I sat on my bed watching Elrond and Frodo. Neither realized that I was still awake. Being on the top bunk, I looked down at them, just watching.
Elrond reminded me of Gandalf in a lot of ways. Gandalf was quite powerful, with many useful little tricks up his sleeve. Gandalf was not always the most talkative person, but when he spoke, you listened. I had been told that Gandalf seldom showed his more powerful tricks and magic to us hobbits, and one always had the distinct impression that Gandalf always knew more than he told. I got the same impression from Elrond. While it was evident that he was powerful and wise, he knew so much more than he told.
Frodo´s hand had quite recovered under the elve´s medical care, and did not bother him now. Now we waited for Pippin and Merry to return from wherever they had gone, before we returned home to the shire. Elrond assured us that the few elves that remained would find them before they too left for the ships that would take them away across the see.
It was night now, and quite dark outside, except for a torch or two that still burned in its holder somewhere, shining a few meager rays of light into the room.
Frodo reached into his cloak, and pulled out the vial that Galadrial had given him, containing light from some star or other, or so she said. Frodo looked at Elrond, and by watching his face, I could tell that he was beginning to see all of these things that we had never been told about Elrond.