Spirits seemed a bit low in what remained of the Fellowship. Merry and Pippin were not nearly as enthusiastic and cheery as they had been at the beginning of the journey. How it sorrowed you. The road had taken a toll on all of you. It was very evident indeed, but not only because of all the bruises and scratches the company had gained.
You had finally reached a village to stop and replenish. The village was small, but plentiful. There was a creek that ran just outside of the settlement, fruit trees to shade you, and friendly people. You were already beginning to feel rested, and had decided to venture through the small village. As you moved through the streets, you felt curious eyes on you. You hear a small shuffle from behind a barrel, and you peer around it. Your eyes were met with the eyes of a young girl. She seemed alarmed by your attention, but fascinated nonetheless. It became obvious to you that she had never seen an elf before. You offer the small girl a smile.
"You can come