Lotho sat back dully. He didn't have the strength to shiver. He didn't like to show or tell anyone of his unusual lack of strength. He was thin and light, hardly strong like the rest of the hobbits and brought up to be a businessman, not a farmer. He had used a lot of energy bringing Emerald over here and for what? The poor lass didn't look as if she was going to survive. Lotho secretly knew it in his heart, but didn't wish to voice his opinion. The last thing they needed was for more of these young 'uns to lose heart and even pass away themselves.
He looked at Daffodyl. She was a typical young hobbit; full of hope that Emerald would survive. He just managed to stop himself from snorting with derision and closed his eyes as fatigue swept over him. Waves of irresistible sleep broke over him and he drifted into a light sleep.
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