Still unsure of her welcome, the young woman took the hand that was offered her and smiled shyly. She pushed back her hood, revealing the round ears of the human folk, thick mahogany hair tied back with a strip of leather, and sad blue eyes. "You can call me--Niniel. I don't really have a homeland, I just wander."
Then she stopped, surprised at herself. Never had she volunteered information so quickly. Maybe it was the fact that a hobbit was so small that she couldn't pose any threat. Maybe it was that Niniel needed someone to trust. Maybe it was just a crack in her shell. Since the hobbit seemed to be waiting expectantly, Niniel took a deep breath to steady herself and continued. "I don't remember anything before my sixteenth year. All I know is what I can do, not who I am."
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