October 21, 3018

Bellethiel was on her way to Arwen's chambers to speak with her when she saw three hobbits crowded outside Frodo's room with their ears pressed to the door.

"When do you think they will let us see him?" she overheard one whisper.

"I don't know Pippin," replied a slightly more rotund hobbit. "Gandalf said that he was recovering when he came out. I would think that we should be able to go in now."

"It's been almost a day! I say we just go in!" she heard the first hobbit, which she now knew to be named Pippin, say excitedly.

Walking up to the group, Bellethiel decided to make her presence know.

"Your concern for your friend warms my heart," she said with a smile.

At the sudden interruption to their debate the hobbits all turned about startled. The larger hobbit looked up at her sheepishly.

"I'm sorry milady. We only meant to see if he was alright."

"There is nothing to apologize for my friend. I do not doubt your intentions in the slightest. If it is of any assurance, I can go and check on him for you."

They all seemed to perk up at this suggestion. The two that she had already spoken to nodded their heads eagerly.

"Thank you my lady," supplied the third hobbit.

With that, she silently made her way past them and into Frodo's room. As she approached the bed she could see that he sleeping much more peacefully than he had been earlier. That was a good sign. It meant that the poison's effect was diminishing. She changed his bandages quickly before returning to the group of hobbits.

"It seems that your friend has finally been able to sleep peacefully," she told them. "His shoulder is healing rather well for now. Sadly, it will most likely never heal completely. I would advise that you let him rest for a while longer before you visit him."

"We are very grateful, milady," replied the hobbit that first spoke to her.

"It was my pleasure. Besides, it is only natural that I would check up on my patient."

"So you healed Mr. Frodo?" he asked with amazement.

"Aye, I aided Lord Elrond in his work."

The third hobbit then addressed his friend and told him to stop pestering the lady with questions, to which he received a reply of embarrassed spluttering.

"Thank you my lady for checking on Frodo," he turned and said to her. "We greatly appreciate it. These are Pippin and Sam, and my name is Merry."

"Well it is very nice to meet you all. Have you been given a tour of Rivendell yet?"

Sam, having recovered himself, informed her that they had indeed been shown around.

"Although," started Pippin with a mischievous look on his face, " we have yet to see the kitchens…"

Bellethiel laughed at this, for she knew the hobbits' love for food.

"Let me show you to the kitchens, then. I have spent enough time around Bilbo to know how your stomachs work."

The group of hobbits all broke out into grins and followed her to the kitchens, where she bid them farewell.

"Thank you again milady," Sam said as she began to turn towards the door. "I will forever remember your kindness."

She smiled at Sam and nodded before exiting the room. Now that she had been distracted for near an hour, she made haste to reach Arwen's quarters. However, when she reached her destination her friend was nowhere to be found. So she decided to wander through the gardens, where Arwen often sat in her free time.

She had just made her way to a spot that she and Arwen would frequent when she was met by a surprise. Arwen could be seen sitting on their favorite bench, but she was not alone. With her was none other than Aragorn. It seemed that they were discussing something of great importance, so Bellethiel silently retreated in the direction she had come from.

Apparently, her talk with Arwen would have to wait. Now that the remainder of her day was free she chose to go down to the stables to tend to her steed, Ancali.