Falco
"Whoa now! Don't hug me so tight you knock my breakfast about!" He put down his spoon, turned, and pulled Léoðern up to his lap. "How's my big girl?"
He got back a big smile, but her attention quickly wandered to his plate of food. "Now now, only Hobbits needs second breakfasts, my little one!" Falco could say 'little one' in regard to the young lady because she was one of the few Big People actually of smaller size than he.
Léoðern tried to pout but couldn't keep the grin off her face.
"As to why I'm back," Falco turned to Saeryn, "to see all of you! And that gave me an excuse to go a-wandering. Now, I heard Eodwine was sick and at Minas Tirith. What's all that about?"
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