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Willow sat back down, almost quietly. She was aware of Anagar's eyes on her as she sat gracefully. "Ttalk then," she said, "but do not expect me to respond in like kind, father."
"Then you acknowledge the truth?" he asked.
She sighed, taking in the surrounding of the room with a quiet; subtile air. "If my parents had told me that you still lived many years ago, then it might've been better, Anagar. But now..."
"You worry to much. And who is this Ando? Someone of any importance?"
"Not to you. Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to pick up a drink, father."
He watched her walk away, and drew his pipe out of his pocket thoughtfully. He smoked in silence, for some things were better left unsaid.
The day was calm, mid afternoon. It was said that a fire had happened of late, and there would be a party later. But that was later, and not now.
There were other things that had to be attended to at the moment. People were buzzing around the room, getting ready for the said party, when Willow observed an elf in dark green clothing enter the common room.
It was odd to see an elf in the Shire, and Willow wondered what brought her here.
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