[Nurumaiel]

"Blanco and Posco there are not related to me in any way at all. Blanco met up with me one day and was so very kind and introduced himself to me at invited me to his house for tea. I met Posco later. Marcho is a relative of theirs who I did not meet until just a few days ago. Blanco and Posco left to visit their aunt -isn't that so kind of them? They always were kind- and Marcho went with them, and Blanco decided to take me along. It was most gracious of him to invite me, and his aunt is so very kind. When she corrects one when one does something wrong she does it in a very good-natured manner. Blanco and Posco are so very patient about her corrections as well."

His eyes travelled to the table of the seven newcomers where Blanco now stood and he smiled fondly in that direction. "Blanco is one of the kindest people I know," he said. "He is always so very friendly to everyone, even to me, just a little fool at most times. It delights me to see the way he goes to befriend all people. Posco is also very kind, though he is rather shy. Marcho, too, looks upon everyone with a good eye. I have never seen him disapproving or annoyed, though Blanco often says he is." He paused and reflected upon this. "Yet I don't think Blanco would ever tell a lie, so I conclude that he is merely joking when he says this."

Marcho was sitting not far away and he heard Bingo's words. He started and gazed at the young hobbit in complete awe, as he had done many times since he had met Bingo. Never, ever had he heard Bingo speak an unkind word to or of anyone. Marcho knew he was annoyed often and almost always disapproving of everything, and it was a stark impossibility the way Bingo never noticed it. He gazed into Bingo's eyes and saw a light in them, the light that he looked at everyone in... a sweet, friendly light, a light full of trusting and kindness and innocence, a light that showed that the lad thought of nothing but supreme goodness in everyone and of no evil.

We're stark opposites, that's what we are, he thought with some regret. Bingo can't help but see everything as being good and pure, even the things that aren't. And even the good things I see as being wicked and annoying. Bingo has such innocence. Ignorant little fool. But there I go again! I think at innocence in a dark light and think of it as foolishness and ignorance. If anyone were ever foolish Bingo would not blame them for it, but he would attribute it to perhaps drunkeness, and if he knew the one was responsible for their foolishness he would smile sweetly and forgive them patiently. As for ignorance he would smile the same sweet, innocent smile and say, 'It is a pity that one was never instructed better, but does it really matter, Marcho, that he is ignorant when his heart is full of goodness?' And to him every heart would be full of goodness. Why, I doubt if he could find evil in Sharkey himself, or in the 'Dark Lord' that Falco Boffin spoke of.

Bingo was continuing in his charitable words about his friends, and Marcho shook his head. Bingo never ceased in his repetitive use of the word 'kind.' How difficult it would be to always refrain from sharp words, to never gain the satisfaction of saying something bitter against one who annoyed you. Yet Bingo was always satisfied. And Marcho... he always spoke sharp words and he was never satisfied. The more often he spoke unkindly the more dissatisfied he became. Bingo was always at peace with himself and all the word, always smiling in that naive, charming way and always speaking kindly of all.

"And so," Bingo continued, "in conclusion, for I am sure I have rambled on long enough, Blanco, Posco, and Marcho are the best friends I have ever had in my life and the kindest hobbits I have ever met. I know they'll delight you when you meet them and you will see why I call them kind. You are very kind yourself, Miss Twylight, to invite me to dine with you."