[Aradaewen]

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Pippin watched Ardo make his introductions at the Goodbody's door. Smiling, he walked away and knocked at the door next to it, second in a row of four or five. There were no discordant arguements before the door opened, only a faint, "Just a minute!" When the door swung open, Pippin was confronted with a young hobbit-lass about his own age. (if he knew how old he was) She smiled, a trifle confused, and asked politely, "May I help you, sir?" Pippin found his voice with difficulty and said, "Yes'm, I'm Pippin, one of the Messengers of the Shire. Have you heard of it?"

When she shook her head, he continued. "We are sending out representatives into the surrounding country-side to advertise our Shire to the hobbits that might need a safe and prosperous place to live. There is plenty of room, and we welcome all. Are you interested, miss?" he finished, tentatively. She looked at him, consideringly. "I might," she said slowly, and Pippin's heart leaped- "but I need to ask my father. Would you like to come in?" Pippin's spirits slipped a bit, but he nodded and followed her in the door, which gently closed behind him.