"I think I'll be quite fine, thank you. I would not want to burden such kind people as the two of you."
"Oh it's no trouble at all. We've all burdens of one kind or another and as the saying goes - a problem shared is a problem halved, or in this case cut into three! Please, won't you join us? You don't have to tell us of your troubles, but we wouldn't mind the company."
And without waiting for much of an answer, Astilwen took her hand and gently tugged, pleased when the woman came willingly. Returning to the bench with Ariane and this new woman in tow, she ran off to refill their glasses, and get a drink for their new companion.
Returning, she found Ariane and the newcomer in conversation, with the latter just telling her name.
". . . Tilionwen."
"Another pretty name! Is it Elvish?" Asked the ever inquistive hobbit, as she joined them again.
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