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‘Larien. That’s a lovely name. I’ve not heard it before.’
"Thank you." Larien murmered as Ginger poured a mug of cider. "Yours is very nice, too." Another Hobbitlass placed a plate on their table. Ginger passed it to Larien after taking one for herself. Larien smiled shyly and took one as well.
She listened quietly as Ginger asked her a few questions.
"I- I do no know if I will be staying. I though to visit The Shire before returning to...." Her voice trailed off and she smiled ruely. "Yes, I believe I will be staying. The Shire is a pleasant place, I belive I shall enjoy living among my own people for a while. What is this "Spring Faire" You talk about? Is it some kind of contest, perhaps for archery?"
Larien smiled and felt the tension she was feeling begin to fade as she relaxed and decided that Ginger was a fine young Hobbitlass. Perhaps I have made my first friend here. She thought.
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Oh look! It's a Blog!! What's it do? *Pushes button* *Hammer zings out* *SPLAT!* *Flat Hobbit* Oh! So that's what it does! *Moan*
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