Robin glanced over to the table where Lindelot was sitting and saw the elf was watching the dancers and smiling softly, yet rather sadly, as if she were thinking how she would never again see what she was seeing now, or as if some terrible misfortune would fall upon the merry hobbits.
She's leaving, thought Robin. She's leaving just like the rest of the elves are. She's not coming back, either.
Sighing, she turned to Dinodas, and saw that he was looking at her with a funny expression on his face. She just stared at him as he stood up and put out his hand. Then it hit her what he was trying to do.
"Oh... no..." she said, shaking her head, which made her brown curls bounce from one cheek to the other. "I will not, Dinodas Green."
"Yes you will, Robin Brandybuck," replied Dinodas, and snatching her hand he dragged her to the other dancers. Robin gave an audible sigh, but her eyes were smiling. When was the last time she had danced? Maybe it would be fun.
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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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