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Éomeléo stood there smiling. He was happy for the Dwarf, who looked quite overwhelmed. Who knows what he will do with the riches the man thought. What prospects for his life, his family's, his people's? There would be so much to do, and such adventure to be had.
Éomeléo walked up to Thin-Gloomy, shook his hand and congratulated him on his success. Walking back to where he was, he finally made eye-contact with Valesseka, who was sort of staring at him and shifting her feet uncomfortably. The effect rubbed off on the Gondorian. Blinking nervously, he pondered the words of Eoln.
"Perhaps even love..." Love? Could that mean....
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