She’s rather surprised when Ludo notices her, even though it is only to pluck the toy boat from her grasp. Not that she minds, as she brought the toy for him in the first place. Still, it is strange to be noticed by the herald at all, though she recalls what Maea told her, how if Ludo was taking the toys, he was paying attention. Perhaps she had been more right than Weaver realized. ”It has been fun,” she tells the herald. And it has, even if she is terrible at playing games.
Then, suddenly, glowing figures appear. Spirits? They bob through the crowd, and she cannot help but look for Erebor. He will not be here, she knows, but still she searches the faces of the dead until Ludo turns her little toy boat into a ship. Well, okay then. Others clamber on board, though she hesitates, wondering where they are sailing back to. To Mort’s realm? She is not so willing to get on the actual ship, uncertain. Instead she lingers, moving toward the surf, waiting to see if she should actually board.
Then, suddenly, glowing figures appear. Spirits? They bob through the crowd, and she cannot help but look for Erebor. He will not be here, she knows, but still she searches the faces of the dead until Ludo turns her little toy boat into a ship. Well, okay then. Others clamber on board, though she hesitates, wondering where they are sailing back to. To Mort’s realm? She is not so willing to get on the actual ship, uncertain. Instead she lingers, moving toward the surf, waiting to see if she should actually board.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
