~ Morag MourningStar ~
"I am..." he clears his throat at the arrival of the she-hobbit. The creature grins, "Pleasure to meet you Lady Lily, how is the Shire? Near the town where the prancing pony inn is, I assume." he replies, eyes sparkling with humor. "Mister Bilbo, well, you see... Elves and Dwarves... it wasn't that many years ago that even the disgussing of such a union as Kili and Tauriels would have meant death for one, or both. I am a novilty you see, and even now there are those of them that would kill me, and them." he sighs. "They may be ending, but... they are not yet finnished."
Morags' smile lines are there, the large cake in his hand making his arm tiered he sets it on the ground, still crouching on his toes. "Erm.."