A/N: This one is mostly filler, largely an overview of how people are spending some of their free time at Rivendell. Also, I love libraries.
After being horribly embarrassed by the dwarves at dinner, Bilbo resolved to spend as little time with them as possible while they were in Rivendell. The elves had been so kind to them, and Rivendell was so wonderful that Bilbo didn't feel guilty at all. Still, the dwarves seemed to view it as a betrayal of sort and glared at him whenever they saw him. Bilbo took to spending most of his time in places he knew would be absent of dwarves, such as the library.
Bilbo fell in love with Rivendell's library as soon as he stepped foot into it, although not for the beautiful, sweeping architecture or the magnificent artwork that adorned the walls. While he did appreciate those things when he first saw them, Bilbo barely even noticed them once he saw the books. The sheer volume of them alone was enough to make him want to weep with joy, for there were more books in the library than he would have been able to read in his entire life. However, the subjects of the books were wide and varied, and they were well organized as well. Books on the history of the First Age were shelved next to the history of the Second Age, which itself was next to the incomplete history of the Third Age. There was a whole shelf of books dedicated to plant lore, and another just for gemstones. Bilbo had a brief thought that the dwarves might have been able to find something they wanted to read before his attention was caught by the poetry section. Spanning three whole shelves, the poetry section had a wide selection in every language Bilbo knew and many he didn't. It was the closest thing to perfection Bilbo had ever seen.
After a great amount of deliberation, Bilbo pulled a book full of poetry written by Silvan elves off the shelf and curled up on the nearest armchair to read. Many of the poems were about nature, especially trees, and he found them to be very entertaining.
A number of days later, he was about half-way through the third volume, in the middle of a poem about the song of oak trees, when he heard someone whispering nearby. Normally, he would have dismissed it because this was a library, but the whisperers weren't talking about books. Instead, they seemed to be having a furtive discussion about Lady Ahsoka.
"You cannot actually believe that she comes from the stars," one of them whispered furiously.
"But what reason could she have to lie?" the other asked.
"Perhaps she is working with the Shadow," the first suggested.
"Gandalf and Lord Elrond both trust her," the other elf argued.
Bilbo couldn't listen to these elves argue about Lady Ahsoka any longer. He set down his book and, pushing himself to his feet, marched over to them.
"Pardon me," he interrupted. "But I couldn't help but overhear your conversation concerning Lady Ahsoka. Now, I may be completely out of mind, but I am of the opinion that if you are so conflicted about her origins, then you should simply ask her yourself rather than spreading rumors or misinformation."
The second elf to speak narrowed her eyes at Bilbo. "Maybe if she didn't spend almost all of her time associating with the wargs or the dwarves, we would."
The first elf frowned at his friend. "Actually, Master Baggins, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Would you like to accompany me to visit Lady Ahsoka?"
Bilbo smiled. "That would be lovely, Master?"
"Apologies," the elf said with a bow. "My names is Ruscon, and my companion's name is Faeleth. Come, I will show you to where Lady Ahsoka has been known to frequent. I cannot stay, however, because I must return to the kitchens to begin preparations for dinner."
With one last frosty look at Faeleth, Bilbo followed Ruscon out of the library and into the fields outside of Imladris, asking him the occasional question about what was involved in cooking and baking in Rivendell's kitchens.
Outside, the sun was shining, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. The fields were filled with sweetgrass and wildflowers, which rustled pleasantly in a gentle breeze. On top of that, there was an inviting air to it, as if it was the perfect place for a person to have a picnic, or simply lay back in the grass and marvel at the world. All in all, it was one of the most beautiful fields Bilbo had ever experienced, and the Shire was known for its verdant fields.
The wargs were lying in a loose huddle, with the smallest of them lying across Ahsoka's lap. Lady Arwen was sitting next to Ahsoka, but facing away from her, with Leia in her lap. Ahsoka was playing with Arwen's hair and laughing at something she had said. To Bilbo's surprise, there were also a few dwarves present, sitting among the wargs.
"It was good to meet you, Master Baggins," Ruscon said with a slight nod of his head. "But I'm afraid I must leave you now if I'm to make it back on time."
Bilbo smiled at his escort and nodded back. "I understand. Thank you for your help; it was much appreciated."
"Bilbo, good to see you, lad," Bofur called out before either Bilbo or Ruscon could say anything else. "It's about time you showed up. We were beginning to think the elves had stolen you away."
Bilbo frowned. "I wasn't even aware that this was going on, nor that I was invited."
Bofur's mustache quivered as he too frowned. "Huh. Fili, weren't you the one who was supposed to invite Bilbo out here with us?"
"Nope," Fili replied from where he was warily eyeing a warg. "That was Ori's job."
Ori looked up from where he was sketching another warg into his journal. "No, Fili, it was definitely your job."
Bofur flapped a hand at Fili and Ori. "Sorry about them, Bilbo. You're always welcome to spend time with me."
"What have you been doing out here?" Bilbo asked as he gingerly sat down beside Bofur.
"We've been going hunting, getting something to eat that isn't green, and Ahsoka's been helping us," Bofur explained. "Well, her and the wargs. Plus, Ahsoka tells amazing stories."
"Oh?" Bilbo asked, his interest piqued. "Do they have anything to do with travel beyond the stars?"
"Among other things. How'd you know?" Bofur asked.
"The elf who brought me out here was arguing with another elf on whether or not her tales could possibly be true. The other elf seemed to think she might have been working for dark forces," Bilbo said.
Bofur laughed outright at that explanation, clutching at his stomach. If he hadn't already been sitting down, Bilbo was sure Bofur would have doubled over.
"Hello, Bilbo, nice to see you. What's so funny, Bofur?" the subject of their conversation asked, coming over and sitting next to them.
"Some stuck-up leaf-eaters thinking you might be evil," Bofur explained between chuckles.
Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "At least it's not murder and treason this time."
"What?" Bilbo asked, his eyes wide.
"I second that," Bofur said. "Once you explain planets and starships to Bilbo, you need to share the story behind that."
Ahsoka easily acquiesced and settled in for a long explanation of the world beyond Middle-Earth. The next several hours of Bilbo's life severely altered his perception of the world, and from then on he was never able to look at the night sky in the same light again.