[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman deposited the broom she had been carrying and retrived the log book from the bar. Bringing it over to the hobbit who had intoduced himself as Halfred, she showed him where to sign and took the small deposit. The little hobbit was quite genial, smiling happily, but thoughtfully, at her. She would have stayd to talk to him if more pressing things had not been on her mind, and hoped another soon would.

Exiting the Common Room, Aman went into her own quarters to the little sitting room which joined onto her room. In there had been set out a hasty bed, and on it lay a small, continuingly still form. Beside the bed, Cami was sitting in a rocking chair, watching the little figure, worry etched on her face. Aman closed the door behind her with only a soft click, and spoke quietly, almost in a whisper, to Cami.

"How is she?"

Cami glanced back down at the figure of Rosie Brandybuck, then up at Aman again, standing and walking over. "Better I think. Her breathing is not so shallow as last night, but I couldn't get her to eat. She lies so still!" Cami's usually cheerful face wore a worried frown and she looked back at Rosiem, before continuing almost as an afterthought. "She said something though, last night- a name, I think. Aiten, Aymne...something like that." She paused, then seemed to say as an afterthought, "What was the name of the little boy?"

Aman shrugged. "I don't know, I'm afraid. He was gone so fast. Scared little creature, all skin, bone, and wide eyes. I don't suppose he will have strayed very far though," she added thoughtfully. "He did seem awfully worried about Rosie. Still, if he is around, no doubt he will show up." She forced cheerfullness into her voice, and was about to add more, when Rosie stirred, giving a small moan. Cami hastened to her side and the younger hobbit said something so quietly Aman didn't hear. Cami looked up, confusion and frustration in her eyes.

"Ai-yitman?"

Aman shrugged. "Cook will bring some breakfast along soon, for both of you. Did you manage to get in touch with the Brandybucks?" Cami sighed and shook her head.

"'Fraid not. By my reckoning, the messenger must have got...sidetracked...in an inn, else I'm sure we would have heard by this morning."

"I'll keep an eye out for the messenger." And for the other child, she mentally added. Ai-yitman, Aytem, Aimen....whatever his name was, Aman was worried that he had been in such a state. She intended to find him, and find out where he was from- she had been taken by the little hobbit, so small and scared, although there had been something cheeky in his eyes. And if he had nowhere to go, the Inn wouldn't regret another young helper...

Foolishness!- Aman stopped herself. He would have a home somewhere. She just hoped he would let her help him find it...