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‘Are you coming, Tindo?’ Telu knocked softly at her brother’s door. Her question, repeated once again was met with silence. ‘Stay angry, then,’ she said. And gave as a parting shot, ‘Stuffed shirt!!’ If I’m to be packed off to the Havens tomorrow, then I will at least enjoy myself tonight.
She started for the stairs at a quick pace, wanting to put as much physical distance as she could manage beween herself and Tindo. Why must he be so cautious, so conventional! Telu pause for a moment, catching her breath, giving her angry red cheeks time to recede to a fairer color.
Telu tucked a strand of long dark hair behind her ear and adjusted the slender silver fillet that sat high on her brow. It bore a small light green stone that sparkled merrily as the light caught it. She smoothed the skirt of her leaf green dress. Caught in the moment, she twirled, pleased how the skirt swirled easily with her movements and how the sheer material of her long sleeves fluttered as she moved.
The common room was nearly empty as she crossed it. A few old codgers sat huddled near the fire with their ales, but most of the patrons were heading out the door to the inn’s front yard. Telu joined the crowd and found herself in the midst of a number of Hobbits spilling out onto the lawn.
Everything looked so pretty! And there, to her left, a young man Hobbit was singing a lovely song.
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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