Hardo looked up from his meal when the Pony's main door opened. Dwarves! He thought. They could only be Dwarves. Though he'd never seen a Dwarf, this was all they could be; they certainly weren't Men...
He had an idea they might be here to join him and the other Hobbits on their journey to see the Men's King, and indeed, the large one with the grey beard looked around the room and then led his companions toward the Hobbits' table. Hardo sighed and got to his feet. They were interrupting supper...edible, for once.
The younger Hobbits looked up when Hardo stood. They seemed quite surprised and slightly intimidated to see the three burly Dwarves approching the table.
The Dwarves squeezed themselves into the available spaceat the table and ordered ales. They all sat staring at each other for a moment before introductions were made. The Dwarves ordered some food in addition to their ales and everyone began to relax a little.
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"Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"
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