The tree really wasn't as comfortable as it had looked from the ground. Lubiella moved around, happy at least to have the softness of a hobbit behind to help her settle in on the gnarled branch. It was well concealed, though, offered a good view across the fields below her and it was not in the wind direction of the band of meanies she was suppose to keep a lookout for. She sighed and took out her last apple, it would just have to do for today's second breakfast.
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Lubiella
