Scarburg Meadhall

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Falco opened his mouth to give Thornden a sharp retort, but he had already started cantering away.

"Well how do you like that," Falco said aloud. "Daisy," he said with a pat to the pony's neck, "it seems I have returned not a moment too soon. There are things to be set aright, make no mistake! Let's go, girl!"

He kicked Daisy into a trot and continued on his way to Scarburg. Well, there was news, and that was saying something! Eodwine sick and off away in Minas Tirith! For just a brief moment Falco considered turning Daisy around and heading off to Minas Tirith, but he thought better of it. There was a second breakfast and a lunch to be had, and Frodides' kitchen had a good reputation.

But a new Eorl? What was wrong with Big People? Had they no thoughts in their heads for the consideration of traditions? "You don't just go changing things just because one little thing has gone wrong. Ask any good hobbit in the Shire and he'll tell you," he said to nobody in particular. "Well, we'll just have to show them the right way to do things. New Eorl! What a lot of ninnies!"