The Two Big Rohirrim
"Ayeth? Is that your name, lass?" asked one of the two big men at the girl's table. "What be you a doing out alone?"
The girl chewed and swallowed her mouthful before answering in a quiet voice. "My pa bade me go and break my fast with a meal cooked by other hands."
"Ah, is that the way of it?" Said the second one. "And who's your pa?"
"I am sorry, sirs," she said meekly, "but may I know your names?"
"Harreld, you lout," said the first man. "You don't go asking about others' folks before you give your own name."
"I haven't heard you give yours yet, Garreth!"
Garreth turned to the girl. "Well, there you have it, lass. I am called Garreth, and this here is Harreld. We are brothers and we are smiths here in town. Perhaps you've heard of us?" Ayeth shook her head, and noticed for the first time that they were a rather burnished pair of men. "No? Ah well, no matter. So who's your pa?"
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