LinGalad felt a nudge at his elbow. "This Aman must be some writer if my mom is this impressed, " said a husky voice, and LinGalad looked down in surprise at the top of a curly head. "S'cuse me." The hobbit edged past LinGalad and sat beside him. LinGalad sighed, not really wanting company, but the young hobbit did not ask his permission. LinGalad felt more motion around his knees and was astonished to see four hobbit children push past. "Can't see." "Don't shove." "What's going on?" "Stand on the seats."
"Hey, Mister Elf, can I sit on your shoulders?" asked the smallest one.
"That's Maura. He doesn't weigh much. But be careful, he's little," warned the hobbit who was apparently in charge of the four little ones. LinGalad was about to object, but the hobbit toddler was climbing up his arm. Redfaced, LinGalad sputtered a little. He had previously been hoping to be joined by some other elves, but now he changed his mind and hoped that nobody would see him with these raucous hobbits.
"ARCHER! ARCHER! SHE'S OUR AMAN!" howled the five hobbit-boys, and LinGalad winced.
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