Rie sat back on her bed after Pio left, both in peace and in faint surprise. Pio knew Eärendil? As a child? What tales she would have to tell her family, when she went home! But would any of them believe her?
"Do I believe them myself?" she asked, laughing softly as she took a sip from the drink Pio had given her. "Do I believe that I am really here in the Shire, hearing tales of old from those who were there when they happened?" She looked back out the window, suddenly wistful. "I wish that I could have met him..."
She shrugged dismissively, a little embarrassed at her fantasies, and took another drink. It was very good, warm and comforting. It reminded her of what her own mother would make, when Rie was sick. This, though, even worked on those sick at heart, for Rie felt much better, relaxed and awoken from her gloom and unburdened all at once.
Then a knock came at the door. Rie put her cup down and went to answer it. She didn't know the visitor, but she'd seen her and heard her name. "Nurumaiel, am I right?"
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