He is, oddly enough for one living in the vale of Imladris, alone—the only child within the valley. There are many Elves here, and others who come and go, although he is rarely allowed to meet visitors. He watches the Dwarves from the cover of the vines that twine about his balcony, knowing they cannot see him. They come behind the Wizard. He’s heard much of Gandalf, but has not yet met him. But that one—the one who rides the last pony—how small he is! Will he have a playfellow now, at long last?
