“People stared much as he passed. To his face men were gravely courteous, saluting him after the manner of Gondor with bowed head and hands upon the breast; but behind him he heard many calls as those out of doors cried to others within to come and see the Prince of the Halflings.”
ROTK “Minas Tirith”
“Ay! Neighbor, come quick! There, just walking down the street – do you see him? Never in all my long days would I have dreamt it …
A perian, and so polite! Yes, I spoke to him … needed directions to the Lampwrights' street. No, I don’t know why! Didn’t ask; not my place. I hear he’s a prince …
A perian, I say, don’t you listen? We didn’t always keep this shop, you know. My grandfather traded with the caravans, leaned all sorts of strange tales. And today I’ve seen one walking down the street.
Worth staying in the city for, I say …”


