Talmérië smiled as Piosenniel left, hearing her name. "I shall get news of the Shire elsewhere, and later," Rie assured herself, then chuckled, adding: "If there is any to be heard!"
Still laughing, she went back to gazing around the room. Such an assortment of people! Elves, Men, Hobbits...even the occasional Dwarf. What a strange place--and in the Shire, who would have thought? She was running her fingers through her short hair, when she caught sight of a newcomer. She sat up straight. Like a Ranger he looked, deathly pale with dark hair. She leaned forward, trying to catch a look at his face. When she saw it, she did not recognize it. To be sure, she did not know every Ranger who walked Middle-earth, but she knew a good number of her father's kin. Yet she felt hesitant to approach him, as he seemed pre-occupied and troubled. Is everyone running from something, or to something, like I? she thought, fingering a bracelet of fine links that her mother had forged for her. Finally she gathered her courage and went up to him.
"My lord, what business has a Ranger in the Shire?"
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