The Laughing-Folk

So small they are, these children come to my care, and yet so quick to discard fear. Their story leaps along like a brook over stones; their love for each other and for their lost friends shines like stars. They smile when they speak of them, and share their smiles with me, whom they barely have met. Hasty indeed are hobbits, to trust after a few words and a meal to drink. And hungry! Those bowls would have been more than an Elf could finish in one night. I shall have to give them something more filling in the morning.

The Laughing-Folk

So small they are, these children come to my care, and yet so quick to discard fear. Their story leaps along like a brook over stones; their love for each other and for their lost friends shines like stars. They smile when they speak of them, and share their smiles with me, whom they barely have met. Hasty indeed are hobbits, to trust after a few words and a meal to drink. And hungry! Those bowls would have been more than an Elf could finish in one night. I shall have to give them something more filling in the morning.