Poppy answered Menelduliniel, appearing to be completely honest, but inside feeling differently. It was hardly her job to report to the members of the party what was going on, was it? And inside she felt that if she told the two Elves everything she heard, it just wouldn’t be right. If Gandalf wished to keep things to himself, it was his decision. It was tedious getting straight information out of him, but it was his choice.
Poppy hid her thoughts and laughed along with Menelduliniel at Estelarion’s view of them.
“We’re getting nearer, aren’t we?” she sighed. “Starting off at the Inn seems to have been so long ago, only a memory.”
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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