Another Part of History
Bilbo walked around the corner, trying to keep up with the elf leading him to his room. The elf held out his hand suddenly.
"Hush," he said. Bilbo listened closely and heard a soft voice singing nearby. He looked about and saw a young boy sitting with a book on his lap. The boy was not Elven; at least he wasn't a full Elf. He was sitting at his ease, his hair pushed out of his eyes and his boosts off. His ears were ever so slightly pointed and his toes had soft brown curls upon them.
"Who-" Bilbo started to ask, but the boy jumped to his feet and stared at them, startled. His face softened and he seemed a little irritated by their presence.
"And how long were you going to stand there?" he asked, crossing his arms. The elf laughed.
"Until you had finished your song, Rohon!"
Rohon glanced at Bilbo.
"I must thank you, for if you had not spoken, I would be singing from now until I leave!" he said, smiling. Bilbo stared at the young boy. He spoken in Common, but his accent was strange and unknown to him. Also, the boy stood straight and tall, and his speech was of one from nobility. This boy, this Rohon, was obviously a lord of men.
"You search me with your eyes. What do you wish of me?" he asked, jerking Bilbo back from his thought.
"Oh! Well, I… I wanted to know where you came from and what you are, if you understand me. You are half-elf, but-"
"Actually, I'm a fourth Elf. You mean my feet, don't you?" Rohon said, smiling. Bilbo blushed and nodded.
"My mother was half hobbit. How such a union came about, even I don't know." A slight sadness came into his eyes, but it was well hidden. The Elf sighed and motioned that it was time for Bilbo to sleep. Rohon nodded and smiled back down at Bilbo.
"My mother's father was a Took. Perhaps we are distant relations," he said. Bilbo smiled and nodded. The Elf began to walk once more and Rohon sat back down to his book. It was a long while before Bilbo saw him again.