"Keep talking with the Elves, Nurumaiel," the man whispered in the maid's ear. "I think I see an old friend over there." As he moved away Nurumaiel continued talking with Fin.
The man walked to a table where two young hobbit lasses were sitting and talking together about their families.
"Hello, Miss Brandybuck," the man said, sitting down next to Robin.
Robin looked up and studied the man carefully, not recognizing him. He was tall with light hair; therefore he must be from Rohan. Suddenly she recognized him.
"Firramer!" she cried, throwing her arms around him. He laughed and patted her back.
"Autumn," Robin said, her face beaming. "This is Firramer from Rohan. He's a great friend of mine. And Firramer, this is Autumn Gamwich."
"I'm very pleased to meet you," Firramer said, smiling at the hobbit lass. She smiled back, somewhat nervously. After all, she wasn't used to talking to one of the Big Folk from Rohan.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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