Lorien followed Bilbo, Frodo and their hosts down the stairs. He waved his hands before his face as dust billowed up from the disused steps. Stifling a sneeze, and blinking his stinging eyes, he paused for a moment. "How quaint," he commented to no one in particular. Then he resumed his descent.
The trek through the kitchen had an odd effect upon him. To his surprise, his stomach growled. Rubbing his belly, he scowled in concern. Then he recalled Olorin's warnings about the shortcomings of a physical body. So when he emerged from the kitchen into the garden, he jogged to catch up with his hosts. He bowed slightly to Piosenniel and Cami. "Begging your pardon, but would luncheon be served anytime soon?"
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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