[Folwren]

"I'm not. . .erm. . .sure if I'm. . .awake very early tomorrow morning," Brith said.

“Oh, that’s fine,” Tim said, sticking his hands in his pockets as they made their way absently towards the door. “I’ll be up to deal with all the horses. That’s my job.” He smiled to the darkness, rather proud of that word. “I can deal with your horse, too.” There was a pause. They came to the open air and Tim looked about him. There were still a few people on the inn’s front lawn, but there seemed to be less dancing and more talking.

He turned to Brith again. “Well, I’d better be leaving you. Have a good night, and don’t worry about your horse. I’ll see to him.” He waved slightly as he walked away from her and then returned his hand to his pocket and headed back towards the lawn.

He looked about him, hoping to see someone he knew or could talk to, but there was no one about. The hobbit children had all been taken home - not a surprising thing, considering the hour. He shrugged and contented himself with grabbing an apple and a couple slices of cheese and then headed back towards the barn. Holding his food with one hand, he carefully climbed the ladder to the top, but once there, he stopped awkwardly. Wren was still with Mirelle, and he didn’t know quite what to do.