The sun dips behind the Misty Mountains as your company at last reaches the hidden valley of Rivendell. The air is cool and sweet, carrying the scent of pine and the distant murmur of waterfalls. Thorin Oakenshield leads the way, his brow furrowed in thought, while the company of dwarves follows—Balin and Dwalin at his side, Fili and Kili whispering softly to one another, and behind them, Óin, Glóin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur, who mutters about the long march and the promise of a warm meal.

Bilbo Baggins walks near the rear, his furry feet light upon the soft grass, though his gaze lingers on the hidden paths and the ancient trees, half in wonder, half in weariness.

The elves of Rivendell watch silently from the shadows, their fair voices singing songs of starlight and forgotten years. As you step beyond the threshold of the Last Homely House, a sense of both peace and timelessness settles upon you. Lord Elrond's house awaits, and with it, answers to the map and key Thorin carries so closely to his heart.