She had been walking for about twenty-two minutes and fourty seconds when she spied her query. "'Allo!" the figure lilted. "Oh Mrs Proudfooooooot!" The group was only a few paces ahead and she ran to catch up. "Well, fancy meeting you here!"
The hobbitess was fairly young with a head full of unruly waves that had been braided back so you could see her eyes. It was with those eyes that she sized up Emmielou and her travelling companions. She snickered quietly then quickly assumed an austere demeanor.
"On behalf of the Prrrrrroudfoot clan, your prrrresence is rrrrrrrrequested by one Mr Odo." Her voice had morphed into that of a pompous matron. "He insists that you attend immediately...." The girl broke off into a great fit of laughter. "Oh," she gasped for air, "oh my, my, my. You've really done it now, Em." The feathers in her braid bobbed as she gave the other girl a wink.
"Word travels fast around our area - a little too fast for my taste. I was half way through eating the most wonderful cheese tart this morning when I heard a ruckus in the front hall. According to a little birdy, one Ms Emmilou had described my cousin in the most colorful language, and had concluded that he could... how was it put? "He can marry his smelly old cows. Then it'll be how the good Lord meant it to be - kind with kind"? Ah, yes. That was the phrasing."
"I believe his shrew of a mother then began to shriek some ridiculous nonsense about the heat getting to your head... and some brilliant sod suggested that someone fetch you to come make an apology." For a moment, the hobit paused. "And here I am." She announced with a half curtsy/half bow.
"I heartily agree with the family you know. You do need to apologize. If it's kind with kind, he wouldn't be with one of those beastly cows... it'd be more along the lines of a walking stick bug."
Flashing a mischievous smile at the two men, the lass stuck out her hand, "Hello, I'm Koramin."
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Glad to be Rping with you again old friend.