[Horse-Maiden of the Shire]

Aleia saw a young hobbit step into the Inn. His dark curls were bouncy like his walk as he ordered a half-pint at the bar nearby. Aleia's heart leaped for joy. A chance to chat with a fellow hobbit! Mind you, he did not look of the wandering type like Aleia, but he did not seem to be ill-favoured.

Finishing her ale and meal, she stepped up to the hobbit. As she ordered another pint, Aleia was able to study him more closely. Yes, he seemed kind. She tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Do you mind if we have a chat? After all, to sit by oneself does get dull, sir. I am Aleia. What do you go by?"