Sofiya yawned. She had spent the night under the stars. She loved the stars. They were so beautiful. But now she walked back to the inn. She hoped Pio would let her help clear up after the fun. Tidying up. This would be a new experience for Sofiya if she was allowed to help.
Sofiya would have liked to have met Bilbo and Frodo, but she would have got too nervous, and plus there were the crowds. She hated crowds, they made her feel closed in, like she couldn't escape. They reminded her of home.
Sofiya walked in the inns door. It was quite quiet compared to the party. Even where she was sleeping, Sofiya had heard the shouts, cheers, and music. Oh the music! It was wonderful. Sofiya had been listening to it, until she fell asleep. But now she looked round for Pio. Ah, there she was.
"Um," started Sofiya hesitantly. "Miss Pio. Is there anything I can help with. I would very much like to help with the clearing up." Sofiya looked at Pio, then at Pio's belly. "Oh!" thought Sofiya. "She's pregnant! I better help as much as I can if she lets me!"
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