'Elanor, is it not?' said Pio, looking down at the sleep rumpled Hobbit. 'Rooms we have - very nice ones.' She looked the lass over. 'And how will you be paying for this needed room, Miss?'
Elanor turned her sleep dusted eyes up to the Elf. 'I see.' remarked Pio, a half smile on her face. 'Lucky for you my dearest friend is a Hobbit. And I know they make good on promises.' She handed Elanor the key to #4 saying, 'We shall settle the bill in the morning. I shall need some help clearing up the place for the morning crowd, and one of my serving-maids has been called home to care for her ailing Da.' She held up a Hobbit-sized apron, measuring it against Elanor's petite frame.
'This should fit you, if we roll it a bit at the waist.' She folded the apron and placed it in the hands of the drowsy Hobbit. 'Now off to bed with you! The day starts bright and quite early in the Dragon!'
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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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