Unnoticed in the general festivities Nįrello remained seated by the fire. He had walked over to one of the tables and grabbed what he could carry back to his seat. He now ate in silence watching the proceedings. The small boy was unsure how to act among several of the most reknown in all of the tales he had been told.
He munched his cheese thoughtfuly and his green eyes circled around in their large sockets as he considered whether or not to go talk to any of the hobbits. He was the same age as many of Sam's children, and had even talked to a few of them on some of his wanderings. Deciding against it, his gazed shifted towards Frodo. As if responding to some unspoken cue the hobbit turned and his blue eyes locked with Nįrello's green. The boy looked stuned. Here was someone who also understood loss, pain, suffering, and who showed it clearer than most, yet was better even then Awrygan at hiding it when he so desired. Nįrello gave a weak smile and Frodo gave him a rather youthful grin in return.
[ January 16, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]
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