Astilwen laughed at the interaction between the Elf and her wolf cub. It reminded her a little of her youngest brother, whose food rarely even got as far as his mouth most days.
"We havn't even been properly introduced, what is your name young Hobbit lass?" asked the Elf.
"My name is Astilwen. It's a bit of a mouthful for a Hobbit I know but that's what you get when you have parents who are friends with Mayor Gamgee and his companions, they liked the foreign sounding names from the tales you see. What is your name?"
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“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
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