Without hesitating, Elwing answered, "The Shire." Amazed at herself, for lying was her bad habit and she had told the truth, she smiled, and continued on. "I was tired of my old life, so I packed up my pony and went on a journey. What is your name, may I ask? I am Elwing."
"I am Avery. 'Elwing'...it sounds strange. Is it not Elvish?" inquired Avery. Elwing swallowed hard and forced herself to control her emotions. Already an ache was growing in her heart. Why did this always have to happen? Someone just had to mention Elves or Elvish or Elven, and she nearly burst into tears every time. Opening her eyes wide, she answered, "Yes, it is Elvish. It means 'Star-spray'. My pony's name is Gil-collo, which is 'Star-cloak'."
"Ah..." said Avery. They both took a moment to drink some of their brew, and then they turned to chatting again. Elwing took her chance and asked, "Now it is my turn. Where do you hail from, Avery?"
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"There's a big...machine in the sky...some kind of electric snake...coming straight at us."
"Shoot it," said my attorney.
"Not yet...I want to study its habits."
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