Nobody ever noticed a young hobbit girl seated in the corner, silently playing with the golden ridges of her cloak. She had never been here before, and the strange conversations puzzled her. And still, nobody seemed to realize she existed.
Had someone looked at her, they would have realized that she did not look like the normal Hobbiton sort. She looked more like a Brandybuck, or a Took...the golden ridges spoke for that. Her golden eyes, with brandy-brown flecks in them, looked anxiously around her.
Maybe she should speak to someone - no, not yet. She'd wait until someone noticed her. No one knew her name...yet.
[ January 25, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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