Waen turned and looked at the small Hobbit woman "and what may I ask are you?I see he is an Elf and there are many men here, but I have never seen one of your kind till I came here."
The bird on her shoulder gave her a slight nip on the ear."Kit does not like it when I talk harshly,Please excuse me."
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The red rose whispers of passion/And the white rose breathes of love/O,the red rose is a falcon/And the white rose is a dove/
But I send you a cream-white rosebud/With a flush on it's petal tips/For the love that is purest and sweet/Has a kiss of desire on the lips/
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