In the process of lighting her long stem clay pipe, Elanor raises her head, peering out at you from under her hooded cape, appraising you with a wary yet friendly gleam in her eye. She smiles Begging your pardon, friend, but have we met before? She winks I seem to recall a fair chat we had, perhaps at the Prancing Pony? No? Ah, but it might be you've a tale or two to share She laughs gently You must know, hobbits love a good tale.
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*Elarna grins, reaching for her pipe* I was hoping you would ask. Now, you may have heard of my father, Sam Gamgee?
Samwise of the famous fellowship of the ring? Indeed I have.
*She nods* That's right. Well, I was a child when he returned to the Shire. I'd heard stories of his adventures, but I had never believed them. Until one day, he came home and told me a tale. And it was a tale unlike any I had ever heard before.
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