Bethberry rose and ran to Orofacion. She took both his hands in hers and held them close, smiling up into a well-known and much-missed face.
It is has been too long, good friend, but I am overjoyed to see you were able to make a diversion in your travels. They both ducked a flying missile intended for the Perilous Poet and muttered something with a bit of bemused embarassment.
Well, 'tis like nothing of the more serious battles you and I and Gandalf have fought, but right now perhaps the release has a valuable function. It reminds us to be mirthful as we celebrate the success of strenuous effort. Perhaps Shall I attempt to find some wine for you or shall we simply sit here with Gandalf talking?
Bethberry looked around for the Word-thief, wondering if he would care to compose a dirge here under cover with them.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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