Thoughtless, vain, and feckless, they were seen, but not by anyone they would have suspected.
From high above two yellow eyes watched the strange creatures billow about. "They must both be wearing long, large cloaks," thought the falcon. The bodies seemed to sway in and out of the tree branches. Noiselessly, the falcon swooped down, staying hidden behind trees. He marked them well, even down to the tenor of the concern in their eyes, before they retreated once again into the grassy hill of the Anduin. One was blue-eyed; the other, hazel, with a more delicate bearing.
Swiftly the bird flew back to the Star, but he hesitated on the window sill, not wishing to make a sudden appearance and alert all. Soon, he would be noticed.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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