"Softly goes, my song's entreaty, Thro' the night to thee. In the silent woods I wait thee, come, my love, to me"
There is that story about Nimrodel following her mirror image, dancing by the edge of the water, enthralled.
What would they say if they knew how near the truth those Halflings are? They would be surprised, certainly. Our kind is ever
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