Hilde left the Halls of Anor for her walk and ironically felt like a mole emerging from underground into the bright morning sun. She saw the assorted members of the press and security guards having their doughnuts and coffee while sitting around a small fire warming themselves in the chill air. A little further down, near the main road she winked at a knot of hobbits huddled together in the cold, [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] their placards set aside until their hands were warmer.
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