Sitting up with a jerk, Hiri said, "My people? Well, I don't really know where to begin." She mused for a moment over her ale, and looked around at the various patrons in the 'Dragon. "My people..." she said again. "I do not know much about the doings of hobbits in the Shire, but I do know a bit about Bree."
Astarielle nodded, and sipped her ale again. Hiri put her mug down on the counter, and began.
"In Bree, things are about what they have always been. Life goes on, the comings and goings of various peoples, life. It is more crowded than the Shire, which is what prompted our families move here. Mother was always one for peace." She picked up her mug, and took another sip.
"Yes, you mentioned that was why you moved here," prompted Astarielle. "I passed through there on my way here, stopping at the Prancing Pony."
"Ah, the Prancing Pony," sighed Hiri. "I spent much time there, with my friends. I don't know anyone here but you." Glancing over the room, with the merry crackling fire, she wondered if she would ever feel at home here.
Astarielle, sensing some of her new friends feelings, said, "I am sure, that in time, you will come to call this place home." Hiri, feeling assured, smiled at Astarielle. "Yes, I am sure that I will eventually. Noticing that Astairelle's mug was empty, she inquired, "More ale? It's on me."
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