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It had been a day, pending to two since Elrond had reported on her condition. The tension that had been building , since as Gandalf was left to ponder, ceased as the elf approached. Though he came with a deceiving expression it came from other reasons.

"She is weak and deserves much rest, but she will survive so long as she stays in our care," assured Elrond, but his wounded expression never died. "I can protect and her child from falling ill, but I cannot protect them from Thorin."

"Thorin would have no reason to follow," said Gandalf, adding in a broad sigh. He couldn't even convenience his ownself with his words. Not he was even questioning why he gave such detail of what was going on to Elrond."Not when he does not know of her condition."

Elrond could only shake his head, steadily it was to capture the attention of his companion. "Even without knowing that he will draw close until he finds her. You can only hide her for so long, Gandalf," he pressed, though his tone never stern. "Where will you go once the child arrives?"
He asked to stray from the topic, a topic that was resurrecting that tension and perhaps Gandalf had some answers to this question. But see him shuffle Elrond thought wrong.

"You are more than welcome to stay here," he offered. "But I don't think she intended on it." He strode off into the balcony to look upon the place he was declared chief of. He expected his friend to follow, believing the sight would ease their mind. But as Gandalf came he was in a daze from ponder.

"No. But she cannot go back to the Shire. If she brings a dwarfling into that town saying it is her child word will spread, far enough to where Thorin wanders."

"And if the child is more on her side? Would you at least consider it?"

Again he grew timid, unsure what to answer.

"I...Well, yes, perhaps...But that would take years before we would be certain it would be safe to go back. Who knows where Thorin would go. And if he is to finds that child..."

"I would not think you would keep a king from his heir." Elrond's eyes steered towards his friend who stood close, but was slouched and appearing uncertain. "There is an illness that strains in the blood of though crowned king of the mountain, you fear her son would share the same faith."

Gandalf steered a wounded stare to him. It was something he was certain of and something he didn't wish was mention. And a reason he had returned to her while pressing the idea to retreat. Though his main purpose was to maintain the safety of Bilbo ,he also not wish to see the illness take another she loved. It should not be something burden upon her, though many things were.

Thoughts had lowered his eyes, but once retrieved he lifted them back to Elrond only to find his eyes were shifted at the doorway. The constant focus invited paranoia. It was for Gandalf did see or hear the slight shuffle from the other side of the door.

"You will have enough time to find your answers," the elf chief finally said, removing his stare. "Will you be staying?"

"For now...yes," he said with a sharp nod.

"Then I will see to it your needs are fulfilled. I will inform if her condition changes." And he parted ways, leaving behind suspension and nothing more.

He glided across the hall like a ghost; unseen and unheard and it made Bilbo spring as he made his presences unknown. Now she was alert and much more fearful. She was summoned to her bed by him and was given orders not to leave it for her and her child's security. Save the season, there was nothing for her to view, no reason to roam around Rivendell like she had her current visit and therefore both Elrond and Gandalf assumed she would have remained resting.

Elrond wasn't upset though to find her on her feet.

He sympathized with her, actually. In all this despair and wonder, her being centralized around it, how could she spend her days lolling in bed, trying to find comfort that wasn't there.

"Shouldn't you be resting in your chamber?" he asked and she shuffled.

"Why...I...I needed to stretch my legs," she said, half - truthful but added a swift chortle and feeble smile. She was paranoid or at least she acted like she was, peering over her shoulders occasionally, trying to avoid eye contact only to have her behavior draw in his attention. "You...You knew I was listening, didn't you?"

Steadily his head nodded, as he produced only a 'mhmm' for an answer.

Now she couldn't conceal her frets. "Uh, you won't tell Gandalf, will you?"

"If that is what you wish," Elrond agreed, the pace of his words gradual and yet graceful, relieving Bilbo enough to remain grounded.

A silenced loomed lasting for several prolonged minutes, despite she had a question on the tip of her tongue. She tried to a find a way to execute it properly, to pace it correctly but found herself blurting it out. "Do you agree with him? Do...do you think I should lie." A heat flushed over her face as her eyes shifted towards her stomach. She would sacrifice all her dignity to say what she said next. "I...I have lost my home, my name, my respect, my son and the only person I have ever felt for...I cannot lose her. Or him. I know I cannot get any of it back, but at least if I can keep them, it might be worth it..."

Now Elrond was not timid, though his tone stayed low. "You do not have to listen to anyone but yourself. The choice on where you and your child lies in your hand. And what becomes of them." He set his hand upon her shoulder, not a squeeze or a pat, but it brought content. The words she desired but had not heard she could now indulge. And he wished to express her gratitude, thank him for being the first to treat her like a person. A pawn and an accessory she had been, so much she thought she was one.

Yet his hand descend from his shoulder and he shifted towards the door, leaving behind no trace of his existence.