The room to which the brown-haired hobbit had led her had a large, springy bed that sunk down wonderfully when Laurie laid down. She did not even take the time to change from her soiled dress or turn the many quilts down to snuggle under; she only stretched out, gave one last yawn, and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
It was the chorus of birds singing enthusiastically outside Laurie's window that finally awoke her. She rolled over and had to think a moment about where she was, and all that had happened the night before. She had often traveled, but seldom had her travels been so busy with comings and goings of many strange people. It took quite a moment to sort it all out, but a rumbling stomach soon brought Laurie from her thoughts.
She changed quickly, slipping from her old dress to a new, clean one. It was white too, her favorite colour. And just as she was about to step over the threshhold, she noticed the prescence of a little envelope, most likely slipped under the door during the night. She wondered why in Middle-earth anyone would write to her, but as she read a large smile crept over her face and made her blue eyes sparkle.
Back down below, she saw the elf she had helped from the night before, a lady hobbit, and a male hobbit all sitting together. Near the fire, the hobbit who had collapsed (and whose name she had now learned to be Cami) and Pio were sitting in front of the hearth. Both had their eyes closed, perhaps they were sleeping, I had best not disturb them, thought Laurie. So she sat down in a chair nearby to wait, and in the meantime, she gazed around at the inn and the people within, quite curious now that weariness had left her.
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