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“Ah, Alaklondewen!” Hilde said rushing quickly toward her friend. And throwing her arms about her, she ushered her in to the middle of the group. “It seems forever since I've last seen you! How's the family coming along? Why, that sweet angel of yours must be as tall as me now!”
Alaklondewen, laughed and shook her head, as she removed her cloak laying it across an empty table, “Not yet, Hilde. Not yet.”
“Well, I'd give it another month or two at the most then,” the hobbit said with a wink. Then putting her hands on her hips, she surveyed the group assembled, counting aloud as she went. “Now to set about those potatoes, since kindling won't be a problem, I figures all we need now is some good stout wood and a apron full of potatoes. But all we've got are these here empty boxes, and a right crew of guests. And I knows for certain they can't eat their rep points for supper now can they, delightful as they might be.” Then raising her voice the hobbit stepped up on a bench and added, “But glorious day, I'd heartily approve of anybody that would could come up with any wood or potatoes for us, be they scoundrel or scholar.”
“Well, while we wait to see if anyone thought to fill their pockets with potatoes, or if the Barrow-wight has a few tucked away in his barrow, perhaps we should begin to gather the kindling.“ Alaklondewen suggested.
“So right you are. And merry fire at night is a cheerful thing... even if it is on an empty stomach!”
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