[Child of the 7th Age]

Child nodded her head in agreement with Frodo. "I have never felt this way before, and I'm finding it very upsetting. I keep thumbing through your guidebook to the Blessed Lands and looking at the pictures of Tirion and Valimar and Avallone. They look so beautiful. I keep imagining myself living in one of those cities in my own house, or maybe with Pio or Veritas. I've heard they have wonderful, big libraries and I would love to sit down and study those old books."

Child continued, "Of course, the whole thing is ridiculous. Most of my brain says I'm a hobbit and I don't really belong there. But a tiny voice in my head is whispering something quite different. To tell the truth, I'm feeling desperately confused."

Child sighed, and looked at Frodo, who truthfully looked even less happy and certain than she did.

"Oh, you asked about the room assignments? I think since you and Sam were both ill, Cirdan assigned you to separate rooms since Sam was in no shape to do anything except lay on the floor and groan or laugh. Plus, Cirdan said Legolas could help tend to your nursing if that was required. And I also wouldn't be surprised if he assigned you with Legolas, so you could help defend him against the invading hoards of female Elves."

"If you're feeling a bit better and would prefer your own place or to bunk with the Gamgees, I'm sure Cirdan would be happy to arrage whatever you want. He certainly seems very positive about both you and Samwise and I know he'd do anything to please you that he can. And at least Sam has stopped roaring with laughter so you'd be able to get some sleep there."