34) A Book
Quill in hand Bilbo bit his lip as he considered the words before him on the cream colored parchment. He growled in annoyance and with a violent sweep of his writing instrument crossed out a single word here an entire sentence there.
There was a soft knock at the door and the old hobbit debated on sending whoever it was away but thought better of it when he scowled at the black ink on the page and decided a break would be well deserved.
"Come in then." He called and the door swung open gracefully on its hinges, revealing a dark-haired ellon- one of the twin sons of Elrond- Elrohir? Bilbo thought. Now was he the younger or the older of the two?
The elf crossed the room even as he spoke. "I was sent to find you. No one remembers seeing you at dinner the paranoia of my father knows no bounds he was concerned you had wandered off and gotten yourself into trouble."
"My days of wandering and getting into trouble are over and your father knows that."
"Still he has concern for you. I think he would rather you got into trouble for once, keep him on edge it's good for him and I dare say it would be good for you, you hardly leave this room of yours anymore it seems."
"I've been busy!" Bilbo replied somewhat more snappishly then he'd meant.
Thankfully the young elf lord did not seem offended. "With your book?" Elrohir inquired, coming to stand over the hobbit's shoulder. "I thought you said it was finished."
"My part of it is yes, I am trying to write Frodo's half." Bilbo turned again to face the pages.
"May I?" Elrohir asked, looking at the pages and Bilbo picked up the book without closing it so as not to smear the still drying ink.
Elrohir took the book in his hands and sat down on the edge of the bed. His gray eyes thoughtfully scanning the page. He lifted his head after a moment, one eyebrow rasied in a guseture that reminded Bilbo of the elf's father.
"Why do you mar the page?"
Bilbo suddenly became embarrassed that he'd scribbled out so much. "The ending is not coming out right," he grumbled. Elrohir could not keep a bit of a laugh from his voice. "No wonder you are so stuck, you are trying to write what has not happened yet."
"Your people seem to be gifted with knowing what has not happened yet, I see know reason why you should laugh."
"The gifts of foresight that are bestowed upon my father and the Lady Galadriel are not as helpful as you are lead to believe. They see the future yes, but they see many possibilities of what might happen of any countless number of events. Some more probable than others, it really comes down to a matter of judgement, not even my father or the Lady of Light could tell you with complete certainty how the Quest to Mount Doom will end."
"I just want it to be a happy ending." Bilbo sighed.
Elrohir's gray eyes lightened until they were almost the color of silver. "Do not we all wish for good to triumph over evil?"
The reason I called Elrohir a lord is because he is the son of Lord Elrond and the son of a Lord is also called a Lord. Just in case you were confused at all.