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The Half-Elf
||Seventeen||In The Baggins' Residence||Curious||
Istalri let herself be ushered in, and was not quite shocked, though more surprised than anything, when she saw that there were other people inside the Hobbit's hole. Istalri ducked her head to avoid from hitting a rafter, then sat, cross-legged, on the floor, not bothering to sit in one of the empty chairs. She leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad to had finally made it to her destination. She watched with quick-silver eyes as everyone went on with their business.
The Half-Elf glanced once towards the table. She ignored her stomach growling and fixed her eyes on the floor. There was a knock at the door. She barely glanced upwards, but some of the other folk made for there weapons. Eventually, Mr. Baggins went to the door and let in a man who introduced himself as Aragorn. He spoke of news of Gandalf. Finally, Istalri spoke, raising her voice to be heard. "Yes, come now, Lord Aragorn, tell us what has befallen Mithrandir." She sat up straighter and waited and watched. Thoughts swirled through her mind. Something has happened to Gandalf. But he ushered us here, Istalri thought, tucking her hair behind one slightly pointed ear. And Gandalf does not do something without a reason.
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