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Comfortably warm now, and dry. Owen and Seamus had taken the opportunity to rest propped up in their chairs, hoping all the while that the day would soon start and would prove a long, and profitable one. Shimshin too was curled up comfortably on Seamus’ thigh. True, the rascal would bear a little watching, thought Owen to himself. “Perhaps this is not a good time to have brought him,” he whispered to Seamus.
“Where would you have us keep him?” Seamus replied easily. “He has to learn to somehow. Better to get him used to his new way of life.”
“But at a handfasting? It doesn’t seem…hmm, it is asking for trouble, that’s all.”
“If we are going to take proper care of him we will have to be able to earn something.”
“That is true,” Owen said hanging his head.
“Gil!” They heard from their vantage point near the fire. ‘Gil! Over here!’ Waking abruptly, the monkey quickly scrambled onto the tall man’s shoulder. Owen and Seamus looked toward the door. A hobbit had entered the room and smiling crossed to where the calls had originated.
“There’s our man!” Seamus said, getting up from his seat. “Let’s hope that the hobbit will be willing take on a few big people, eh?”
"He's smiling. That is a good sign!" Owen said following his friend.
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