Holly took the remark from Bird good naturedly, or at least as good naturedly as a pint of good ale can encourage. And besides, it was no use trying to get one up on Bird in this matter, she had been brought back by a Ranger.
She listened to Gandalf's tale of the castle, its riches, and the gruesome beings which now inhabited it. He was a wonderful storyteller, knowing just when to draw out a pause for effect.
She had noticed, sitting at another table, a hobbit listening intently to each word. What interested her was that he didn't seem to over react to the descriptions of the grisly family, but seemed more focused on the parts of the story where the words 'treasure'and 'riches' came up.
'Interesting', she thought to herself, and filed the thought away as Olo brought over another set of full pints, and a glass of spiced wine for Bird.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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