Pio watched closely as the new REG secreted itself into Mithadan's pocket. It was a tempting little treasure, but she felt too worn out to devise a ploy to get it. 'Besides', she thought to herself, 'I need to do a little research on double encrypted password protection and instruction guided from only designated persons devices.'
She slid her hand into her own pocket, looking for her flask of miruvor. 'What's this ?' she said, feeling something cool and metallic touch her fingertips. Turning from the group gathered around Mithadan, she drew out the object. It was silver, and she cradled it easily in the palm of her hand. 'How interesting, I still have Mithadan's cell phone with internet access. This could prove very interesting, but later much later. I need some food and drink and a good long time relaxing with some friends.' She slid the phone back into her pocket and walked over to the group just catching the last of Mithadan's grinning admonishment of 'no more ransoms'.
Extending her hand she helped him to his feet and off went the group to the last standing tavern on the Field. The Flounder Inn, run by one Kettle of Fish, who had only a few dents to show for his adventures and no loss of finny friends.
Frodo and Samwise were there, & Gimli sat in a corner booth with yet another flagon in his fist.
'Drinks for all, good Kettle!' cried Pio ' & one for yourself, too!'
She stood on a table and raised her glass "Here's to good friends and great adventures! May there be many more!!'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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