Bilbo put down his pen with a sigh of frustration. He needed the genealogies of the First Age, but the book was on one of the higher shelves, out of reach unless he climbed one of the library's sets of steps or asked someone to give him a hand. None of the Elves working in the library were in sight though, and the steps were heavy.
I should remember to keep it with the other books I use instead of clearing it away every time.
Likely preparations for welcoming the Lady Arwen home kept everybody occupied, and Bilbo himself looked forward to finally seeing the lady who had so enchanted the Dúnadan. He wondered whether Aragorn realised, but when his friend had told him about her some years ago, not just his eyes, but his whole face shone. Quite a change in one who at times seems the dourest of men. That made it all the more a pity that the Dúnadan wasn't here; he had gone off again in search of Gollum almost two months ago, only stopping by Rivendell to ask Bilbo to tell him yet again everything he remembered about the horrid creature.
After another look around to see if there was anyone he could ask for help with the steps, Bilbo got up to half-lift, half-drag the steps to where he wanted them.
He had only just started when an unfamiliar voice spoke and a long, slender hand reached to easily lift the steps off the ground. "Let me give you a hand. Where should it go?"
"Over there," Bilbo replied, "But I'm fine, honestly…" Elves! They should have bells on, so they can't sneak up on an old hobbit!
"Nonsense," the other interrupted him, cheerfully brushing over his objections. "Those steps aren't heavy. Now, where?"
"The First Age reference works," Bilbo gave in. He had caught a glimpse of the ring his 'assistant' wore and had more than a suspicion of who was helping him.
"Oh, what were you looking for?" she asked as she quickly climbed up the ladder, and Bilbo realised she couldn't have been back all that long, since she was still dressed in riding attire.
"The Genealogies," he replied.
A triumphant "Ah, there!" and she jumped down lightly, book in hand. "You must be Bilbo Baggins," she added.
"And you the Lady Arwen," Bilbo replied with a blush and a bow.
Quadrabble, written for Aruthir and Imhiriel's birthday requests, January 2014.
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