[alaklondewen]

“Estella will you tell me more of your people and this beautiful land,” Waen asked her sincerely. “Why, I would be delighted,” Estella replied. She pulled her skirt up just enough to sit down on the step beside Waen, then smoothed and arranged it appropriately. The air had a wonderful fragrance this evening, and Estella took several deep breaths enjoying it thoroughly.

“Well, hobbits are simple folk. Yes, simple is the right word,” she nodded in agreement. “We don’t go on adventures, or at least the decent folk don’t. The old tales say we used live with the big folk, like they do in that Bree.” She threw her arm out it a vague direction that was supposed to be toward Bree. “Old Marcho and Blanco’s the ones that founded the Shire. That was a long time ago…” Estella continued to tell the elf all about the history of the Shire, or at least as much as she knew and if she didn’t know it…she made it up. The story, of course, included precisely how she was related to everyone she named.

After an inappropriate amount of time talking, Estella finally stopped and turned back to Waen. Putting her hand to her mouth, she coughed twice. “Please, tell me how you found the Shire?” She figured she’d talked the poor elf’s ear off and wanted to hear some of her tale.