"Better to have some expectation of a desert than none at all. You are more prepared in the end than most," The good sense to find an umbrella first thing, to start with. Frodo's toes wiggled on the ground as if in answer, already dusty but other than that, it was the only part of him that wasn't baking under the sun. "It would take more before a hobbit would feel uncomfortable. And much more before one would ever think of boots."
And the hobbit looked at the shoes Marjolaine wore, and had to wince. How could anyone wear shoes in this heat? The shoes she wore seemed cramped, and likely to make her feet sweat dreadfully while pinching her toes the same time... and she could hardly feel the ground when she had so much between it and her feet! "Wouldn't it be better to walk barefoot? Your feet can have open air, a relief in this heat."
Big Folk. There were some things he would never understand about them, but if they hadn't the feet a hobbit had, he supposed it made sense.
"It seems lucky - almost too much so." Frodo had to say. Her laugh seemed to brighten the area around her, like the little chimes some hobbits at Waymeet would sell, the sort you could hang before your smial door and let the wind rustle it. "As for Sam, he has always been that way, but he will find ways to surprise you. I can only imagine how awful this place must be for him in particular."
She leaned down, and Frodo leaned up to listen to her murmur.
"Certainly; at least there is sun, and plenty of it, even if one feels like they might cook like an egg on the spot out on the road," Frodo said, his tone dry. "You are quite right, there is more to this town that what one sees. What do you make of this quest the Initiative wants of us?"
can change shoe description if i got it wrong
And the hobbit looked at the shoes Marjolaine wore, and had to wince. How could anyone wear shoes in this heat? The shoes she wore seemed cramped, and likely to make her feet sweat dreadfully while pinching her toes the same time... and she could hardly feel the ground when she had so much between it and her feet! "Wouldn't it be better to walk barefoot? Your feet can have open air, a relief in this heat."
Big Folk. There were some things he would never understand about them, but if they hadn't the feet a hobbit had, he supposed it made sense.
"It seems lucky - almost too much so." Frodo had to say. Her laugh seemed to brighten the area around her, like the little chimes some hobbits at Waymeet would sell, the sort you could hang before your smial door and let the wind rustle it. "As for Sam, he has always been that way, but he will find ways to surprise you. I can only imagine how awful this place must be for him in particular."
She leaned down, and Frodo leaned up to listen to her murmur.
"Certainly; at least there is sun, and plenty of it, even if one feels like they might cook like an egg on the spot out on the road," Frodo said, his tone dry. "You are quite right, there is more to this town that what one sees. What do you make of this quest the Initiative wants of us?"
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