Falco
"It seems, Master Stigend, that these boys wish to stow themselves in my luggage should I be on my way to Minas Tirith."
He looked at the two youngsters whose countenances registered frank betrayal. He could almost read their minds: he's nothing but another adult!
"Now now, boys, don't look at me like that!" he grinned. "Who says I'm even going to Minas Tirith? And even if I do, I'm not altogether sure you'd be so pleased when I put you to work making my six meals a day while I take care of all our other needs. Do you like to do kitchen work, boys? The care and feeding of a hobbit is a demanding task!"
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