Falowik
Falowik listened as Eodwine spoke of the Mouth of Sauron, and the room hushed. A stranger came and knelt beside Aman and whispered in her ear. Aman seemed startled and blushed a little. She excused herself, asked if any would like drinks, and exchanged a glance and nod with Uien. Uien met Falowik's glance and rose from her place, following Aman and the stranger into the kitchen. Eodwine held forth with his tale of being brought by wagon to the stronghold of Herugor in the northernmost Hills of Evendim, imprisoned in his dungeon, and there told stories of what befell each prisoner in turn. Eodwine was asked what fate that was, but would not speak of it as long as children and any of weak heart or digestion were about. He promised to retire to a quiet corner late in the evening, and speak of it in a low voice to any who would hear of it then.
Falowik, for his part, had heard of Herugor's cruel ways, and chose not to think on it now. He wondered what Uien and Aman were talking about. Falowik was happy. Happier than he could ever remember. He decided that when Uien came back to the table, and after the tale was told, they would go for a walk to the old tree, and the pond, where everything had started. He smiled and drank from his brown ale.
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