Amorthia was fascinated by the halflings. She had never seen any race but men, and the short little people fascinated her. Her mother had called them "quarterlings".
This memory jarred Amorthia slightly, but she composed herself, remembering that there was a purpose in visiting the Shire, and it was not homesickness. Amorthia put aside the thoughts of Gondor for a time.
Running her hands through her muddy, red-brown hair, Amorthia's grey eyes watched the commings and goings of the inn. She hoped someone would recognize her, for she was said to look much like her father.
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