"How do we know you aren't a spy of Sauron himself?" Bilbo retorted, suddenly protective of the Shire's well-being. "I come from all the way from the land of Rivendell, to warn you and your folk, and this is how you treat me? Surely you do not know how to properly respect a lady." Lilia chided Bilbo. He pondered this thought for a moment, than eagerly replied. "Yes, yes, of course. It's just that strange things have been going on lately, and I must be very precautious." Bilbo explained.
"I see. I must know, is Gandalf the Grey here? I must speak to him at once." Lilia's expression turned serious once again. "I believe so, milady. Head eastward and turn once you get to the Great Rock." He said, giving directions. She nodded, and spoke Elvish to the horse, and then she was off. Bilbo gazed after her in admiration, looking at the way her complexion shined in the afternoon sun. He snapped out of his chance at the sound of Pippin's high pitched chanting.
"Bilbo is in love! Bilbo is in love!" The young hobbit sang in glee. "Took! Mind your own business if you will. My heart belongs to nobody but myself." Bilbo lied. Perhaps the elf had put quite an enticing spell on him, the way it drew him to look her in the eyes. She rode upon a mighty white steed, with hair as brown as tree bark. "Bilbo! Hello?" Merry shouted, frantically waving his arms in front of Bilbo's face. "What? Yes? What is it Merry?" He asked. "I said, are we going to The Stream now?" Merry whined impatiently. "No. If there is danger near then it would be safer the farther we are in the Shire. I'm sorry boys, maybe another time. They both groaned in frustration. "But Bilbo! You just want to impress the lady elf!" Pippin chirped. He squealed as he was lifted high in the air and placed in a tree.
"Now, Pippin, I'm not letting you down until you tell me that I am doing this for your safety." Bilbo said, holding a chuckle. Pippin huffed. "Fine! You're doing this for our safety and not to impress the elf you're so in love with." Bilbo sighed. "Pippin!"