Aietmen hesitated at the door of the Inn, wondering if it was really such a good idea to be seen here. If the innkeeper truly did think he was a thief, she might not be too keen on having him stay in her inn. Still, he needed a room, and by now she would have forgotten all about the incident in the stable. I hope so.
In any case, he had smiled his way through much tougher situations. The innkeeper...what was her name? Am...Aman? Aman didn't seem like the sort of person to turn a poor orphan hobbit away. Aietman began to whistle snatches of a tune he had composed on the road as he pushed open the door. Things were working out just fine!
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I yessessė Eru ontanė Menel ar Cemen. Genesis 1:1
Sign my lighter, Meela?
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