It looked wonderful. Lotho regarded the sparkling knife, sighing satisfactedly. He had done a good job polishing it up. If Lotho was good at one thing, it was massaging his ego.
He neatly put the knife in its strong sheath and left his room, making his way down the hall. There were many dancing hobbits and a strong strain of flute music.
Now where was Daisy? Aha. Lotho slipped into between the dancing hobbits and approached her.
"Happy birthday, miss," he said. "I've got a present here- I'm afraid its nothing pretty, but it will be very useful." He held out the sheath, and Daisy took. Her eyes widened as she took the knife out.
"Its so light," she said wonderingly.
"Its not an Elvish blade, but you'll find it easy to handle, I hope." He bowed a little. "I'll leave you to carry on dancing now, miss." He retreated, feeling surprised at himself.
"Thank you!" Daisy called after him. Lotho nodded, and stood in his corner, watching the fun.
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