nin."

 Alanon stood, standing next to his brother, giving Kali and questionable look, "Iston i nîf gîn," Kali nodded slightly, her Elvish being slightly rusty to the point of which she could not respond in the Tongue. Alanon's look became more quizzical, "Ma istal quet' Eldarin?"

 She nodded once again, "Pedin edhellen. I only choose not to, Alanon."

 Arandil chuckled, only slightly, as he returned to speaking in Common Tongue, "Is there anything we can help you with?"

 Kali looked over the two. Fair hair with the both of them, quite tall as well. Twins, they were, born many moons ago and Kali greatly envied their beauty, "Nothing at all at the moment. I only wish to be left alone with my thoughts and my pony."

 "Very well," Lindir spoke softly from the doorway, "Alanon, Arandil and I are needed elsewhere," a look was sent in their direction, "Tolo ar nin."

 "Have you forgotten I can very well understand your Tongue, Lindir?" Kali questioned, then frowned, "Are you sure I am not being a bother?"

 He shook his head, even so his fair, brown hair barely shifted from his shoulders, "Gi nathlam hí. Always, Kali Silverarm."

 She watched the three leave, wondering how they could move so soundlessly. Of course, Kali could move silently as well, but not without jostling herself. All elves seemed to glide, "Right boy?" Nonoro nodded, but not in answer to the mentally-asked question, "You want my carrots, don't you?"