Eleniel blushed.
"Oh sir," she said. "I am not an elf, although I must say I am rather flattered. My name is Eleniel, and I am a human from Laketown. My dog Arrow and I are on a trip to purchase merchandise for my shop."
Hearing his name, the silver dog emerged from his hiding place under the table and sat down at Umwë's feet. His tail thumped noisily against the wooden floor. Whining, the dog sat up on its hind legs and pawed the air.
"Stop begging; I fed you five minutes ago," scolded Eleniel. Arrow cast her a dirty glance that clearly stated that one could never have too much food. Eleniel chuckled and scratched the dog's ears. He pointedly ignored her and turned back to Umwë.
"Don't mind him, sir, he's just spoiled," she said. "If he gets too annoying I'll send him into the stables." Arrow's head swiveled around and shot Eleniel the 'You Wouldn't Dare' look.
As Arrow slunk back under the table to search for remains of his breakfast, Eleniel looked back to Soronume to wait for his reply to Umwë's question.
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"Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.
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