The little hobbit attempted to lean on a tree, but missed the tree completely. She cleared her throat. "No, I can't say that I have. You're the first elf I've seen all day..." She paused, then added. "Kalina was it? And you're Legolas' daughter? I'm Vevila Baggins, but my friends call me Spark...." She winced, cursing herself for sharing her embarrassing childhood nickname. "My father was Frodo Baggins. He and your father were good friends." Vevila sheathed her sword, clicking it into place. She had forgotten she had it out. "Would you like a ride? I've got a cart, you can sit in front with me if you'd like. I'm headed toward Rivendell, maybe you're family will be somewhere around there...?" Her voice trailed off. She was beating herself up internally. She had no idea why she was offering up all this information to a complete stranger.