Yanithë watched Gromfelt go. She lingered, his hat in her hand. Smiling to herself, she cut out a small piece of cloth from the bottom of her cloak, and put it and the hat in a pouch on her belt. She thought that perhaps, in a small way, she had proved herself.
She stared at this hobbit. It was just so odd to see so many people shorter than herself. But she would not dare tell them that, for fear of offending them.
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