"The name's Estella Proudfoot," Estella repeated. "We're hobbits, halfings, you might say."
Estella had not expected a question of that nature, and she looked down at her feet. "That's a mighty fine bird you got there." Her voice sounded gruff. She pulled out the chair next to the elves and hoisted her plump body into the seat.
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At last I understand why we have waited! This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away!
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