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As Hilde settled down on the side of her mound, she thought not so much about the papers still awaiting her this morning, but what Nerindel had said. It could very well have gotten out of hand, with no one to mind those left in the lingering darkness. And she shuttered to think of Naiore stalking her beloved Barrow Downs, drawn by the fears of the forbidden wights. But looking around she was comforted to see Feyberry, and Esty, and other moderators milling about. And off in the distance was Pio battling a sizable troll that had stumbled on to the Downs. Defending the distant Shire, Pio had effectively halted the troll’s progress on that road. Hilde stood up and saluted her in the mist.
“Hmm… I looks as though we've had unexpected company!” the hobbit said to her friend, nodding in the direction of the troll. “Let’s hope the daylight finds him soon!” And sitting down again in the green grass, she and Nerindel began discussing the finer points of elven culture.
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