Rowenrim was traveling through the White Downs when she came across Gildor and his company. She was a rouge elf, with no real home or real knowledge of her origins. She occasionally stayed with other elves and in exchange for their hospitality she shared her stories of her adventures in living alone. This usually kept her there for a month until she felt that she was imposing on them and left. This was how she knew Gildor. When she caught sight of them it was deep into the night and they were making camp. She announced herself by saying, "Hail Gildor! It is I, Rowenrim Ivyleaf, the rouge."
Her call was answered by Gildor saying, "Hail Rowenrim! Come join us my friend. We were just setting up camp." She sat next to him and they talked for a long time and drank mead by the fire. It was near dawn when Gildor told of the three hobbits and one of them was carrying great evil. "We came across them near Woodhall last night. They said that a man on a black horse was pursuing them. This caused our concern so we spent most of the night with them." Rowenrim thought on this for a while.
She poured herself another cup of mead. It's heady sweetness was coursing though her. She said with a slight slur, "I must see this Elf Friend who speaks our tongue. Do you know their destination?" Gildor looked at her and laughed.
"My friend! You have had too much mead!" he said with laughter in his voice, but seeing she was serious sobered him. He then said, "He is meeting Gandalf in Bree. A bit before then, he will be stopping in Buckland, a place east of Hobbiton, in the Shire." He stopped when he saw Rowenrim standing then he said in a hurry, "My friend, please don't pursue this. There are dark times coming. Come with us to Valinor. It is wonderful there. You will like it."
Rowenrim turned to face Gildor and sighed, "It is not my time. There are still things on Middle Earth that needs to be done." She walked out of their camp and started towards east. She was only a few yards away when someone put reins in her hand. She turned around to see Gildor. She started to refuse but he insisted.
"One of our party, fell behind. You need him more than us if you are to catch up with them."
"Thank you for such hospitality, my friend," she said as mounted the white stallion. She looked back at him before she rode off and said, "Fair winds, Gildor." She rode hard through the night and past dawn.
Rowenrim had not slept in days and the hard ride had worn her out, but she had to keep going. She didn't know what was driving her. By seven o' clock she was in Buckland and exhausted.
She woke up on a feather mattress later that day not knowing how she got there. She groaned and asked herself, "How'd I get here. Where am I?"
"You're in Buckland. Bamfurlong to be exact. It's not everyday we get Big Folk passing through here, even less elves passing out on our door step. What's your name?" a female voice asked. Rowenrim looked towards the voice to see a tiny, rather fat woman carrying a plate of steaming food.
"My name is Rowenrim. You're a hobbit aren't you?" she answered.
"That I am Miss Rowenrim. I made this for you. You must be hungry, but it's not what you're used to I'm sure. It's all we got though. I'm Mrs. Maggot by the way and this is my husband, Mr. Maggot," said the female hobbit while placing the plate beside Rowenrim.
"You're a far cry away from where your kind, stay. Why are you wandering around here?" Mr. Maggot asked in suspicion. He whistled and three monstrous black dogs came at his side. He said while petting them, "Grip, Fang and Wolf found you in the field near our house. It was mighty hard getting you on that bed you're lying on."
"I am grateful for your kindness, good farmer, but I was riding a horse, a white stallion, have you seen him?" she asked taking a piece of bread and eating it. It was a bit stale and stiff but she ate with gratitude.
"Why I never saw horse today. He must've run off," said Mrs. Maggot.
Rowenrim was a bit crestfallen at that. Gildor had given her that horse and she lost it on the first night. Then she remembered that Mr. Maggot had asked her about her business here so she said, "I'm searching for a hobbit by the name of Frodo Baggins. He has two companions with him and is supposed to be passing through here. Have you seen him? It's very important I speak with him."
"I haven't seen Mr. Baggins in decades. Not since he was a little rascal that was living in Brandy Hall. What's your business with him?" Mr. Maggot answered with suspicion. He squinted his eyes at her as she took a bite out of a carrot. His dogs circled around her, sniffing and eyeing her as if they were doing a close examination. This made Rowenrim very unwanted.
"Excuse me sir, I must leave immediately. Obviously you do not know of his whereabouts. I thank you graciously for the meal Mrs. Maggot. Fare well little hobbits," she said in a hurry as she left the cramped cottage. 'If all hobbits are like this,' she thought, 'then I don't believe I would like to find loggings here.' She ran a hand through her long hair and sighed.