Finrod
Finrod leaned back in the chair again and stared into the fireplace. He did almost fell asleep. The Shire is great, he thought and smiled for himself. He then rose up and walked to the bar and ordered an ale. He sat down at a barchair by the counter and waited for the ale. As he waited he saw a hobbit sitting beside him, he seemed drunk. The hobbit looked at him smiled. Finrod smiled back and looked at the hobbit as he were trying to get down from the chair. He got his ale and he started to sip it slowly.
The ale in The Shire are really tasty, he thought. He started to feel more lonely, and he hated the lonely feeling. He tapped his fingers at the counter and started to daydream about Eryn Lasgalen. He did that for nearly ten minutes, then he finished his ale and went back to the Common Room. He sat down in the same chair in front of the fireplace and yawned. He tried to find someone to talk to.
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