Arwen smiled as she looked up at Bilbo. It was wonderful to see him so young... so... normal. He seemed like an entirely different little Hobbit. Standing slowly, she let her skirts fall about her ankles.
"You must prepare yourself for the unknown, for what you are about to see will seem strange" she said softly. "But do not fret. You are safe" she said. She had an air of kindness. An air of sorrow and love about her. "Then shall we?" she asked, holding a hand out to the Hobbit.