Good call, this was totally a scam to get them to sign a contract to work for months in unsafe conditions with little to no pay. That or the dwarfs wanted a couple of expendable diversions along with them so they could claim back their mountain halls from a dragon, orcs and/or a Balrog.

"Grass + sky + flowers"
Well, I'm sure that's gonna be a boon for the elves, if they make an attempt to invite the maidens.

And lo, from out the sylvan veil where ancient oaks entwine their mighty boughs, there stepped forth an elf, his raiment woven of silvered leaves and moonlit gossamer. He beheld the maidens where they lay amidst the chartreusean field, and he spake thusly;

"O ye daughters of the dancing breeze, harken to my word! From the distant halls of the Elven King I come, bearing tidings unto thee. The lord of the Wood doth extend unto thee his noble grace, and doth bid thee dwell in realms of fae light, where rivers murmur secrets of old, and trees whisper songs of yore. Come ye hence, where night is ever dappled in silver beams, and the air is sweet with song and spell."

"do thine elven realms boast fields wherein we may lie 'neath the warmth of golden day? Doth the sun kiss the cheeks of those who dwell beneath thy shadowed boughs?" Saith the first maiden.

"Nay, lady, the woodland is a realm of twilight hush, where silver beams alone pierce the forested gloom. Yet lo, what splendor abounds! The stars do glimmer as living jewels!"

"And what of the wind? Doth it dance freely through thy elvish halls? Doth it tumble and tease, bearing the laughter and secrets and song of the woodlands?" did the second maiden ask thus.

"Nay lady, for the breeze doth move with solemn grace in lands of elven kith. It stirreth not any fields, nor sendeth ripples ‘cross gentle streamings, but rather passeth in hushed reverence."

At this, the maidens did exchange a knowing glance, and the first, with a careless laugh, did turn upon her side, nestling once more into the welcoming grass freshly warmed 'neath the sun.

"We bid thee return to thy shadowed groves and hallowed halls, for here in the meadow do we find all that we desire.

And the second maiden, with a languid stretch, did add:

"Take thee back thy starlit splendor and moonlit mirth, for we are the maidens of the field, and no twilight kingdom shall steal us hence."

ooh very good..

Thou hast my deepest thanks for thine kind praise! Verily, 'tis a rare occasion indeed when I am afforded the chance to speak or write in such a manner as Shakespeare and the fair speech of olden days.