I could feel my face pale at the hobbit's words. The Barrow-wight was awake...why could I not have arrived earlier when he still slumbered? I glanced nervously around and saw a juggler in the distance. Jugglers were so clever.
I tore my eyes away from him and stared at my mathom. It was a large, oval white, ornate plate. Green painted hills in the distance were rolling across the surface, a river flowed between them and neared the bottom edge of the plate. The plate was part of a two-plate set, but the second one had rippled edges: a bit feminine for a wight I thought.
I set the plate down quickly and turned to the hobbit lass. "I am glad you like my dress," I said. "But tell me, what is your name?"
"Primrose," she said, dropping a curtesy.
I smiled and said, "Imladris...pleased to meet you."
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