Falco Boffin
Falco trotted up the road and rounded a corner just in time to see a whole troop of these oversized Eorlingas galloping straight towards him. He coaxed his mount to the side of the road and put his cloak over his nose to protect himself from the coming dust cloud. Who were these folk? He saw a lot of strangers. He got a number of suprised glances his way, no doubt these folk had not seen proper Hobbits in some time if ever in their darkened lives far away from proper civilization.
"Surely they did not jest back at the White Horse," Falco said aloud to himself. "These folk seem a lot of strangers. Hold! Is that not Thornden? And in the back, Léof! Surely! Hey! Haloo! Léof, you silly ostler! Ack! All this dust!"
The troop rode past. Falco turned his mount. "Come on Daisy." They did not seem about to stop. Or had one of them turned back to look?
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