Bethberry watched as the uncommunicative elves walked by, entered the stable, and then rode off, oblivious to the three companions sitting outside the Inn. Then she turned her attention back to Gandalf and Birdie as they vied for riddle champion. Finally, sadly, she rose.
My work calls and so I cannot wait for the outcome for my chance to answer. It appears I would have to wait too long! And would be hard put to contribute more than what either of you keeners can do! My felicitations!
Bethberry gave a short curtsy and then returned to her room, spending the afternoon pounding and grinding, cutting and sorting, pressing and wrapping. With some foreboding she realized that these preparations would probably not be for trade, but for more immediate use among her companions, should they travel on in aid of the Rangers and Gandalf's pursuit. The Shire was becoming more hazardous than the Old Forest.
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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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