Upon The Path Of Shadow And Light [Caranthiel]
"Not Humans, at least not what I at first believed could be Humans.", Caranthiel goes on with his story. "They were Little People. Fair in hair and face like we, but so much shorter. I would say roughly half the size of a Man. Not Elf, not Man, not Dwarf. They were something completely different. I thought my eyes must be playing tricks on me. I have so longed to see Elven children again. But these were no children. I saw them laboring in a field. They worked with such skill planting their seeds that they couldn't be children.
"I didn't want to startle them so I just watched for a while in secret. And they went on working. They didn't seem to mind the drudgery. In fact, I heard them sing from time to time. They seemed to like it; the work and the singing. On the face of it, I would say it was quite a boring encounter. And yet it was so fascinating because I have never seen another being like them.
"So I went back onto my path through Chetwood to make to Bree. You know, normally I avoid that town of Men. They're too welcoming of Dwarves, you know, so long as those Dwarves have goods to trade or coin the spend. I heard there were little people living underneath the Bree-Hill. I presumed they were Dwarves. But I needed information and the Bree Men are so open to all people traveling through their crossroads. I had to ask about these Little People. And they called them 'Halflings' and showed me some who lived beneath the Bree-Hill. Quite a queer little folk. I'm not sure why I had never heard of them before. And I asked them that. And you know what they told me? That it's not surprising because they are such an unremarkable folk. The humility! It was astounding! Why would such a race go unremarked if not for their great humility? Then they told me that they prefer to call themselves 'Hobbits' if that helped any in my recollections. It didn't.
"Oh, but you wanted to know if they would make friend or foe, didn't you, Nidhiel? I'm not sure. If I were to take the safe bet, I would say neither. The optimist in me says friend. But how valuable a friend I cannot say. Although events of last year now tell me they show great promise. That Bilbo Baggins who infiltrated our Woodland Halls was one of them. It seems the Little Folk have a means of not being seen when they do not want to be. It's like their skin is woven from the same fabric as our Elven Cloaks. They could make good scouts, better even than the Rangers."