Fáinu glanced over at the Hobbits that had been looking at them. He shook his head and frowned.
"I think, perhaps, they see in me the face of my Brother." he said "He used to come here with Gandalf the grey. Although the last time he came was in 2941 of the third age. That, I am told is when the infamous Bilbo Baggins was sent on his perilous quest. Perhaps they see me as suspicious, and a causer of trouble."
Fáinu looked again at the Hobbits, one peered back at him and scowled. Another got up and left the inn muttering something, Fáinu looked down at the floor and then to the fire. However, he swiftly he withdrew his glance from it.
"Dragons," he muttered under his breath, almost scoffing, "hate them."
Adu looked intently at him when he said this, but said nought. Fáinu glanced up at here and smiled. A Hobbit came and retired the now whistling kettle and went into the kitchen shouting abuse at another.
"Pleasant creatures," said Fáinu as the Hobbit dashed into the kitchen, "Who knew they had such colourful tongs?" he smiled and then looked at his right hand, the bandage was rotten and filthy, it needed changing, but he dared not for fear that the scars he bore under it would bring back unpleasant memories.
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