Everyone had made presents for that little hobbit, Daisy. After all the group had been through, Lotho could not help but feel rather attached to the younger hobbits (here, he berated himself for this) and felt he had to give her a birthday gift.
But what? Lotho was no good at making things like Carl. He was only good at selling things. As he thought, an idea came to him. He delved into the tiny wooden box he had brought with him and after a few minutes of searching, brought out a fine, thin but slightly blunt dagger which was too light for him to use. This would be useful, if not somewhat unconventional. If this was going to be Daisy's present, he would have have to get down to the work straight away and sharpen the dagger. He sat quietly in a corner, working intently.
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